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Date: Wed,  6 Jun 2001 19:10:04 -0400
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                           Martinized Bride
                           By: Phil Phantom
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Phil and Sherry were as attractive a newlywed couple as you get.
Both young - he, nineteen; she, eighteen - and they looked even
younger. Phil looked like a high school senior though he had
graduated at the age of seventeen, two years ahead of Sherry.
Sherry had just graduated. They married in June not two weeks
following graduation. She still looked like a sophomore, a
well-developed sophomore, very attractive, but with a young face
on a small frame - 5' 3" and 112 pounds. Her 34-22-34 figure with
D-cup perky breasts and long, wavy, bouncy, ash-blonde hair made
her a child bride of exceptional quality in pure wedding white.
In a black tux, Phil looked as good in a male version. Everyone
said they made the cutest couple. The people tossed rice and sent
them off on a week-long honeymoon in exotic Hawaii, all expenses
paid by a wealthy uncle of Sherry's.

Phil was sure he had himself a virgin, and Sherry was just as
sure that she had herself one. She also knew that Phil didn't.
Sherry had been sexually molested many times and had several
abortions as a result. She had the same person to thank for the
abortions and the honeymoon. Uncle Martin thought he could make
it up to her, or reward her for years of silent service, or place
her in a position to be grateful, or to purchase future silent
service. She wasn't sure what his motives were, but she accepted
the honeymoon vacation gift more to allay any suspicions had she
thrown the generous gift in his face.

Few knew the tension that existed between uncle and niece for six
years, though Sherry's mother, Jan, Martin's sister, had her
suspicions. For one, she knew Martin. For two, she had eyes.
Since puberty, Sherry was a piece Martin could not resist, and
the girl would be easy for Martin. Jan knew that someone was
forcing sex on her daughter and taking care of any problems. To a
mother, the signs were obvious. To a sister, the who was just as
obvious, but Jan was always the type to ignore the obvious if the
obvious was unpleasant. Her brother was her husband's employer,
and her brother could be a real asshole with people who didn't
mind their own business or look after his.

What he did with Sherry was none of their fucking business. Pete,
the employee daddy, knew that more so than Jan did. Pete knew
things he refused to talk about. Pete lived with a guilty
conscience; Jan only had to live with her suspicions and her
inaction in the face of them. Jan could not have lived with what
Pete had to live with, though she could imagine. At times, she
imagined while masturbating, and that made her feel terribly
guilty.

They were both happy to marry off Sherry, thinking marriage, at
last, might end the problem by removing the temptation. Phil and
Sherry were thinking of going away to college in the fall. Life
would likely land them far from Kokomo Indiana. Except for
Martin's enterprises, there wasn't much to offer a young couple
in Kokomo. If you didn't have an inside track, Kokomo offered
nothing. Jan was sure that Sherry would get as far from Kokomo as
possible, and the worst thing Phil could do would be to accept a
job with Martin. If he did that, he may as well hand over his
bride in exchange for a decent pay check. For those who minded
their business along with his, Martin could be decent. A guy
could live well. Jan and Pete lived well, though, as parents,
they sucked.

Sherry held no grudge. She understood the bind her parents were
in. She understood why they so eagerly got behind a hasty
wedding. Sherry wasn't sure she loved Phil, but he did love her.
He proposed and her parents encouraged. The trouble was, and what
they didn't know, Phil wasn't too keen on college but was keen on
getting in tight with Martin. They had already talked jobs and
futures, and Martin filled Phil's head with success and dollar
bills. The prospects didn't look good for higher education or for
getting out from underneath 220 pounds of heaving, thrusting,
humping, potent, pumping uncle.

Though her future held a dark cloud within the silver lining,
Sherry put those thoughts out of her mind and focused on her
immediate future which included sex with someone she cared about.
In that sense, she was as virgin as any new bride, eager to try
love making for a change. The sex with her uncle had been
stimulating at times, even orgasmic at times, but was absent all
feeling of love and tenderness, just a physical act and a
physically vulgar one at that. Martin treated her like a whore,
made her feel like a whore, and could bring out the whore in her.
He could make her cum even with her father watching; still,
Sherry didn't want to be a whore, and she'd be one if she had to
keep dealing with Uncle Martin while her father watched.

