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My Wedding (M+F, wife, exh, reluc)
by EazinAlong
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Copyright (c) 1997, EazinAlong. ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without
the written permission of the author. This story may be freely
distributed with this notice attached. The author may be
contacted by writing mrdouble@ix.netcom.com.
CELESTE REVIEWS WROTE:
"My Wedding" by EzinAlong. The official wedding took place in the
bride's parents' church, with a wedding march, candles, flowers,
and lots of guests. In her vows she promised to obey Michael. To
most of the people present, this was just a phrase in the
traditional wedding vows. A select few who were invited to a
separate ceremony later that day knew more specifically what that
vow meant. The bride was a successful stockbroker, and she wanted
no more stressful responsibility in her private life. She had
told Michael that she would give herself to him in the privacy of
their home if he would assume all the responsibility. He could
have her as a sex slave, if that meant she didn't have to make
decisions. This sounded like a bargain to Michael; and so now she
stood naked except for a garter belt and a few sensual
accouterments in front of a minister and an audience of 20 people
- eager but apprehensive about what would happen next.
This is not your ordinary wedding ceremony. I won't go into
detail here. Use your imagination or read the story. It's very
well written.
Ratings for "My Wedding"
Athena (technical quality): 10; Venus (plot & character): 10;
Celeste (appeal to reviewer): 10
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I wonder if they can see my knees shaking. I know they can see my
bottom. The attendants and our families are behind me, and my
exposed orbs must be the center of their attention. My breasts are
exposed to the minister, the nipples hard and pointing at him. If
he looks down, he can see the lips. Are they wet? But for some
reason, it's my knees that concern me.
My parents haven't seen my bottom since I was a girl. No one else
here besides my groom has seen it at all. Yet now it's fully
exposed, framed by the garter belt and the stockings -- white, of
course. I'm also wearing my white shoes, my veil, and my white
cotton gloves. Everything else is gone. I am exposed to the gaze
of about 20 people. They will soon witness my subjugation.
I am scared because I don't know what is about to happen. I wanted
this situation. Yes, I asked for it. But I don't know what events
are before me. I shiver with anticipation.
You might know me as a stock broker. That's what I do in the real
world. I'm young and just getting started. It's high-pressure,
long hours and lots of decisions. I love it, but it drains me. As
Michael and I got to know each other while we dated, I confessed
to him that I needed for home to be an escape from the
responsibility. I would give myself to him in the privacy of our
home if he would take the responsibility. He could have me as a
sex slave if it meant I didn't have to make decisions.
He accepted and promised that he would see that I was fucked hard
and often. That's what I want. I love the feel of a cock thrusting
in and out of my body. I love to suck. I don't care whether it's
cock, pussy, tongue or tit. I'll suck anything. I need to cum. I
need it so badly. I've been fingering myself since I was 13. By
15, I had a girlfriend who did it with me. At 18, I gave my
virginity to a boyfriend. Now, at 22, I am Michael's. He can do
anything he wants with me.
And when we started making plans for our wedding, he told me it
would be the day that I show the world what a sex-hungry,
pleasure-oriented, submissive young woman I am. So I've been
craving this moment, but that doesn't diminish my apprehension
because I don't know what's to follow.
This morning we had a regular ceremony. My parents' church, the
wedding march, candles, flowers. Lots of guests. And yes, in my
vows I promised to obey Michael. A few of us knew specifically
what that meant. To others, it was just the traditional vows. We
went down the aisle. We ate cake and drank champagne at the
reception. Michael and I departed in a limousine as guests threw
rice. The guests went home.
All of them went home except a few who had been invited to a
special ceremony this afternoon. They slowly and knowingly filed
into the church's smaller chapel. An hour after we left, the
limousine returned me and Michael to the church. I went into a
room where attendants waited. They were still dressed from the
ceremony. I'd changed into "travel clothes" to maintain the
pretense when we departed the reception, but they helped me put
back on the veil, gloves, garter belt, stockings and shoes that
I'd worn at the main ceremony. They added a gold chain at my
waist.
That was all. My bush was shaved off early this morning. My lips
are smooth and bare. My nipples are turgid. My slit is wet. And as
they open the door, my father is outside to lead me down the aisle
again ... to offer me to Michael in a different sense.
My heart is pounding. My eyes are focused on the minister as Daddy
and I start down the aisle. Michael is waiting for me at the
altar. So are the attendants ¥ just as they were at the big
ceremony. My maid of honor and two other bridesmaids. Michael's
best man and two ushers. They're all dressed like they were the
first time. All eyes are upon me. I am exposed. They can see my
tits and my slit. I look straight ahead. I can't look them in the
eye. I walk down the aisle on Daddy's arm.
Daddy and I stop before the minister, who watches as Daddy steps
away and Michael moves beside me.
"We are gathered now in this special ceremony that Michael and
Renee have requested to consecrate a very sacred part of their
relationship," the minister begins. "Renee has chosen to
relinquish control over the sexual aspects of her marriage, and
Michael has chosen to accept full responsibility for Renee's
sexual fulfillment. They want to solemnize this commitment to each
other and to show each other how complete their commitment is."
"Renee, do you give Michael total control over you sexually, for
him to use your body in any manner that he chooses, to share you
with others and to compel you to perform any sexual act that he
shall desire?"
A lump forms in my throat; moisture fills my slit. "I do."
"Michael, do you accept complete responsibility for Renee's sexual
satisfaction? Do you promise to protect her from harm and to see
that she knows the full measure of love that you can provide?"
His voice was confident. "I do."
"Michael, Renee is now yours. Her body is under your control. You
may compel her to perform any act that you desire. May both of you
know joy and happiness. Renee you should kneel."
I slowly fall to my knees. Michael moves behind me. I hear the
unmistakable sound of a zipper.
"Lean forward," Michael says. "Open your legs."
I obey. I support myself with my elbows and my knees. My slit is
visible to the guests. They can see my opening. Can see they see
how wet I am?
I feel Michael moving behind me. I am vulnerable, but I am his. He
can do anything. I cannot object. His hands are upon my cheeks. My
buns. My ass. He pulls the orbs apart. My sphincter is exposed to
those assembled. My slit pouts between my legs.
His cock brushes my thigh. A streak of wetness. He guides it
against my wet opening. The cock is near. We are about to
consummate our marriage as friends and relatives watch. He will
take me upon the altar. My bottom presented to him and to them. I
won't see my husband the first time he takes me. They will see me
taken. It is wicked; it excites me.
His cock slides into my soft channel. I moan. One long, slow
stroke and he is imbedded. I feel him take me. It is wonderful. My
husband in my pussy. He is in control. The strokes begin. Long,
steady strokes as he withdraws and then plunges in again. I am
dripping with wetness. I am so hot. I will do anything for him as
long as he continues to fuck me. "Take me, Michael." It escapes my
lips without thinking. I am sure they all hear me. I don't care; I
want his cock. It feels so good to be fucked.
I moan as my husband does it to me for the first time. Sure, we
did it while we were dating. But now it's special. We are married,
and they are watching. And I am giving myself to him totally. The
thrusting continues. He is so hard; he must be excited by the
circumstances. He is pounding into me relentlessly. It feels so
good to have my pussy fucked so vigorously.
"Who do you belong to?" the minister's voice asks.
"Michael," I reply loudly.
His cock continues pounding into me. I know I am drenching his
prick with my effusions. I want him in my channel. I want him to
cum in me. He is grunting. Like an animal he pumps me. His long,
hot poker stokes my fires. Grunting louder now. I match his noise
with my moans. I am whimpering, begging him to complete his
conquest of me. "Take me, Michael. Fuck my pussy," I cry.
And his moment arrives. The grunting becomes a loud moan. He
plunges into me deeply and probes my depths. I feel his body
twitching against me. His cock pulsates, and then I feel the
liquid flowing into me. His sperm floods my channel. They are
watching as he finishes in me. No inhibitions. I am taken before
them.
