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   An Unholy Marriage.  (MF, MMFF, inc)

   by Spiller.

   Chapter one.

   Never ever had Alice been this much in love.  When she was by herself in
her apartment she felt empty.  When she heard the deeptoned rumble of his
flashy Packard Le Baron she felt dizzy, and when she looked into
Alexander's greyblue eyes she felt like drowning herself in his smile and
his mind.

   They had been 'going steady' for half a year now, and she considered
herself the luckiest girl in the world, that a man like Alexander would
even look her way.  Not that she was not worth looking at, she knew she
was, but up till now her experiences with men had been short-lived, and
they had all seemed to be so terribly busy transforming her into an image,
they had in their mind.  And those images were nothing like the image, she
had of herself.  Young men of 1938 wanted real housewives, obedient
housewives, servicing housewives, meaning little women minding the home,
waiting for big daddy to come home and tell them what to do.

   When people called her 'emancipated' she was proud, even if they meant
it in a derogatory way.  When men said she was preoccupied with her job as
a literary consultant, she would answer "yes, of course." And when
prospecting suitors said they wanted a 'nest full of kids', she would say
"No.  One, or two at the most." And for those three, simple reasons her
former relationships had ended on a bad note, even before any sexual
relationships had been established.

   And then along came Alexander.  Tall, handsome, elegant, and judging by
his behaviour rather well off.  His Packard Le Baron was definitely no
Ford. He was an inspired listener to opera and symphonies, had even taken
her to Verona for a week of opera and classical music, he was a great
dancer, he favoured gourmet restaurants, .....  you name it, Alexander had
it.  He never questioned her job, he was happy that she was a strong-willed
person, and even if he really was a family man, he had expressed his wish
for only one kid, maybe two.

   And when finally, after four months, they upgraded their relationship to
include sex, he was a magnificent and caring lover.  He never tired of
praising her beauty or showing his affection, he knew just how to excite
her, to induce new fantasies and new lusts in her mind and her body, and
when she wanted to try something she had imagined, he was always willing.
You see, the fact that she was a 24 year old virgin didn't mean that she
was a newcomer to lust.  She found the pleasures of masturbation at the
early age of 11, and she had persued them frequently and with imagination
ever since.

   The only thing that puzzled her was, that he had never mentioned
marriage.  She knew that he was a real family-man.  She had visited most
members of his large family, and always Alexander was happy, funny, a
wonder with his younger relatives and a kind and loving friend to the
older. Why had he not expressed any wish to be married?

   She got up this Saturday morning.  This Saturday, which should change
her life radically, only she did not know it yet.  On her way to the shower
she once again looked at her naked body in the big mirror.  Was there
anything wrong with her body?  No.  The usual image met her.  A tiny, slim
body, delicious small breasts with big, upturned nipples.  A flat stomach,
beautiful hips framing a well trimmed black pussy, and legs that looked
long and tapered, carrying all the other wonders.  And on top of it all her
pretty face with the straight, narrow nose, full lips, shiny brown eyes
which did not need any mascara or eyeliner to catch your attention.  And
last her crown of wavy, black hair, cascading over her shoulders, halfway
down her back.  Alice shook her head 'no'.  There was no reason for it in
her looks.  And that's when she made her decision: They had a date for
lunch at the Ritz, and there she would ask him!

   She finished her shower, dressed herself in a flowery, thin cotton
dress, a big, white strawhat, and bare feet in high heeled golden sandals.
Of course Alexander was enchanted when he picked her up, and on the way to
the Ritz she enjoyed both his attention and the wind in her hair.  Halfway
through lunch she asked the question.

   "Alexander.  I've wondered for some time.  You seem to be so happy with
your family.  How come you haven't even hinted at starting one of your
own?"

   "Ah, here we go, love.  I knew we'd come to that, and I certainly want
you to be my wife.  But you see, my family is a bit special, more like a
clan, and I should have liked us to know each other just a little bit
better before I asked you.  I certainly don't want to loose you, now that I
have found you."

   "What's so special about your family, or clan, as you call it?"

   "That is not for me to tell.  But if you want to know about us, I'll
take you to my grandparents when we've finished lunch.  They are the ones
who are supposed to tell you."

   "I'd love to go visit them.  I really liked them when we were there."

   "OK.  But there are two things we must do first." He put his hand in the
small pocket in his waistcoat.

   "I've carried this ring about for the last three months, waiting for the
right moment to ask you." He flashed her a brilliant smile and there was
laughter in his deep voice when he said: "But of course my strong-willed
beauty had to ask me instead of vica virca."

   He opened his hand to show her a large, exquisite diamond set in
elegantly crafted gold.  "You will have to wear this ring, in order to show
that you are willing to marry me.  Should you change your mind you can do
so, and all you have to do is to take off the ring and put it in your
purse. Are you willing to marry me, my love?"

   "Of course I am.  I'll never be more willing to marry anybody." She felt
tears pressing behind her eyes, but she managed to keep up a smiling face.

   "And what will the second thing be?  You said there were two things we
have to do?"

   "I shall have to go and call my grandparents to see if they are at home.
It is a bit of a ride up there, and I'd feel silly if they were out."

   Alexander took hold of her hand across the table, kissed it and slipped
the unique and obviously very expensive ring on her finger.

   This lunch had certainly developed into a serious affair.  Alice did not
want to pry into the questions raised.  She was very happy, that he had
asked her to marry him, and even if his answers had been nothing like what
she had expected, he was as charming and smiling as if nothing had
happened.

   The twelve cylinders of the open Packard worked together to produce an
almost silent purr, like that of a tiger, where you never doubted that the
purr could change into a roar at a seconds notice.

   "Do you want me to pull up the roof, dear?  Or would you like the
blanket to put round your shoulders?  That dress is as thin as it is
pretty."

   "Oh, no, Alexander.  It's such a lovely weather.  The blanket may come
in handy, but later."

   They did not talk much during the drive.  Almost an hour later the
powerful car made a crushing sound, as it rolled on to the gravel of the
winding drive to his grandparents' mansion.

   "Hello, Alice, and hello Alexander." The grandparents met them on the
front stairs, and both of them had friendly hugs and a kisses on the
cheeks. Like the first time she met them, Alice was surprised, that these
people must be about 70 years old, but there was nothing septurgentian to
them.  Sparkling eyes, lots of laughter, beautiful bodies which showed an
active life with lots of exercise.  If anybody had told her they were
fifty, she should have believed it.

   When Sully, the grandfather, lifted her hand to his lips to deliver a
chivalrous kiss to the back of her hand, he smiled.

   "I see that Alexander finally asked you.  We have all known which way he
was going."

   "I have to confess, that Alice asked me.  That's why I had to alert you
at such short notice." Alexander's words were apologetic, but his smile and
his posture belied any apology.

   "Victoria, would you please take Alice round to the terrace?  I shall
join you in a minute."

   Alice and grandmother were just sitting down when she heard the roar of
the starting Packard.  But before she had any chance to make a comment,
grandfather Sully came round the corner with a big smile on his face.  No
doubt about where Alexander had inherited his smile.

   "Well, well, well, Alice.  This is the fifth time we are going through
this.  I guess you've got a few butterflies in your stomach?"

   "I have to admit you're right, granddad.  Why is Alex so secretive about
everything?"

   "You shall know soon enough, my dear.  But first I have to tell you,
that we do not use abbreviations.  I am 'grandfather' or Sully, and
Alexander should be mentioned by his full name."

   "Have a cake with your tea, dear.  And lend us an ear for a little
while." Victoria held out the silver tray with cakes and cookies.  And for
the next quarter of an hour the two grandparents alternated like the
nephews in Donald Duck.

   Chapter two.

   "I gather that Alexander often has referred to our family, calling it a
clan.  And he is right.  We are definitely not an ordinary family."

   "Our history goes back more than four hundred years, and every member
and every major event, is recorded."