More and more, that was Martin's thing, fucking her in front of
her father - not just fucking, molesting. Martin did all he could
to make a father cringe. He used a daughter in the most vile and
disgusting ways any pervert could imagine, and with the intent to
cause a pregnancy. Martin had been knocking Sherry up since
puberty began - three, sometimes four a year. When she turned
seventeen, he got off on bringing the father in to watch.

That was now the norm and her father often accompanied them to
the motel where he'd have to pull up a chair at the side of the
bed after stripping her naked for his employer. At first, this
was a fate worse than death for both of them but, in time, they
grew comfortable with that level of intimacy. In time, she looked
forward to being stripped naked by her daddy and knew he liked
seeing her naked, especially her pussy, and enjoyed watching the
vulgar sex shows.

This was all strange, but became strange in a pleasant way.
Sherry liked having her father there, like moral support. At
least, he understood what she went through. Stranger still was
riding to the motel with her father, and stranger than that was
riding home afterward while seated with no panties on a folded
towel, draining her uncle's fuck while they discussed her pussy,
the amount of fuck in her pussy, and how the draining was coming
along. Discussing her pussy in vulgar terms with her father was
pretty neat.

In time, she grew comfortable with letting go and acting slutty
because she could see how much her father enjoyed a good slutty
performance. Watching him masturbate and seeing him cum made the
sex better. Martin now had him jacking off on her body,
especially in her face, actually kneeling on the bed at her side
with the weeping head of his cock just inches from her face while
Martin fucked her. That was so terribly vulgar, but also terribly
exciting. The last few times, she had actually sucked on her
father's cock after he ejaculated, nursing on his spent dick
while giving her Uncle Martin the best fuck she could like a
seasoned whore who loved having a large man cum in her fertile
pussy.

What she loved most of all was having an orgasm with cock in both
ends of her body. Her father cumming in her face always tripped
her trigger. She simply had to get that cock in her mouth, as
much as she could get in her mouth, and she'd keep sucking long
after her orgasm passed. Her daddy didn't mind one bit. After a
scene like that, the ride home was often intimate and pleasant,
riding snuggled up close like a proud whore who did good. Daddy
didn't make her feel like being a good whore was a bad thing. He
praised her remarkable pussy while using his fingers to assist
with fuck draining.

Sherry tried to work up the courage to suck her father off,
either on the bed or in the car on the way home, but as yet
hadn't. Nursing on his spent appendage after he creamed her face
or fondling his spent appendage in the car was as close as she
got. By the time they pulled into the driveway, he'd be fully
hard and needed a sucking as badly as she needed another fucking.
By then, it was too late. Clearly, things were headed there. More
of Uncle Martin offered more of the same with decadence
escalating. Before long, going down on Pop would be as natural as
a peck on the cheek used to be. She would no longer be Daddy's
little girl, she'd be his whore. Martin would see to it. There'd
be more motel fun and games, possibly with a hubby kneeling -
possibly with a daddy and a hubby kneeling, one on each side.
Sherry could only imagine, but when she did, she had to
masturbate. By the time she stood at the alter, imagining a sex
life without Uncle Martin in it was difficult. Imagining one
without her father in it was depressing.

Sherry accepted the gift with a smile knowing the gift carried
expectations even if Phil refused the job offers. If they
remained in Kokomo, even if just for the summer, Uncle Martin
would get his money's worth. Sherry wasn't sure how Phil would
feel about that. Much would depend on how the honeymoon went. He
might be a terribly possessive man, or a terribly insecure hubby,
or sexually uptight, even a prude. Hell, he might be a swinger at
heart. She wasn't sure what he was other than virgin. What do
virgins know? He might not know what his likes and dislikes are.
She knew one thing, Phil was in-love and very proud of his little
lady. Odds were, he wouldn't be proud of a whore who liked
sucking on her father's cock, or thought cocks in general were
pretty fucking neat, that two was better than one, and three at
once had to be the ultimate sex. Three was a perfect match-up as
a female has three holes. Two was okay, but one wasted two holes.
At any rate, making love with one offered something new and she
was eager to try something new.

They could have consummated their marriage before boarding the
plane for Honolulu, and they even discussed joining the mile high
club en route. In the end, they chickened out and decided to make
the first time special, to follow Martin's advice and make their
first stop at a swank honeymooner's boutique to buy all the
trimmings with the account he had set up for them. They could
charge up to one-thousand dollars worth of sexy attire, then
return to the honeymoon suite at the Waikiki Hilton to do this
thing right. As miles of ocean passed under them, this plan
seemed more and more right to them. They could join the mile high
club on the return flight. By then, they'd be experienced and
might be bold. Maybe the flight home wouldn't be so crowded and
the crew wouldn't look so straight.

Shortly after check-in, eager to get what they needed, they took
a taxi to the Hotel Street address on the card Martin gave Phil:
Aphrodite's Closet. The place had a swank and classy-sounding
name but certainly wasn't in a swank or classy neighborhood. They
were in an area few tourists see - the sailor's area. Bars, strip
clubs, sex shops, and adult movie theaters lined both sides of
Hotel Street with Aphrodite's Closet nestled like a closet in the
midst of it all. The place wasn't like a boutique at all, just a
solid door that could use a coat of paint and small display
window with a manikin dressed like a hooker. The place looked
more like a hooker's uniform outlet.

They stood outside the smut shop feeling and looking very out of
place, like two kids dropped in the wrong part of town. Sherry
immediately became suspicious since Martin set this up. He knew
the owner and had spoken to him. Some form of Matinizing lay
beyond that door. She could only imagine based on experience. Her
pussy responded instantly as every warning bell went off in her
head, telling her to walk away, that if they went through that
door, Phil would not be getting her first and would in all
likelihood discover that his bride was another man's whore. She
might end up being Martinized before his very eyes. The thought
occurred to her that Phil might not get any pussy at all on this
honeymoon while countless others did - Martinizing.

Martin was an evil bastard, so why was her pussy so wet, and why
wasn't she taking Phil by the hand and leading him away. He
appeared confused and kept looking at the card and then to the
place that was so unlike the card. She stood there looking
innocent and finally said, "Well, we may as well go in and see
what they have."

Phil looked at the hooker in the window, then to Sherry and said,
"Would you wear something like that?"

"If you want me to. I was thinking something sleek and sexy in
silk, but I'll dress up for you if that stuff turns you on."

Again, he studied the hooker, looked at the card, then to Sherry
to say, "It wouldn't hurt to look around. We should buy something
or he might feel insulted that we snubbed his gift. I'm sure he
meant well. Maybe he has never been here. Maybe he just knows the
guy. I mean, from the card, this looks like an exclusive boutique
that caters to newlyweds."

"He would feel insulted. We should buy close to a thousand worth.
At least he'd know we took his advice and appreciated the gift."

"Well then - after you."

Phil held the door as Sherry passed on through. Together, they
entered a place where hookers do their shopping but none were
shopping at three in the afternoon. Phil never saw anything like
Aphrodite's Closet. Sherry hadn't either. The place was like a
whore's bedroom - lots of red, subdued light, incense. Everything
reeked of sex and smut. They saw nothing shear and sexy, nothing
like Fredricks of Hollywood. This stuff was all vulgar. Some
looked sinister, and the man who came to greet them looked the
most sinister, like a child molester, a dirty old man, a masher,
a pornographer, like Martin's best friend. Sherry took one look
at this guy and knew she was fucked. He had seen her nudie
pictures and knew who she was right away. In fact, he came up all
smiles and said, "Don't tell me. Sherry Clemmons, right? I'd know
this sexy young lady anywhere, even fully dressed."

That let the cat out of the bag but the naked cat only confused
Phil. Sherry smiled and said, "Right, but it's Stevens, now -
Mrs. Phil Stevens."

"Well, Mrs. Phil Stevens, come give Uncle Reggie a big hug."
Sherry went into a hug that was more an embrace with his hands
cupping her ass cheeks, cupping and squeezing in plain sight of
Phil as Reggie went on, "Your Uncle Martin has told me so much
about you, but he never said you were this luscious or this sexy.
He sent a ton of naked pictures when you were much younger, but I
see you're all filled out, now."