Michael withdraws his cock. My sex is bared now to those in the
pews. They can see my bottom and my lower lips. Michael's sperm is
puddled at my opening. Is it dripping? Can they see his liquid
escaping my grotto?
The minister steps forward. With my eyes at the ground, I see his
feet move forward. "Suck him," Michael commands. It is the
minister's reward for performing this unusual ceremony. I am to
take him in my mouth. I lift my head and raise my body. I kneel on
the altar as the minister moves before me. He stands still. I open
his pants and withdraw his rigid staff. My bottom still before the
congregation. They surely see his rod. But then I cover it with my
mouth. I suck the minister.
My hand grasps the base of his shaft. My head bobs upon it. My
hand pumps his cock as my mouth provides the heat and the
lubrication. "Yes, my child. Honor me with your mouth," he urges.
"Show your obedience to your husband and take me in your mouth."
The soothing tone spurs me on. I want to please him. I want to
show him my appreciation. I want to show the audience my passion.
My head bobs before the preacher. I squeeze his masculinity with
my hand. I hear him grunt and then the liquid flows over my
tongue. My mouth is anointed. The fluid flows down my throat. I
replace his prick in his trousers and zip them closed. He stands
back.
Now Michael summons his father -- my new father-in-law. He has
witnessed everything. He is moving toward me. With a finger,
Michael smears the juices from my pussy to my virgin bottom.
Michael has never taken me there. No one has. My husband stretches
my virgin entrance with his finger. I am to know a man there, and
it will be my father-in-law. My husband's father will deflower my
ass. I am swooning. It is such a powerful fact. My husband gives
my virgin ass to his father.
He kneels behind me, unzipping the trousers of his suit. I am sure
he is withdrawing his cock. I know the anticipation of waiting for
a penis behind me to make contact. But I have never known one
where this one is about to invade me. I am tense, but I am melting
as I succumb to Michael's power. I am truly his, and he is giving
my bottom to his father.
The knob nudges against my ring. He dips his fingers into my slit
for more lubrication and coats the tip of his cock with it. He
touches my opening with his fingers. The knob presses more firmly.
It imbeds slightly. The tip is in me, stretching me. The
congregation watches as my virginity falls. His father must be
experienced, for he presses gently and firmly. He is steady and
insistent, but I feel no pain. He must have done this before, but
I haven't. He is the first to stretch me there. An inch and then
two. He enters me, spreading the sphincter and penetrating my ass
while they watch.
Where is Michael? I open my eyes and see him smiling a dozen paces
away. He is fully dressed, his cock concealed again. I am the only
one naked. I have no secrets, fully exposed.
The cock is halfway into me now. It is long. It seems much longer
than it probably is. Each inch is a challenge. I relax, and it
eases forward. Impaling me. Deflowering me. It must be three-
fourths of the way in now. How much more is there? How much more
can I take? My ass is filled. I feel his legs pressing against my
thighs. He is fully within me. The cock is entirely within my
bottom. He presses against me and pushes to his full depth.
And that is but one stroke. There will be more. Slowly he pulls
out and then slides in again. They watch him pump me. I am
vanquished before my family, my husband's family and our friends.
They watch my taking. My bottom stretched by a cock. The piston
pumping in and out of my ass. The pleasure begins. I moan. More
wetness in my pussy. The prick pumps in and out of me. I grip it,
attempting to suck the juices out. His pace quickens; he knows the
way with a virgin ass. He is skillful, introducing the penis to my
bottom and then bringing out my pleasure. I crave it. I look
forward to each stroke.
He is pumping me harder now. I like it hard. Deep, fast strokes in
my ass. I moan loudly; my groaning is audible throughout the room.
I want them to hear me. I want them to hear my lust. "Fuck my ass.
Harder," I beg. The pumping continues. I am transported. Floating.
Floating on clouds. Floating on clouds with a cock in my bottom.
I sense motion around me. I open my eyes as the cock continues to
thrust in my bottom. I see my father moving to the altar. Michael
has summoned Daddy to join us. Daddy walks beside me as my most
private orifice is taken. He can see that I am impaled. He kneels
at my head, facing the man who is sodomizing me. My father faces
my father-in-law. My maid of honor unzips Daddy's pants and
withdraws his rod. The penis that created me is before me now. It
is swollen and red. A drop of fluid is on the tip.
"Suck your father," Michael orders. I obey. My mouth covers the
paternal member. It is comforting. As a virtual stranger takes my
ass, the familiar man enters my mouth. I take solace from the
sucking. I hunger for it. I lower my head into my father's lap and
take his length in my mouth.
And what of the witnesses? They watch my conquering. What do they
think? Are they excited? Surely not as excited as I am . I am in
another world. I am lost in the feelings. I am so happy.
My father-in-law nears his peak. He slams into me with each
stroke, jarring my body as I suck my father. The staff in my
bottom is swollen and hot. I eagerly anticipate each stroke. I
suck hungrily with my mouth and welcome each stroke in my ass. The
grunting behind me becomes louder. It will happen soon. A final
lunge into my orifice. The spurting begins. I feel his prick
pulsing in my bottom. I feel the juice enter me. Filling me. I am
no longer a virgin there. I have now had a man in every orifice.
My final barrier falls. I am fully a woman.
My father-in-law withdraws as I continue sucking Daddy. He has
watched my conquering up close. Did he look into my father-in-
law's eyes while he came in my ass? Or did he watch the prick as
it impaled me? Or did he look at my mother? Was she looking at me?
Questions swirl in my mind as I worship my father with my mouth.
I am wild with lust now. I have yet to cum, and I want to. When
will I get to? When will Michael grant me relief? Will I be
watched as I cum? Will they hear me moan and scream in orgasm?
Must I finish Daddy first?
A hand on my flank. Soft and gentle. A woman's hand. I learn later
that she acted of her volition. Out of mercy. Not at Michael's
instructions. She strokes my bottom and then her fingers enter my
valley. She recognizes my need. "You need to cum, darling." It is
Michael's mother; I know her voice. Her fingers are stroking my
bud now. Knowledgeable fingers. No one can touch a woman better
than her own sex.
Still sucking, I enjoy the fingers between my legs. They
manipulate my clitoris skillfully. It won't take long, for I am so
hot and needy. Her motions lubricated by the sperm of her son and
of her husband. I am very wet. Certainly I'm dripping onto the
altar. I am drenched. And I am saturated with lust. I am in heat.
I will fuck anything. I will do anything for Michael.
The explosion in my groin begins. I scream on my father's prick.
The fingers of my husband's mother grant me relief as witnesses
watch. The minister presides over the scene. Daddy moans. He is
cumming. His sperm floods my mouth as I spend on her fingers. The
wonderful fluid washes over my tongue. I suck him hard for every
drop. It's as if I'm cumming on his cock, though it's the fingers
that make me cum. Still, I feel close to Daddy as I cum with his
manhood spurting into my mouth.
I release him from my mouth. Her fingers are removed. I collapse
onto my side. I am weak in the wake of my orgasm. But Michael is
not finished with me. He gently pulls at my shoulder to roll me
onto my back. My legs are open toward the sanctuary of the chapel.
My sanctuary is visible. The shaved lips that symbolize my
relative innocence at the beginning of the day. The abundant
juices that demonstrate my lustful behavior.
My breasts heave atop my chest. Twin peaks that serve as a
backdrop for the valley in the foreground. A wet valley. A river
flows through the valley.
Our wedding attendants move toward me. It is their turn now. My
maid of honor will be first. She moves astride my head and lifts
her dress. She wears nothing beneath it. She bares her bottom to
the congregation as she lifts her dress. Then she lowers herself
to my mouth. My maid of honor is queening me. My maid of honor is
putting her cunt to my mouth. I must service her while we are
watched. She is hot. The sight of my conquering has inflamed her.
I taste her juices. She was fucked recently. I can taste the sperm
in her. She will release it all into my mouth as I suck her.
