Perverts 'R' Us

Sometimes Things Just Happen©: The Benter Family Chronicles

By Tammy Lane ( orgy, scat, ws, gb )

Forward

My name is Allison Bentner. Everyone calls me Allie. I'm sure I will upset more then just a few individuals with what I am about to write. I will be accused as some pedophile monster slobbering over the smooth genitals of the precious innocent among us. A sexually deranged being with only a single purpose in mind, that to violate and tear. Of course such accusations and such labels will be leveled by the same individuals (and in mass) that send their sons and daughters to serve the god of war. To be maimed and slaughtered and to maim and slaughter the children of their proclaimed enemies. All in the name of a group of withered old men's political agendas that in the final serve nothing more then their own selfish and greedy interests. And I will even be the greater monster because I am female and have been placed high on the pedestal that society has dictated for my gender to stand so as to beam out rays of purity, chasteness of thought and the greatest of wholesomeness as the quintessential mother and guardian of innocence itself. How dare I speak of the fact that my own infant children while nursing would inflame my birthing parts to the greatest of orgasms as I caressed their secrets! Or that my parental lips were drawn to place against their clean pink rectums or undeveloped sex organs to tenderly kiss and lick as my babies giggled and squirmed in warm bonding pleasure. Send the priests to burn me alive at the stake because of such travesty of sin! The same priests that sodomize the children of others! Not out of love but out of deception and hypocrisy for their own needs, while not considering even briefly the need of their young parishioners for gentleness, understanding and empathy. The same clergy who serve as ideology whores to their associated nations. Who secretly practice gross sin often through treacherous acts in the name of God so as to be afforded their nation's protection. Sin that far outweigh the labeled (by them) sins of an incestuous parent. Politics and religion cannot keep their own houses in order and yet they force entry into my house dictating and setting limitations that are not of my heart. It is they who condemn such ones as I that are the true violators. They are the for real monsters. And as of late they stand ever higher and stronger. They paw with greater lack of restraint then previous the fabric of even our most personal of human rights. And make no mistake, the touch between a parent and their offspring no matter how intimate, is a human right. Just maybe the most precious of all because it involves the beginning of a new consciousness and the way such matters are addressed will affect that young consciousness to a life of freedom or to a life of guilt. So if you must judge me please remember that you yourselves are also being judged in ways that you may not even be aware. No one at present gets off the planet and stays off alive. We all must pay the price of the needed ticked to ride our chosen life courses. And remember also that what is the popular mass ideology today is but refuse for the fire tomorrow. History has proven such. And does not history continue to repeat itself? Tomorrow innocent sex play between adults, particularly parents and children may come to be accepted, even promoted as an answer to teaching little ones love and compassion through the warm embrace of intimate pleasure. Such philosophical thought may become the Holy Grail of the next new age. But know matter how innocent and pure the foundation of such thought may be, soon corruption will set in as it always seems to do and it will eventually come again to nothing and be despised. The zealot for restriction and subjection will again take his turn. The pendulum will again swing to the position it now maintains. I just wish that I lived at a time when personal freedoms reflected their namesake, freedom, either in the past prior to Big Brother technology or in the future in a more enlightened age. This all being said I will now continue…

Chapter One: In the Beginning

Joshua was our first-born. I was twenty-three when he excited my loins to become the beautiful boy that he is. David his father, my husband was twenty-two. That was several years ago now and since we have been gifted with two daughters, Sara and Ashley. David and I are a pretty average couple by today's standards. As teens we had our share of sexual experiences. When we met in collage neither he nor I obviously were virgins. Then as now that wasn't really expected or even preferred. In our case we were the new generation that is able to express ourselves sexually far more so then those generations before us. Prior to our marriage we often shared our various partners with each other. I never to this day tire of seeing David flex his full masculine buttocks and thighs as he pumps his seed into another woman. Watching his testicles tighten to his body and the tell tail just prior to ejaculation goose bumps rise on his divine ass lends even greater enjoyment to the spectacle. Oh yes, we played wild and we played often. Our wedding night was certainly a time we will remember. After the ceremony and all the guests but a certain chosen few had departed, David and seventeen of his male friends took more then just one turn with the bride (me) and my four bride's maids. Turns at illicit intercourse and more, I'm sure you have already guessed. And oh yes, we have pictures. Yours truly even preserved her wedding dress with the countless stiff, dried and now yellowed semen stains. All the boys insisted that I leave it on including the veil, while the fornications were repeatedly delivered. David was so inflamed with the scene that he didn't hesitate to hike his new bride's wedding gown and orally clean her (me again) gender specific opening of its own lubricating secretions as well as the multitude of deposits of male seed being ejaculated within. Amazing what guys will do when the little head is in charge. Do not fret though guys. We girls are no different when our kitty is in charge… like the girls in our group didn't believe in the use of condoms. We all wanted to be ridden bare back and not cheated out of our male partners' discharge. After all, that's what fucking is all about, discharge and orgasm. We enjoy the feel of the after wetness secreting from our kitties. We all were on the pill and unafraid of getting AIDS or other STDs. At that age everyone thinks that they're invincible. At that time I wasn't on the pill though. I was pregnant with David's child. And yes it was HIS child. It was planned and intentional just as our marriage was. It was the progression of events that we consciously chose. Why?

