Message-ID: <5440eli$9711061726@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Frenchy the Third" Subject: "Down the Aisle - Part II" (M/F, oral, anal, rom?, nc?) by Frenchy the Third Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19971106204643.20453.qmail@hotmail.com> This is a fictional story. It contains graphic (I hope) descriptions of sexual activities, both with consent and otherwise. If you are not of legal age or likely to be offended by such words, please do not read it. ***************** "Down the Aisle - Part II" (M/F, oral, anal, rom?, nc?) by Frenchy the Third So anyway, there she was walking down the aisle. Tawny had originally picked out a dress with a huge hoop skirt. She looked like an english handbell, or maybe Little Bo Peep. Now that she had a figure to show off, I was pleased to see that her choice in dresses did just that. If there were any old boyfriends in the crowd, I know they were kicking themselves. She looked fantastic. Her attention to exercising and eating right had turned her butt from a brick shape into a beautiful heart shape, (and a small amount of liposuction six months before the wedding hadn't hurt anything either). Together with the new breasts and some four inch heels, she could incite a hard on from a statue. I don't think anyone noticed that she was walking a little funny. You know, like she had just been fucked in ass and had chains tying her labia together. At least, I don't think anyone noticed. Now how did that happen you may ask? I hope you're asking, cause I certainly plan to tell you. I don't remember how the topic came up, but we got smashed with friends one night and they shared their little secret that they had gotten it on, in the church, on their wedding day, just prior to the wedding ceremony. Tawny was amazed at the audacity and with a little coaxing from these friends, and lot from me, we decided that we should try the same stunt. Now, if you know anything about the details of a wedding, you know that it's a huge mess, with a ton of relatives who don't know each other. They are all milling around, all of them trying to be helpful to the bride and groom, who don't need all that much help. All that's really needed is someone to make sure his zipper is up and her dress is right side up, anything else is extra. A good photographer, the best man, or the maid of honor will probably take care of the rest during pictures. In the norm, prior to the ceremony, the party divides into two groups (the women with the bride and the men with the groom, in case you didn't know). Each group has their own turf and interaction between them is pretty limited. If we wanted to have a little time for a quick tryst, I figured we needed three people to pull it off. One person was needed to corral the men and keep them from wandering around to interrupt us. Another person would have to do the same for the ladies. As insurance, a third person should be acting as lookout, assuring we weren't interrupted by clergy or the occasional non-family well wisher, who might take it into their head to greet us before the ceremony. That third person would be the only one who might have to know what we were up to. That left only two people I had to concern myself with in particular other than Tawny and myself. Tawny's uncle, Frank, was a slimeball of the first water and could be counted on to never do what he was supposed to do. Tawny spent most of her time trying to keep him from pawing her, whenever he was around. He seemed to have moved in with Tawny's Mom, shortly after Tawny's dad drank himself to death. Some way of corralling him was needed. The other problem was going to be Tawny's mom. She was so insecure, by nature, that I was sure she would never let Tawny out of her sight. I thought about it as long as I could and decided that the same solution would probably fit both problems. We just needed to add a couple of "friends" to the wedding party and everything would be okay; a couple of professional "friends" that is. The tab for the wedding had just gone up a couple of thousand, plus tip, but what the hell, it was going to be worth it. It played out like this: We picked a huge church with a big fellowship hall and a humongous education wing and rented the whole shooting match. We did the pictures way before the ceremony, which left a lot of time to kill. I got all of the men finally located in one room, not too far from a bathroom, for convenience sake. A few bottles of champagne (...just to make sure it's drinkable for the dance later, guys. It's our duty to check it out.), and a TV with a sports channel made certain that no one would wander too far. Tawny did the same with the women, with help from her mother. That was the time for my "friends" to make their appearance. They got their page from me and the female "friend" came to tell Uncle Frank there was something on the brides side that needed his help and the minister needed me, alone, for something. The male "friend" did the same for Tawny and her mom. The two "friends" and their respective charges proceeded directly to the rooms I had specifically told my "friends" to use to keep their charges busy for the next fifteen minutes, at least. I had a video camera working from each side of the rooms, hidden in the ceiling tiles, so I could use anything interesting to my advantage later. And what did the tapes tell us about Uncle Frank and dear old Mom? Well strange you should mention that. I made sure I collected them up while Tawny and I were on our way for the honeymoon and previewed them as soon as possible. Uncle Frank's partner had had a rough time. Once she got him into a little pre-school classroom, Uncle Frank was all over her. She didn't have