1 Part One.

Hank and Titch were best buddies. From the age of five, they were inseparable. They first met when Titch's father was employed by Hank's dad as the foreman on his farm. Hank's parents were wealthy farm owners and had a very successful business. The two buddies spent their entire school careers together and at the age of twenty, had completed a further three years at an agricultural college, living in an apartment that Hank's father rented.

They had been born a mere ten days apart, Titch being the older, and both only children. Physically, nevertheless, they could not have been more different. Hank was stocky and Titch lanky, standing six-feet-five-inches tall. Although Hank was six foot tall, he always looked short next to his buddy. Neither of the guys could ever be referred to as good-looking, with poor old Titch the uglier of the two. Being true-blue farm boys, however, their looks and rugged appearance did not bother them at all.

In the preceding years, Hank's dad had bought the two adjoining farms on either side of him. Titch's folks ran the one farm, and the other was managed by the Walcott family, who Hank's father had employed two years before. The Walcott's had a daughter Kelleigh, now sixteen years old. Kelleigh was exquisite, by far the best looking girl in the entire region. She was petite, blond, and beautiful.

From the first time Hank had laid eyes on her when she was still fourteen, he had made up his mind; he was going to make Kelleigh his wife! Kelleigh was definitely not interested in Hank and found him and Titch smelly and oafish. What poor Kelleigh, however, did not know was that the fates were already conspiring against her.

Both Titch's dad and Mr. Walcott were on a very good wicket as far as employment was concerned. Hank's father was a generous man, and the two farm managers earned excellent salaries that included a profit-sharing arrangement.

Once the two buddies had graduated, they initially shared the cottage on the main farm, which Titch's parents had lived in for many years. Hank's father was already in the process of buying a fourth farm that Hank and Titch would live on, and manage, and a few months later. This eventuality did materialize.

After Kelleigh began her final school year, her parent's subtly started applying pressure on her to be nice to Hank, when he began visiting the Walcott's weekly. He and Kelleigh would be served refreshments in the garden, before being left alone in one other's company. To Kelleigh's dismay, Titch would also tag along from time to time. As if the two buddies weren't skanky enough, they had grown full beards while attending college and now looked like total Neanderthals. Disinterested as Kelleigh was, she knew she had to be pleasant because of her dad's situation.

As the months passed, Hank's visits became more frequent and the pressure from her parents started to mount. After six months, after a huge family row, Kelleigh was left in no doubt that she was going to marry Hank. Kelleigh spent many nights crying herself to sleep.

Hank gradually become bolder and insisted she sit next to him during his visits. Hank first began placing his arm around her prior to the odd kiss as he was departing. In as much as she had grown up around farmers, Hank's sweaty disposition and strong body odour made her sick at the thought of having to eventually share his bed with him.

Three months before Kelleigh's final year at school ended, all the wedding plans had been made and she would become Hank's wife two weeks after that. In the week preceding the wedding, she felt like she had been handed a death sentence. Recently, Hank had upped his kissing intensity and it felt like she was being smothered by a wet beaver as he clamped onto her face.

Even with puffy eyes, Kelleigh looked beautiful at the wedding. Hank loved dancing and danced with every woman in the hall including Kelleigh, on their wedding night. Having started out fresh and clean at the start of the wedding function, well, as clean as Hank could be, he was soon dripping with sweat and ponging like a farm animal.

The married couple would not be going on a honeymoon immediately, as it was harvest time on the farms. Having acquired the fourth farm, Hank and Kelleigh would be living in the farm-house, with Titch living in the large cottage about one hundred yards away from the main house.

After entering the master bedroom after the wedding function, Kelleigh excused herself before moving towards the bathroom. Hank knew that this would take some time. He went to the lounge to fix himself a drink. Savouring his brandy, his cock twitched in anticipation of what lay ahead. He had waited three years, three long years, and finally, the moment he had dreamt was almost upon him. She was the one for him and claiming his prize was going to be the highlight of his life.

After returning to the bedroom Hank removed his shoes and socks, before throwing his trousers over a chair. Sitting in his underpants with his shirt open, he positioned himself on the sofa next to the bed and waited anxiously.

'Let her take her time,' he thought, 'this is the night of my life and I have just been handed the crown jewels. All those women that Titch and I fucked weren't worth a dog's turd. Fuck yeah! I have just won a lottery,' his thoughts concluded.

When Kelleigh finally appeared she was wearing a three-quarter, pale blue nightie that her mother had bought for her. Standing a short way beyond the bathroom door, she glanced up at him. Hank sat on the sofa staring at her. Slowly, he arose and seated himself at the foot of the bed. Motioning her over, Kelleigh presently stood before Hank.

"Take this thing off," he uttered with authority. Gingerly she removed the nightdress, before standing naked before him.

Hank's eyes lit up like a pyrotechnics display at a Fourth of July celebration. 'Perfect… just fucking perfect,' he thought, as he observed her perky tits and scrumptious pink nipples.

"You are the queen of this house," he announced, before continuing, "Any wall colour, pot or appliance, or any piece of furniture you want, you can have, no problem." He leisurely scanned her body before resuming, "In this bedroom, however, I am the king. You will do anything I want, when and how I want it. Are we clear on that?"

Kelleigh nodded submissively.

"Good," he stated. "You didn't want to marry me?" he proclaimed glaring at her. Dropping her head she glanced down shyly.

"A good wife has two duties; keeping a man's stomach full, and his balls empty," Hank concluded. Kelleigh looked forlorn after his comment.

"Time to break you in," Hank announced, before resuming, "you need to learn your proper place."

Kelleigh then looked up at him quizzically, before Hank pulled her onto his lap as he moved backward on the bed. Clasping both her wrists in his left hand and pushing them firmly down on her back, he began slapping her arse vigorously. Thwack, thwack, thwack, his right hand rained down on her arse. She cried out in protest as the stinging took effect.

"Please Hank, stop," she begged.

Ignoring her pleas, his hand kept up its metronomic smacking. After several thwacks, Kelleigh was amazed to find her pussy salivating. The stinging on her butt and the hardness boring into her stomach were driving her wild with lust. The intoxicating masculine smell from Hank was also adding to her horniness.

'Oh god,' she thought, 'why is this turning me on?'

Her cries soon turned into lusty groans of pleasure. Thwack, thwack, thwack, Hank's smacks continued on her arse. As she began to howl with pleasure, the slaps stopped. She then felt his coarse fingers forcing her legs apart. Hank's rough middle finger now found her pussy. Wedging his fat finger between her pussy lips he began massaging her vulva. Virtually convulsing in ecstasy she started whimpering with unabashed pleasure before Hank stuck his finger into her moist cunt.

She was ready, her pussy was crying out to be fucked. 'Cock, I want cock,' she intoned in her mind.

"Fuck me, please daddy fuck me," she begged Hank.

Hank didn't need a second invitation. After throwing her onto the bed he pulled his shirt and underpants off, before jumping on her body. His fat, rigid, uncut cock was oozing pre-cum as he began oiling her crevice. Hank's impatient knob now began to seek out her burrow. As his hairy moist mouth slobbered all over her lips, his thick mushroom head found her opening. Hank's dick then commenced spearing into her fleshy mound.

Kelleigh cried out in a primeval defloration screech of as she became a woman. As Hank's stout smelly body pumped into her, Kelleigh was overcome with pleasure.

Overexcited, Hank soon sprayed Kelleigh's womb with an abundance of hot cum, marking the territory he had so long fantasized about. Hank's first dream had finally been realized.