Because we were young and wild by past generation's standards didn't mean that we were stupid. We were quite aware that to be successful in life meant planning and making educated decisions. We had secured our primary degrees, his in upper business management and mine in basic psychology. We still planned to expand our education in our perspective fields but didn't want to wait until we were much older to start a family either. The decision to marry verses living together was also well thought out. Even though long-standing views in this area are rapidly changing it's still of long-term financial benefit to make that contract. Of course that is if almighty divorce doesn't raise its ugly head. But like all newly weds we were in love and just knew that would never happen. Plus society still likes to see a committed conventional arrangement. It would serve better our children we thought. Regarding me getting pregnant prior to our wedding was also planned. Not for the noble reason of preplanning and implementing educated decisions as mentioned above but because of the whore syndrome. He loved to view me as a whore, a slut. He wanted to marry a girl he thought of as his cum-sucking bitch who was carrying his illegitimately conceived child. And I couldn't have agreed with him more. Show me a female that doesn't like at some level in her conscientiousness to be viewed as a slut and I'll show you a liar to herself and everyone around her.

After the first round of share the new bride and her ladies in waiting I lounged warm and snug still in my wedding gown and seamed hose and heels, but no panties of course, in the arms of seventeen naked in their sexual prime of life males and watched my bride's maids go at it with David. They did him every way imaginable. All the girls in our circle of friends were very actively bisexual which made multiple sexual connections much easier to orchestrate. Most of the males were not offended by some male-to-male play on occasion but you know men. They can't seem to really let go. Still restricted by their indoctrinated position in society and all that. What a pity for them. They miss out on so much.

As we watched, the boys and I casually masturbated but not bringing ourselves to orgasm. We just kept the fires simmering and ready for what sexual shenanigans might come next. I will never forget being surrounded my so many hard throbbing cocks of various shapes, sizes and aromas. It was a horny girl's dream come true, an overflowing cornucopia of candy for the female eye. Talk about being warm and sensuously content. I was content's poster girl. It was a wonderful group-wedding gift.

David and the girls were slowing down at this point. They reluctantly disarranged themselves from their sexual games of twister and leapfrog to take a much-needed break. Everyone then gathered their chairs around the wedding table to tell stories of school and growing up together, of football games and lost loves and first times. Even though the conversation was playfully light and filled with laughter the air was still thick with unadulterated lust. We all loved tarnishing the sanctity of my wedding with such delicious depravity. After about twenty minutes or so of our group conversation one of the bride's maids, Mandy, who is still one of my dearest friends, announced that she had to go to the potty. As she stood the guys around her also stood, many still with bobbing erections or semi-erections, to make way for her to access the ladies room.

Surprising all of us she stepped up on her chair then onto the long wedding table filled with the usual party favors and flatware. Kicking items on the table under her feet to the floor she squatted down. What an indescribably delicious sight she made. Dressed only in seamed black stockings supported by a lacy red garter belt and accented with matching red heels she was the representation of the very meaning of a hot slut. The bride's maids all had worn their hair up with the normal long corkscrew curls hanging to the sides of their faces and in front of their ears. I'm sure you know the style. Reaching up she loosened her hair and shaking her head caused it to cascade down her back to just below her shoulder blades. Even though her hair was jet black her completion was alabaster. And with deep blue eyes she was quite a strikingly attractive young woman. Placing one hand on one of her spread knees she leaned slightly forward and placed the other hand on the floor between her spread legs to balance herself. She next arched her ass to give everybody a better view and tossing her head back she closed her eyes and held the pose. Her ass had parted beautifully with the purse of her kitty parted below as well. Her pubic hair was as black as the hair on her head and thick. She kept it trimmed tight and maintained as a well-defined triangle. The wet dripping pinkness of her inner folds contrasted dramatically with their dark fur surroundings. Though not covered with an abundance of hair her rectum sported just a whisper that made its way south to spread out to meet the juncture between front door and back door and trace its way up both of her major labia to blend with the cropped bush of her well-defined mound. Her rectum, like her nipples, was of a brownish hue. And also like her nipples that were large and puffy her rectum though not particularly puffy was quite large and I must say inviting. (At least, inviting from my tongue's point of view.) All of the guys including us other four girls stared as if mesmerized with our breaths seemingly forever suspended in limbo. As the old expression chimes… You could hear a pin drop.