a chance to turn around before he had a hand up her skirt and down her front. He was nibbling her neck and trying to rip her panties aside while the door was still closing. She offered him a blowjob, as there obviously wasn't any need to worry about seducing him. He seemed to think that would be just dandy. He sidled over to the teacher's desk where we had located a bottle of champagne and two glasses. He drank a toast to himself from the bottle and told her to go ahead and get started. She stripped off her dress and knelt in front of him to unzip him. He concentrated on the champagne while she pulled out a really, sizable, semi-hard cock. She barely got it into her mouth before it grew into something that would have made rave reviews for any porno actor. Her head was bobbing back and forth while she had her hand going in a syncopated rhythm. Her cheeks were hollowing with the suction she was providing. She was doing what looked like a real good job, but apparently Uncle Frank had other ideas. Her hair was done up in whatever the women call one of those ponytails that stick out from the top of their head. (you know, like Pebbles Flintstone) I think it's kind of sexy on the right woman and it looked really good on her. Uncle Frank seemed to think it was there for a handle and he started using her hair to control her head movements. She was game, for a while, when he started moving her head back and forth, faster and faster. She even tried to go with him when he slapped her hand away from his cock, so he could go deeper into her mouth. He got really rough when he tried to force it in and out of her throat at that speed. I think she probably would have gone for it, if he hadn't insisted on setting his own speed. Anyway, she grabbed hold of his balls and gave them a good hard squeeze. That got his full attention, right away. He even took the bottle of champagne away from his mouth. She looked up at him and said: "I like it rough too, you son of a bitch, but we aren't going to hurt each other too much are we?" Uncle Frank gave a quick little shake of his head and she continued: "I think you've had about enough blow job. How about a good fuck?" She pulled his pants down the rest of the way and pushed him back over the desk. She stood up, pulled a rubber out of her purse and started to open it up. He complained right away, but she settle the matter by saying: "You wanna fuck or you want a hand job? He went for the first option and the rubber was on in seconds. She even gave it a quick squirt of some sort of lube from her purse. She climbed up on top of the desk (no mean feat in high heels), settled herself over him and proceeded to ride that cock like a bronking buck. Her hips were set for high oscillation and high speed. I do have to admit to a certain amount of jealousy after seeing Uncle Frank get what I paid for. She kept at it for several minutes and then said: " C'mon, Uncle Frank, don't just lay there, let's get into it." He sat up and start pulling her up and down on his dick. He captured a nipple with his mouth for a while. She was moving way too much to let him hang onto it for long. He made up for the loss by sticking two fingers up her ass. She let out a groan, that turned to a quiet screeching when he started running them in and out of her butt, while he picked up the pace on her cunt. (To this day, Tawny absolutely refuses to let me stick anything up her ass while I'm busy in her pussy, or vice versa. Coincidence? I think not!) The gal took it for a while and apparently made another decision on how to keep Uncle Frank busy. Between screeches, she said: "You wanna fuck me in the ass, Uncle Frank? Huh? Huh? Is that what you wanna do? You wanna fuck me up the ass? Why don't you fuck me in my ass?" Uncle Frank didn't need to be asked more than once. He stood up, pulled her off his lap and spun her around, so she was between him and the desk. He grabbed hold of both her nipples and squeezed till she screamed. Then he used them to pull her body down until she was bent over the desk. He let go of one nipple, just long enough to get his cock centered on her asshole, and drove himself home in one long push. She let out another screech, and settled into a steady moaning while he sawed in and out of her ass. He probably pumped her steadily, while torturing her nipples, for a good five minutes and then slowed down a little. He let go of one nipple again and started whacking her ass with each inward stroke. She really didn't like that and started telling him so in no uncertain terms. I think she had gotten to his third generation of illegitimate ancestors, when he announced he was going to come... in her mouth. She was in the middle of telling him: "No fucking way, you bastard...", when he pulled his cock out of her asshole and spun her around again. He punched her in the solar plexus and she collapsed to her knees. She was struggling just to breath while he got control of her head with one hand holding that tail of hair. He pulled back on the shit covered rubber with his other hand, until the head of his cock broke through the end of the rubber. He then tilted her head back and starting slapping her face. When her mouth opened, he forced his cock, with what was left of the rubber, down her throat. He was going for depth, not comfort on the next few strokes. The tape shows her neck bulging from the cock she was forced to swallow. It didn't take too long before he finally came. Which was good, because she was having trouble breathing in between gagging and retching. I don't think she had to swallow anything. He was far enough into her throat that his come probably just blew straight into her stomach. He held her with her chin against his