Message-ID: <26287asstr$968731855@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Fred Rock" <rockjack00.spamenot@.hotmail.com> Reply-to: rockjack00.spammenot@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <51Ru5.594269$MB.9048709@news6.giganews.com> NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 10 Sep 2000 14:10:57 CDT X-Abuse-Info: Please be sure to forward a copy of ALL headers X-Abuse-Info: Otherwise we will be unable to process your complaint properly Subject: {ASSM} RP: One Bride for Seven "Brothers" (slut wife, voy, inter, FF/M+) (2/2) Date: Tue, 12 Sep 2000 00:10:55 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/26287> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin Standard Disclaimer: This story is a fantasy. It takes place in a world with no HIV, HPV, or other STD's, a place where all birth control is 100% effective. That is not the world we live in and engaging in the activities described herein can seriously screw up your life or even kill you. Also, if you are under age 21 or don't like dirty stories, then go away. 'Nuff said. Comments welcome to above email address (remove ".spamenot"). One Bride for Seven "Brothers" (slut wife, voy, inter, FF/M+) Part II of II From that day in my lawyer's office forth, our relationship changed. We used to go out to expensive restaurants. I'd talk politics, computers and the internet, cars. She'd talk about her job (marketing) or her silly friends' troubles. That worried me a little. Since she was planning not to work after we here married (she didn't have to so why bother?) and I wasn't too interested in her friends' misadventures I wasn't sure what she'd talk about after the wedding. Now I knew. She talked about her sex life. She talked about it so much I hardly ever got to say anything about how much I hated Al Gore, the latest B2B startup with some new, wacky idea, or if I should trade the Viper in for the new Porsche 911 Turbo or just go for it and get a Ferrari 360 Modena (oh, baby, what a car!). Carly would talk in hushed tones about getting fucked at least twice a week by a stranger or one of her "regulars." Occasionally she'd talk about having two or three men simultaneously. I'd get so horny I'd be ready to attack her but she'd cut me off with a passionate kiss and maybe, if I was lucky, a feel of her breasts through her blouse and bra (she always kept my hands above her waist). She'd whisper that after the wedding I could have her and send me home to take matters into my own hands. Once I stopped off at her apartment about a hour early for a Saturday drive into the mountains (was I trying to catch her in flagrante delicto? I don't know; I was starting to fantasize about watching her get fucked by other men). She answered the door (after, I assume, looking through the peephole) wearing only a tee shirt and panties. She looked surprised to see me. Her hair was mussed and her make-up was smeared. There was something sticky in her hair. But she invited me in and kissed me. She tasted like cum. "I was just about to get in the shower," she said. "What's in your hair?" I asked. She laughed. "Oh, that must be cum. I sucked off the pool boy and he pulled out and came all over my face. I wiped it off but I didn't realize he'd gotten my hair. I've always wanted give him a blow job, he's so young and cute, but I figured he be a lousy lay because he so inexperienced and since I'm moving out soon it seemed the opportune time without causing any complications." A week before the wedding we had our last "date." Carly had declared that I could not see her again until she was walking down the aisle. I think - know -- she enjoyed torturing me. She told me about her latest slut adventure (some old, fat married guy in her apartment building who'd always given her the eye that she decided to give a going away treat). "What do you want for your wedding present?" she asked over dessert. I shrugged my shoulders. What do you ask for when you have everything? But there was something I wanted that only she could give me. "During the honeymoon, you only fuck, suck or otherwise have sex with me." She thought about it for a moment. "Hell," she finally said. "It's only a month; I suppose I'll survive." Then I asked her, "What do you want for a wedding present?" She looked at me. She knew I could buy her anything she wanted including some small countries. Finally she told me. "Well, since I have to go a whole month being faithful . . ." Then she spelled it out. Even knowing what she was, what a slut she was, I was shocked. But I said I'd do my best. I hired a "wedding consultant" to get everything just right. The wedding was to be held in a big, old church in the middle of town. I chose it for its grandeur, not its denomination. And after writing a six-figure check to the church's charity fund, I could have held a Black Mass in the church for all its parishioners cared (and at my tax bracket Bill Clinton will pay half of it anyway). After the ceremony a limousine would take us to the reception at the hotel with a sit-down dinner for 600 family and close personal friends. To save time and travel we'd spend the night in the hotel's best suit and in the morning the limousine would take us to the airport for the flight to a private island in the Caribbean. I figured the temptation for her would be less there. All that the consultant handled. I took care of the present. At first I wasn't sure how to go about it. Then, driving through a slightly seedy part of town I saw an adult bookstore. I went in and looked at the movies. A couple of the production companies were local so I bought their films (so I wouldn't have to return them). I took them home and watched them and decided one called "Blue Balls Productions" did the best job so far as lighting and camera work. A quick internet search and I had their address. I was surprised; they were located in a nice office building downtown. I walked in and a pretty blonde receptionist, whose exquisiteness was only marred by a pair of fake 44DD boobs, asked it she could help me. "I want to see whoever's in charge." "And you are?" "Give him my calling card," and handed her a $100 bill. She picked up the phone and talked to someone. "There's someone out here you ought to meet, Phil . . . No, he didn't say but he gave me a hundred . . . Yes, he said it was his 'calling card.'" She hung up. "He'll be right out." Phil turned out to be a middle aged balding man with a beer belly hanging over his belt. He introduced himself and asked my name. When I told him his eyes got wide. "Didn't you sell some internet thing and now you're richer than God? I read about that in the paper." "Yeah, but not richer than Bill Gates," I clarified. "What can I do for you?" I looked at the receptionist who suddenly decided I was real attractive. "Do you have an office?" "Sure, come with me." He took me into a room with a cheap desk and folding chairs. Around the walls were stacks of porno tapes. "Our latest movie," he said. "'Saving Ryan's Privates.'" I chuckled politely. "Did you produce 'Adult Toy Story 2'?" "Yeah," he said smiling. "Made a cool hundred 'k' on that little number. Shot most of it right here in these offices." "Well, Phil, I'm an admirer of your work and I'd like to hire you to make a video for me." Phil leaned forward. "What kind of video?" I ignored his question. "Can you provide, uhm, actors, too?" "Sure, I've got a big stable. You want to do a porno?" I reached in my pocket and put a stack of hundred dollar bills on the desk. "That's a thousand dollars. You know I have plenty more where that came from. Yes, I want you to make a 'porno.' But if anyone sees it but you and whoever else in your company needs to, do you believe I have the power, the wealth, to crush your balls like wadding up a soiled napkin?" He nodded. "Only me and my editor will see it." "Okay," I said. "I'll pay all your costs plus ten grand for your time and trouble. If I like the result, I'll kick in up to five more big ones. All for one Saturday afternoon's work." I didn't exactly know why I was talking like a bad movie but it seemed to work on Phil. "What's the job?" I explained it. He seemed to like the idea (and didn't seem all that shocked). "I'll have to put off production of 'The Boner Collector' but I can get you what you need," he said. "Let me handle it." "Can you do high-definition work?" Phil nodded. "I can rent the cameras and the editing equipment. It'll cost you more." "I knew you were the man to see," I laughed. "Here's a down payment." I put fifty $100 bills on his desk. "St Mark's Church, downtown, Saturday morning at 11:00 am. Don't be late; the wedding's at two. You'll have to sneak in and out. There's a service door on Third Avenue. I'll see to it it's unlocked." I gave him instructions on where to go once inside the church. Phil grinned stupidly. "And Phil," I said, trying to sound menacing, "Don't fuck up." "Yeah, right, don't worry about it." The big day arrived. The weather was beautiful. I bribed a janitor at the church to unlock the door in question so I didn't have to worry about it. I showed up at the church about an hour before the ceremony. The wedding consultant came up to me. She was a short, plump middle-aged lady and always looked like she'd eaten a lemon recently. "Carly kicked me out of her dressing room and won't let me back in. I have to check her dress and make-up . . ." I raised a hand. "This is her day," I said. "Let her be alone. I'm sure she'll let you in when she's ready. "But her Maid of Honor is with her. I have no idea what they are doing." I looked at my Rolex. It was one o'clock; I was pretty sure I knew what she was doing but I wondered why her Maid of Honor, an old high school friend of hers, was in there, too. I patted the woman's arm. "Don't worry. It'll be fine." I decided I had to keep her away from Carly's dressing room. "Meanwhile, run to the hotel and make sure everything's ready." "But I made sure . . ." I cut her off. "I just heard that hotel ruined a friend's event. I want you to personally double-check everything. Any additional expenses, just put it on my bill." She smiled and said, "As