Suddenly Mandy grunted a feminine, but deep, resonating grunt followed by a very audible hiss. Arching her ass even higher her rectum already relaxed quickly gaped open in a large clinging "O" as she defecated a very healthy load of excrement right next to my wedding table's centerpiece. With no other accompanying sound it feel thud after muted thud in a hot steaming mass. Though appearing solid, by the sound of its impact on the table one knew that it was of a soft consistency. Like scooped dense mashed potatoes would probably be a good description. Only extruded like thick rope. A very visible shudder coursed through Mandy's beautiful body. Still remaining posed in that same position, she brought the hand bracing herself from the floor to her gaping vagina. With her tongue slowly licking her bright red lipstick coated upper lip she began to slowly masturbate. She was so aroused and wet from her exhibition that we all could hear her fingers slishing at their endeavor. Her hips now began to subtly undulate. Her nipples were as stiff as stone. There wasn't a dry pussy or soft cock in the bunch. We all found ourselves slowly masturbating in time with Mandy. She was the leader of the band and we the band followed her direction.

Now I'm not surprised much when it comes to people's personal choice of sexual or sexually related acts to enflame to the greater orgasm. Hell when I was nine I and a same age girl friend (Janie) were coaxed by three of the young teen neighborhood boys into their tree house and coerced into a little preteen lesbian make out session for their pleasure. Mostly tongue kissing and feeling each other up. They also played a little touchy feely with us and showed us their budding young cocks but didn't pursue intercourse or even request oral (much to our secret disappointment). I know, I know, sounds pretty much like normal behavior for kids blasting their way into or through puberty. But it's what followed next along with so many other sexual experiences enjoyed as a child and as a young adult that contributed to my jaded station so early on in life. The three in unison suggested that we orally service my girl friend's mixed breed Bull Terrier. But that's another story. I will say that I would never have believed anything could cum that much. Its semen squirts never seemed to end. And we both found the offering to be quite palatable. So long story short… Even what's considered sexual anomalies doesn't surprise me much. Anyhow… What did happened next with Mandy I would have never guessed. It took my jaded senses by surprise. I never would have stereotyped her as being into such exquisitely delicious depravity.

Mandy stopped in mid titillation of her delightfully lathered clam and reaching to her side picked up an empty stem ware champagne glass that had tipped over. Bringing it between her legs and up to her dripping opening she began to urinate. The glass was fairly large and was filled almost to the brim by the time her flow was brought to an end. Whether she was finished or had pinched the flow off before her relief was complete I'm afraid we'll never know. Next she went from her squatting position and closing her legs knelt on the table with her chocolate offering piled to her side. She leaned back with buttocks pressed to the heels of her feet and looking straight into my eyes with eyes smoldering so intensely they appeared that they would at any moment burst into flames raised the glass and said, "I propose a personal toast from me to you, the precious bride of David". Capturing everyone's undivided attention she continued, "May the beauty of your life union my darling Allie with your chosen David last even forever. May you both never tire of the other and seek solace in the arms of another in a spiritual way. May you both share the physical with all who come your way that you may choose. May your orgasms forever be intense and bond you both together no matter who or what you may be experiencing them with. So it has been said. So it must be." With that said and while still looking me straight in the eyes she raised a hand to her breast and while tugging on a turgid nipple she with the other hand brought the glass to her lips. Proceeded by an almost inaudible little moan she tilted the glass and drank two thirds of its contents in just three or four mighty swallows. Stopping ever so briefly to lick her lips and take a breath she drank the remainder only swallowing the warm golden liquid more slowly this time obviously savoring flavor.