That confused Phil even more. Sherry could hear his thoughts,
"Naked?  Much younger? A ton?" She said, "I have done most of my
filling out in the last two years, and he took most of his
pictures in the first two following puberty. I'm surprised you
recognized me at all if that's all you have to go by."

"You still look the same, but I have instructions to make you
look sexy. I'm not sure how except to take the clothes off of
you, lay you out on a satin sheet, and spread your sexy legs. I
could do that, take some pictures, and send them to him with the
bill. Knowing him, he'd gladly pay it and say I did great. If
you're game, we should do that, maybe give him a full photo
lay-out, show him just how sexy his niece is. You're not bashful,
are you?"

Sherry's face burned with the heat of her flush. Reggie had
worked both hands under her short skirt and inside the back of
her panties in full view of Phil who stood mesmerized right
behind her. The lusty man also drew her tightly into his loins as
two hunky males emerged from the back wearing silk robes, looking
like porn stars on a break. They took up viewing positions on
either side of Sherry, eyeing her up and down, agreeing with
Reggie. She was, indeed, a sexy doll and all filled out.

Sherry knew any posing would involve these two studs and she had
never had a sexy young stud. These two could be Chip 'n Dale
dancers - hung and handsome, cocky and confident. Erections were
rising from the parting of robes and one stroked his unabashedly.
Sherry glanced and saw a cock at least a foot long and it wasn't
fully hard. Martin was no minor leager, but he had nowhere near a
foot of cock like Giles had. Ken wasn't much smaller and what he
lacked in length, he made up for in thick. He had at least ten
inches but his was as thick as a baby's arm. Phil, she knew,
didn't have much, maybe five or six inches. He had to feel
intimidated and was at a complete loss for how to deal with
Reggie much less two Chip 'n Dale studs with hardons. Sherry said
she wasn't bashful. That cost her the dress. Reggie slipped the
dress right off and handed it to Phil.

Sherry wore no bra so that left her standing in sandals and
panties. The panties were skewed and needed to be unskewed. One
ass cheek was completely exposed. Reggie fixed that by dropping
to one knee and removing them. Sherry stepped free while looking
to Phil for guidance. He wasn't much help, standing there with
his eyes wide and mouth open, seeing the rear view of a pussy her
father shaved bald right before the wedding. That wasn't that big
a deal since Martin often made her father shave the pussy after
stripping. It was special in that it marked the first time he
shaved her pussy without Martin ordering it done. In fact, he
asked, took his sweet time, enjoyed himself thoroughly, and
licked it afterward. Phil expected a pussy with hair on it. He
had every right to from a virgin. He'd be shocked to find that
she had no hair at all, a bald cunt between her sexy legs, a
whore's cunt, exactly what her father wanted Phil to see when he
eased the panties off. Reggie took that honor upon himself. At
least Phil didn't tell her not to step free.

Sherry made the decision to go through with this Martinizing if
it cost her the marriage. This was too good to pass up. Uncle
Martin out-did himself this time. She knew Phil would see a whore
in action if she got on a bed with those two studs. She already
felt like one and looked like one. They were already treating her
like one. Reggie, Ken, and Giles were all feeling her body. They
all had their hard cocks out and she kept looking at those naked
cocks with a whore's hunger. Even Reggie had a nice one, one like
Martin (eight thick inches, a little bigger than Daddy) which she
took in her hand and slowly pumped while turning to face Phil.

Phil could not take his eyes off the hand of his bride on the
muscular cock of that vulgar man, stroking him like she wanted
him harder while Ken played with her tits and Giles amused
himself with her pussy from the rear. He noted the whore's cunt,
and Sherry noted his reaction - complete shock, total confusion,
how could this be. She stepped out to make things easier for
Giles, also to show more whore cunt to her bewildered hubby, then
added insult to injury when she began a slow grind on his fingers
while saying, "He's right, Phil. Uncle Martin would love a set of
pictures like that. I think we should let Reggie take all the
pictures he wants, don't you?"