balls, until he was almost soft again, and only then did he let her pull back from him. He pushed her to the floor, stripped off the shredded, but much cleaner rubber, zipped himself up, grabbed what was left of the bottle of champagne and headed for the door without a backwards look. She found her way to the waste basket and was thoroughly sick for several minutes. I guess she earned her tip. I had to mail it to her, though. I didn't see her at the reception. Tawny's dear old mom was in need of some serious sweet talking before she got down and dirty. A little of the bubbly had already found its way into her and she consumed plenty more while he was talking to her, not to mention the better part of a box of chocolates. It took some doing, but he was anxious to double his fee and his silver tongue was soon spit polishing her cunt. I would have guessed it had been a long time since she had had any, by the way she eventually jumped on him. He ate her for what seemed the longest time, before he got even a hint of a response. Somewhere around the time he had worked at least three fingers in and out of her cunt and one her ass, she started to really come alive. Then she wanted him to fuck her doggy style. She hadn't come after all that tongue work and while he furiously fed her some serious dick, she still couldn't seem to get over the edge. She was humping back at him and breathing like a berserk steam engine, but seemingly to no avail. Finally, after she had been playing with herself, while he was pouring it to her, she started begging him to spank her, hard. He let go with a few polite whacks to her fanny and she bellowed that she needed it "Hard". He let her have it with two more cracks that sounded like gunshots and she came thundering home with a screech. She started bawling and coming and must have taken several minutes to stop spasming, begging for "MORE!" the whole time. I thought that would be the end of it, but he got her to give him a blowjob and it was amazing how much cock could go down her throat. I made a mental note to suggest her daughter learn that trick. Anyway, Tawny's mom didn't have any compunctions about swallowing and would probably have started in for a second helping if her partner hadn't mentioned that they should probably make certain they weren't being missed by the others. He kept old mom busy for far longer that the twenty minutes I asked for. I figured he had earned his tip, too. With everybody from the wedding party corralled, that left Tawny and me some time to tear off a quick one. She met me in the hall, with her matron of honor to act as lookout. This was the same gal that we had had the threesome with, while we were both still in college. She wished us luck and promised she would knock on the door when we had only five minutes left. We closed the door in another little preschool classroom and just looked at each other. Tawny asked: "What do you want to do?" I poured us each a glass of champagne and asked her: "Have you shaved yourself like I asked you to?" Her reply was a big kiss and a "Why don't you check for yourself?" We both drained our glasses and made a team project out of pulling up her dress. I quickly discovered she wasn't wearing panties. Her genital jewelry were all in place, but that was all she was wearing "down there". Her stocking tops were wet from excitement and it's probably a good thing she was wearing a garter belt to hold them up, because her thighs were way too slick for anything to hang on to them. I felt she needed a good tongue lashing for such naughtiness and provided to give one to her pussy. She was pretty excited to start with, and by the time I had worked two fingers into her and was setting up a good suction on her clit, she was having a nice solid orgasm. While she was calming down, I pulled a small collection of gold chain out of my pocket. I said: "Here's your chance to be a virgin again, Tawny. I'm going to close your vagina for you. It's going to say "Do not open until after marriage." The look of concern vanished from her eyes when I explained that no piercing was involved. I was merely going to place one ring in the center of her genital hardware. The ring would act as a center point with short chains running to all of the other rings on her genitals. This would be a symbolic maidenhead for her until our wedding night. Her only question was: "Don't you want to come. I thought we were going to fuck?" You've gotta love a woman who keeps her mind on the important things. I finished the hook up and said: "Well, how does a woman satisfy her man, if she's going to stay a virgin? She gives him a blow job and then takes him up her ass, right? Well, here's your chance." She knelt in front of me, while I lowered my pants, remembering to remove the small tube of lube from my pocket before it was out of reach. She started out by licking me all over. Then she jacked me off, while blowing me kisses with her lips. Then, ever so slowly, she began taking my penis into her mouth. She kept the hand motion going, until I was too far into her mouth to leave room for her hand. I went just into her throat. She had never taken me this deeply before. Where did she learn that? Then she slowly pulled back and sucked and tongued the shaft all the way until it popped, audibly, out of her mouth. She jacked me, rapidly, with her hand while she looked up at me and asked: "Is that where you want to come tonight? Am I going to get a tummy full of your come? Hmmm? MMMM.... I hope so. It's going to be so good. I've had to wait a long time to swallow your come." She repeated that incredible slow motion deep throat twice more. Her hand got busy again, as she directed the next question directly to my penis: "Are you going to wait until tonight to come in my mouth or am I going get a tummyful right now? Hmmm?" Another deep throat stroke or two and I was ready to blow a load. I gently pulled her head away from my penis and said: "It's not our wedding night, yet. Don't you go tempting him, he's got a one track mind. I know 'cause he uses mine. How about a little back door action now?" She gave the head of my penis a quick smooch (I don't mind lipstick stains on my penis at all). Tawny stepped over to one of the little pre-school chairs. She bent over it, placing her hands on its top, spread her legs and looked at me from between her legs. "How about this? Would you like to take me like this?" she asked. With her high heels, she was just a touch higher than was comfortable for serious assfucking. She let go of the little chair, grabbed her wide spread ankles (God bless yoga classes) and bent her knees, putting her ass at the perfect height for me to slip my, by now, well lubricated penis into her ass. She warned me that I had total control of our forward and backward motion and asked me not to drop her. Her asshole was incredibly tight in that position. I don't think I had ever been that deep inside her guts. I started with a slow out stroke that had both of us moaning. I was really pumped up after the oral action and it wasn't going to take much to make me come. Tawny's body rocked back and forth on her heels, as I slowly stroked in and out of her asshole. She was the one who told me: "Faster! Faster!" I did my best to comply and started to really poke it to her. I was just about to blow my load when the knock at the door came and it opened slightly to give us a: "Hurry it up, you've got less than five minutes, caused we've gotta get Tawny's make up redone before we can go back to the bridal party." The interruption took a little of the steam out of me. Tawny straightened up, looked at my aching member, gave me a kiss, and said: "The job's not done, till I'm full of come." She got down on her knees, put her head to the floor and reached back with both hands to pull her cheeks apart, causing her asshole to wink at me. The jewelry in her genitals shone wetly in this position. I knelt behind her, slipped back into her welcoming hole and was enjoying a tremendous orgasm, deep in her butt, in a few incredibly satisfying strokes. We held that position until I had shriveled and carefully withdrawn from her. It was only then that I noticed something new in the neighborhood. Right where I normally place my thumbs were two brand new tattooed hearts, with her initials centered in the left heart and mine centered in the right. I gave them each a quick kiss and asked: "Where did these come from?" She said: "They're my other wedding present to you. But if you don't get up and find a wad of kleenex, quick, you're going to have a face full of come. You must have shot a gallon into me and I feel like I've really gotta fart." We found some tissues in the teacher's desk and caught the worst of the back flow. I was zipped up and Tawny was getting her skirt back down when our lookout came into the room. She said to us: "I assume he fucked you in the ass again, right?" We both just smiled. She continued: "So how is Tawny going to keep from dripping come all the way down the aisle and keep her dress from getting a wet spot if she has to sit down for the next hour and a half?" (OOPS! Busted! That could be a problem.) "You guys didn't think of that did you?" She pulled a wrapped tampon from her purse and looked at me. "Well it's a good thing I knew what you like." I know I had a puzzled look on my face. "Who do you think was holding her hand while she had her butt tattooed for you, you lucky shit?" Still looking at me she said: "You get out of here. You've had all the fun you get until tonight." She looked at Tawny and said: "I mean this nicely, honey, but, quick, 'Stick this up you ass.' Then we've gotta get you down to a ladies room and get your lips redone and your hair straightened out and..." I didn't hear the rest as the door closed behind me. The video tapes of that fuck are ones that I haven't shared with anyone, but there wasn't much more to it, before they were out of there. Tawny was in good hands and I did want to make it back to the groom's room before anybody got too excited about my not being with them. Uncle Frank strolled in a few minutes later, with a smirk on his face. He headed for the left over champagne, so I assumed he was taken care of. The male professional "friend" had just wandered back a few minutes before. He came over to let me know it was mission accomplished. I handed him an envelope and told him he was welcome to stick around for the rest of the fun, but on his own time. He had another appointment for that evening and slipped out quietly as the rest of us headed up to the sanctuary. So there she came, down the aisle. She had the right hair, a big beautiful smile with full sensuous lips and tits that were just the right size for fucking. Her asshole was hot, and tight, and full of my come. Her shaved genitals wore my rings and her butt wore my marks. (And she was happy about the whole thing.) I was going to get my cock sucked tonight and any other night, by a woman who would swallow my come. She really loved to fuck and I could fuck her in the ass if I wanted. Yeah, life was going to be good. ************* There it is campers. This is my second story. I have never written anything this long before. Let me know what you think, please? Thank you to the several people who bothered to respond to my request for feedback on my first story. Constructive criticism would be welcome again. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /