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My Wedding (M+F, wife, exh, reluc)
by EazinAlong

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Copyright (c) 1997, EazinAlong.    ALL Rights Reserved

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without
the written permission of the author.  This story may be freely
distributed with this notice attached.  The author may be 
contacted by writing mrdouble@ix.netcom.com.

CELESTE REVIEWS WROTE:

"My Wedding" by EzinAlong.  The official wedding took place in the 
bride's parents' church, with a wedding march, candles, flowers, 
and lots of guests. In her vows she promised to obey Michael. To 
most of the people present, this was just a phrase in the 
traditional wedding vows. A select few who were invited to a 
separate ceremony later that day knew more specifically what that 
vow meant. The bride was a successful stockbroker, and she wanted 
no more stressful responsibility in her private life.  She had 
told Michael that she would give herself to him in the privacy of 
their home if he would assume all the responsibility. He could 
have her as a sex slave, if that meant she didn't have to make 
decisions.  This sounded like a bargain to Michael; and so now she 
stood naked except for a garter belt and a few sensual 
accouterments in front of a minister and an audience of 20 people 
- eager but apprehensive about what would happen next.

This is not your ordinary wedding ceremony.  I won't go into 
detail here. Use your imagination or read the story.  It's very 
well written.

Ratings for "My Wedding"
Athena (technical quality): 10; Venus (plot & character): 10; 
Celeste (appeal to reviewer): 10

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I wonder if they can see my knees shaking. I know they can see my 
bottom. The attendants and our families are behind me, and my 
exposed orbs must be the center of their attention. My breasts are 
exposed to the minister, the nipples hard and pointing at him. If 
he looks down, he can see the lips. Are they wet? But for some 
reason, it's my knees that concern me.

My parents haven't seen my bottom since I was a girl. No one else 
here besides my groom has seen it at all. Yet now it's fully 
exposed, framed by the garter belt and the stockings -- white, of 
course. I'm also wearing my white shoes, my veil, and my white 
cotton gloves. Everything else is gone. I am exposed to the gaze 
of about 20 people. They will soon witness my subjugation.

I am scared because I don't know what is about to happen. I wanted 
this situation. Yes, I asked for it. But I don't know what events 
are before me. I shiver with anticipation.

You might know me as a stock broker. That's what I do in the real 
world. I'm young and just getting started. It's high-pressure, 
long hours and lots of decisions. I love it, but it drains me. As 
Michael and I got to know each other while we dated, I confessed 
to him that I needed for home to be an escape from the 
responsibility. I would give myself to him in the privacy of our 
home if he would take the responsibility. He could have me as a 
sex slave if it meant I didn't have to make decisions.

He accepted and promised that he would see that I was fucked hard 
and often. That's what I want. I love the feel of a cock thrusting 
in and out of my body. I love to suck. I don't care whether it's 
cock, pussy, tongue or tit. I'll suck anything. I need to cum. I 
need it so badly. I've been fingering myself since I was 13. By 
15, I had a girlfriend who did it with me. At 18, I gave my 
virginity to a boyfriend. Now, at 22, I am Michael's. He can do 
anything he wants with me.

And when we started making plans for our wedding, he told me it 
would be the day that I show the world what a sex-hungry, 
pleasure-oriented, submissive young woman I am. So I've been 
craving this moment, but that doesn't diminish my apprehension 
because I don't know what's to follow.

This morning we had a regular ceremony. My parents' church, the 
wedding march, candles, flowers. Lots of guests. And yes, in my 
vows I promised to obey Michael. A few of us knew specifically 
what that meant. To others, it was just the traditional vows. We 
went down the aisle. We ate cake and drank champagne at the 
reception. Michael and I departed in a limousine as guests threw 
rice. The guests went home.

All of them went home except a few who had been invited to a 
special ceremony this afternoon. They slowly and knowingly filed 
into the church's smaller chapel. An hour after we left, the 
limousine returned me and Michael to the church. I went into a 
room where attendants waited. They were still dressed from the 
ceremony. I'd changed into "travel clothes" to maintain the 
pretense when we departed the reception, but they helped me put 
back on the veil, gloves, garter belt, stockings and shoes that 
I'd worn at the main ceremony. They added a gold chain at my 
waist.

