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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**e9**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, fornow.

	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**e9**e, she looked up to him and said:

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

	"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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