you wish, sir." Carly was about a half hour late coming out of her dressing room. I forbad anyone from bothering her until "she is ready to come out." Finally, she emerged and the ceremony started . . . .. . . I sat down next to her on the couch, pointed the remote at the player, and pressed, "Play." The first thing to show on the screen was a door. It was the door to the room she was dressing in. The door opened slowly as if the intruder was trying to be quiet. As the portal opened I saw Carly in her wedding dress in the arms of her Maid of Honor (her name was Cheryl) and they were kissing. Not a quick girlfriend-to-girlfriend peck but a passionate, spit-swapping kiss. (And if you've never seen HDTV it's amazing. It truly looks like a "moving picture." The scene couldn't have been clearer if they were standing in front of me.) I hit the "pause" button and looked at Carly. She shrugged her shoulders. "Cheryl took my cherry when I was sixteen. She introduced me to being a slut. In high school the boys called us 'C & C.' You weren't considered cool in that school if you hadn't gotten a 'C & C.' And a lot of them did. It's because of her I am what I am today." "So you're bi?" I asked. "I guess. I have had sex with women occasionally. Mostly with Cheryl." Okay, I thought, I have a bi, slut wife. What other surprises I had coming I could only guess at. I hit "Play" again. Carly and Cheryl noticed the open door and broke their embrace. The scene shifted to another camera's view and we could see the first cameraman (a thin kid) run into the room to get reverse angle on the scene. The women watched him with amazement. "What is this?" Carly asked angrily. The scene shifted again so we could see Phil in the doorway holding a camera. "Excuse me, your husband-to-be hired us to shoot a video of the ceremony and we'd just like to get some shots of you before hand if you don't mind. It's your wedding present." I had told Phil to use that phrase. Carly smiled coyly. "Oh, of course, come on in." Phil said, "We have quite a bit of equipment to bring in, miss, if you don't mind." Carly nodded. The camera inside the room showed Phil walking in and following him were more men. Some carried lights, some boxes for equipment. All were black and all worked for Phil but not as "grips" but as performers. It was just an excuse to get them into the room. I counted them as they entered. I had no idea how many Phil could get on short notice. But they kept coming in. Finally, when the seventh black man entered the room he closed the door behind him and locked it. Phil told the men where to place the lights and to stack the boxes in a corner out of the way. Once the preparations were made, Phil said, "Okay, ladies, you just stand there and do what comes naturally while we tape." C & C looked at each other and giggled. Then they started kissing again. It was very erotic to see my bride and her Maid of Honor making out. They ran their hands over each other's bodies, stopping at breasts, asses, and trying to feel each other's cunts through their dresses. There was a chaise lounge in the room and Cheryl lead Carly to it and had her lay down on her back. Cheryl pushed up the skirt of the wedding dress and the petticoats. Finally, like unwrapping a present, she found her treat. Carly was wearing white stockings and there were garter straps holding them up. She had on white panties, the same ones I was holding as I watched the scene. Cheryl pushed them aside and started licking up and down Carly's vulva. Carly leaned back and moaned. This went on for a few minutes and Phil and his other cameraman were doing a great job of capturing it going from a close-up of Cheryl's mouth on my wife's pussy to Carly's face showing her pleasure. One of the camera's panned around the room to show that all of the black men were naked and stroking their cocks. Some of them had very large cocks. When Cheryl started licking Carly's clit my bride gasped and opened her eyes. Then she suddenly seemed to notice the profusion of ready cocks for her. "Come 'ere," she said huskily to one of the men. "I need that cock in my mouth." The man, with a medium-sized boner grinned and walked over. Carly sucked down his meat with zeal. I'd heard Carly talk about having sex with other men but this was the first empirical evidence I had of it actually happening. I was fascinated to watch my beautiful bride, still in white, suck on a black cock while her maid of honor licked her clit. This scene went on for a few minutes. The Carly started to come on her girlfriend's face. Cheryl licked with abandon as Carly bucked her pussy against her mouth. Then another of the men walked over and started lifing up Cheryl's dress. "No!" she said, stopping licking Carly's pussy long enough to talk. "This is her wedding. She gets all the cock." Cheryl came out from between Carly's thighs and said, "If you want a cunt, this one's ready for you." Carly stopped sucking on the black cock in her mouth. "Wait, let me get out of this dress; it has to look good for the wedding." She stood up and Cheryl