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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.

To the really good authors out there, please forgive all the
incomplete and overly long sentences?    I'm still learning.    To
everybody else: if you can do better, please do so, often.  

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"Down the Aisle" (M/F, oral, anal, rom?, nc?) by Frenchy the Third


She walked down the aisle, my bride to be.  She wore white, which was
somewhat appropriate.  She was still a virgin, in her left ear, (or
maybe between her toes on her left foot?  I'm not 100% sure, the three
of us were pretty drunk that night, but that's another story, another
time).  She looked fantastic to me.  As she did the hesitation step to
the traditional wedding march, I remembered some female standup comic
asking: "When someone compliments a man on how attractive his wife is,
why do guys say 'Thanks.'  (pause)  What does that mean?  Like: "Yeah,
I'm pretty proud of her, myself.  I built her from a kit, ya know."
People laughed when she said it, but she wasn't too far off, in my
case.

Her name is Tonya.  She didn't like the associations that come with
that name, so her friends called her "Tawny", like a kitten.  She has
always been like a kitten, in that she can be very playful and likes a
lot of stroking, but she's far more trainable.  She doesn't have the
classic looks of a great beauty.  Actually she's rather plain looking.
I mean she doesn't scare small children or anything ,but her face is
just ordinary.  (What the hey, I'm no 'Ahhnold Hamandegger' myself, or
whoever male beauty is measured by.)  We met in college and slept
together for most of the school year before I was really sure she was
the one.  Tawny definitely was not the first woman I had slept with,
and I don't think she was the most sexually adept partner I had ever
had.  She just had this tremendous potential, you see.  She had the
basic requirements of a playful, but somewhat submissive personality
and she took my cock up her ass with absolutely no complaining (and
has learned to enjoy it, but that's another story, too).

I watched her steps down the aisle and thought back over a three year
engagement, as I had "helped" her become more and more what I wanted
in a wife.  I know Tawny didn't think it was going to take that long
to get married, I just didn't share all of my plans with her.  Not
that I encourage a husband's withholding secrets from his wife (even a
'to be'), but I don't think she would have understood what all was
going to be modified to be the new one and only.  She might have
refused initially, had she been required to agree to all the details
at once.  She didn't know them, of course, and I had a carefully
orchestrated flow that led her to being what I most desired.

Were those her first steps down the aisle?  She had bouncy short hair,
for our wedding, but it wasn't that way when I met her.  At first it
had been sort of a lifeless, thin helmet that didn't quite make it to
her shoulders.  We went to a stylist, who convinced her that she
really looked great with a shorter do and showed her how to get more
volume to her hair.  He deserved an Oscar for his performance and I
only tipped him ten times the amount of the haircut (of course, I gave
him half of that one week before Tawny came in to see him).  Her lips
in our wedding pictures are quite full.  They're not really original
equipment (so to speak).  Tawny has always seemed to have a generous
mouth, but her lips were very thin.  A little trip to the plastic
surgeon, once a year or so, has made her lips much more full.  They go
along with the short hair, in a manner of speaking.  They both make
oral sex far more pleasurable: no hair getting in her mouth or
blocking my vision of my penis being pleasured.  The more full lips
provide just that little extra stimulation to improve the overall
friction.

You see, sexually, I had already had this woman in every way I wanted.
You could say it had been like an extended test drive and now I was
finally ready to buy.  But one of my biggest concerns had always been
that, while she would give me a blowjob if I asked, she didn't want me
to come in her mouth and she certainly wouldn't swallow my come.
Well, that was my wedding present from her: she started swallowing
come the first night of the marriage.  She was comfortable with that
and had gotten use to the idea over the last few years.  I had to
overcome some abusive conditioning to get her to that point.

There had been a number of carefully planned enhancements in this
young lady, thanks to me.  Don't get me wrong, I was certain I wanted
to spend the rest of my life married to that woman.  I wanted her to
have my children.  I was committed to busting my buns to be the best
provider and most supportive mate that I could be.  I just wanted a
few "comfort factors" to be in place before we hunkered down for the
long run.  Does this seem rambling and confused? I suppose it would be
easier to start from the beginning with this.  Our story together
started in our college years...