That was all. My bush was shaved off early this morning. My lips 
are smooth and bare. My nipples are turgid. My slit is wet. And as 
they open the door, my father is outside to lead me down the aisle 
again ... to offer me to Michael in a different sense.

My heart is pounding. My eyes are focused on the minister as Daddy 
and I start down the aisle. Michael is waiting for me at the 
altar. So are the attendants ¥ just as they were at the big 
ceremony. My maid of honor and two other bridesmaids. Michael's 
best man and two ushers. They're all dressed like they were the 
first time. All eyes are upon me. I am exposed. They can see my 
tits and my slit. I look straight ahead. I can't look them in the 
eye. I walk down the aisle on Daddy's arm.

Daddy and I stop before the minister, who watches as Daddy steps 
away and Michael moves beside me.

"We are gathered now in this special ceremony that Michael and 
Renee have requested to consecrate a very sacred part of their 
relationship," the minister begins. "Renee has chosen to 
relinquish control over the sexual aspects of her marriage, and 
Michael has chosen to accept full responsibility for Renee's 
sexual fulfillment. They want to solemnize this commitment to each 
other and to show each other how complete their commitment is."

"Renee, do you give Michael total control over you sexually, for 
him to use your body in any manner that he chooses, to share you 
with others and to compel you to perform any sexual act that he 
shall desire?"

A lump forms in my throat; moisture fills my slit. "I do."

"Michael, do you accept complete responsibility for Renee's sexual 
satisfaction? Do you promise to protect her from harm and to see 
that she knows the full measure of love that you can provide?"

His voice was confident. "I do."

"Michael, Renee is now yours. Her body is under your control. You 
may compel her to perform any act that you desire. May both of you 
know joy and happiness. Renee you should kneel."

I slowly fall to my knees. Michael moves behind me. I hear the 
unmistakable sound of a zipper.

"Lean forward," Michael says. "Open your legs."

I obey. I support myself with my elbows and my knees. My slit is 
visible to the guests. They can see my opening. Can see they see 
how wet I am?

I feel Michael moving behind me. I am vulnerable, but I am his. He 
can do anything. I cannot object. His hands are upon my cheeks. My 
buns. My ass. He pulls the orbs apart. My sphincter is exposed to 
those assembled. My slit pouts between my legs.

His cock brushes my thigh. A streak of wetness. He guides it 
against my wet opening. The cock is near. We are about to 
consummate our marriage as friends and relatives watch. He will 
take me upon the altar. My bottom presented to him and to them. I 
won't see my husband the first time he takes me. They will see me 
taken. It is wicked; it excites me.

His cock slides into my soft channel. I moan. One long, slow 
stroke and he is imbedded. I feel him take me. It is wonderful. My 
husband in my pussy. He is in control. The strokes begin. Long, 
steady strokes as he withdraws and then plunges in again. I am 
dripping with wetness. I am so hot. I will do anything for him as 
long as he continues to fuck me. "Take me, Michael." It escapes my 
lips without thinking. I am sure they all hear me. I don't care; I 
want his cock. It feels so good to be fucked.

I moan as my husband does it to me for the first time. Sure, we 
did it while we were dating. But now it's special. We are married, 
and they are watching. And I am giving myself to him totally. The 
thrusting continues. He is so hard; he must be excited by the 
circumstances. He is pounding into me relentlessly. It feels so 
good to have my pussy fucked so vigorously.

"Who do you belong to?" the minister's voice asks.

"Michael," I reply loudly.

His cock continues pounding into me. I know I am drenching his 
prick with my effusions. I want him in my channel. I want him to 
cum in me. He is grunting. Like an animal he pumps me. His long, 
hot poker stokes my fires. Grunting louder now. I match his noise 
with my moans. I am whimpering, begging him to complete his 
conquest of me. "Take me, Michael. Fuck my pussy," I cry.

And his moment arrives. The grunting becomes a loud moan. He 
plunges into me deeply and probes my depths. I feel his body 
twitching against me. His cock pulsates, and then I feel the 
liquid flowing into me. His sperm floods my channel. They are 
watching as he finishes in me. No inhibitions. I am taken before 
them.

Michael withdraws his cock. My sex is bared now to those in the 
pews. They can see my bottom and my lower lips. Michael's sperm is 
puddled at my opening. Is it dripping? Can they see his liquid 
escaping my grotto?

The minister steps forward. With my eyes at the ground, I see his 
feet move forward. "Suck him," Michael commands. It is the 
minister's reward for performing this unusual ceremony. I am to 
take him in my mouth. I lift my head and raise my body. I kneel on 
the altar as the minister moves before me. He stands still. I open 
his pants and withdraw his rigid staff. My bottom still before the 
congregation. They surely see his rod. But then I cover it with my 
mouth. I suck the minister. 

My hand grasps the base of his shaft. My head bobs upon it. My 
hand pumps his cock as my mouth provides the heat and the 
lubrication. "Yes, my child. Honor me with your mouth," he urges. 
"Show your obedience to your husband and take me in your mouth."

The soothing tone spurs me on. I want to please him. I want to 
show him my appreciation. I want to show the audience my passion. 
My head bobs before the preacher. I squeeze his masculinity with 
my hand. I hear him grunt and then the liquid flows over my 
tongue. My mouth is anointed. The fluid flows down my throat. I 
replace his prick in his trousers and zip them closed. He stands 
back.

Now Michael summons his father -- my new father-in-law. He has 
witnessed everything. He is moving toward me. With a finger, 
Michael smears the juices from my pussy to my virgin bottom. 
Michael has never taken me there. No one has. My husband stretches 
my virgin entrance with his finger. I am to know a man there, and 
it will be my father-in-law. My husband's father will deflower my 
ass. I am swooning. It is such a powerful fact. My husband gives 
my virgin ass to his father.

He kneels behind me, unzipping the trousers of his suit. I am sure 
he is withdrawing his cock. I know the anticipation of waiting for 
a penis behind me to make contact. But I have never known one 
where this one is about to invade me. I am tense, but I am melting 
as I succumb to Michael's power. I am truly his, and he is giving 
my bottom to his father.

The knob nudges against my ring. He dips his fingers into my slit 
for more lubrication and coats the tip of his cock with it. He 
touches my opening with his fingers. The knob presses more firmly. 
It imbeds slightly. The tip is in me, stretching me. The 
congregation watches as my virginity falls. His father must be 
experienced, for he presses gently and firmly. He is steady and 
insistent, but I feel no pain. He must have done this before, but 
I haven't. He is the first to stretch me there. An inch and then 
two. He enters me, spreading the sphincter and penetrating my ass 
while they watch.

Where is Michael? I open my eyes and see him smiling a dozen paces 
away. He is fully dressed, his cock concealed again. I am the only 
one naked. I have no secrets, fully exposed.

The cock is halfway into me now. It is long. It seems much longer 
than it probably is. Each inch is a challenge. I relax, and it 
eases forward. Impaling me. Deflowering me. It must be three-
fourths of the way in now. How much more is there? How much more 
can I take? My ass is filled. I feel his legs pressing against my 
thighs. He is fully within me. The cock is entirely within my 
bottom. He presses against me and pushes to his full depth.

And that is but one stroke. There will be more. Slowly he pulls 
out and then slides in again. They watch him pump me. I am 
vanquished before my family, my husband's family and our friends. 
They watch my taking. My bottom stretched by a cock. The piston 
pumping in and out of my ass. The pleasure begins. I moan. More 
wetness in my pussy. The prick pumps in and out of me. I grip it, 
attempting to suck the juices out. His pace quickens; he knows the 
way with a virgin ass. He is skillful, introducing the penis to my 
bottom and then bringing out my pleasure. I crave it. I look 
forward to each stroke.

He is pumping me harder now. I like it hard. Deep, fast strokes in 
my ass. I moan loudly; my groaning is audible throughout the room. 
I want them to hear me. I want them to hear my lust. "Fuck my ass. 
Harder," I beg. The pumping continues. I am transported. Floating. 
Floating on clouds. Floating on clouds with a cock in my bottom.