This no sooner accomplished she looked over to her husband Robby and said simply, "Help me feed my darling". Turning on her knees with her face over her pile of excrement she again arched her ass in the air, only this time not to ship something out, but to receive something in. And not something into the opening previously evacuated, but into the panting passion swollen opening that defined her as female. Her clitoris stuck out engorged the size of the tip of a child's little finger. It actually seemed to visually throb so great was Mandy's arousal. She was perched on the table on all fours as her husband mounted up behind her. Placing the head of his rather endowed rock hard cock against her split-lathered womanhood he with one abrupt snap of his muscular hips sunk into his wife to the balls. Without hesitation he began to gloriously pump her with long full outstroke to the tip then deep to the bottom plunges. She loudly moaned, "Ohhhh Fuuuuck yeeeessss!" Her soft hanging breasts were swinging with the movement of her copulating body. They jumped and jiggled with each pile driving impact of her husband's hips against her tautly stretched buttocks and the backs of her thighs.

She then lowered her face to the pile of her own excrement still hot from her body. Her husband watched over her shoulder waiting to see what her next move would be. We all had our eyes riveted with pusses and cocks dripping pre-lube all over the reception hall's polished wooden floor. From her request to be fed it should have been obvious to all what would likely transpire and that her husband surely had been a party to this request before, maybe even often. But things were moving so fast and the god of lust had us all so firmly in its grip no one was thinking beyond what their hand was engaged in. All the guys and us few girls were now masturbating vigorously. Mandy was now smelling her defecation, slowly drawling in the foul sweet aroma. It reminded the observer of a bitch dog that smells its deposit just after dropping it. It was coarse, base and animalistic. And it was beautiful. Some of you may wonder about the odor. It's common knowledge that shit stinks, sometimes more than others. Where Mandy's was concerned it was rather mild, at least this particular time. Plus when you are as turned on as we all were, you just plain don't notice such things.

But if the smell had been a problem it would not have remained so long. Because opening her mouth wide she had engulfed the top of the yellow brown pile. With a kind of sucking sound she vacuumed in a mouth-full. She chewed briefly as if chewing, as my analogy indicated its consistency as being, mashed potatoes and swallowed. Robby watching his wife perform this very personal perversion in front of others couldn't hold back and quickly emptied his balls of their sperm in a string of mighty ejaculatory spurts. I just love watching a guy's ass clench and grind when he ejaculates. His body shutters then freezes motion except for the barely noticeable undulation of his hips as he releases his seed. Yep, I just love it.

His orgasm matched well the timing of Mandy's first swallow which was perfect to set her off with a multiple orgasm that would prove to be of a very extensive duration. The room was full with exclamations of "Holy Shit!" "Did you see that?!" "Jeeeesus fuckin Christ! Are you seein this?!" Robby withdrew from his wife and offered his buddies to step up and use her for their own relief. Those who had not just shoot off all over their hand and the reception hall's polished wooden floor or had not just mounted one of the other three girls scrambled to get in line. David had recently moved behind me and pulled me to a standing position by my chair. Reaching down he lifted my wedding gown and placing one of my legs with my foot up on the chair he spread my buttocks and entered my rectum. I was quite used to anal intercourse and was usually relaxed enough where I needed little or no lube. This time was a cinch due to the fact that in my heated condition with my vagina spewing copious amounts of its own mucus as well as being quite full of various male's seed, I was down right sloppy down there and probably could have accommodated a tractor and trailer.

Mandy continued to eat her own shit, get gang banged and orgasm. She was cleaning the tablecloth of the last of her feeding while she continued fucking repeatedly to climax after climax when I finally let go of my control so as to reach my own pinnacle. David was now slamming it to me. He was squeezing my pregnant belly deeply and painfully with one of his large masculine hands while the other held my ass apart in a powerful grip. I wasn't really showing yet, but just puffy enough for him to manipulate. I was so fucking hot and his squeezing only heightened my condition of heated insanity. "Careful darling", I whispered into his ear. "You may harm or even kill the child". "Like that would bother you whore. Like it would be your first abortion", he whispered back. My David always had a knack for saying some outlandish thing at some outlandish time that would fire up my imagination and make my kitty wet or wetter. I just wickedly laughed under my breath remembering what a surprising turn-on the two abortions were that I had previously experienced. It was so wickedly exciting to snuff an unborn life for nothing more then to cover up illicit sexual practices. Mt attitude was if it must happen then some enjoyment should be granted and I found the whole concept and procedure amazingly sexually stimulating. You may think that's sick. Well just ask around of other women who have initiated control over their own destinies in such a way. You may be quite surprised at their answers. If you would like to know… One I knew who the father was. The other the result of a party gangbang I had absolutely no idea who the father was. Both the unborn were little girls and taken late in the fifth month and were secretly performed partial-birth abortions. If you are unfamiliar with the procedure just go on the Internet and punch "partial-birth abortion" into your favorite search engine. Then when you gasp in horror wondering how I could be aroused to orgasm by participating in such remember what I said previous… "If it must happen then some enjoyment should be granted", and I should add, "or enjoyment taken".