unzipped the dress. Carly stepped out of it. Then she removed her white petticoats and camisole. She was then wearing white silk panties, a white garter belt holding up white stockings, and a white, lacy bra. With her veil still on she looked hot and innocent at the same time. She slipped off her panties, laid back down on the chaise, spread her legs, and said, "Come on, boys, there's enough holes here for all of you." I about came right then to hear my fianc e talk like that. The man who had tried to lift Cheryl's dress dove in and replaced her licking Carly's cunt. Carly looked at her girlfriend and said, "Cheryl, make sure they stay hard for me but I get all the cum." Cheryl giggled. "I always wanted to be a fluffer." I hit the pause button. "A what?" I asked my wife. "A 'fluffer.' It a girl who's job it is to keep the men hard while shooting pornos while they are setting up the camera and lighting and stuff." "And you know this because . . .?" Carly shrugged. "I don't know, I just do." "Okay," I muttered and hit the play button. Carly sucked down the cock that had been in her mouth again while the other guy licked her pussy. Cheryl got down on her knees and went from man to man sucking them off to supposedly keep them hard. They seemed pretty hard to me and she just seemed to be having a good time. The man Carly was sucking-off started moaning. I could tell he was about to come. Carly pulled him out of her mouth and let him shoot his come all over her face. Some landed in her hair and veil. When he was finished, she sucked him off some and then said, "Okay, I need a cock in my pussy and one in my mouth." The guy eating her stopped and scooted up, positioning his cock against her vagina. It was a large cock (not the biggest in the room but big enough). Another man walked over with a large cock and placed it against Carly's cheek. She turned her and sucked the large, black head into her mouth. She had a little trouble getting the whole cock in her small mouth but with some effort was sucking down most of his shaft. The man between her legs shoved his cock into her. Her eyes grew wide and she groaned around the obstruction in her mouth. The men pumped her from both ends. I had trouble believing I was watching my wife with two cocks inside her. Here she was a delicate, beautiful woman being ravaged by two black rods. And apparently loving it. As she sat beside me watching the tape she started masturbating. I almost didn't dare touch my penis for fear I'd come at the slightly stimulation. It didn't take long for the guy fucking her to stiffen and come. He pumped his semen into my wife's cunt. She had an orgasm at the same time, moaning around the cock in her mouth. Then he pulled out of her and the camera zoomed in to see the cum leak back out. The HDTV showed ever drop of juice in her pussy. Almost immediately another guy got between her legs and started pumping. The guy in Carly's mouth started coming and again Carly pulled him out and let him come on her face. And another cock entered her mouth. I'd now watched five men enter two of my wife's orifices. There was one man with a huge cock. It looked like the size of my forearm with a cock head as big as my fist. Cheryl hadn't been able to take it into her mouth and had to settle for just licking the shaft. I noticed this guy was hanging back. When the man fucking Carly came (her second cum shot into her pussy) she stopped the sixth guy from entering her. She stopped sucking on the cock in her mouth and looked at the guy with the immense cock. "I've got to have that cock in me; come here." Carly stood up and directed the guy to lie on the floor. He did with that tool sticking almost straight up. Carly straddled him and slowly lowered herself on his cock. When it started to enter her, the camera zoomed in tight and I could see her pussy lips move aside to allow the thing in. The veins on it were so big they moved her lips further apart as they slid by. Carly's mouth made an "O" and her cum-covered face showed she was in ecstasy. It must have taken a full minute for Carly to sink all the way down until her ass rested on his thighs. Then she used her strong legs to rise up again. She rode up and down on that cock, her eyes closed and her mouth letting out gasps of delight and pleasure. Then she leaned forward onto her hands with that mammoth cock still in her cunt. "Cheryl, who's left?" she asked. Cheryl took the hard cock out of her mouth and said, "I got three hard one here." Two guys had apparently gotten it back up with Cheryl's help. "I need a cock in my ass," Carly said. "Got one right here," Cheryl replied and pulled the last guy, who hadn't been in her before, over to Carly's perfect white ass. "Let me get her ready for you," Cheryl told the guy. Then she started licking Carly's asshole. She got it nice and slobbery wet. She pulled some of the cum leaking out of Carly's cunt, displaced by that monster cock, and used it to lubricate Carly's anus. She put a finger in, then two. Then she declared, "Okay, she's ready." The black man got on all fours over Carly's