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   An Unholy Marriage, part two.  (m+/f+)

   by Spiller



   "It was so nice of you to include my grandparents." Alexander caressed
her hair while he drove the big Packard with his left hand.  "And I'm so
happy that you were OK, even if they are so much older than we are."

   Alyssia had persuaded him to take the long drive around the lake.  She
felt they needed to talk, and she always found it easier to be honest in
the darkness of a driving car.

   "Well, first of all they both look incredibly good for their age, and it
only felt natural after that long and very exciting talk we had while you
were gone."

   "Anyway, I'm sure they appreciated it very much." She could see his
smile in the light from an oncoming car.  "And it's been a long time since
I last made love to Victoria.  She really is an extraordinary woman."

   "Secondly, their talk had made me very horny.  I could hardly wait to
take advantage of my new status as a clan member."

   "I must say I'm happily surprised that you took so easily to involving
somebody else in our lovelife.  Of course I know you're a lovely, hot lady,
but after all it's not the most common thing, you know."

   "Dear Alexander.  I have already confessed, that up until I met you, my
sex life has been a rather one-sided affair between my fingers and my
fantasy.  In my line of work I have now and then stumbled upon books or
manuscripts which could send my imagination flying high, and one of the
fantasies, which always would bring me off, was sex with three, four, five
people at the same time.  So I'm not a total stranger to the life you are
bringing me into, my love."

   "I have no way of telling you how lucky I feel, that I didn't really
fall in love until I met you.  Was it the truth when you said you want to
get married as soon as possible?"

   "Yes, love.  I can hardly wait."

   "You know, there is the small matter of your engagement party.  I am
sure that Sully and Victoria must have told you about it?"

   "Oh, yes.  They said that a party would be set up to celebrate our
engagement, and to initiate me to the clan.  When are you going to arrange
that party?"

   "It's not for me to arrange.  It is usually the grandparents' privilege
to do so.  After all they will know us all well enough to make sure, that
they invite the right people.  But they will probably make it for the
upcoming weekend, dinner Saturday and then through breakfast Sunday."

   "So soon?"

   "Or so late.  You know, really we ought to announce our engagement at
the party, and I'd give you the ring at breakfast Sunday, but since we have
rushed this a bit, you're already wearing the ring, and the party is a bit
late."

   "How much are you allowed to tell me about the initiation?"

   "Not much, really.  Sully and Victoria will invite a number of people,
but they can not come themselves, and we'll meet for dinner, where you'll
be presented to them.  After dinner the party will be divided into two
groups.  Your group will take you to the big hall, and their task is to
tell you, show you and help you to appreciate the joys of clan-life.  There
will be men and women of various ages in your group, and my grandparents
will select them with utmost care, to make sure you are brought into our
life gently and excitingly at the same time."

   "And what about your group?"

   "We will go to the library and spend the evening talking and making
love, except for me.  They will all try to excite me as much as possible,
so that when we join you in the big hall at midnight, I'll be bursting to
consummate you, even if you probably will be dead tired and dizzy from all
the excitement and all the orgasms you have had."

   "That doesn't seem fair, love."

   "Fair or not, those are the rules.  And I have no intention to challenge
them."

   The big car hummed along for another few minutes when Alyssia said:
"Will you please stop at the next clearing in the wood?  I cannot wait till
we get home.  I want you to take me out into the moonlight and make love to
me, hard and fast and with no foreplay.  Just fuck me, please, Alexander."

   When she was stretched out on the blanket, the moonlight made her pale
skin seem even paler, almost like silver, accentuating her dark nipples and
her closely cropped, black pubic hair.  Her dark curls floated round her
beautiful face, and Alexander was certain, that he had never seen anything
so beautiful.  He barely took his time to tell her, before he loved her
fiercely, urgently and hard, while Alyssia humped her slender body up
against his.  So utterly satisfied in body as well as in soul, they stayed
naked in the moonlight for a while.  The warm early summernight was so
romantic, the moskitoes were not yet out, and they hugged and held each
other for yet a while, before they dressed again and continued the drive
towards the city.

