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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,  Epologue:

	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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