Free Ride

"I'll let you decide, Ana. I'm sure you know all the best ways." He answered.

"I sure do, Sir. I've been studying really hard." I giggled as I wrapped my fingers around his tool and quickly straddled him. I could tell we were both ready, and I quickly guided his shaft to my gates. I rubbed his head across my tender lips for a moment before finding my passage and impaling myself on his shaft with a long groan from each of us.

I quickly set up a soft pace for us, giving him a long gentle ride so that he could enjoy my pussy. I leaned forward and Reiner played with my tits as I bounced on his shaft. It certainly wasn't a wild ride, but I wanted him to last, and give him a good time. Reiner didn't seem to mind, and we quietly fucked for quite some time with only soft moans and grunts between us.

"Oh, uh, How do you, uh, like my pussy, Sir?" I grunted as I ground myself onto him. He was well built, and I was enjoying every second of having him in my pussy.

"Very tight and you know how to use it well." He grunted in response. His hands roamed freely over my body, caressing my every curve with a deliciously tender roll of his fingers.

"Thanks, Sir, I'm glad you like my hot little cunt. I didn't want to be a slut, but I really like it now, and I can't wait to be Marty's fuck toy." I cooed while I pumped him.

"Oh, what were you going to be, Ana?" Reiner asked as he squeezed a moan out of me with my tender tits in his hands.

"I was going to be an Engineer. I really liked designing things." I hummed as I rode my father in law. "All I like now is fucking nice hard cock's like yours though, and letting dirty old men suck on my big titties!"

"In that case," Reiner laughed and bent in to suckle on one of my boobs. I moaned as his tongue rippled across the tender nub and teased it with delightful licks. "Oh, yeah, Sir, suck my titty!" I cried out as he helped himself to my nipples. Even so, I kept up my pace on his shaft, letting him plunge into me over and over with his wonderful cock.

"You are just a little fuck toy now, aren't you?" He said as I squirmed on top of him.

"Yes, Sir, I'm just a little fuck toy for your son, with big boobs and a hot cunt. And I love it!" I squealed as I ground myself on his cock.

Reiner just smiled up at me and played with my nice big boobs while I fucked him. He was such a great man, and a good fuck. It was then that I felt a man's hands cup my bouncing ass and gave my cheeks a pleasant squeeze.

"Do you mind if I enjoy this slut's ass?" I heard from behind me while the hands crept up my sides and over my big tits.

"Of course not, that's what she's here for." Reiner replied.

"Isn't that the truth!" The other man laughed as he played with my boobs while he moved up behind me. I bent over Reiner and spread my ass cheeks. I shivered in anticipation, I didn't often get to have two guys at once. The other man didn't waste any time, and soon I was bucking on two cocks, with my tits jiggling all over Reiner's chest and I know he just loved every second of it from the wide smile on his face.

The rest of the evening fell away into a lust filled haze. After I accepted Mr. Reiner's seed into my steaming pussy, it seemed that a line had formed up behind him. It wasn't long before I was fucking and sucking the night away. Occasionally, I'd get the chance to lick one of our women patrons or one of the other girls from the school. Soon I was just drifting from one erotic haze to another as I was played with and serviced every partner with every ounce of lust in me. By the time the night was through I was coated with semen, a testament to just how fully I'd been ravished and how well I'd shown my school spirit.

Chapter 8

The next morning I woke up sore and sticky. My muscles throbbed from being stretched, and my pussy and ass ached from all the hard fucking. Worse yet was the layer of half dried cum that seemed to cover every part of my body, and had also been smeared all over my sheets. I just lay on my bed for a moment with my legs spread away from my sore bottom and I felt horrible. This was something new, till now I could only remember satisfaction after a good orgy, knowing that my tenderized body just showed how good I'd pleased everyone, and now I felt just horribly used, like some cheap slut.

I sobbed just thinking about it. I'd been such a whore, I'd even cried out for more like a bitch in heat. I was just some worthless piece of meat to them, and I still gave them every ounce of pleasure I could. It was all just too much, and I let the tears just run down my cheeks. I hadn't really cried since I'd come here, and now I just sobbed like a little girl.

It wasn't long before Kylie had me wrapped in her arms and was gently rocking me while I balled. There weren't any words, nothing she could say and nothing I had to say. I think we were both just surprised neither of us had broken down before. That thought just made me cry harder, realizing that even my returned ability to cry was just another hideous part of my transformation. I didn't even want to figure out why they'd do this to me, and just cried myself out in Kylie's arms.

Finally, I pulled myself together and trudged down to the girl's shower. I felt just terrible still, feeling every dried patch of cum on my body. I imagined I would have been quite the alluring spectacle if not for my tear-stained face and bloodshot eyes. At this time of the morning, the girl's shower was empty, it was time for an orgy in the boy's shower, and that left this shower clear. I didn't want any part of another orgy at the moment. It wasn't until I started washing off last night's mess that I even realized just how different that notion was. I'd actually avoided an orgy of my own will. I didn't know what to make of this, and just twisted the thought around in my head, trying to figure out what had happened as I let the flowing water begin to cut away at the sticky mess all over my body.

All I knew was that I still wasn't back to my old self, that much was clear. I could still get my juices flowing just thinking about cocks, and that was the new me. It wasn't till I was washing out my cum filled pussy that I stumbled across what had happened. I slipped my fingers into my cunt to help clean myself out, and moaned Marty's name. I shuddered, just this simple penetration had me thinking of my fiance with untamed lust. If he'd been there right then I would have shown him just how much I loved him. This wasn't entirely new, but it was different, not thinking of Marty, but not being able to think of any other guy sexually.

I quickly thought back to my every sexual encounter since coming here. I remembered all the exquisite pleasures and my own lewd behavior in wonderful detail, but unlike any day before, I didn't have any desire to repeat any of them, at least not with the same guys. It had all been fun, but I was engaged now. It was at that realization that I felt my stomach gnaw at me like it had that morning. I realized just what I'd done, I was guilty, it wasn't for being used, but for whom I had let use me. I'd let myself be used like any common whore when I had one guy all to myself.

I felt the tears well up again, realizing that I'd betrayed him. Classes were one thing, I was making myself a better sex toy for him, and since I wasn't a virgin it was very important that I be able to please my Marty every way I could. Orgies for fun were quite another thing, that was just being a whore, and no good wife was a whore, except in her husband's bed or at his command. Sure, I had to fulfill my duty to the school, but I could have done that on stage, I didn't need to get fucked, except for Mr. Reneir, he had some rights to his future daughter in law until the wedding. I sobbed some more as I finished rinsing off the sticky goo of last night's escapades, and vowed to prove myself to Marty, to make up for being such a slut by becoming the best wife he could ever want. That was my reason for living now, and I wasn't about to let anything distract me anymore.

Chapter 9

It had been a long spring, and a new anxiety was welling up as I kept up with my classes. Aside from my class work, I didn't even consider sex with anyone, not even Kylie. We still slept together, but I made her understand that I couldn't cheat on Marty anymore, so all we did was cuddle. Sleeping alone was just too much to bear for either of us. The worst thing was not being able to satisfy my urges, I was still a well-tuned slut, and I craved sexual attention. My commitment to Marty was stronger, but it was still hard for me to handle going without the wonderful fuckings I'd gotten used to. Classes did help take off the edge, but that wasn't nearly enough to satisfy me, and I was there to learn, not just enjoy myself. What I really wanted was to be able to show Marty just how much I loved him.

Kylie was getting along better than I was. She could still fuck with abandon, and often did in her bed while I was trying to sleep. At times like that, I'd just lay there and masturbate under my covers wishing that it was me making those sounds while Marty was pounding my steaming pussy. It helped me feel a bit better knowing that Kylie would be around even after we left school. Mr. Reiner had apparently taken an interest in her for the last few years, helping her with school projects and eventually with her application to the academy. She hadn�t imagined anything was amiss, not until much later. I could sense her anger at that, but I couldn't help her anymore, and she stormed off a lot to go get fucked after thinking about what had been done to her.

The beginning of summer brought me a special treat, my one true love was coming to meet me! Mr. Redgar had called me into his office and told me the wonderful news. Mr. Reiner had been pleased by my performance at the party some months earlier, and at my proven devotion to Marty since. I could hardly believe it, but he had decided that I was ready for Marty to get to know me. I was simply in heaven after that, and went through my weekly routine with a happy air to my steps. I did have to be careful not to sing sweet nothings while Kylie was around after she gave me a few very harsh looks at my obviously merry self. I sympathized with her, after all, she wasn't going to have a wonderful man like Marty to marry, but I didn't let her negative attitude get me down. After all, everything I'd been prepared for was about to happen, and I didn't want anything to go wrong.

I stewed for that week, just anticipating the day, and then finally it came. I couldn't think of a better day to meet my love. It was perfectly sunny, with a slight breeze on a wonderfully warm day, just the perfect weather for running around naked, which I was certainly hoping to get to do. I dressed up in my favorite dress, a modest thing, but one that still showed off all my curves nicely without showing off too much skin. I toyed with the idea of not wearing my underwear, but I decided against it. I'd gotten much more modest since that orgy, and had even taken up underwear again. I didn't want Marty to think I was anyone's slut but his, and I'm sure he'd enjoy getting to undress me too, just like a Christmas present. I giggled at that thought, and made sure to wear my best frilly underwear just for that. The panties and the bra each had a nice little bow that he could tug on and they'd fall open for him.

I sat impatiently in the visitor's center just waiting for Marty after I'd dressed. I fumbled with the heart locket with his picture that was dangling from my neck. I knew so much about him, but I'd never touched him, and now I just wanted to wrap myself around him and let him know just how much I missed not being with him. Finally, Mr. Redgar strode out into the meeting room with my Marty in tow. I think I just melted in that instant, Marty was so much more than I could have dreamt of. He was perfectly handsome, with his round little face and glasses. I could hardly stand to look upon such magnificence, but I couldn't resist either, he was just so perfect. I know this only took a moment, and before he had even set his eyes on me, I stood up and strolled gingerly over. This was the most important moment of my life, meeting my man, my love, for the first time.

"Ah, Marty, her she is, Ana, your fiance if you find her acceptable." Mr. Redgar waved a hand towards me as I approached.

Marty just looked at me with an awestruck stare. He certainly looked me over with a satisfying leer, but he was stuck with some kind of disbelief that I just couldn't help but giggle at.

"Hi, Marty. I'm so happy to finally meet you!" I smiled and put out my hand. I know, I wanted to just wrap myself around him and kiss him all over, but he looked so cute and helpless that I didn't want to scare him off. I must have been quite the surprise, he must have thought I was some ugly girl or something.

"Uh, hello." Marty stuttered and after a moment's hesitation, he reached out and took my hand. I shuddered just feeling his masculine fingers wrap themselves around my dainty fingers. We shook hands, and then he pulled away first. I was really beginning to think he had a confidence problem, but I wasn't too worried, with a woman like me in his bed, he'd feel like the strong man he was in no time.

"Well, I'm sure you two have a lot to talk about. Why don't you take a walk around the grounds? If you need anything, Marty, just call my office. Have fun, and just be sure to check out at the main gate when you leave." Redgar smiled and then walked away without any further ado.

Marty just stood there, still looking quite stunned, so I decided I would have to take action. I reached down and grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the door. "Come on, Marty, I know a great path where we can stroll and no one will bother us."

That was quite true, because I'd reserved it just for today. That was the way things worked around here for us betrothed students. We got special privilege to campus spots when our fiances came to visit, and I reserved the perfect path and make out spot for us. I just hoped that Marty wouldn't mind having some fun.

Marty didn't resist my tugs, and just followed along like some puppy. I did feel pretty weird directing him around, it just wasn't right for a girl to take charge, but I had the sinking feeling that Marty would require a lot of confidence building before he actually took his proper place in our relationship. I stayed quiet as I led him off to the walking path, not wanting to take away any chances for him to take charge.

It wasn't until we were well on the path, and we were both very much by ourselves that Marty piped up again. "Wait, Ana."

I stopped right in my tracks and turned around to face him. "Yes, Marty?"

