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Subject: {ASSM} RP: An Unholy Marriage, part two (M+/F+, inc)
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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**e4**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**e9**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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