Message-ID: <32984asstr$1003363801@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <spiller48@hotmail.com> From: "Spiller -" <spiller48@hotmail.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed X-Original-Message-ID: <F212XvmmKtrM0mkhcQZ0000ab8f@hotmail.com> X-OriginalArrivalTime: 17 Oct 2001 17:54:42.0794 (UTC) FILETIME=[CCBD04A0:01C15734] X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Wed, 17 Oct 2001 17:54:42 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} New: An Unholy Marriage, part four (M+/F+, inc) Date: Wed, 17 Oct 2001 20:10:01 -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/Year2001/32984> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, hecate ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is adult fiction of erotic nature. If you are too young or just unlucky to live in an area where this is not permitted, then you should get off now. The copyright to this story belongs to Spiller. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Please remember that authors' only rewards are your comments, positive or negative. So please take a minute of your time to mail to: spiller48@hotmail.com -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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. 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