   The Party.

   The days up to the engagement party flew by in a blur of preparation. 
All the time members of the clan were calling to congratulate, some of them
to tell they were looking forward to the party.  Which by the way would be
held at uncle Jonathan's large estate, overlooking the Hudson river.

   Alyssia wanted to look special, inside out, and spent two days shopping
for just the right things.  When finally a limo stopped in front of her
house, late Saturday afternoon, she was ready.  She looked ready, she felt
ready, and she looked like a million dollars.  A footlong, ivory white
dress, made of clinging, shiny silk, plus of course her high heels, made
her look a lot taller, than she really was.  The design was impeccably
classy, and yet there was just enough cleavage and bared back to make her
look highly erotic.  And there was just enough bared back to make it
evident, that her pert breasts made their poking against the silk
unassisted by a bra, while the long skirt hid her olive-green suspenders,
stockings and ultrathin, widelegged panties.  Olive green always looked
precious against her pale skin.

   Her hairdresser had copied a hairdo from Napoleon's mistress Josephine,
piling her black hair up on her head, held together by the two pearl
necklaces she had inherited from her grandmother, while her beautiful face
was framed by tiny ringlets hanging down from the hairdo.

   What could not be seen anywhere but in her eyes, were the butterflies in
her belly and the anticipating swell of her pussy.  But she was sure
Alexander would read it.

   The driver timed his route perfectly.  At five minutes to six they
rolled up in front of the white mainbuilding, where she was met and
welcomed by uncle Jonathan, and at six o'clock sharp he opened the doors to
the big hall, and their entrance was greeted with applause and ooohh's and
aaahhh's.  While Jonathan led her up the floor to her seat of honour at the
middle of the long table, Alyssia sneaked an estimate of the party.  A lot
of known faces, a few unknown, about 30 in all, the youngest looking like
15-16 year olds, the oldest about 50.  And there was Alexander, standing at
his chair, waiting for her with a look of love on his face.

   "My love, how absolutely ravishing you look.  I didn't know God made
girls that beautiful.  Welcome, love." An elegant kiss on her hand,
whereupon he held her chair while she sat down.

   The dinner was perfect and elegant, of course.  A small orchestra played
H ndel, Mozart and Vivaldi, the conversation was witty and spirited, never
really vulgar, though many hints were dropped about the purpose of the
evening.

   As nine o'clock drew closer Alyssia felt her anticipation harder and
harder.  With starry eyes she looked at Alexander and whispered: "I'm
really getting nervous about this, love."

   "No need to, my dear.  I'm sure you'll find these people kind and
helpful.  I can see that Victoria and Sully really have put a lot of work
into this party.  Remember, I know everybody here, and almost all of them I
know very well, indeed." He kissed her cheek and put his arm reassuringly
round her naked shoulders.

   Shortly before nine Alexander hit his glass.

   "Dear family, dear clan.  As you all know this lovely woman has promised
to become my wife, and a member of our clan.  Only she and I can tell you,
how happy that has made me.  I feel sure she is the prettiest ever to join
us.  Only a few days ago Victoria and Sully, my dear grandparents who are
not allowed to be with us today, told her about the customs of our clan,
but I feel perfectly sure, that you will be able to initiate her to our
ways of life.  I know, that Jonathan has a few words to say, and then I
surrender my wife-to-be to your caring hands.  Will you all join me in a
toast to Alyssia to show your appreciation of her beauty and love."

   The applause was loud and heartfelt, and no sooner had Alexander sat
down again, than Jonathan hit his glass.

   "Dear family, dear clan.  I cannot tell you how proud Winnifred and I
are, that our house was chosen to host this initiation.  I cannot really
tell, how our beautiful Alyssia has gotten so close to Victoria and Sully."
His big smile revealed, that really he knew.  "But I can say for sure, that
they have been very busy collecting the wedding gift for this, the only
marriage we are going to have for all of 1938.  As proper grandparents they
have donated the huge townhouse they inherited from Sully's parents, and
right now craftsmen are working day and night, to bring it up to modern
standards.  And apart from that they have collected the young couple's
starting capital.  Up till now the clan-gift will consist of 7 million
dollars, but I have no doubt that they will not stop until they reach a lot
more." A hearty applause followed this announcement.  "And now, dear
family, dear clan, it is nine o'clock.  You have all been assigned your
group by Victoria and Sully, and when I ring the little bell, I want you to
follow Winnifred and Alexander to the library, and the rest of you go with
Alyssia and I to the west wing.  Let us all enjoy a lovely evening, and
we'll meet again in the big salon at midnight, for a nightcap and a chat.
Thank you, dear family, dear clan."

   Uncle Jonathan went round the table to Alyssia and Alexander.  "May I
take your fianc e to the initiation ceremony?"

   "Yes, dear uncle.  And I know she couldn't very well be in better
hands." He got up from his chair, helped Alyssia get up, too, and then he
kissed her lovingly.  "Have a good time, my love.  And don't be nervous, it
is perfectly legal to get as randy as they go.  See you at midnight."

   When uncle Jonathan took her hand and held it at shoulderheight, almost
as if they were a pair of dancers walking to the floor of competition, she
felt her knees almost buckle under her.  The high tension she had felt for
the last half hour gave way to a rush of passion and anticipation, and she
hardly saw anything on the way to the 'west wing', but she did not need to.
Uncle Jonathan guided her elegantly, and their group followed like a band
of soldiers.  When they stopped in front of a white double door uncle
Jonathan picked her up in his strong arms, like she was a little baby, and
a pretty young girl and a handsome youth opened the doors and held them,
while she was carried into a most incredible room.  It had to be at least
150-200 square metres, walls and floor covered in white and coloured
marble, woodwork in white and gold, collumns carrying the ceiling, and in
the centre an enormous round bed, laid out with a fiery red silk sheet and
lots of manycoloured pillows.  When uncle Jonathan gently set her down on
the thick deepgreen carpet beside the bed, a carefully orchestrated
ceremony began.

   Alma, who looked like she was 13, but had to be at least 15, and
Beatrice who Alyssia knew to be 45, stepped up to her.  While the rest of
the group sat down on the sofas, chairs and lovebenches spread around the
room, they began the process of undressing Alyssia.  While Beatrice
carefully removed the pearls from her hair and let it fall down to her
shoulders, Alma removed her dress, finally asking her to step out of the
bundle of silk at her feet.  The two women turned Alyssia to face a tall
mirror on the wall, and Alma kneeled in front of her.  The sight in the
mirror made Alyssias blood boil, while Alma gently pulled her thin panties
down.  "My, these panties are really wet.  I think you'll taste great.  Can
I?"

   Alyssia could not say a word.  She just nodded her head 'yes', and while
Beatrice reached round from behind to cup her tingling breasts, Alma put
her young mouth up to her pussy and let her tongue slip in between her wet
lips.  The feeling was as strong as an electric shock.  A wave of passion
cursed through her body,as Alma teased her clit, sucked gently on it, and
let go of it, only to blow a hot breath on it.  "Wow, you really taste
sweet, Alyssia.  I'm happy I was the first to taste you." As Alma started
to get up again, she grabbed Alyssia's legs, and she and Beatrice carried
her over to the big bed, where they gently lowered her onto the silken
sheets.

   Uncle Jonathan stepped up to her.  "Dear Alyssia.  There is only one
thing left that we have to carry out acording to tradition, and you may
chose to keep your eyes open all through, or you may be blindfolded, if you
wish so."

   Alyssia could hardly speak, so it was closer to a whisper when she said:
"I have no wish to be blindfolded, unless it's something bad you are going
to do to me."

   Jonathan laughed.  "No, my dear, nobody is going to harm you.  But
everybody present has to touch, caress and tease your body with our hands
and lips, and thereafter the oldest and youngest man will make love to you,
assisted by the youngest and oldest woman.  You wouldn't want to close your
eyes to that, would you?"

   "Oh, my God, no.  But please get started."

   They all went up to the bed and sat down on the edge, all around her,
and she looked up at all the kind faces.  Hands were stretched out, and
like a flutter of birds they were all over her body.  Her breasts, her
thighs, her belly, her pussy, and in a very short time she gave up keeping
track of who was doing what.  She felt how one hand in her pussy, obviously
a male one, was pulled away and it's place was taken by a woman's delicate
fingers.  Two different hands were exciting her flat belly and pulling up
on her skin so she felt the hood of her clit move back to bare the shiny,
pink pearl.  With a shrill, shivering yell she gave in to her passion as
the orgasm raked through her body.  The hand between her thighs stopped
touching her clit for a moment, and another hand cupped her pussy, as if to
protect it for a while.  But the other hands continued to make themselves
familiar with her tiny, slim body.  And lips moved from her neck to her
breasts, tongues were teasing her ears, one woman kissed her lips so
tenderly that she wanted to cry, but the only result was a moan, and her
passion rose again.

   She felt her legs being raised and spread wide, and while the people who
held them continued their massaging of her thighs, she saw little Alma move
her face in between her legs and clamp her mouth down on her pussy.  A
searing wave of heat exploded in her, as the young girl expertly sucked her
clit into her mouth, and then began shaking her head from side to side.  A
young boy sucked hard on her left nipple, while uncle Jonathan held the
right nipple between his teeth and let his tongue dance on it.  Alyssia
whimpered and humped her pussy against Alma's pretty face, but suddenly
Alma stopped.  She raised her head and said: "Uncle Jonathan, I'm sure she
is ready for you now."

   As the other people withdrew from her body, Jonathan moved round on the
bed and took up position between her widespread legs.  The people who held
them open moved away, but Alyssia's hunger was so big that she just held
them open herself.  Alma grabbed Jonathans very hard cock and guided it to
the dripping opening of Alyssia's cunt.  A deeptoned, rusty "AAaaarrrhhhhh"
escaped her as she felt the strong pole enter her.  While Jonathan slowly
and deliberately worked his way to the bottom of her cunt, Alma laid down
beside her and started kissing her cheeks and lips, while her little hands
did wonders to her pointed breasts.  This exquisite fuck quickly brought
Alyssia to the brink of orgasm.  Suddenly Alma whispered close to her ear:
"Please, put your hand down and touch my pussy, I want it so much."

   She was shivering all over, but she managed to move her arm down, only
to feel Alma raise her body a little and move in, to position her downy
pussy on Alyssia's upturned hand.  "Please, put your middle finger in",
Alma whispered again.  Alyssia hooked her middle finger, and easily it
found it's way into that wet, young pussy, and that was the last straw. 
When she felt Alma rub her pussy against the palm of her hand, in rythm
with Jonathan's insistent fucking, and the young juices running freely down
her fingers, she exploded in a long, mindblowing orgasm.  The most
exquisite cramps cursed through her body, and a long growl was the only
sound she could emit.  Just as she felt the waves of pleasure beginning to
diminish, Jonathan pushed his cock as hard into her as possible, and spurt
after spurt hit the bottom of her vagina, while Alma clamped her thighs
hard around her hand, and bit her nipple hard.  Alyssia's orgasm took on a
new momentum, and she could do nothing to prevent tears of happiness
running down her cheeks.

   She was dimly aware, that Jonathan withdrew from her pussy, while Alma
got up on her knees to kiss the tears away from her cheeks.  That's when
she became aware of the applause from all around the room.  People in
different stages of nakedness were clapping their hands, and a few came up
to the bed to kiss her and congratulate her.

   Beatrice leaned over her and asked: "Would you like me to lick you clean
before we go on, or do you prefer a shower?"

   In her relaxed state Alyssia couldn't help laughing.  "What a perfectly
wicked offer, Beatrice.  Nothing in the world could make me turn it down."
With a big smile she folded her hands behind her head and let her thighs
fall open.

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