"My Dad, and Mr. Redgar both told me that you've been conditioned or something to be my girlfriend. I know that sounds crazy, but that's what they've told me. Do you know anything about that?" Marty asked, genuine concern lacing his words. I didn't know what to make of that, I couldn't imagine Marty not knowing that I was supposed to marry him.

"Of course, silly. I'm going to be your wife, if you'll have me." I pouted a bit at the last part. How could anyone turn down a slut made especially for them?

Marty just frowned at that, looking even more perplexed than he had before. "What's wrong, Marty? Did I say something wrong?"

"Yes, you don't know me, how could you say you're going to be my wife? What did they do to you?" Marty asked. I could feel outrage in his voice. He really hadn't known about me before and I was getting truly worried. He might decide to turn me away, and that would be horrible. I couldn't even imagine that.

"I do know you, Marty, I know you love anime for all the doe eyed girls, and you love to watch war shows and build model trucks and had five of your dad's old playboys under your bed in junior high. All they did to me was make me into the perfect wife for you, so that I could love you and give you my heart." I quickly rattled off. "Please don't turn me away, Marty. I do love you, and I'll be a great wife for you, just don't turn me away."

Then he did just that, turned away. I felt my stomach turn at the despondent look in his eyes as he did. Something was wrong, something dreadful, and he was lost in thought again. I pulled up to him and pressed myself into his side. "Please, Marty, just let me make it better. I'll do anything you want."

Marty turned around and looked at me with a sudden fierceness in his eyes. "I know, Ana, I didn't believe it was possible, but I really do believe now. Don't worry, I won't abandon you, not until you want me to."

I warmed at his words and squeezed myself to his chest while he ran a hand over my head. This was what I wanted, to be in his care, just like this.

"Is there a spot where we can sit and talk privately? I want to know some things about what happened here." Marty asked.

"Of course, just up a little bit there's a clearing with some benches and a little picnic. I thought you'd like it." I chimed. I had hoped that a nice little picnic would be an excellent pretext for him to seduce me, not that he needed to, I just figured he'd enjoy the idea of seducing me in a field.

"That sounds good." Marty replied and we set off. I grabbed his hand as I walked beside him, and he didn't pull away even though he did give me a surprised look.

It didn't take us long to make it to the clearing and soon we were sitting down and eating the lunch I'd packed. It wasn't much, but then it was never comfortable fucking on a full stomach so I didn't want to cause a problem that way. We got into discussing my life and especially my time here at school. It had taken some prodding, I didn't want him to know how much of a slut I'd been in those early days, but eventually he got the full story of my transformation into the woman I now was.

"So you're just a pretty young lady who my Dad chose to be my wife, and they programmed you to love me and turn yourself into some kind of sex toy for me." Marty stated, recapping my much longer story. He had paid exquisite attention to my stories, even asking some rather embarrassing questions about my behavior. I had to answer, of course, but that hadn't kept me from blushing rather deeply.

"Yep, I've been prepared to be your perfect wife, obedient, publicly modest and privately passionate. Don't think I'm some brain washed bimbo though, I'm every bit as smart as I was before coming here, and I've been studying very hard and not just in my sex ed classes." I proudly replied. I had a lot to be proud of too, at least I thought so.

"And none of that bother's you in the least? Didn't you have other plans before they did this to you?" Marty asked, his obvious concern still flowing with his words. I'd begun to understand his problem. He hadn't expected this, and was rather put off by the idea of having a programmed wife like me.

"I guess I did have plans, but that doesn't matter any more, and neither does any of my old feelings about my changes. I'm yours now, just like I should be." I replied confidently. Hopefully, I could convince him that this was the proper way of things. I certainly believed that, and if he didn't I didn't even want to think about life without him.

Marty just drifted off into thought again after that. I pulled up to him and just cuddled while he considered whatever it was he was considering. It was so nice to be close to him like this after having waited so long. I just felt so wonderful that I soon drifted off to sleep still cozily pressed up against him.

"Wake up, Ana." Marty spoke as he gently rocked my arm. "I want to ask you something."

I yawned and stretched for a moment. I had never felt so refreshed in all my days. "Of course, honey, what do you want to know."

"You said you're supposed to be obedient, does that mean you'll do anything I tell you to?" Marty asked, obviously thinking of something.