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An Unholy Marriage, part four. (M+/F+, inc)

by  Spiller.

	The sight that met Alyssia in the bedroom was incredible. On the round bed, 
on a love-bench and on the floor, eight people were fucking, sucking, 
touching or reaching for, each other. On the floor was Clarence, with 
Rosalind squatting over his head, obviously enjoying his tongue. Nobody 
seemed to take care of his cock, which was standing proudly upright. Alyssia 
went straight for it. With one hand she supported herself on Rosalinds 
shoulder, while she lowered herself towards the hard cock. With her left 
hand she grabbed his cock and guided it to her opening, and with a deep sigh 
she sank all the way down until she rested on his thighs. When Rosalind had 
felt Alyssia's hand on her shoulder she turned her head for a short moment, 
then she smiled and directed her attention back to Clarence's tongue.

	Alyssia felt a wave of depravity rush through her. Since she was 11 her 
life had been full of erotic fantasies, but none of them remotely paralleled 
this reality. She reached out for Rosalind's shoulders and started rubbing 
them. Without turning her head Rosalind lifted her arms, signalling that she 
wanted Alyssia to reach round for her breasts. These 19 year old globes were 
magnificent. They were big, they were firm, and they were crowned with huge 
brown aureoles and hard nipples. There was no way Alyssia could fit them 
into her hands, but when she pinched them lightly and ran a nail across each 
nipple, Rosalind's reaction showed how sensitive they were. She groaned, and 
leaned her head backwards on Alyssia, and at the same time she ground her 
pussy so hard against poor Clarence's mouth, that he had to push her back in 
order to breathe.

	Alyssia began a slow motion up and down on Clarence's cock. Gradually she 
built up speed, at the same time holding on to Rosalind's breasts with a 
firmer and firmer grip. That was so much to Rosalind's liking, that she 
suddenly almost keeled over, as she was hit by a violent orgasm. Alyssia 
stopped fucking for a little while, letting her right hand slide down to 
Rosalind's belly to feel her contractions - and to support her. Rosalind's 
yell, as she was coming, seemed to trigger a lot of things in the room. One 
by one people moaned, screamed, or yelled: "I'm coming." "AAhhh, I'm 
coming." "God, this is great." Within three minutes the only person not yet 
to have come was Alyssia.

	Right after all these orgasms there was relatively quiet in the big 
bedroom. From far away Alyssia heard the bell in the main entrance tower 
strike one. "My, what time was that?" she asked out loud.

	"I guess it was half past eleven", Jonathan said. "Wait a sec, I've got my 
watch in my trousers over there." He disentangled himself from his cousin 
Barbara, and from the other side of the room he announced: "Yes, it's half 
past eleven, all right."

	An "oh, no" escaped Alyssia.

	"Why 'oh, no' ", asked Beatrice.

	"I had just promised myself that I would try all of you, before we have to 
go."

	"That really is a true clan spirit", Jamison laughed. "I'm sure that 
Alyssia is going to be a delightful addition to our clan."

	"Shouldn't we try to fulfil her wish"? It was Alma's high-pitched voice 
that cut through.

	"Of course we should, but you have already had your go. Now the rest of us 
are in line." Anthony was standing in the doorway to the pool, his body 
still dripping water on the floor.

	Short and square Pallon, with the greying temples and hairy chest, knelt 
beside Alyssia and put his hand on her belly, where he could feel Clarence's 
cock pressing against the front of her vagina.  "Does your wish go for men 
and women alike?"

	The consequence of her wish suddenly got through to Alyssia's brain, and 
triggered small, delicious contractions in her cunt, contractions which were 
very enjoyable to Clarence. Alyssia nodded her head 'yes', and she 
whispered: "Yes, all of you."

	Pallon took her hand, and reluctantly she began getting up, and with a 
slurping sound Clarence's cock left her cunt. Red, and shiny with her 
juices, it was standing straight up from his body, but only for a minute. 
Then little Alma knelt beside him and took him into her mouth.

	"Let us go to this 'Y'-bench then", Pallon said. He lifted her up in his 
strong arms and carried her to the other side of the bed, and lowered her on 
a silk-covered, padded bench in the form of a 'Y'. With her legs on the open 
arms of the 'Y', a man could kneel between her legs and comfortably fuck 
her, and her head was just sufficiently raised on the foot of the 'Y' to 
allow any woman to squat over her mouth.