   "Life has been generous to our clan.  As long as we have behaved
according to the rules and traditions of our clan, we have been prosperous
without much effort, we have been influential, and we have all lived long
and active lives."

   "A very few times through history, a clanmember has fallen in love with
a person, who did not want to adhere to our rules.  Usually they have found
out in time, so no marriage wows have been given, but the two times a
prospective spouse refused, or agreed with fingers crossed, it has been bad
for our clan."

   "That is why Alexander has not yet asked you, himself.  I promise you,
it is not because he does not love you.  But he always told us what a
strong-willed person you are."

   "And he feared you might refuse, because you did not love him enough."

   "Oh, but I do." Alice could not help but comment on that.

   "We shall see, we shall see, my dear."

   "Basically we are a hedonistic clan.  And a social network.  If you are
appalled by the thought of having sex with Alexander's pretty cousin or
with his uncle's son, you don't belong.  If you would not have a few of the
clanmember's children living at your place, to help out for a short time,
you don't belong.  And if you would not sell your house in order to raise
money to help a member, you don't belong."

   "And if you cannot keep your mouth shut in the outside world, you don't
belong either."

   Alice was on the brink of making a comment, but Victoria put a finger to
her succulent lips and shook her head 'no'.

   "The social part of the clan is more like a commitment, than something
you actually have to do, and we have to look into the books to find stories
about people who have sold houses or land in order to help another clan
member.  For the last 8 generations we have been very wealthy, and the help
we give each other today is more like good advice and insider information.
Plus we all pool together to give every new couple a fair start in their
marriage.  A very substantial sum will allow you to set up house according
to our standards, and get you into any business you should like to enter."

   Victoria poured her another cup of tea, and with a kind smile she said:

   "It's the hedonistic part that may cause you trouble, because it is so
unusual.  But I can tell you, once you get used to that way of living, you
would not miss it for all the riches."

   "Did you really mean that, Sully?  That I'm supposed to have sex with
other men and women of the clan?"

   "Oh, yes.  And of course that has a historic background, like almost
everything else in our clan.  You probably know that late seventeenth and
early eighteenth century was a hedonistic period.  One of the more well
known results of that was the closing down of public bathing facilities,
because all of Europe was overwhelmed by a wave of venereal diseases, some
of them deadly.  At that time our families were living not far from each
other in Germany, and in order not to give up the pleasures of a rich and
varied sexlife, they bought one of the closed down facilities, reopened it,
but for clan families only.  Every member swore a sacred oath, that they
would abstain from sex with people from outside the clan."

   Victoria smiled.  "That way they could avoid the diseases, and there
were still so many partners to chose from, that the pleasures were
manyfold."

   "Later, when Pietism swept Europe, about the same time as families of
the clan started to immigrate to America, the clan had to become more
secret about it.  Especially the smaller societies in Germany and up the
east coast of America were very religious, very judgmental, and the clan
had to go 'underground' if they wanted to go on."

   "And believe me, everybody wanted to go on.  If you have not tried to be
pleasured by four or five people, men and women, you have something to look
forward to."

   Alice blushed deeply.  "I haven't tried that, but I cannot say that I
haven't dreamed about it."

   "Ah, my dear.  I guess that you are a masturbator like myself.  We must
do it together one day."

   "Victoria!  Curb yourself a little, and let me finish my little speech."
Sully's smile showed that he was very pleased with his wife.

   "You see, this behaviour became tradition in the clan.  And was very
instrumental in building the strong ties between our families.  That is why
it was never changed, as it was feared that a break up of the tradition
might break up all the other ties, which have brought us wealth, influence
etc.  We still have a monthly clan-weekend, which is celebrated with luxury
food, the finest wines and plenty of sex."

   "Yes.  And then we have the initiation parties.  Every newcomer to the
clan is welcomed with an engagement party, as soon as they have promised to
marry a member.  We shall all be there, at your party too, with the only
purpose of giving you pleasure, not to seek our own.  You can look forward
to that, my dear."

   Victoria and Sully looked at each other, smiled and nodded their heads
as if to say: "That was it, and well done." Alice was not smiling, but her
cheeks were blushing and her breathing revealed that she had been excited
by what she had heard.  For a minute or two nothing was said, but then
Victoria went to a cupboard on the terrace, which turned out to be a
cleverly disguised refrigerator.  She brought out a bottle of champagne and
three glasses.

   "Well, my dear.  I certainly hope we have not scared you too much.  Do
you want to ask questions, or can we drink a toast to show, that Sully and
I can start planning your engagement party?"

   Once again Alice felt her cheeks turn red, which only served to make her
look even prettier.  "You haven't scared me.  But you certainly have
surprised me.  Are you sure Alexander should not oppose to me having sex
with other people?"

   "My dear, he was brought up that way.  I'd guess that his reaction would
be to enjoy watching you have a good time, the way I hope you will not let
jealousy catch you."

   "I don't think so, but you can never know.  I do feel pretty secure
about his love.  But, have you no limitations?"

   "There are a few, but you'll learn about them along the road.  One is,
that we can never have sex with our own children until they are 18, and
even then they have to initiate."

   "And it is also a no-no to force anyone to do something they do not
want. Bondage and mild SM is allowed, though, if it is consensual."

   Alice straightened her back, which for a short moment revealed that her
nipples had grown stiff, and then she smiled at Victoria.  "Well, shouldn't
you open that bottle, and maybe get hold of Alexander.  I bet you he's
anxious to know."

   Victoria got up from her chair again and crossed the terrace to Alice.
She bent down and kissed her cheek and hugged her shoulders.  "Welcome to
the clan, my dear.  And Sully, you go and call Alexander, he's at his
sister's." Alice turned her head and planted a not so granddaughterly kiss
on Victoria's full mouth.  "Thank you, Victoria, I hope everything will
turn out right, and I'm sure willing to give it a try."

   While Victoria fetched a fourth glass, Sully returned to the terrace. 
"He'll be here in three minutes.  And I didn't tell him your decision, you
should do that yourself."

   They had just sat down when the Packard was heard, and this time it was
no silent purr.  With a roaring engine and schreeching tyres Alexander ran
it all the way onto the lawn in front of the terrace.  As he got out of the
car he noticed the champagne and the four glasses.  He went straight to
Alice's chair, lifted her up into his arms and kissed her all over her face
and shoulders.

   "God, I'm so happy you'll join us.  Let's get married as soon as
possible, my love."

   "Set me down, you brute", she laughed.  "And give me a glass of that
champagne.  And don't forget: I want my engagement party."

   Chapter three.

   Alice relaxed for the first time since this morning.  Tension had been
high all day, and she had heard so many things that were going to change
her life.  Now that things were settled she felt light-headed and bubbly,
and the champagne added to that feeling.

   "I think I'd like one of those small cakes now."

   "Of course." Victoria got up and went over to her chair and handed her
the little silver tray.  Before she picked one of the cakes, Alice looked
up into Victoria's sparkling and smiling eyes.  "Is there anything else I
can get you?"

   "Can I be frank?"

   "Of course you can."

   "Then I'd like to take advantage of my new status and ask you for a
kiss. Today was the first time ever I kissed another woman, and I kind of
liked it."

   Victoria put down the tray and bent down to her.  The sweet smell of her
perfume surrounded Alice, and when she put her arms round her shoulder, she
leaned back and lifted her mouth towards the much older woman.  Gently
Victoria nipped a few times on her lips, and then brought their lips
together in a long, delicious and very exciting kiss.  Alice closed her
eyes and kissed back, pushing out her tongue against Victoria's mouth,
which she opened willingly so their tongues could play the age-old game of
twisting, tasting and fencing.  The kisses were so highly erotic and
unusual that she felt her panties grow damp.  This woman was at least 40
years her senior, and yet she brought Alice almost in trance with her
kisses.  And the knowledge that her fianc was looking at them made her even
hornier.  She broke the kiss and gasped for air, like an underwater swimmer
diving out.

   "Thank you, Victoria, that was very, very lovely and erotic.  I never
felt anything like it."

   "You are always welcome, my dear." Victoria gave her a little pat on her
cheek, and as she was standing up she let her hand trail across Alice's
firm breast.  While she was sitting down she said:

   "Of course you have noticed that we have rather long and old-fashioned
names.  All new clanmembers with short and modern names are asked to take
up a new name, or to call themselves the original version of their name. 
How would you like us to call you 'Alyssia' ?"

   "You wouldn't believe it, grandmother, but that is the name I've got on
my birth certificate.  I don't even know where my parents got that name,
but it has never been used.  I was always called Alice.  I'd be happy to
have you call me Alyssia." She smiled to Sully and Alexander: "That's it,
new life, new name."

   "And now, I think you two young ones ought to go upstairs and celebrate
your promises." Sully smiled to them.  "Victoria and I have a few things to
talk about."

   Alexander hugged Alyssia.  "Feel like going upstairs, dear?  Sounds to
me like a good idea."

   "Oh, yes, it does.  And if Victoria and Sully wants to look in on us a
little later, shouldn't we invite them to do so?"

   "Oh, my dear.  So eager to take advantage of your new status?"

   Alyssia looked up at him with sparkling eyes.  "No, my love, but this
early afternoon has made me hornier than I can ever remember, and that is
what I'd like to take advantage of, if you don't mind?"

   "All right, love.  I'm so happy that you have got the right spirit to
join the clan, actually I'm quite ecstatic.  Why have them wait.  Shouldn't
we invite them to join us now?  That is if they'd care to." Alexander held
out his hand towards his grandmother, and seeing this Alyssia went over to
Sully and took his arm.

   Chapter four.

   Sully led Alyssia upstairs and opened a door at the end of a long
corridor.  A truly Sybaritic sight met her there.  A lavishly decorated
room with chairs, divans, mirrors everywhere, and in the centre an enormous
round bed, filled with pillows, silken blankets of various colours, and
soft ropes hanging from the headrest.  Large antique Japanese paintings of
explicit erotic nature decorated the walls where mirrors didn't take up the
space.

   Alyssia turned round towards Sully and invited him to a soft kiss, while
she pressed her slender body against his.  She turned her head to see
Alexander in a fierce embrace with Victoria.  She felt her blood racing
through her body, and helplessly she felt her pussy start seeping.  The
whole thing 'was so new: Kissing an old man was new to her, watching her
husband to be kissing his grandmother was even more exotic.  Alexander and
Victoria broke their embrace and went over to Alyssia and Sully.  When
Victoria started kissing Alyssia she almost fainted from passion.

   "We have better do this kissing a little wilder than on the terrace,
dear." This was only the second time in her life that she kissed another
woman, but there was no denial: It made her horny beyond description, and
even more so, when Alexander and Sully started caressing her body while
they freed her from her clothes.  Victoria's kisses kept raising her
passion, but when she felt Sully's hands on her breasts and nipples, while
Alexander's right hand had crossed her belly and reached her dripping
pussy, she sure was ready.

   "Oh, my God," she panted.  "Will somebody please fuck me or lick me, I
can't stand this any more.  Please, fuck me, right now."

   "Of course,"said Alexander.  "Do you want the honour, Sully?  Victoria
and I will help you bring her to entirely new hights." Alexander threw his
arms around his wife to be, and kissed her with all his passion.  "Oh, my
love, you can't even imagine how happy I am that we are getting married. 
You are the most beautiful and sexy girl I know, and I'm sure we shall be
happy." Alyssia sighed as Alexander picked her up in his arms and carried
her to the big bed, while Sully and Victoria undressed.

   She folded her hands behind her head, making her breasts stand up
proudly, then she bent her knees and opened her quivering thighs.  Her eyes
sparkled as she smiled to her three lovers.  "Can't I be just lazy, and
enjoy what you are going to do to me?"

   "My dear girl", said Victoria.  "There are so many new things going to
happen to you today.  We're not going to leave you until you are exhausted,
so I think it's perfect, that you want to be lazy.  Save all the energy
you've got."

   She waved a little sign to Sully and Alexander, that she wanted them to
stand by for a while, and slowly she lowered her lucious lips towards
Alyssia's pretty, trimmed pussy.  She had let her long, soft, grey hair
down, and while she blew a thin stream of hot breath on Alyssia's clit, she
let her hair tickle the young, slender thighs and belly.  When finally
Victoria started nibbling her vulva and her clit, Alyssia let out a deep
sigh of excitement, and only a minute later, while she opened her eyes to
look at Alexander and Sully, she exploded in an exquisite orgasm, a kind
she had never felt.

   "Oh, my God, this is so wonderful.  Victoria, it's divine.  But now,
please, will one of you fuck me?"

   While Alexander and Victoria lay down on each side of her, Alyssia
opened her legs to receive Sully between them.  When she felt his cock
prodding for the opening of her pussy, she didn't have time to let him find
his way.  She reached down and grabbed his cock, feeling it's lovely
thickness, and guided it in.  God, how he felt different.  It was only the
second man to enter her body, and he was all over different.  While
Alexander was all muscle, covered with soft, lovely skin, Sully was all
sinews and muscle, hard, exciting, and the cock in her pussy was short and
very fat.  The newness was intoxicating, and feeling Alexander and Victoria
press their bodies against her sides made her feel naughty beyond belief.
Sully's insistent fucking soon brought her to the brink of another orgasm.
That was just the signals they were waiting for.  Alexander and Victoria
started nippling and biting her nipples, while their hands were caressing
her belly, her thighs, her neck and her throat.  With a loud wail she was
thrown into a searing orgasm.  For more than a minute her pussy was
spasming round Sully's fat cock, which never stopped it's insistent
movement inside her.

   When she slowly returned from her glorious come, she opened her eyes and
looked at the three of them.  Sully had stopped fucking her, resting on his
stretched arms, while Victoria and Alexander were smiling happily at her.
Her bent legs flopped down on the mattress as her wondrous satisfaction
spread like a warm glow all through her body.

   "I really cannot imagine lovemaking to be better", she whispered.  "Tell
me it's not a dream.  It is true, isn't it, that I'm looking at the man I
love while his grandfather's delicious cock is still in me?  Are you sure
nobody will come and yell for all these naughty people to get out?"

   Alexander leaned over her and kissed her gently.  "True, my love.  It's
all true and lovely, and nobody is going to stop us.  What can I do to show
you?"

   "You could make love to Victoria while Sully and I look at you."

   "You'd really like to watch him fuck his old grandmother, would you?"
Victoria's eyes were gleaming with joy.

   "Oh, that would be so lovely.  You aroused me so much with your kisses,
that it must be even better for Alexander to bury that lovely cock in you.
Bring it up here to my mouth, and I'll make it ready."

   While Alexander moved round on the bed Sully started to withdraw from
Alyssia.

   "Oh, no, Sully.  You stay where you are.  I'm not letting go of you
yet."

   A few minutes of sucking brought Alexander's cock to full measure, and
Alyssia pushed him towards Victoria.  While Alexander embraced his
grandmother and slid into her dripping pussy, Alyssia rolled over without
letting go of Sully, so she could ride him, slowly and excitingly,
savouring every millimetre of his fat cock and sinewy body, while she
watched with wide open eyes how her fianc made Victoria groan and pant. 
She stretched out her right arm so she could gently touch Victoria's
breast, slide her hand down to feel how Alexander's cock disappeared into
her sopping cunt, and let a finger diddle her hard, little clit.  All the
time she fucked herself to a hight of ecstasy on Sully.  When she felt her
third orgasm approaching, she leaned down, pressing her beautiful breasts
against his wiry body, and began kissing the moaning Victoria.

   This was just the kick that was needed.  Within a minute they came, one
after the other, the second starting before the first was finished.  The
whole bedroom reverberated from their screams and moans, and it seemed like
going on forever.

   Finally they disengaged.  Never had Alyssia felt so utterly satisfied,
so loved and at the same time so naughty.  She rolled over and threw her
arms round Alexander and kissed him lovingly.

   "My darling, I think we should get married as soon as possible.  How
about tomorrow?"

   Chapter four.



   "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.

   Chapter five.  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.

   Alyssia felt utterly pampered, as Beatrice set out to clean her pussy,
beginning with soft, nibbling lips on the inside of her thighs.  Slowly she
moved up towards the naked pussy, now leaking the copious load uncle
Jonathan had deposited in it.  A shiver ran through her body as she felt
the pointed tongue work it's way in between her wet lips, and when Beatrice
began an appreciative groaning against her naked skin, while she was
slurping up the sperm, Alyssia felt the familiar tingling fire start again.

   On a lovebench right beside the big, round bed, Alexander's cousin Naomi
was given a treatment of the same kind, only it was a man, servicing her.
Naomi's very tall, very slim body was shaking in pleasure, and she
stretched out a hand towards uncle Jonathan, her father, and invited his
wilted cock into her mouth to be sucked clean.  This incestuous sight sent
new shivers through Alyssia's body, which pushed out the last glob of sperm
from her vagina, just to be sucked up eagerly by Beatrice.

   "That's it, my girl.  Clean as a fiddle you are, and as far as I can
tell, ready for more." Beatrice had lifted her head and was looking up at
Alyssia with a big smile on her face.

   Alyssia sat up on the bed and threw her arms round Beatrice in a loving
hug.  "That, dear Beatrice, was just as lovely and wicked as I thought it
would be.  And you're quite right, dear, I AM ready for whatever may come.
Tell me."

   "Frederic is the youngest here.  He's just turned fifteen, and he has
come all the way from Munich on the transatlantic flight, just to be here
for your initiation." Beatrice waved her hand towards the back of the room,
and a very young, very beautiful and very naked boy crossed the room
towards the bed.

   "I say, aunt Beatrice, you Americans!  The name is Friedrich, and I come
from M nchen, not Munich." He stretched out his hand as if to say hello to
Alyssia.  Then he bent down and lightly touched the back of her hand with
his lips, and said: "There wasn't really time for me at the dinner to say
properly hello, Alyssia.  But for sure aunt Victoria's telegram didn't lie,
telling us about your beauty.  I am sure happy that I'm the youngest here."

   "My, what a cocky young fellow", Alyssia thought.  "Nothing shy with
women, at that young age." But then she realised, that given his upbringing
in this clan, at fifteen he had probably been with more women than most men
would in a lifetime.  And he really looked gorgeous.  As much as Alyssia
loved Alexander's solid, hairy chest, this slim boy looked ready to eat. 
Pale-skinned like Alyssia herself, not a hair on his body, and that pretty,
colourful face.  Dark brown curly hair, long, black eyelashes framing
youthful, shiny blue eyes.

   "And who has been chosen to help you with this old lady" she teased him.

   "I'm happy to tell you, that it's Rebecca from Chicago.  I haven't seen
her for three years, but I can tell you she's as lovely as ever." He turned
round to summon a colourful lady, who looked to be around fifty.  Very
Mediterranean, soft and voluptuous, at the same time with movements which
told about her strength and a lot of exercise.  Part of her olive skin was
covered in a lush, emerald green negligee.  "Hi, Alyssia.  That Jonathan is
a great lover, isn't he?"

   "I sure have nothing to complain about," Alyssia smiled.  "I haven't met
you before tonight, Rebecca."

   "No.  But I can tell you I was very happy and honoured when I received
Victoria's invitation.  That woman sure knows how to throw a party.  Just
the idea of fetching our lovely Friedrich across the ocean - for just one
party.  Isn't he lovely?"

   "I can only say that he is very beautiful, but a bit young for an old
girl like me?"

   "Sweet Alyssia.  I can tell for sure, that three years ago he wasn't too
young.  And you have got to learn, that in this clan age is only
considered, if it has hit your brain." She laughed a little as she climbed
on the bed.  "And it sure has not hit you, neither in- nor outside."

   There was strong electricity in the kiss she gave Alyssia, before she
sat down on the bed behind her.  She took Alyssia by her shoulders and
pressed her backwards, to lie with her head in Rebecca's lap.  "Now, my
girl, you just relax and leave the rest to dear Friedrich and me." Alyssia
could feel her hand opening the green negligee, and then her firm, big
breasts pressed against the top of her head, when Rebecca leaned forward to
cup her own pert breasts.  "You know, all evening I have longed to get my
hands on these lovely breasts.  It is really a torment to sit through a
formal dinner, knowing that you have been chosen to initiate."

   Alyssia opened her eyes again, when the first surge of passion had run
through her body, started by Rebecca's able hands.  She looked up into
Friedrich's blue, blue eyes, and she couldn't help looking further down his
body.  God, he looked so young.  Slender, almost skinny, the pale, white
skin stretched over his boyish frame.  Then further down to his obviously
shaved crotch, where his solid, long cock stood at attention up his belly.
There was absolutely nothing boyish about that cock!  The way it pointed
straight upwards sent hot signals to her pussy, and it looked solid and fat
like nothing she had ever seen, not even in pictures.

   "Come, Friedrich.  I can hardly wait to get my hands on you." When
Friedrich hovered over her, she stretched out her hands to caress his
square shoulders and the skinny chest.  "God, how smooth," she thought. 
Her hands slipped further down to touch his waist and narrow hips.  A
little later they moved forwards, as if driven by a force beyond her
control.  She shivered and felt her pussy open up again, when she touched
his iron-hard cock.  "Oh, my God, Friedrich, will you please lie down on me
and let me feel you?  And will you please put that hard thing into me?"

   Some people are given the gift of fascination by their voice, some by
their looks, and some by their playing an instrument.  Friedrich's special
gift of fascination was in making love - in his body.  The moment Alyssia
felt his fat cock work it's way up her pussy, she was lost.  Tiny jolts of
passion were generated everywhere his body touched hers, and the way her
stretched pussy held on to his cock raised a thirst, a hunger, and
overwhelming desire for satisfaction, no matter what.  Driven by a force of
their own, her hips moved round a little, then started a humping motion
against the lithe, young body.  Alyssia was dazed.  Her eyes didn't even
close, they just glazed over, as her humping hips worked Friedrich's fat
cock further and further towards the bottom of her cunt.

   A couple of very hard pinches to her nipples brought her back to
reality. She pressed her head backwards against Rebecca's breasts and
looked up into her eyes.  "I told you, didn't I?  He's not at all too
young."

   "Heavens, no.  This is better than any fantasy."

   "Right, my dear.  And now do what I told you.  Relax, and we'll take
care of you.  Can you do that?"

   "I'll try, but I can't promise.  My body just wants to take over."

   Rebecca's hands moved from Alyssia's tits to her armpits, and she felt
she was lifted like a little doll.  Rebecca moved her legs around, and a
little later Alyssia felt Rebecca's feet under the small of her back.  As
Rebecca lowered her again, her head fell in between the soft, open thighs,
to rest on her lower belly and her mons.  A strong scent of perfume and
warm, musky pussyjuice enveloped Alyssia.

   "Will one of you men please sit back to back with me?  This is not the
world's most comfortable position." Alyssia felt the bed rock a little, as
someone joined them.  "Now, just relax, my dear, and don't be so eager to
get him all the way to your bottom." Rebecca's hands resumed the caresses
of her tits and nipples, and now Friedrich started a languorous, delicious
slide in and out of her overflowing cunt.  Rebecca's feet lifted her back
upwards into a swaying position, and a minute later Alyssia was
delightfully aware how Friedrich's electric cock was sliding in and out of
her, all the time pressing against the front of her vagina.

