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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 mosquitoes 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, columns 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 according 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 rhythm with Jonathan's 
insistent fucking, and the young juices running freely down her fingers, she 
exploded in a long, mind-blowing 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.

End of part two.



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