As I lick her, the best man moves between my legs. The other
attendants cluster around me. They touch me everywhere. Sometimes
they suck my nipples. The best man's cock nudges at my lips; my
pussy is swollen from my orgasm. It is tight and engorged. It is
wet. My juices and my husband's lubricate me. My husband's best
man enters me. He will fuck me while I suck my maid of honor. He
can see her bottom with my chin beneath it.
I know he is excited. I saw the look in his eye as I danced last
night at the bachelor party. Yes, I was the entertainment for my
husband's bachelor party. I had no choice. Michael made me. I
danced and stripped for them. He wouldn't let anyone touch me. But
I had to touch myself. I had to make myself cum for them while
they stood over me. Some of them stroked their cocks and spurted
on me. But the best man didn't. I noticed. He didn't cum. He
watched me lustfully as I displayed myself lewdly for them. The
horny men at the party. Frigging myself for them. The best man was
saving it for now.
The best man begins to pump me as I continue to lick. It won't
last long. He is horny from last night. She is horny from watching
me and from my tongue. She cries as she cums, her pussy squeezing
its juices into my mouth. She screams as she vanquishes my mouth
with her sex. The best man groans and spurts into me. More liquid
into my sheath.
The maid of honor is replaced by a bridesmaid. This one is my
husband's sister. I believe she is a virgin. A hot, virgin cunt
covers my mouth. I suck it like the experienced one before it. An
usher is between my legs, replacing the best man. He fucks me,
too. My pussy is open for fucking. It welcomes their cocks. I will
also have the other bridesmaid and the other usher. They will all
take me. I will suck the three pussies and be fucked by the three
cocks. They fuck me hard. There is no pause. As each cums, he or
she is replaced by the next.
I am so hot. I am desperate to cum again. I want relief. The
second usher finishes and withdraws. Jism flows from my cunt. The
puddles are visible to everyone watching.
"Make yourself cum, darling," Michael tells me. "Use your fingers.
Show everyone how wanton and obedient you are."
I have no choice. They will witness the private act. Some people
live their entire lives without being watched during this intimate
moment. Now my family and my friends will watch me pleasure
myself. They will watch me do as I've done since I was 13. At that
age, I never imagined I would have a witness. Now they're all
going to see it. They will watch me frig myself.
My hands reach between my legs. It feels strange without the hair.
My fingers stroke the smooth lips, marveling at the feeling. Not
since I was a little girl have they been bare like this. Not since
before I learned to masturbate. I rub juices over the lips. Now my
finger presses between the lips. The liquid is so abundant. It is
everywhere. My fingers glide through it. I focus on my clitoris
quickly, for I want to cum so badly. I don't care if they watch.
They have seen so much that this won't matter. I have taken sperm
in every opening and have been queened. I came on my mother-in-
law's fingers. Now they can watch me finish myself.
I stroke my clit. I am practiced at this. Nine years of practice.
Hundreds of times. Perhaps thousands. I feel no inhibitions. I
will cum and enjoy myself; I don't care who's watching. This is so
familiar. The feeling of my fingers between my legs. Stroking my
clit. Dancing on it. Flipping it back and forth. Pressing it with
my fingers. Like a little girl, I play with myself. I rub my clit.
I press the magic button. The feelings build. I will cum soon. I
know what it feels like. I know the stages well.
The spasms rip through my body. I shriek. I am cumming. I tell the
congregation with my screams. They can see my fingers dancing in
the wet. The see me lurch and convulse. I am delirious. Pleasure
wracks my body. I continue to finger myself. As I slow, Michael
tells me, "Do it again."
And I do. I pleasure myself again while they watch. After my
second orgasm, he tells me to do it again. And again. And again.
Five times I cum while they watch. Five times I masturbate. My
mother and father see me. So do my husband's parents. And the
minister. And our attendants. And our friends. They see what a
sexual slave I am. They have known me carnally. They know I belong
to Michael and that I will obey him totally.
I am vanquished. I am pleased. I am happy. I am in love with my
husband and master.