Harsh? Only by what we have been indoctrinated to believe by religion and government. I read a book written in the 1950s that has since become the foundation of what could be considered a new age religious sect. Some label it a cult. Whatever it may be classed the ideology of the book that it's inception was based on, like just about any ideology had points that could be gleaned and applied to one's personal circumstances or outlook. What interested me and what I eventually embraced was the concept (put simply) of in effect rebirthing your conscientiousness as well as and in particular your subconscious. Getting to the very fabric of your being or spirit and cleaning house. Purging all that has been indoctrinated by your current environment and previous environments since birth. Throwing it all in the fire. Cleansing yourself of habitual ways of thinking. Then one rebuilds. Rebuilds based on deliberate and cognitive reviews of the facts of one's life and surroundings as they in their truest and purest form really are. This will enable one to devoid themselves of such things as the joy killer "guilt" for instance. It will enable one to, with a clear vision reach and attain success in whatever endeavors they may chose. There will always be suffering and pain for many, in some form or another maybe even for most. We can succumb to grief and depression over what cannot be changed or find some joy at least for ourselves even if such joy we may have to fabricate. My unborn were not wanted. I deemed their demise as being much better for them then to be brought into a world especially such as ours currently is and be unloved and abandon. It was necessary to save them this tragedy. It could even be considered in principle as loving on my part to follow through on such a decision especially when considering the trauma and possible danger to my own body. Therefore I chose to embrace the role of the wicked woman casting off all moral restraint even to the degree of sacrificing her own fruit for the sake of depravity itself and yet performing a loving service for my unwanted. I would never sacrifice a living child or an even adult for blood lust. This to me was not the same. I could feel guilty and anguish over my sin which would have not done anyone any favor, but chose to enjoy the pleasure afforded by an act that the majority of society (at least in my area of the world) considers as being very being wicked. And being a woman made it oh so such more pleasurable. Is this not extremely selfish? By all means, YES! But is that not the human legacy?

I apologize for being long winded and going off on my little psychological sidebars. It's just that I write not only for the sexual pleasure that the reader experiences from the tips of his or her fingers playing insistently on their own reproductive organ as they visualize my descriptions. It is also for the sexual pleasure of the mind, of the intellect. For those who also masturbate with their mind over the concepts and reasoning of and leading to depravity. I write to bring as much pleasure as possible to as many as possible who will embrace the accounts of my depraved play and in fantasy make them their own. With each orgasm that my words bring forth I have mind fucked with yet another. I would never be able to fuck as many physically in ten life times as I can through the written word. This truth gives me much pleasure, which without… Why should I write? I often masturbate at my computer while writing thinking of how some male has just ejaculated all over himself visualizing what I had just penned while his wife sits in the adjacent room reading a bedtime story to their toddler. Or how I influenced some repressed woman to go out of town on her own to some back woods bar and get herself gang fucked in some dirty restroom and without protection. Then drives home smiling to herself to a dried up and sometimes abusive husband and their ungrateful two children with her swollen inflame vagina full and thick with warm mixed semen maybe from a dozen men. I am especially partial to my own gender. I find no greater pleasure then imagining females out there being aroused to a fevered orgasm by contemplating practically the ultimate of wickedness and depravity that I may mention. Again I ask… "Without such pleasure involved for myself and others why should I take my valuable time to write?"

Back to my wedding night… David's words of such delicious atrocity like the scene around me pushed me ever closer to the edge. It was going to be one of the best, and on our wedding day just after the ceremony and with all our friends cumming around us. Perfect! But what took me to the finale was what entered my mind as I watched how sensuously beautiful Mandy appeared eating the last of her own excrement. It was so exciting, almost spiritual. I wondered if she would eat mine. How delightfully free one must feel just to let go and shit into another human's consuming mouth I thought, especially a gender sister's. How empowering to know that she is actually swallowing what is considered as the vilest of human product to quench one of the most perverted sexual needs known and that it is being extruded from your own body. So beautiful I thought. A soft pretty feminine face positioned just below my spread buttocks, her warm breath on my rectum. It relaxes and opens to deliver. Full female lips encircle the beginning of what's being offered. Oh my God!!! How fuckinnng beautiful!!! How fucking hot!!! A most superb sexual turn on, maybe even the ultimate sexual turn on.