Phil finally found his voice and said, "What kind of pictures?"

The kind, by this time, was quite obvious. That they were all
going to fuck her was obvious. That she wanted them all to fuck
her was just as obvious. She now held a hard cock in each hand
and had Giles squatting behind her to tease her pussy with his
cock. He had the head of his cock inserted as Sherry said,
"Whatever Reggie thinks is best. He knows the kind Uncle Martin
wants."

Phil could now see that he wouldn't be getting Sherry first
because Giles had her and was fucking her. He didn't have his
entire cock in her, but he had more than half in and was fucking
her with that half while she did what she could to make it more
than half. Phil saw a whore trying and couldn't believe his eyes,
or that she would so shamelessly fuck this guy right in front of
him. He watched for a full minute before saying, "Do what you
think is best, Sherry."

While blissfully riding eight inches of Giles, Sherry said, "If
you want to make points with Uncle Martin, you should give Reggie
a free hand. Hand me over to him. This should come from you, not
me. I'm your wife, Phil. I have no right to be giving Reggie
anything for anyone. This is your pussy."

Phil wanted to say, "So, how come you're giving that guy my
pussy? He's not even wearing a condom, and he looks like he needs
to wear two." The question was in his expression and hung in the
air like the heady smell of sex. To make matters worse, Sherry
bent over to offer more pussy. This brought her head to the level
of Ken's cock which she immediately began sucking like a slut who
was super into sucking on big dicks.

Phil couldn't believe his eyes and stood staring at his whore
bride when he would have bet his savings that she was a virgin
bride with hair all over her pussy. She sure didn't suck cock
like a virgin and she took a big dick in the pussy like a pro.
Phil could now see that she took all twelve inches as Giles'
balls would swing through on the in-stroke. Those deep strokes
should have caused discomfort, especially in a girl of such
compact stature, but they only made her moan on the other cock.
She loved those deep strokes and wanted him to cum in her pussy,
a pussy Phil had to wear a condom to fuck because she was fertile
and didn't want to start a family just yet. Evidently, she wanted
to start one with Giles. Unreal.

Reggie said to Phil, "I know Martin. You could win a bunch of
brownie points by turning her over to me for the duration of your
honeymoon. I could put her to work here. I have a bedroom set-up
in the back. He'd get a big charge out of that. I'd split the
money with him fifty fifty. If he made a few grand, he'd be
tickled shitless. Your lovely bride could easily make back the
cost of this vacation and put a grand in his pocket. All I need
is one week. What do you say, kid? You'll have her for the rest
of your life. You can do without for one short week, and look
where you have to kill that week. I'll even send over some pussy
to keep you from getting lonely. How 'bout it?"

Phil thought, but the more he saw Sherry the more he thought what
would be the harm. If she was upset by the idea, it didn't show
in the way she fucked or sucked strangers. The evidence suggested
she was all for the idea. After a bit of thought, he nodded. They
shook on it. Reggie broke up the sucking and fucking, had Giles
ease out, and raised Sherry to the upright. She wasn't ready to
be stopped. He held her under the chin, smiled, and said, "You're
a whore this week, all week, my whore...understand?" She nodded.

He said to all, "Let's go in the back. Phil, lock the door and
put the closed sign in the window. Just flip the open sign around
and meet us in the back."

Phil did his part while the others led the whore through drapes.
He still couldn't believe this was happening, but when he passed
through drapes and located the bedroom, he got a dose of reality
seeing his bride sprawled on a red satin sheet, making a vulgar
beaver for Reggie's camera, going so far as to pull the lips open
for him. Un-fucking-real.

Phil stood off to the side with an aching erection, watching pose
after vulgar pose. Reggie took three rolls of film, mostly
beavers, masturbation, and dildo fucking shots. He took pictures
of Sherry that were too obscene to even imagine, and she went
into them as though she didn't have one ounce of modesty or one
smidgeon of shame. Quite the contrary, she looked like a slutty
show-off who was very proud of her whore cunt, especially all
that pink stuff inside the lips. She had every right to be, but
damn, that was his wife's pussy. The limber slut was showing off
her womb. Marriage wasn't supposed to be this way.