I sense motion around me. I open my eyes as the cock continues to 
thrust in my bottom. I see my father moving to the altar. Michael 
has summoned Daddy to join us. Daddy walks beside me as my most 
private orifice is taken. He can see that I am impaled. He kneels 
at my head, facing the man who is sodomizing me. My father faces 
my father-in-law. My maid of honor unzips Daddy's pants and 
withdraws his rod. The penis that created me is before me now. It 
is swollen and red. A drop of fluid is on the tip.

"Suck your father," Michael orders. I obey. My mouth covers the 
paternal member. It is comforting. As a virtual stranger takes my 
ass, the familiar man enters my mouth. I take solace from the 
sucking. I hunger for it. I lower my head into my father's lap and 
take his length in my mouth.

And what of the witnesses? They watch my conquering. What do they 
think? Are they excited? Surely not as excited as I am . I am in 
another world. I am lost in the feelings. I am so happy.

My father-in-law nears his peak. He slams into me with each 
stroke, jarring my body as I suck my father. The staff in my 
bottom is swollen and hot. I eagerly anticipate each stroke. I 
suck hungrily with my mouth and welcome each stroke in my ass. The 
grunting behind me becomes louder. It will happen soon. A final 
lunge into my orifice. The spurting begins. I feel his prick 
pulsing in my bottom. I feel the juice enter me. Filling me. I am 
no longer a virgin there. I have now had a man in every orifice. 
My final barrier falls. I am fully a woman.

My father-in-law withdraws as I continue sucking Daddy. He has 
watched my conquering up close. Did he look into my father-in-
law's eyes while he came in my ass? Or did he watch the prick as 
it impaled me? Or did he look at my mother? Was she looking at me? 
Questions swirl in my mind as I worship my father with my mouth.

I am wild with lust now. I have yet to cum, and I want to. When 
will I get to? When will Michael grant me relief? Will I be 
watched as I cum? Will they hear me moan and scream in orgasm? 
Must I finish Daddy first?

A hand on my flank. Soft and gentle. A woman's hand. I learn later 
that she acted of her volition. Out of mercy. Not at Michael's 
instructions. She strokes my bottom and then her fingers enter my 
valley. She recognizes my need. "You need to cum, darling." It is 
Michael's mother; I know her voice. Her fingers are stroking my 
bud now. Knowledgeable fingers. No one can touch a woman better 
than her own sex.

Still sucking, I enjoy the fingers between my legs. They 
manipulate my clitoris skillfully. It won't take long, for I am so 
hot and needy. Her motions lubricated by the sperm of her son and 
of her husband. I am very wet. Certainly I'm dripping onto the 
altar. I am drenched. And I am saturated with lust. I am in heat. 
I will fuck anything. I will do anything for Michael.

The explosion in my groin begins. I scream on my father's prick. 
The fingers of my husband's mother grant me relief as witnesses 
watch. The minister presides over the scene. Daddy moans. He is 
cumming. His sperm floods my mouth as I spend on her fingers. The 
wonderful fluid washes over my tongue. I suck him hard for every 
drop. It's as if I'm cumming on his cock, though it's the fingers 
that make me cum. Still, I feel close to Daddy as I cum with his 
manhood spurting into my mouth.

I release him from my mouth. Her fingers are removed. I collapse 
onto my side. I am weak in the wake of my orgasm. But Michael is 
not finished with me. He gently pulls at my shoulder to roll me 
onto my back. My legs are open toward the sanctuary of the chapel. 
My sanctuary is visible. The shaved lips that symbolize my 
relative innocence at the beginning of the day. The abundant 
juices that demonstrate my lustful behavior.

My breasts heave atop my chest. Twin peaks that serve as a 
backdrop for the valley in the foreground. A wet valley. A river 
flows through the valley.

Our wedding attendants move toward me. It is their turn now. My 
maid of honor will be first. She moves astride my head and lifts 
her dress. She wears nothing beneath it. She bares her bottom to 
the congregation as she lifts her dress. Then she lowers herself 
to my mouth. My maid of honor is queening me. My maid of honor is 
putting her cunt to my mouth. I must service her while we are 
watched. She is hot. The sight of my conquering has inflamed her. 
I taste her juices. She was fucked recently. I can taste the sperm 
in her. She will release it all into my mouth as I suck her.