   An entirely new sensation took over.  A slow, burning, yearning glow
floated into her body, and took away her breath.  She simply had almost to
hyperventilate, groaning and panting, while she felt like her cunt was
constantly opening up, getting bigger and wetter, bigger and wetter, but
still Friedrich's cock filled her out in the most wonderful way.  A cool
gush of air brushed past her clit, making her aware that nothing touched
it, but she didn't care at all.  Her whole awareness was on that
wondercock, pressing against the front of her vagina, never going in more
than halfway.  When her orgasm started she was not even aware of it.  There
was none of the usual explosion.  Just that burning glow getting stronger
and stronger.  First her cunt made tiny contractions, then they slowly got
stronger and faster, then her belly started rippling motions, and last her
whole body was shaking.  Out of the daze she heard a singing voice chant
the most erotic tunes she had ever heard, and then she realised it was her
own voice.

   For almost two minutes she was drowned in the waves of orgasm, while
tears were running down her cheeks and juice was running out of her cunt.
As the orgasm went weaker, she stretched her shaking hands down and grabbed
Friedrich's slim, boyish hips.  "Oh, please, Friedrich.  Give it to me. 
Fill me up.  Please, let me feel you come in me.  Give me the last, please.
Fill me up." She was painfully aware that the boy slammed into her, the tip
of his cock hitting bottom, while his sharp pubic bone cut into her clit.
The last orgasm was like a lightening, sharp, almost painful,
nerve-wracking and violent, as his hot jism spurted out into her cunt.  Her
singing died out, like an old gramophone turning slower and slower, ending
in a deep, satisfied groan, as she passed out from lust.

   When she came to, she didn't know how long time she had been
unconscious. Somebody was wiping her forehead with a cold washrag while
Rebecca was cradling her head in her arms.  "Oh, my God, whatever
happened?"

   "You just found out, my dear, that a fifteen year old is not always too
young."

   Suddenly Alyssia was aware how wet she was down there.  Actually the
whole bed was wet under her, and she turned crimson.  "Please, Rebecca. 
Tell me I didn't wet my bed."

   Rebecca laughed.  "No, dear, you didn't piss your bed.  You just came so
much, that you squirted a cupful of the nicest juice ever.  So sweet and
watery.  You know, for some reason the same thing happens to a lot of us,
when we win Friedrich in the lottery of love.  I think his mother taught
him very well."

   "Thank God.  I still cannot believe that I'm so wet all over.  Never
happened before."

   "Right you are.  But there is a first for everything.  For now I think
you should let yourself be taken to the bathroom for a nice shower and a
light massage.  May I propose that you let Anthony and Clarence take care
of you?  And while you are away the rest of us will put new covers on the
bed, in case you need it for something."

   "I've got a much better idea.  Why don't we all join Alyssia in the hot
tub uncle Jonathan had installed last year.  There is plenty of room for us
all, and then we can 'repair' the bed when we have finished." It was Alma's
melodic, high-pitched voice which filled the room.  And her words were
accepted right away.  Alyssia didn't even get a chance to voice an opinion.

   A minute later the bed was surrounded by people.  Anthony with Clarence,
Barbara with Rosalind, and Naomi with Jamison, moved in and pushed their
hands under Alyssia from both sides.  When they held hands two and two
their arms formed a stretcher, and they lifted her up and carried her
towards a double door, which Alma and Jonathan opened.  Behind the door was
the pool that Alma had mentioned, filled with lukewarm water.  Laughing and
joking about the copious amount of juice which Alyssia had shed on the bed,
they counted three, and suddenly Alyssia found herself flying through the
air to land with an enormous splash in the luxurious water.  Hardly had the
waves calmed down when she was joined by the rest of her initiation group.
There was a good deal of splashing around, laughing and talking, until
Jonathan and Naomi took Alyssia's hands and led her up the marble stairs
and brought her to the shower, where they started soaping her down. 
Everybody in her group took their turn washing her.  No brush, no washing
cloth, just bare hands and soap.  And finally she was rinsed in the running
water and brought back to the pool.

   "And now, my dear Alyssia, the ceremonial part of your initiation is
over.  For the rest of the time till midnight we're just going to have a
lot of fun and enjoyment, all of us."

   Tall, skinny Naomi stepped up to her.  The water was so deep, that
Alyssia only had her head and shoulders above it, but tall Naomi had her
tiny, tiny breasts out of it.  A full head of flaming red hair framed her
beautiful face.  "I just tasted your lovely juice on my father's cock.  But
I should really like to taste the genuine thing.  May I?"

   Alyssia looked up into her green eyes, and nodded yes.  She could hardly
make herself answer such an unusual question.

   Naomi grabbed her by the hips and lifted her out of the water to sit on
the edge of the pool.  As if it was the most natural thing in the world
Alyssia felt herself lean back on her hands, and her legs fell open by
themselves, not by an act of will.  Soon a mass of curly red hair covered
her crotch, and Naomi's pointed tongue explored her cunt.  For a second
Alyssia wondered where all that juice came from, but then she closed her
eyes and gave in to the pleasure.  She perceived that Naomi had lifted her
head a little, and some incomprehensible words were muttered into Alyssia's
cunt, and then she dived in again.

   Alyssia opened her eyes, and looking down Naomi's bent back she found
the reason for the mumbling.  Anthony was slowly working his cock into her
from behind.  She looked around, and saw that most of the people had left
the pool.  Rebecca and Friedrich had only reached the floor beside the
pool, and Friedrich was buried deep between her open thighs.  An expression
of heavenly bliss was on her face, as she held on to his moving hips.  The
rest of the group apparently had gone into the bedroom.  As lovely as
Naomi's cuntsucking was, it had only raised Alyssia's hunger for more cock.
Gently she put her hands on Naomi's cheeks and lifted her head.  She
slipped out from under the mass of red curls, bent down and tasted her own
juice on Naomi's lips, and went back towards the bedroom.  In the doorway
she turned round and looked at the two fucking couples, Rebecca and
Friedrich in a high tension embrace on the floor, and Naomi being fucked
vigorously by Anthony, in the water.  That was when she made her decision:
She wanted to feel each and every cock in her pussy before midnight, and
she wanted to taste as many pussies as time would allow.

   With a determined smile on her lips she turned round and entered the
bedroom.

   Chapter six



   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.

   Chapter seven.

   Six weeks had passed since the engagement/initiation-party, when Alyssia
and Alexander were invited to Sunday brunch at Victoria and Sully's.  The
last days of September were glorious, and they chose to take the drive in
the big Packard Le Baron, with the roof down.  They both just adored that
car, and they started out early, so they could enjoy a leisurely ride,
watching the landscapes roll by and listening to the purr of the
12-cylinder engine.  Just before noon they rolled up in front of the
beautiful, white house, and were welcomed heartily by their hosts.

   When they entered the lavish salon they were met with greetings from the
10 people present, and a little later they all went to the diningroom to
have a fine meal.

   When their initial hunger had been satisfied, Victoria smiled to the
young couple.  "I bet you are anxious to hear how the wedding plans are
progressing."

   "Of course we are, Victoria.  We talked about it on the way up here, and
we are sure that you have everything settled since you have called us
here."

   "Yes, my dear.  We have worked hard, and so have the people on Baron's
Island.  We have managed to get a positive reply to our invitations from
260 members of the clan, who are older than the required 12 years."

   "My God, it's going to be a really big event.  But that's an incredible
number of people to cater for on a little island." Alyssia was really
stunned by the size of the project.

   "Oh, yes, dear.  We have all felt more or less like generals planning an
invasion.  Carpenters from the surrounding islands have built 60 huts with
four beds in each.  The rest of the guests will sleep in the west wing of
the house, and you two will have the east wing to yourselves.  Or whomever
you may want to invite for smaller parties or whatever.  But now the other
members of the planning group will tell you about the plans."

   Alyssia could hardly sit still.  "This is all so terribly exciting."

   Uncle Jonathan began: "You are supposed to be in Florida next Sunday.  A
special boat for you two alone will sail you to the island, where you will
arrive Monday morning, so you can spend a few days' holiday before the
wedding.  The other guests will be picked up on Thursday in either Florida,
Texas or Mexico, so all the guests will be on the island sometime during
Friday."