Her previous lovers were put off by general bad body odor and a nasty
smelling pussy.  A little encouragement toward improved personal
hygiene and a trip to the college clinic (free, mind you) to clear up
a persistent yeast infection took care of those problems.  Some guys
have no ability to see past their nose (so to speak).  You have no
idea how easy it is for a woman to fall in love with a man who can
bring her some satisfying orgasms orally.  Besides that, there is
probably no greater compliment to your love skills than when her back
arches and she pushes her pussy into your face, in the throws of her
excitement.  On the other hand, maybe it's when she offers you her
anus for your sexual pleasure, without prompting from you, but I
digress.

Actually, I was pretty shamelessly manipulative about the whole thing.
You can call me a cold-hearted son of a bitch, if you want.  (It would
be nice if you would smile, if you're going to say it to my face, but
it's your call.)  I knew Tawny was completely in love with me by the
end of my senior year.  She's one year younger than I am.  On the last
day of the school year, I was leaving for job hunting and she was
staying for summer school.  I sent her a note and a box of candy.  The
note told her that I didn't think we could continue the relationship
any further and felt it would be best for both of us if we broke it
off now.  She was at my door in almost no time with huge tears and
sobbing to such an extent that half the dorm floor was wondering what
was going on, before I let her in my room and closed the door.  Yeah,
I'm a shit.  I never planned to break it off with her.  I needed her
in a vulnerable position to gain some important concessions.  So,
anyway, there she was, in my arms, sobbing her head off and asking:
"Why?...(snuffle, snuffle, shiver, shake, snuffle)...Why?..."

I calmly declared that I was afraid we were getting so close that we
would probably have to get married, but there were five things I must
have from a wife that I wasn't sure she could handle.  I said
something like: "I would love to have you as my wife, but I know we
can't be happy together as man and wife, if you can't agree to provide
for these five specific needs.  I'll tell you what.  I'll ask them one
at a time and you can say no any time you absolutely have to.  If you
can say yes to all my needs, I will ask you to be my wife.  But
they're not negotiable.  I have to have my wife's absolute commitment
to each need.  Do you want to be my wife, with these conditions?"  She
snuffled and shivered a little more and hugged me as hard as she could
and assured me: "...anything you want... you know I love you...
(snuffle, snuffle)... anything, just don't shut me out...
(snuffle)...".

I said to her: "Alright!  The first thing I need from you is that you
have to promise not to get fat.  I need you to promise to take care of
yourself.  I don't want you getting fat.  I absolutely can't deal with
a fat, lazy wife.  You look great right now, but if you're going to be
my wife you've got to make a commitment to keeping yourself looking
good."  I had met her mother, once, who had the same underlying body
shape and now looked like the bride of Frankenstein.  We're talking
about an abused woman who sought refuge in stuffing herself and trying
not to look attractive to her husband.  Never the less, I didn't want
Tawny reverting to what she might regard as "normal" for a woman, as
she grew older.  I also wanted to start with a demand that would be
easy to agree to instantly.  I mean, what woman is going to tell her
beloved that she is really looking forward to letting herself go and
becoming an old cow?  So, of course, she agreed immediately to that
demand and looked ready to say yes again.  I gave her a kiss and said
"Thank you, just four more things to go."

My next request was that she would have to shave herself for me, when
I asked.  She would have to shave herself or let me shave her, but
there was to be absolutely no hair under her arms or on her legs at
any time.  And, when I asked it of her, she was to shave herself
completely between her legs.  It could grow back if she wished, but
she must shave whenever I asked.  I told her: "You know how much I
love looking at your pussy and I want yours to look like the ones in
the magazines and the movies we enjoy."  We would both get hot sharing
letters from Penthouse, every once in a while, or watching the
occasional porn tape, so she knew what I meant.  "I think you would
much rather have me looking at your pussy than some other woman's, but
I want you to shave yours just like theirs."  Just to make it seem
there was some self interest for her in this, I added: "I want to eat
your pussy, not a hairball.  If I ask you to do this it's because I
want to eat a pussy that's specially prepared for a loving man to see
and enjoy without all that hair getting in the way.  Can you do that?"