Then I remembered that Mandy and Robby were parents. They had a little boy and little girl. Linda was five and would soon be starting school. Robby Jr. was almost three. They were married soon after high school. Both their backgrounds were a bit sad. Parents split up and hostile towards one another. Alcoholism and drugs were a problem for one set of parents. No money for collage. Those types of things. When they met and fell in love they had a financial uphill battle to finally gain stability in their lives. But they made it. She's a stay at home mom. He has started a blacktop business and is doing quite well. I am so happy for them. They really have been a good example for our crowd, even for David and me who already think of ourselves as educated balanced and secure. Anyway… Tomorrow was Sunday. It would be a home cooked breakfast and off to church Sunday morning for Mandy's family. (Yes a lot of us so called perverts go to church.) She would wake them both up with a lingering good morning kiss as she tussled their hair. Her breath would be strong, maybe even foul from the activities of the prior evening. Christ… Her breath may even smell exactly like the shit she consumed. She would breathe such into her own children's faces. She would kiss their lips with the same lips that she used to eat her own shit just hours before. The children may pay no attention to make comment because Mommy's breath may often smell so. What a depraved hot bitch Mandy was (and still is). What a delicious picture to envision. I wondered if she would purposely not brush her teeth in order to expose her precious children in secret unbeknown to them their mother's vice. Or if her lips to theirs would inflame her to run to her bedroom and quickly toss off while considering such action as nothing more then the normal course of daily events for a woman such as herself. Then she will feed her children breakfast with her fingers freshly aromatic of her intimacy. It is when depravity becomes the day-to-day norm for a woman that she becomes so exquisitely delicious.

Then I wondered what other obscene intimacies her and her husband may be sharing with their children. With pictures and thoughts of some of the possibilities now exploding in my head I think it's needless to say that such thoughts are what finalized my entrance into orgasm heaven. The whooshing sound rushing in. The run away locomotive. The thundering climb to the pinnacle. Then a thousand waves crashing mightily to the shore. A super nova exploding into a shower of tens of thousands of shimmering lights. All of which combined the physical, the mental and the spirit into nothing more then a mass of quaking and throbbing pleasure receptors. The drug of the orgasm was finally administered. I was finally home.

After some moments in warm recovery la la land I again came to my senses. David was still deeply imbedded but soon pulled out with that familiar sloppy flop that regular fuckers are so used to hearing. The last of the male entourage was dismounting from Mandy. Robby was recuperating from a masturbated to orgasm while watching his wife perform. He approached her ass for clean up detail. It was a thing between them. Mandy just loved having her husband clean her out after an encounter. It wasn't a cuckold thing. For her it was an affirmation of his love for her and an acceptance of the kind of woman she was. For him it was a reminder of why he loved her in the first place and chose her as his wife. It was a personally intimate sharing experience. Nothing more. Sexual definitely. But spiritual as well. Thankfully I made it to her side first an announced that this dance was at the bride's request and the bride requested to dance with Mandy. Then sinking to my knees behind her I began to glutton myself on her sperm oozing birth opening. (I really like using that phrase.) I masturbated to another mild orgasm while performing this relished duty and brought her off again as well.

The evening wore on with everyone giving and taking. I haven't mentioned about all the bride's maids antics but there were many. The usual lesbian show of affection with tongues and strap-ons. A few of the guys also played as fags. Two ass fucks and a more then just a few mutual blowjobs. Just for fun. Plus they all were drunk about that time. It was a beautiful wedding. I know it may sound as if David, I, and our friends do nothing but play at fucking and depravity but nothing could be further from the truth. It's just that when it's put into words and presented in manuscript with such events being highlighted it sounds as if constant. Our wedding was what it was. It was how David and I both wished it to be for so many various pleasurable and physiological reasons. We felt that it was a great success and were quite satisfied. Satisfied in many ways. Many, many ways (giggle).

Regarding our wedding, though many things were planned and expected some course of events like Mandy's defecation and scat dinner just happened. It is that which is spontaneous that provides the spice of life I'm sure all will agree. No matter how much control we may feel that we have regarding our environment, our future and so forth, sometimes things just happen. Sometimes bad and unfortunate things. Other times wonderful and beautiful things like when little Joshua at age six secured his future role in our family.

Chapter Two: Daddy's Girl Joshua