After the lengthy posing session, the guys got involved - first
Ken, then Reggie. Ken fucked her pussy, Reggie flipped her over
and fucked her in the ass. The slut loved everything, but her
favorite was Giles. Giles didn't fuck her; she fucked Giles. He
didn't cum in her pussy; her pussy sucked cum from his balls,
then nursed. She even told them she had a fertile pussy or one
that would be fertile during that week. While nursing on Giles,
she told Reggie to send her back pregnant if he wanted to make
Martin smile. Reggie assured her he'd do just that.

Sherry was a happy little whore and loved being the center of
attention. She especially loved fucking Giles in front of Phil
the way she fucked Martin in front of her father. For one, Giles
had so much more cock to act slutty on, and two, going after the
sperm had a greater impact on Phil then it ever did on her
father. Then again, her father was used to the idea before he
ever bore witness and saw for himself how she turned her pussy
into a sperm milking machine, the product of years of
conditioning. She never did it better then she did with Giles.
The pussy actually appeared to be sucking his cock. She could see
that her new hubby was both awed and confused.

While still nursing on Giles, now using her hand to milk the
dick, Sherry looked to Phil and said, "Our first child will be
another man's bastard. I hope you don't mind raising another
man's bastard, but Martin would want that. If he has his way,
they'll all be bastards, and he always has his way. If you go to
work for him, I'll be your wife, but I'll be his whore. That's
fine with me."

Phil could see that, but the more he saw of that, the less upset
he felt. The job was a good one and his wife was a good whore.
After a bit of thinking, Phil took a seat at her hip and took
over the milking of the dick, which came as a big surprise to
everyone. He didn't seem the type that would touch another man's
cock much less milk one into his wife's cunt. He seemed to like
holding a man's cock and was more interested in the cock than the
pussy that cock was in.

Sherry liked this development and got up on her elbows with her
legs splayed to watch. She drew her legs in and laid the knees
flat to the mattress. Giles sat on his heels, scooted close and
just watched. Phil gradually lost all inhibitions about fondling
Giles and even massaged his balls. He brought on another erection
then pumped the length with only the head lodged in. He looked to
Sherry and said, "If that's the way it is, I say we get you good
and pregnant, because I want that job."

Sherry smiled then got up on stiff arms to engage Phil in a
passionate kiss. When the kiss ended, she settled back on her
elbows to watch Phil jack Giles. She told him he jacked a guy off
in a wife very well. He told her he enjoyed doing it, said she
had a sexy pussy, and would look good pregnant. She agreed and
said he'd be a great husband for a cheating whore. He thanked her
and told her he knew lots of guys who wanted to fuck her. She
told him that she knew a bunch, too. He said, great, that between
them they should be able to keep her barefoot and pregnant. She
said, "Great. I was never fond of shoes anyway."

There began one of the great marriages of our time, one founded
on infidelity. They also shared one major common interest - they
both loved cock. That helps. Actually, one major common interest
is all a good marriage needs. They remained together and raised a
very large family, but Phil made good money. Turns out, Martin
was a decent guy, and very decent to guys who mind his own
business. Sherry became one of Martin's enterprises that Phil
minded quite well.

Sherry also became a whore to her father, in fact, that came
about on the eve of their return. She did, in fact, end up with
both a hubby and a daddy kneeling on either side of her, jacking
off as she sucked each alternately. It was Phil, however, who
took Daddy's load, again surprising everyone. Pete grew quite
fond of the little cock sucker and had no problem filling Phil
with semen while his daughter licked his nuts.

In the weeks that followed, Martin drew Jan into the sordid
enterprise. Before long, she, too, was naked and kneeling,
masturbating, getting licked by her daughter. One afternoon, she
had Phil up her ass with Sherry licking her pussy. She was no
problem after that. A dick up her ass was all Jan needed to open
the lips and offer Sherry a good cunt to lick and suck. The
Sherry Enterprise became a family enterprise. Keeping her
barefoot and pregnant was a shear joy.

There you have it, a true American fuck story.

                                The End
                               
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