Two months before, I had bought her a designer label bikini with an
intentionally low bottom.  She had been so excited to have the
expensive name on her clothing that she hadn't thought about how low
it crossed her belly.   We occasionally spent a weekend at a motel,
eating from room service and living in the hot tub and sauna.  (What
the hey, it gets cold in Fargo in the winter!)  This gave her
somewhere to wear the bikini. To accommodate the bikini and some
carefully selected panties from me she was already shaving a
significant bikini line without being upset, so this was just an
extension of what she was already doing.  She stopped snuffling, for
the moment, and quickly nodded and mumbled: "Okay..."

I wanted to make sure the long term carrot was out there and that she
was still in the "MUST answer yes" frame of mind, so I added:  "If
you're going to be my wife this might start today.  If you can say yes
to the other three things I need in a wife, you'll probably need to go
back and take a shower and shave that pussy.  Then you can give me a
call so I can come over and lick you until my tongue falls off and I
can fill you with all the come I have in me until we can be together
again."  A much more audible "Okay!" from her this time.  Again, I
gave her a kiss.  She was starting to beam through her tears.  I said
"I really want you to be my wife, just three more things I need."

The previous request had been a more demanding one.  Now I had another
one that I expected would be easy for her to accept.  Let her think
the remaining demands would be all be simple.  I said: "I want you to
dress sexy for me, when ever I ask you to.  We love each other, so
you'll just have to trust me not to embarrass you.  This might mean
such things as garters and stockings instead of panty hose, or high
heels instead of your usual flats, or occasionally going without
panties under a dress or all of the above along with some new outfits.
And, I might ask you to wear some special lingerie when it's just the
two of us.  There are going to be no limits except what the law
allows.  Can you do that?  You can buy whatever clothes you want,
whenever you want them, but if I pick out something that's really
important to me that you wear, then you have to wear it.  And, you
have do it with a smile and no regrets, and no back talk, and no
bitching.  Blushing is allowed, but absolutely no refusals.  Okay?"
Can you do that?  She didn't even stop to think about it before she
agreed to wear anything I wanted her to wear, anytime I wanted her to
wear it  Just please don't show too much of her body in front of her
family.

You see Tawny came from a poor family and had almost no wardrobe at
all, when I met her.  She was working her own way through college and
had moved out of an abusive home life while she was still in high
school.  I had bought her a few very tasteful clothes, as well as some
sexy underthings and had always praised her lavishly whenever she
chose to wear any of my purchases.  An extra good tonguing usually
provided a subconscious encouragement to leave the K-mart panties in
the drawer, when we were going to be together.  I made it a point to
let her go without as much vaginal pleasure, if she was wearing boring
underwear.  I never put it into words or withheld any activity, I just
didn't focus on her pleasure, as much as mine.  She unconsciously
learned to associate the sexy  things I bought her with a good time
and lots of positive attention.  That made it easier for her to agree
to my request. Over the years we've been together, I've added plenty
of sexy outfits.  True to my promise, she's never been arrested, but
she has been responsible for more than one hard-on, just walking down
the street on my arm.  And as far as showing her body to her family,
the less either of us see of her family, the happier we both are.
(Again, I digress, sorry...)  Her agreement to this demand was pretty
much a gimme and I received it quickly.  She was obviously in the mood
to give considerably more territory, if necessary.  Again, the kiss
and smile thing.  I said "I'm feeling pretty good about this, just two
more things I need from my wife."

"This is a tough one honey, but you know the reason already.  Will you
consent to wear my marks and rings, not knowing how or when or where
they will be placed on you?"  Did I mention I had required her to read
the "Story of O" by Pauline Reage?  That was a couple of months back,
while this plan was still forming.  She got this really worried look
on her face and was about to start some serious snuffling again, when
I pulled out some small boxes from my pockets.  "Tawny!... Hey.  Hey.
Take it easy!  I promise... No Branding Irons... ever!  Okay?"  She
looked a little bit relieved.  "This is just like the clothing, okay?
We'll go shopping for jewelry, together, lots of times, and you can
pick out things for yourself.  But you have to consent to this now,
without knowing what or how or when.  How about if I give you an idea
of what this might include?"  I opened the first box and there was a
huge diamond solitaire engagement ring.  "Now here's a ring I want to
place on you.  Your consent will mean you must wear this and wear it
everywhere?"  Yeah, she started crying again.  She reached for the
box, wanting to lift the ring out.  I stopped her, saying: "Wait now.
There's more to this."  I opened a second box containing two diamond
stud earrings.  "I suppose technically these aren't "rings", but they
can be in the future.  So I guess they would qualify as marks, for
right now.  This won't not be all of them, but how do you feel about
these?"  Tawny had never had her ears pierced, but I figured now was
the time.  Then I added: " And this?"  I opened a third box containing
a small, very thin ring with a tiny diamond chip on it.  