	It was absolutely foreign, when Pallon knelt between her legs and pushed 
his very long and thin cock into her. After all he was the fourth man to 
enter her that evening. Then Barbara lifted her leg over Alyssia's chest and 
lowered her cunt to her mouth. An indescribable mix of sperm and juice met 
Alyssia's tongue, just as Pallon began fucking her in earnest. And that was 
when Alyssia lost the last shreds of self control.

	In a hysteric daze she felt man after man enter her cunt to fuck her, and 
cunt after cunt was pressed down on her face, most of them well fucked. She 
had no way of telling who was fucking her, but she could see the women 
through her glazed eyes. For more than fifteen minutes she sobbed, she cried 
and she yelled, as soon as one cunt left her mouth free to do so, only to be 
replaced by the next.
There were fat cocks, long cocks, short cocks, some of them came in her, 
others left her to give room to the next, but they were soon buried in one 
of the cunts that were not sitting on her face.

	There were naked cunts, trimmed cunts and hairy ones, some filled with 
sperm and some fresh like morning dew.

	Her first two orgasms were fast and violent, but for the rest of the time 
it was wave after wave running over her. Like a glutton she took it all, 
craved it all, hungered for it all, like never before in her life. And it 
was all done so elegantly and caring, that Alyssia felt she was drowning in 
a deep sea of love and passion. And suddenly it all ended, as she lost 
consciousness.

	"What do we do now? We have to be back in the dininghall in a few minutes. 
I sure hope she has not come to any harm."

	Beatrice stepped in with a deep blue bedsheet, made of shiny silk. "There 
is nothing wrong with her. Victoria prepared me, that she might pass out. 
She is just overloaded. I think we should wrap her up in this sheet, and 
then Fallon can carry her down to the hall. I'm sure Alexander will be proud 
to see his wife in this state."

	'This state' was really a sight. Alyssia's elaborate hairdo was gone, her 
forehead and chest were covered in sweat, and her belly and thighs were 
sticky with come. Her pale skin was almost white, and her breathing was 
barely audible. Beatrice's proposal was accepted, and Pallon picked up his 
light, blue bundle and started the walk back to the diningroom, followed by 
the rest of the group, last Alma, who also carried Alyssia's clothes. 
Shortly before they reached the entrance to the dining-hall Alyssia opened 
her eyes. "What happened", she whispered.

	"You passed away in passion, dear." Pallon lifted his left arm a little so 
he could press a tender kiss on her forehead. "You just rest here in my 
arms, and you'll be with your Alexander in a few seconds."

	Their arrival in the dining-hall was greeted with applause. Pallon carried 
Alyssia up to Alexander at the end of the big table. "Your wife-to-be has 
been properly initiated, Alexander, and she has done you and our clan great 
honour." He stretched out his arms and handed his tiny bundle to her 
fianc e.

	Alexander lifted her a little, so he could kiss her eyes and her mouth. 
"Hello, pretty. You look as if you have had a good time."

	Alyssia blushed. "I have, love. Better than I had fantasy to imagine. Are 
you sure you are all right with it? You look as if nothing has happened."

	"I wouldn't want it any other way, love. And I can tell you a lot has 
happened, but not in your way. I'll show you later. For now we sit down and 
we all have a little bowl of the wonderful soup that Winnifred as cooked for 
us." He gently lowered Alyssia to the floor, unwrapped her so she stood 
naked in front of the whole party for a few seconds, and then he draped the 
blue silk around her shoulders and body. "You'll have to buy a few dresses 
in that colour. It is so becoming to you."

	They all sat down, and the strengthening soup was served. A little later 
uncle Jonathan hit his glass and got up.

	"Dear Alyssia and Alexander, dear clan. I can honestly give evidence, that 
Alyssia will be a true member of our clan. And you can just look at her. 
Doesn't she look truly fucked out?"  There were mumbles of approval round 
the table, but Alyssia's face turned deeply red, and she was so embarrassed, 
that she hid it in her hands.

	"Why do you hide your face, dear? You passed your initiation with flying 
colours. If it's any comfort to you, just remember that all the married 
women here have looked just as fucked out as you do. I remember Winnifred, 
when she....."

	"Jonathan ! ! Stick to your subject."  Winnifred sounded strict, but her 
eyes were smiling.

	"All right, dear. And I'm a little sad that I have to be serious for a 
short while. You see, Friedrich has brought news, that could not be written 
in a letter.  Hitler is transforming Germany so radically, that the 10 
families who still live there, have been preparing to move over here in 
about a month. You know, selling their assets into something movable. Our 
life-style is not quite comme il faut in Nazi Germany, plus they want no 
part in what is going on. It is better that you know no more, for now.

	But it has a consequence for us. You know that for generations our weddings 
have taken place at the castle in Bavaria - it being big enough to host the 
whole clan. But it has recently been sold to a Nazi officer's club, and we 
have no houses in the US to host us all. It was decided, at a meeting at 
Victoria and Sully's, that if Alyssia passed her initiation, and still 
wanted to marry Alexander, she would be given the main influence on the 
first wedding, not to take place in Bavaria."  Jonathan turned to look at 
Alyssia, his eyebrows lifted like two question-marks.

	Alyssia was quiet for a moment. She looked up at Alexander, reached out and 
stroked his cheek softly, then she said in a meek voice: "I always thought 
that my wish to marry Alexander couldn't get any stronger. But it could. And 
if he still wants me, then yes, yes, yes."

	Alexander kissed her passionately, and then asked: "But what about the 
wedding. Do you have any wishes?"

	She thought for a moment, then with a determined look on her face she got 
up from her chair. With one hand she brushed the blue silk off her right 
shoulder, baring her right breast as well. Her eyes flirting outrageously 
with Jonathan she said: "I hope I won't step on anybody's religious toes, 
but if there is a clanmember who owns a big piece of forest, I should love 
to turn my wedding into some kind of a pagan party, orgy, ceremony, call it 
what you want."  With the elegance of a ballet dancer she lifted the blue 
silk back on her shoulder, draped it to cover her breast again, and sat 
down.

	The first person to clap his hands was Alexander. Laughter and talking 
broke out round the table. After a few minutes Jonathan hit his glass again.

	"Dear Alyssia, dear clan. What a perfectly wonderful idea. New times, new 
bride, new wedding. And I think we can make your idea even better. Brandon 
owns a fairly big island in the Caribbean. There is a rather big house 
there, and the only other inhabitants are six families who work as servants 
and cooks, and they are all used to the clan-ways. We could bring tents down 
there, or even better, build  a lot of cottages out of bamboo and palm 
leaves."

	"Wow," Alma exclaimed, "and we could all dress up as nymphs and Pans, and 
all." She was jumping in her seat with excitement.

	"What do you say, Alyssia. Must it be a Canadian pine-forest, or could you 
do with a tropical island?"

	"A tropical island would be so romantic. Especially if I knew there were no 
snakes or other dangerous creatures."

	"And what about the time? When do you want your wedding to take place?"

	She looked lovingly up at Alexander, and her answer was just as much for 
him as for the rest of the clan: "As soon as possible. I do not want to wait 
one day more than absolutely necessary. Just as I do not want to wait one 
more minute than absolutely necessary, before I can take my love upstairs to 
our bedroom."

	"My, my, one is impatient. But rest assured, I'll call the council of 
elders tomorrow, and Victoria and Sully have expressed their wish to be in 
on the planning. There is only one thing left for me to do."

	"And that is?"

	"The official announcement. Dear clan. At this time Alexander should have 
given Alyssia the engagement ring, but since this unusual woman has already 
worn it for a week, that will not happen. I shall officially declare the 
initiation ceremony to be over, and ask you all to bring the word around in 
the clan: Our new member, Alexander's wife to be, has proven worthy. She 
owns a great capacity for love, giving or taking, spiritual or physical, 
with young and old, man or woman. The wedding will take place the first 
Saturday after Baron's island has been made ready.
Goodnight to Alyssia and Alexander, and the rest of us will go to the 
bedroom and the pool to finish this lovely evening."

	Like royalty Alyssia and Alexander walked down to the diningroom doors, 
accompanied by rhythmic applause. In the doorway Alma caught up with them, 
handing Alyssia her dress and pearls. She stood on her toes to kiss first 
Alexander and then Alyssia. "Have a good night, both of you."

	In the bedroom they hugged and kissed for a long time. When Alexander had 
peeled the blue bedsheet off his pretty fianc e, she looked up to him and 
said:

	"Shouldn't I go and have a shower first? I'm so messy all over."

	"Good heavens, no. You can do that later. I really want to enjoy you with 
all the remnants of your fucking, inside and out. Remember, this is your 
first night as a true member of our clan. And I cannot wait to fuck you. No 
lovemaking tonight."

	"Have they tormented you that much?"

	Alexander was out of his clothes in no time. He took Alyssia in his arms 
and threw her on the bed. Automatically she opened her thighs, and with a 
deep moan he buried himself right to the bottom in one push. "Oh, my God, 
you ARE big and juicy tonight. How many loads have you got up there?"

	"I don't know, Alexander, but they all fucked me, and most of them came in 
me."
	"God, I'm so horny. Spread as wide as you can to make it even bigger, and 
then I'll come."

	She willingly did. Wide open, juice and sperm running out of her, she 
received him. Three or four times in and out was all he managed, and then he 
pumped the painfully biggest load ever into her. He was so wild and horny 
that he was shaking all over, and even for that short fuck he nearly got her 
along.

	Alyssia managed to get her legs together under him. "Now I'll keep my legs 
closed so my cunt will stay sloppy and soft. And then you tell me whatever 
they did to you to get you so horny. I might learn a trick or two."

	Alexander stayed hard as an iron-bar, even if he had just come. "You should 
have seen them. They undressed me and sat me in a chair. While some would 
put on a real show, fucking right in front of me, others would take turns 
sucking my cock or masturbating me. Women, men, girls and boys. But they 
would always stop right before I came. As time went on, the women and girls 
would come over and sit down in my lap and guide my cock into their well 
fucked cunts! But they would sit dead quiet. No release for me. But I was 
very, very close, when Indiana, you know, she is only twelve, sat on me and 
had her mother lick her to orgasm. The others thought that was such a lovely 
idea, and I think 8 women came on me that way, but not me."

	"Wow, that would make me horny too." Alyssia had begun the tiniest 
movements around his hard cock, and was slowly whipping up a froth at the 
opening to her cunt. "You must have been going out of your mind."

	"I was, and I am. And if you go on massaging my cock with that sloppy cunt 
you've got there, I'm going to come again soon."

	"That would be lovely." Alyssia had quickly perceived, that Alexander was 
fascinated by all the fucking she had done, that in fact it made him even 
hornier. "You should have seen how they fucked me. For the last half hour 
they just took turns putting their cocks in me, and they had me yelling and 
coming all the time. Can't you feel that?"

	"You make me very, very horny, my love. And your cunt is pure luxury to be 
in, right now."

	"And if you start moving in me now and tell me you like it, when I've been 
fucked by so many men and women, you'll make me come again."

	Alexander began sliding in and out of her, very slowly, savouring the 
smooth, wet silky feeling of her tender cunt. "Oh, God, it is so horny to 
slide around in you. You look so innocent and beautiful, and yet you are 
such a lovely whore. I'm crazy about you, and crazy about your whoring cunt, 
it's the best in the world....Oooooo, aaaahhhhh, I'm going to come, I'm 
going to come."

	She tore her legs wide open and yelled: "Then fuck me. Fuck me with that 
big cock, that you have had inside so many cunts tonight. Fuck me, damn it."

	And that is just what he did. For a few minutes he pounded into her 
battered cunt with all his power. And when Alyssia began to yell her last 
orgasm out into the bedroom, he groaned and grinded, and spurted yet another 
load deep into her. They collapsed, both of them totally exhausted from a 
long evening of excitement. And that was really the time, when Alyssia 
became totally sure, that she had made the right choice.

	There was a bit of loving and warm pillow-talk before they fell asleep, but 
the last things Alexander said was to tell her how proud he was, that she 
was going to be his wife, how much he loved her, and how beautiful she 
looked right now. Alyssia snuggled up to his shoulder, and they both fell 
into a deep, dreamless sleep.

End of part four.

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