As I lick her, the best man moves between my legs. The other 
attendants cluster around me. They touch me everywhere. Sometimes 
they suck my nipples. The best man's cock nudges at my lips; my 
pussy is swollen from my orgasm. It is tight and engorged. It is 
wet. My juices and my husband's lubricate me. My husband's best 
man enters me. He will fuck me while I suck my maid of honor. He 
can see her bottom with my chin beneath it.

I know he is excited. I saw the look in his eye as I danced last 
night at the bachelor party. Yes, I was the entertainment for my 
husband's bachelor party. I had no choice. Michael made me. I 
danced and stripped for them. He wouldn't let anyone touch me. But 
I had to touch myself. I had to make myself cum for them while 
they stood over me. Some of them stroked their cocks and spurted 
on me. But the best man didn't. I noticed. He didn't cum. He 
watched me lustfully as I displayed myself lewdly for them. The 
horny men at the party. Frigging myself for them. The best man was 
saving it for now.

The best man begins to pump me as I continue to lick. It won't 
last long. He is horny from last night. She is horny from watching 
me and from my tongue. She cries as she cums, her pussy squeezing 
its juices into my mouth. She screams as she vanquishes my mouth 
with her sex. The best man groans and spurts into me. More liquid 
into my sheath.

The maid of honor is replaced by a bridesmaid.  This one is my 
husband's sister. I believe she is a virgin. A hot, virgin cunt 
covers my mouth. I suck it like the experienced one before it. An 
usher is between my legs, replacing the best man. He fucks me, 
too. My pussy is open for fucking. It welcomes their cocks. I will 
also have the other bridesmaid and the other usher. They will all 
take me. I will suck the three pussies and be fucked by the three 
cocks. They fuck me hard. There is no pause. As each cums, he or 
she is replaced by the next.

I am so hot. I am desperate to cum again. I want relief. The 
second usher finishes and withdraws. Jism flows from my cunt. The 
puddles are visible to everyone watching.

"Make yourself cum, darling," Michael tells me. "Use your fingers. 
Show everyone how wanton and obedient you are."

I have no choice. They will witness the private act. Some people 
live their entire lives without being watched during this intimate 
moment. Now my family and my friends will watch me pleasure 
myself. They will watch me do as I've done since I was 13. At that 
age, I never imagined I would have a witness. Now they're all 
going to see it. They will watch me frig myself.

My hands reach between my legs. It feels strange without the hair. 
My fingers stroke the smooth lips, marveling at the feeling. Not 
since I was a little girl have they been bare like this. Not since 
before I learned to masturbate. I rub juices over the lips. Now my 
finger presses between the lips. The liquid is so abundant. It is 
everywhere. My fingers glide through it. I focus on my clitoris 
quickly, for I want to cum so badly. I don't care if they watch. 
They have seen so much that this won't matter. I have taken sperm 
in every opening and have been queened. I came on my mother-in-
law's fingers. Now they can watch me finish myself.

I stroke my clit. I am practiced at this. Nine years of practice. 
Hundreds of times. Perhaps thousands. I feel no inhibitions. I 
will cum and enjoy myself; I don't care who's watching. This is so 
familiar. The feeling of my fingers between my legs. Stroking my 
clit. Dancing on it. Flipping it back and forth. Pressing it with 
my fingers. Like a little girl, I play with myself. I rub my clit. 
I press the magic button. The feelings build. I will cum soon. I 
know what it feels like. I know the stages well.

The spasms rip through my body. I shriek. I am cumming. I tell the 
congregation with my screams. They can see my fingers dancing in 
the wet. The see me lurch and convulse. I am delirious. Pleasure 
wracks my body. I continue to finger myself. As I slow, Michael 
tells me, "Do it again."

And I do. I pleasure myself again while they watch. After my 
second orgasm, he tells me to do it again. And again. And again. 
Five times I cum while they watch. Five times I masturbate. My 
mother and father see me. So do my husband's parents. And the 
minister. And our attendants. And our friends. They see what a 
sexual slave I am. They have known me carnally. They know I belong 
to Michael and that I will obey him totally.

I am vanquished. I am pleased. I am happy. I am in love with my 
husband and master.