Tawny put her forehead on my shoulder, snuffled and asked very
quietly: "Where do those go?"  I gently pulled her head back and gave
her a peck on the forehead.  I told her: "Well, I suppose under the
terms I expect from you these could go into your nipples... or your
pussy lips... or maybe your nose?"  Her forehead was burrowing into my
shoulder and a tear was starting to slide down her cheeks.  My plans
definitely called for nipple rings and some genital piercings, but not
for some time yet.  However, no major tears... no loud refusals...
maybe these latter additions weren't going to be as difficult as I
thought.  Gotta stick with the plan though.

"Tawny, what I had in mind was that these go in your ears and this
goes in your navel.  I have an appointment for you this afternoon at
__________'s."  The place I named was a very 'stylish' (pronounce that
"expensive") little shop at the mall.  They did piercing by
appointment only and had supplied the jewelry I was presenting.  The
shop doesn't do erotic piercing, or tongues or stuff like that.  A
navel or a nose ring was as kinky as they would go and only for
clients who were paying well.  Her head was burrowing into my shoulder
and the words came out very quietly.  "I'm scared of getting my ears
pierced.  I'm really scared."  A little shiver actually ran though her
body.  She finished with: "You know what happened to Chris."

(Ya, right!)  'Christine' and her boyfriend got totally smashed at a
party one night and she let him try to pierce her navel by numbing her
with an ice cube and pushing a red hot safety pin through her skin.
Tawny and I just happened to be at the same party.  All of the girls
had gathered around like she was going to give birth or something.
Chris screamed bloody murder, the wound bled all over, and she wound
up with a really disgusting infection that took quite a few weeks for
the college health service to clear up  While they were treating the
infection, the hole closed up and all Chris ever got out of the whole
ordeal was a lot of pain and a navel with a lot of scar tissue.  I
told Tawny: "I don't want you to do anything unsafe.  ________'s can
do this with only the tiniest amount of pain.  They'll have the stuff
we need to prevent infection.  Hey... Look, I'll go with you.  I'll be
right there for you and hold your hand through the whole thing.  I
will always keep the safety of my wife as a first priority.  Don't you
know that much about me, yet?"  She took the earrings and navel ring,
from me and looked at them.  "Okay.," she said, very quietly, "but I'm
really scared about this."

"Tawny, if we're going to be married, you're going to have to put your
trust in me sometime.  That's what this is all about."  (Bull shit it
is, honey.  It's just part of the plan, but it's going to be
pleasurable for both of us, ...eventually.)  "If you can't trust me,
then we ought not to be getting married, right?"  Her response was a
little pout and a lot of nodding.  The words tumbled out again: "Okay,
but I'm just really scared."  I assured her: "This is just like a
private wedding vow, that we won't exchange in front of other people.
It's just between you and me.  If you're going to be my wife, I need
your consent okay?"  She looked at me and nodded again.  I told her to
repeat after me: "I consent to wear the marks and rings of..." and she
did.