   Next was aunt Winnifred: "There are five of us, Victoria, myself,
Hannah, Johannes and Charles, who have planned the meals, and of course the
main dinner on Saturday.  Extra cooks have been called in, and everything
is ready.  But we almost blew it.  Yesterday we discovered that we had
forgotten to order sufficient refrigerators - but a few telegrams managed
that."

   "That must be tons of food and wine," Alexander exclaimed.

   "Yes, we are lucky that Johannes owns and manages that big congress
centre in Chicago.  Without his professional knowledge I'm not sure we had
managed."

   Next was Theodor, a greying musician from New York.  "Clara and I have
planned the entertainment.  Fortunately there are so many fine musicians in
our clan, and they have all agreed to take their turns playing, that we
don't have to take in strangers, who might be offended by the way we party.
The only outsiders will be a local calypso band that will play during lunch
every day, but they will be shipped off the island by three o'clock."

   Clara interjected: "I hope you have not yet chosen your wardrobe.  We
have taken Alma's suggestion from your initiation.  That was a really fine
event, I have heard.  The theme of the whole prolonged weekend is: Nymphs
and Pans.  The only colours allowed are green, yellow and red, but because
you are the bride, you are allowed a traditional white wedding gown for the
ceremony itself, should you wish so."

   And now it was Victoria's turn: "I have planned the ceremony itself,
corresponding with Friedrich's mother, Augusta.  We have managed to
persuade the old priest from the church, in our former castle in Bavaria,
to sail over here and perform the wedding.  Actually he is leaving Hamburg
today.  That has also given us an excellent explanation as to why the whole
German branch of our clan is traveling to USA.  So you see, my dear, you
have been an instrument for their escape.  If we had not had your wedding,
it is highly probable that they would not have been allowed to all go
together."

   Sully put in: "It's a good thing about the old priest.  He's used to our
ways, and nothing can offend him.  I remember Friedrich's older sister,
Hildegard, had chosen a very daring wedding-dress, which left her big
breasts bared, and the old guy never batted an eye."

   "Oh, oh.  I think I know exactly how my wedding dress is going to look.
And my friend will be able to make it before we leave for Florida."

   "If you are inspired by the story about Hildegard, I can hardly wait",
said Alexander.

   "Well, yes and no.  But I'm not going to go bare-breasted.  Never fear."

   "I, for one, should not mind", Alexander laughed.

   "Hey, you two.  Do you think you have time to listen to the rest?"

   "Barely!"

   Victoria called for an extra glass of wine, and then she told: "There
are certain ceremonial activities that must be upheld.  Some of them
Alexander knows, others neither of you know.  And the one he doesn't know
is the hardest.  You must uphold 5 days of absolute celibacy prior to the
ceremony." She turned her head towards Alyssia.  "Remember, no cock, no
tools and no fingers.  The same goes for you, Alexander.  Rule number two
you know: The `deflowering' of the bride takes place in front of the whole
party, like in the medieval ages.  Only there hasn't been a single virgin
to deflower for two hundred years.  The only blood we have seen on the
clan-sheet was the odd, unfortunate bride who had her period."

   "For once I'm really so sorry, that mother and father got those
scientific-jobs in Antarctica, that they had longed so much for.  I would
have loved them to come." Alexander looked very sad.  "How they would have
enjoyed our wedding."

   "OK," Victoria smiled.  "This was supposed to have been the ultimate
surprise, and kind of a wedding-gift, but....  Paulus pulled a few
political strings, and although it is quite unheard of before, your mother
and father have been allowed to terminate their contracts two months early,
and we have been allowed to send in an unauthorised, private ship to pick
them up and deliver their replacements.  Right now they are outside the
coast of Brazil, steaming north."

   Alexander was stunned for a moment.  Then, with little teardrops forming
in his eyes, he got up and went 'round to hug Victoria.  "I would wish for
every man and woman in the world to have a grandmother like mine.  You are
such a gem, Victoria.  Thank you, thank you.."

   Victoria kissed her grandson tenderly, and then turned towards Alyssia.
"Which brings us to the question of your parents, Alyssia.  Have they been
informed, and are they coming?  We do have ways of handling this.  There
are three cases in our history, where the hedonistic parts of the wedding
ceremony have been postponed for 24 hours, to avoid a hassle with highly
religious parents."

   "I spent last week at my parents'," Alyssia said.  "And I spent a whole
morning to telling my mother about Alexander, the clan, and what she might
expect from the wedding.  She was stunned, but not shocked.  I'm not really
sure what she did or what she told my dad that evening, but in the morning
they came down for breakfast, looking ten years younger, and dad
congratulated me.  I can tell you they are eager to meet you all, and I'm
not even sorry to tell you, that we had a little test-run on clan-ways
Thursday evening." She blushed and looked up at Victoria.

   "Great", Victoria exclaimed.  "That takes care of the parent-business.
Sorry they live so far away - I'd have loved to see them here for a
weekend. But maybe I can persuade them to come here first, and then we can
go to Florida together.  I'll try."

   Sully looked round the table: "Ladies and gentlemen, is there anything
they need to know, that we have forgotten?" Everybody shook their heads
`no'.  "As long as they are in Key West at the proper time, we'll take care
of the rest", Johannes remarked.

   "That's it, then," said Sully.  "This meeting is over....  Oh, by the
way, you two.  Your wedding gift, the townhouse, has been finished. 
Victoria and I would like you to go and see it on your way home.  There
might be a few alterations you want to get done while we still have two
weeks left."

   "But remember," Victoria said, "it is `bad luck' to enjoy anything in
that house, before the wedding.  Not even a kiss or a cup of coffee." She
took a little box from her bag and handed it to Alyssia.  "As you will be
responsible for the household, I had better give you the keys.  Our old
butler, Benton, is staying in the house to keep an eye on it, until you
return from the wedding, but you will eventually have to hire your own
staff, as we want him back."

   There were a lot of `good-byes', kisses and hugs, and "see you on
Baron's Island" - and Alyssia and Alexander were off again, on their way to
inspect their new home.

   "I'm so happy that your parents have accepted our ways.  Then they can
take their proper part in the ceremony, don't you think?"

   "I can't tell, as long as I don't know what their proper part will be."

   "Oh, sorry, I forget.  You see, the truly proper way is this:
Immediately after the wedding itself, I shall `deflower' you on the bench
in front of the whole party, and then our parents will join.  My father and
your father are supposed to make love to you, and our mothers will do the
same to me.  That ends the wedding.  Then it is a free for all, dinner, and
whatever may come.  Do you think that may cause any embarrassment?"

   Alyssia's laughter tinkled like pearls on a silver plate.  "Judging from
last week I shouldn't think so.  Once they got used to the idea, they were
so excited.  My father was so horny that he came immediately after he had
entered me; that would be the only embarrassment I can think of."

   "I think I'm going to like your parents very much, even better than the
first time I met them.  And I can tell you for sure, that my parents will
adore you."

   "And I'm sure I'm going to love yours.  Two people who have brought you
up to be who you are, can't be half bad.  I'm very anxious to meet them,
love."

   Chapter 8.

   They had entered a very old part of New York, and Alexander stopped the
car in a small square, very London-like, with trees, flowers and grass,
surrounded by big old houses.  "That's our new home." He pointed his hand
at a really big, three-story affair.  Quite simple to look at, built
sometime during the 1700's out of red brick, kind of Queen Ann-style with
white windows and a large black double-door, framed by two pillars.

   "My God, it is huge for two people."

   "Remember, we are going to have parties and guests."

   The front door opened, and a tall man in his sixties came out.  "I
thought I heard the Packard.  Welcome, Miss Alyssia, and welcome, Mr. 
Alexander."

   As soon as Benton had taken their coats, he opened the doors to the
central hall of the house.  A truly breathtaking room.  Huge winding stairs
running up the walls, an elaborate lift made of glass and cast iron, and an
enormous bay window with double doors, leading to a beautiful, secluded
garden, running all the way down to the brink of Hudson river.

   "Good Heavens, Alexander.  I didn't even know that such houses existed.
It's beautiful, it's overwhelming.  We can't really accept such a gift,
it's too much."

   "Don't you like it?"

   "Like it????  It's like something out of a fairy-tale.  Look at that
chest of drawers, it must be as old as the house.  And the garden, the
river, oh, my God.  We can't accept this, it's too much, simply too much."

   "Take it easy, darling.  Victoria and Sully can afford it.  And Sully
has been so sorry that he didn't have any use for the house.  On the other
hand he couldn't bear to sell it.  It's been in his family for generations.
I bet you those two have had so much fun fixing up this old place.  Let's
take a short walk around."

   With Benton as a guide, they went all over the house.  Everything was in
perfect order, the paint, wallpaper, lamps, furniture.  And everything was
done with impeccable taste.  A wonderful mix of furniture and decor from
the 1700's, when the house was built, set off by colourful Art Nouveau
items, supplemented by the latest news in American and European furniture
and appliances.  And of course there was a sybaritic party-bedroom on the
second floor.

   "Well," Alexander said, when they were back in the central hall,
"anything you want to change?"

   "Not a thing, not one single thing.  This is just so lovely."

   "Well, I think I could do without those three yellow kid's-paintings in
the diningroom."

   "Are you crazy, you ignorant brute.  They are by Paul Klee, and they
have only just started their climb to world fame.  They stay, if I have a
say."

   "OK, ok, they stay, my beautiful, strongwilled love."

   Chapter 9, the wedding.

   Time passed in a blur of activity and torment.  Activity to get
everything finished and packed, in time to reach Key West by the following
Sunday.  Torment in the form of a rather rough ride on a romantic schooner,
which took them to Baron's Island, and in the form of unwanted celibacy for
five days.  Friday evening was the worst.  Apart from a few people, the
whole clan had arrived during Friday, and at the very informal evening
meal, which was kind of a glorified barbecue on the white, romantic beach.
It was very evident that there was no demand for celibacy on the part of
the guests.

   "Alexander.  I'm so terribly horny.  I'm afraid I'll make a disgrace of
myself tomorrow."

   "How, my dear?"

   "I'll be no more dignified than a female cat in heat.  I guess I'll
scream your head off when you `deflower' me."

   " And it doesn't make it one bit better to see our parents hit it off so
well." Alexander could not help but laugh.  "Do you think they are
practising for tomorrow?"

   "It's a good thing you're not allowed to touch me yet.  The mere
thought, that tomorrow I'm going to be fucked by my own father and yours,
has made me so wet, that I'm afraid you'd rape me, if you could feel it."

   "I guess this celibacy-nonsense is to make sure that the groom can get a
hardon in front of all those people."

   "Well, I can't imagine you'd ever have that problem, you lovely, horny
man."

   "Especially not with you, my equally lovely, horny bride."

   "Can't we go back to the house, Alexander?  I just can't stand this much
longer.  Let's go, dear."

   The last sight which caught Alyssia's eyes, when she looked back on the
beach, was her mother smiling happily, as she impaled herself on
Alexander's father, eagerly helped by her husband and Alexander's mother.

   Alyssia and Alexander spent the night in separate bedrooms.  In the
morning she woke up at sunrise, because she had forgotten to draw the
curtains, but she managed a couple of hours' extra rest, before she was
disturbed by an insistent knocking on her door.  "Oh, my.  It has to be my
mother and my mother-in- law.  Why are they so early?  And I didn't even
get time to talk properly to Alexander's parents last night, everything was
so rushed.  Just that `hello', and `I'm happy to meet you'.  Heavens, I was
never so nervous in my life."

   She opened the door, and as predicted the two middle-aged women were
standing in the hall, looking anything but middle-aged.

   "Good-moooorrrning.  Your maids and helpers are here to keep you
company, and to get you dressed in time for the wedding." The two mothers
were giggling and laughing like two school-girls as they entered the big,
white bedroom.  Willowy Cynthia was almost as tall as her son.  Her long,
classical face with the narrow, straight nose and full lips, was framed by
a mane of obviously dyed, red curls.  She was dressed in diaphanous, green
silk only halfway down her long thighs, and with holes torn in a lot of
places to suggest a rough life in the woods.  She smiled to Aletha.  "How
you look like your daughter.  No wonder my Alexander is so infatuated by
her."

   Alyssia hugged, her mother first, and then Cynthia.  "It was such a
terribly confusing evening yesterday.  I didn't really get time to talk to
you.  You arrived only a short time before dinner, didn't you?"

   "Yes, dear, we ran into a bad storm off the coast of Guyana, which
delayed us almost 24 hours.  But we'll catch up, dear, we'll catch up.  And
I got to know your mother very well, yesterday."

   "I'll have to agree to that." Aletha laughed.  "Never imagined that a
pair of parents-in-law could get so well aquainted so fast.  Neither that
my dear Gunther could develop such an enthusiasm for a tall, slender
woman."

   "Ah, but you didn't take too poorly to my dear Daniel, either.  I think
he harbours a bit of the same taste as his son." Cynthia laughed
good-naturedly and put her arm round Aletha.  At that moment Alyssia
noticed her mother's dress.  The neck was a solid silver slave-ring with
holes drilled all the way round.  Ribbons of green, red and yellow muslin
went through the holes, hanging down to form the dress itself, but the
ribbons were only sown together a few places here and there, allowing a
searching hand easy access, and a curious nipple a peek out.  When Aletha
noticed that her daughter was inspecting her dress, she twirled round to
make the ribbons of her skirt flare out, showing no panties.

   "Oh, Mom, that dress is really so naughty!"

   "A-a, dear.  I've been told I'm called `mother', not mom, and I can tell
you it has been approved by Cynthia, hasn't it?"

   "Certainly.  I wish I had had the same idea.  And unfortunately I'm so
much taller, that I cannot even borrow it."

   Alyssia had dreaded the long hours up to the ceremony, but in the
company of her two mothers the hours flew away like the morning mist.  In
the bathroom they stripped, and jokingly they washed her by soaping up each
other and then rubbing their bodies against Alyssia from all angles.

   Through the open windows they could hear a lot of moving around, as the
big sun-shades were hoisted up, and tables and chairs were carried on to
the lawn.  And suddenly it was time to get Alyssia into the wedding gown,
which the two mothers had not yet seen.  But when Alyssia took it out of
the closet they were stunned.  A roll of green, crisp cellophane, a yellow
ribbon, and a short dress of lush ivory silk were the only items.  And the
dress had only one shoulderstrap, leaving one breast naked, and the other
barely half-covered.

   "You are supposed to wrap me up in the cellophane, like a bouquet of
flowers, then crumple it up and hold it together round my neck with these
yellow ribbons, and last you pull the dress over my head."

   "Oh, my God, what a divine idea", Cynthia exclaimed.  " Was it your own
idea?"

   "Yes.  Alexander has often said that he loves the crackling sound of
cellophane, when he unwraps a box of chocolate.  That's where I got the
idea."

   "Ah, and today you'll be his little piece of chocolate, in green and
white."

   "Sweet and tasty, and with a hint of peppermint."

   They had only just finished dressing the bride, when uncle Brandon
knocked on the door and called: "Time is up, ladies.  The bride is wanted."

   On the top stair of the house Alyssia's father was waiting.  "Wow, my
girl, you look ravishing and unusual.  You are going to be the beauty of
this wedding, just as it should be."

   In a daze she let her father take her up the aisle towards the impromptu
altar.  Her eyes locked on to Alexander's.  Tall, handsome, dressed to be
Pan, but looking more like Robin Hood with his muscular arms and narrow
hips.  A mix of happiness and sensual excitement carried her through the
wedding.  She heard herself whisper the correct number of `yeses', felt
Alexander slide the ring onto her finger, and she only really came back to
reality, when the smiling priest ended the traditional service in a most
untraditional way: "And now you may deflower the bride."

   Alexander picked her up in his arms and turned round to face the clan.
The four parents placed a lavishly adorned bench between the altar and the
guests, and then disappeared again.  "My lovely wife, my delicious piece of
chocolate, how I'm going to enjoy this.  And so are you." Tenderly he
lowered her to the bench whereupon he lifted up the skirt of her dress to
bare her beautiful stomach and her closely trimmed black bush with its
dripping cunt, so beautifully framed.  When he stepped back to reach under
his shirt and pull down his shorts, the crowd started egging him on with
handclaps and cheers - so loud that Alyssia couldn't even hear the words of
love and passion he said as he moved up between her willingly open thighs.

   As he plunged into her sopping cunt, which had been wet all morning, the
cheering took on new dimensions.  Alyssia screamed, not in pain but in
passion, as finally she was allowed to fuck.  She humped wildly up against
him, thrashing around on the bench.  The crackling sounds of her cellophane
dress were lost in the cheering, but Alexander would never forget the
feeling of her slender hips, wrapped in the shiny see-through material, as
he grabbed her hips and pulled her up hard against him.  As if by agreement
the handclapping accelerated, to make him fuck faster and faster, which he
did.  Wave upon wave of hot passion rushed through Alyssia, and when she
suddenly realised, that there were 260 witnesses, men, women, kids and
children, to this the most important fuck of her life, she was hit by a
searing orgasm.  Without any shame at all she yelled, she screamed, she
cried and she sobbed her orgasm up at Alexander, and the wild movements in
her floating cunt triggered him.  With a roar he fell upon her, shaking
like a leaf as he pumped gush after gush up into her hungry cunt.

   The clapping and cheering died out, and a most unusual minute passed, as
the clan started singing an age-old German wedding song.  The pronunciation
was at best faulty all around, but the feeling was genuine.  As the loving
couple on the platform slowly came down from their orgasms, they were
enveloped in the sounds of love and togetherness, which they would cherish
for the rest of their lives.

   As the song died out, Gunther and Daniel, Aletha and Cynthia entered the
platform.  All four were naked, except Cynthia who carried a towel and a
wet wash-cloth in her hands.  "Let me clean you a little, dear.  These
older men do not appreciate a filled up pussy as much as the younger ones
do." While the two mothers undressed her and cleaned her pussy, Alexander
shed the rest of his clothes.

   Alyssia felt her knees turn into jelly, as her father and Daniel
approached her.  Daniel looked at least as good as his son.  The same
elegance and sincere beauty, plus he posessed the charm and assurance of a
well-kept, trim man close to fifty.  The incestuous act she was about to
commit made her terribly horny again, and she whispered to her father:
"Please hold me, while I get to know my father-in-law better."

   The two men placed her on her back on the bench, and kneeled on either
side of it.  Alyssia had four hands and two mouths to excite her even
further.  They kissed her tenderly, while they stroked her body all over.
While her father kissed her hungry lips, Daniel would pay special attention
to her nipples, sucking and biting them.  When Daniel's hand stopped
playing with her clit or her wet opening, it was replaced by her father's,
and constant attention was paid to her belly and her thighs.  At last she
had reached the limit.

   "Will you stop now, and will you please fuck me, Daniel.  Fuck me.  I
can't stand any more of this.  FUCK MEEE !  !" Her last yell could be heard
all over, and was highly applauded.  While her father sat down on the bench
and cradled her head in his lap, Alexander's father mounted the bench. 
Gunther reached down between his daughter's open thighs and guided Daniel's
solid cock to his daughter's cunt.  Alyssia's initial deep sigh sounded
like air being let out of a balloon, and her last thought before she gave
in to her passion, was: "Is that my dad?  A revolution in two weeks???"

   Alyssia felt like she was taking off on a purple cloud.  Hot waves
cursed through her body and heated up her pussy.  Her dad might have gone
through a revolution, and so she had herself, over these last few months.
But still, the perversion of fucking her father-in-law, with her daddy
holding her head and fondling her breasts, and all of it in front of a huge
audience, got to her like a revelation.  Never ever had she dreamed, that
this feeling of being a whore to the world could be so wonderful.

   "Oh, my God, you are almost as good as your son, Daniel.  I sure hope
you like this young pussy." She humped her slender body up against him to
meet each and every thrust, as if the fire in her loins was killing her. 
When she moved her head a little and turned her face, she could wrap her
lips round the head of her father's cock, and this catapulted her into a
violent orgasm.  For a short moment Gunther was afraid that her violent
cramps might make her bite him.  The sight of the beautiful young woman
twisting in orgasm was too much for Daniel.  With a roar he pushed all the
way to the bottom and let go of a hot stream of sperm, at the same time
raising his left arm in a victorious greeting to the clan.  This, of
course, was rewarded with a hearty applause.

   When the twitchings in Daniel's cock had died down, he slowly pulled out
of Alyssia.  "You are not only a very beautiful woman and a nice person,
you sure are a wonderful fuck.  I don't blame Alexander for being so much
in love with you, dear."

   "Thank you, dear Daniel.  You are not too bad yourself." Alyssia smiled
and raised her head to kiss him lovingly.  Then she turned round and looked
at her father.  "OK, daddy, how do you feel about fucking your daughter? 
You want it?"

   Gunther's rampant hardon was sufficient answer to that question.

   "But you are not going to fuck me, I'm going to fuck you.  Lie down on
your back and let me do the fucking.  I want to see what's going on, you
know."

   Gunther slid down on the bench and stretched out his legs.  His short,
fat cock with it's veiny pattern all over, was sticking straight up into
the air.  Alyssia straddled him, and without any assistance her cum-filled
pussy found its target.  Heaven, this was sheer electricity.  In the
audience several people were enjoying an advance on the pleasures of the
upcoming night, and right in front of her, she could see the bliss in her
mother's eyes, as Alexander was making wonderful love to her.

   "Do you like this, daddy?  Do you like your daughter's wet cunt round
your cock?  Shhhhhh, don't say anything.  You should see your wife.  Mom is
getting the best fuck in the world right now.  I know how good my husband
is, and she is finding out, I tell you.  Aaaahhhhhh, this is good.  I love
you, daddy, and I love to feel you inside me.  Do you like it, too?  Have
you ever had fantasies about this?  About incest?  About fucking your young
daughter?  I know you have.  I've seen you look at me when I was a teen. 
Enjoy, daddy, because you are going to do it again and again, now.  OOhhhh,
I cannot hold back, I'm going to come again.  Spurt in me, daddy, come for
me now!  !"

   With slow, deliberate movements Alyssia savoured the stretched feeling
that her father's cock initiated in her, the squishing sound and the divine
smell of cock and pussy, juice and sperm, and goosebumps formed all over
her chest.  She felt the last orgasm start around the opening of her vagina
and her clit, then spreading like a rampant fire both ways into her body,
till at last it was engulfing her from head to toe.  And when she felt and
heard her father's groaning release into her, she collapsed on top of him,
exhausted in body and mind.

   A triumphant feeling of happiness ran through her.  Now, finally, she
was the true wife of her beloved Alexander.  The society-way with papers
and all, and the clan-way with the proper ceremonies.

   Chapter 10, Epilogue:

   Today Alyssia is a frail, beautiful lady of 89 years.  Her kind and
smiling eyes tell the story of a long and happy life to those who are able
to read her eyes (or, to those who look into them).  Her wisdom and
kindness, plus her age, of course, place her high in the clan-hierachi. 
She always has time for her children and grandchildren, whom she spoils
rotten.  At 83 she withdrew from the sexual activities of the clan, when
her dear Alexander died.  It has to be told too, that in honour of her
performance at the wedding, Brandon donated the island to the clan, on two
conditions: That it was named 'Alyssia's Isle', and that all the cottages
from the wedding would be maintained to serve as a new holiday resort and
as the future weddingplace for the clan.

  
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