back and put his cock between her ass cheeks. Cheryl helped guide him to his tight goal. Once there he pushed in slowly. Again the camera zoomed in to catch every detail of this cock sodomizing my wife. Once he was all the way in her bowels, Carly started rocking back and forth on the two cocks in her. She did this for a few moments then said, "I need a cock in my mouth. I want to do a three-way." The guy who'd first come in her cunt walked over with his reinvigorated cock and Carly gobbled it up. "That's the first time I've done a triple penetration," Carly said (the one in the room with me, live). She kissed me hard. "Thank you." On the T.V. Carly was sandwiched between two black men with a cock each in her cunt, asshole, and mouth. I couldn't help think of an Oreo. Suddenly she stiffened and, somehow, rocked faster. She was obviously having an orgasm and a massive one at that. "It was wonderful," she said (the live one). "All I felt was pleasure from every part of my body." Her coming sent the guy in her ass over the edge. He pulled out and came all over her asshole. "Hey, she wanted that inside her," Cheryl said. The guy muttered something apologetic and wandered away. Cheryl started licking the cum into her mouth, and licking it out of Carly's now-gapping asshole. When she had most of it in her mouth, she went to Carly's face and pushed the man out of Carly's mouth. Then Cheryl kissed Carly, transferring the cum from Carly's asshole into her mouth via Cheryl's mouth. It was disgusting and wonderful at the same time. When Cheryl pulled away, a long string of cum stayed between their luscious lips until it finally snapped back onto Carly's chin. The man under Carly had been watching this and apparently this sent him over the edge. With a huge roar he started coming. He grabbed Carly's shoulders and pushed her down on his colossal tool until she was sitting on his hips. He kept pumping for what seemed minutes. Finally he let go of my wife and she rolled off of him and laid on her back on the floor. Cum was leaking out of her pussy and down to her asshole. Cheryl leaned over and gently kissed her cum-covered lips. "You okay, hon?" she asked. Carly nodded, seeming too exhausted to go on. "Do you want more?" Carly hesitated a moment. Then he nodded. "Anything left?" she asked with a weak laugh. Cheryl looked around the room. "I've got two standing at attention and probably three I could get up easily." "Get my panties," Carly said. "I don't want anymore cum to leak out. I want to save it for James." Cheryl nodded and got the white undies. She helped Carly slip them on. "Okay," my bride said. "I'll suck off anyone who wants it." She rose up on her knees. For the next hour she sucked off all the black men again, the thin cameraman, and even Phil (I decided then to cut his pay by a couple of thousand). She had trouble with the big cock and it turned more into a hand job with licking. She let all of them cum on her face. When she was done she was covered in cum and it was in her hair and veil, and her face, shoulders, and breasts were covered. It was dripping off her chin onto her belly. The last shot of the video was a close-up on her face. She smiled sweetly through the cum and said, "Thank you for the wedding present, my dear." The screen went to snow. I turned off the T.V. and looked at my wife. My slut. My slut wife. "Thank you," she repeated. "Now you know why I was late. After they left I had to clean up, get all the cum off my face, re-do my make-up. Cheryl told the wedding consultant that we'd spilled make-up on the veil and she went out and got a new one somewhere. I put on pantyhose to be more respectable and we came out for the ceremony" "Did you like you wedding present?" I asked. Carly smiled. "I can't think of anything sluttier than getting gang banged on my wedding day, in the very church where I was to be married, then walking down the aisle with cum leaking out of my cunt." "So did you like it?" In answer she kissed me. I pulled her into the bedroom and on the bed and laid her on her back. Cum was still seeping out of her well-fucked pussy. I got out of my clothes and shoved my cock in her cunt. There was almost no sensation from the lube of the cum and how wide she'd been spread. But knowing I was fucking my wife, for the first time as my wife, after she'd taken on seven black men (and two others) and this was what sloppy fifths I was enjoying? made me so hot I came almost immediately. Carly orgasmed again (I don't know how, she couldn't have felt much, either). I gently undressed her and then we cuddled under the covers and I held my wife. I knew that for at least one month she was mine alone. What would happen after that, what could top what she'd just done, I didn't know. But I suspected we'd have some interesting adventures together. First thing I wanted to do after the honeymoon was get a "C & C." ------- ASSM Moderation System Notice-------- This post has been reformatted by the ASSM Moderation Team due to inadequate formatting. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+