And now for the grand finale. (Drum roll maestro, please?)  I still
had the engagement ring in my hand.  I got down on one knee and looked
her in the eye.  I said: " You've agreed to all my needs this far.
You can't back out, you know, if we get married.  These are solemn
promises on which our marriage is based.  You understand that?  She
nodded, her eyes tearing up again.  "Tawny, I'm going to ask you to
marry me if you can say yes to this last request."  I could see her
steeling herself to say yes to damn near anything, as long as it
didn't involve self immolation.  I started with: "I want you to take
care of yourself.  You have to do your best to keep that yeast
infection from coming back in your vagina."  Major relief swept across
her face and she wiped her tears and started to agree.  "Wait, I'm not
done!", I said.  "I want you to grant me the exclusive right to the
sexual use of your asshole.  No other man may make anal love with you,
from this time forward.  If you choose to let another man fuck you, if
you want to swing or something, I'll try to be supportive and
understanding, but I'm the only man you're to allow to fuck you in the
ass."  She was ready to almost burst with agreement, when I dropped
the last bomb.  "AND, beginning on our wedding night and forever
thereafter, you will allow me to come in your mouth and if I do, you
will swallow my come, without complaint.  That's what I want from
you."  She dropped to her knees in front of me, just like she had been
punched.  Her hands went up to her face and she started to really cry.
"(sob, sob)  Oh God... (snuffle) I want to be a good wife"...  Oh
God... (sob, sob)  Oh God..."

Ever the helpful suitor, I said: "Shhh, Tawny.  I'm not expecting this
until our wedding night.  You don't have to do anything different
until that night.  That can be your wedding present to me.  I'll
expect you to do it from then on, but not before.  And it's not like
it's something that's going to happen every single night."  She looked
at me quizzically  "And it isn't like you have to start tomorrow or
anytime soon, I figure we aren't going to be married for two years,
right?"  Her eyebrows shot up absolute amazement.  I quickly
continued:  "Look, your education is important to me.  I want you to
finish your degree and so do you.  I can help you pay for some of your
bills, now that we're going to be married.  I mean, if we are, that's
still up to you.  You're on the pill now aren't you?"  She nodded yes.
(She had told me she was, she had damn well better be.)  "Well they
say it takes two years to get the pill out of your system completely.
You want to have children don't you?  I want you to have my children."
I knew there was a significant NEED TO BREED, pent up in this gal, so
I was playing to some strong self interest here, and completely
ignoring the need to swallow, as if it were already a given.  "You
finish your degree.  I'll be getting a good job to support us.  You
can move in with me when your degree is complete and we can spend the
next year planning a terrific wedding.  After that, we can have kids
right away, if you want.  You know how we said we should plan to wait
until two years after we were married to have kids?  Well this would
be the same thing.  But, I guess that's up to you.  You still have a
decision to make, besides whether or not you want to marry me,
...cause I haven't officially asked you, yet.  So what do you say to
my last request: keep the yeast infections at bay, I'm the only man
you open your ass to, and you swallow, if I come in your mouth,
starting on our wedding night?"

I was a little concerned when she got her face all screwed up and a
beaten look crept into her eyes.  She wrung her hands in her lap and
spoke through tears running down her cheeks: "Alright... but please
don't go trying to ram your cock down my throat.  I'll make sure it's
good for you.  And I'm not going to lick the shit off your dick, if
you've been fucking me up the ass.  Pleeeassse?"

Geez, what have I wandered into here?  "Tawny!  That's sick!  Do you
really believe I would do something like that to you.  I sometimes
hold your head in my hands when your blowing me, but have I ever, even
once, forced myself on you?  No, I never have and I never will  And, I
would never do anything that would threaten your health or your life.
You're the most important person in the world to me.  I would never
allow you to do that, even if you wanted to.  Am I really that kind of
person, do you think?"  Some of the tension went out of her and her
voice was a little less stressed. "No, I guess you're not." she said.

I continued with: "I'm asking for this to begin on our wedding night,
two whole years from now.  If you don't think I'll be a caring husband
who deserves this from his wife, you can bail out any time you decide
you don't want me.  Right?"  She appeared to be looking at some point
in my shoulder, but she certainly didn't look like she was going to
leave.  Alrighty then, time for point, set, match.  "Then will you
agree to my needs and allow me to ask you to become my wife?"  She
hesitated, looked at the ring, looked at me.  I took her chin in my
hand and kissed her on the mouth.

"My love, will you do these things for me?"  She was still hesitating,
but the decision had already been made, I could tell.  "YES!" and a
big hug.  We were both on our knees, so I asked her to sit on the bed.
I proposed on one knee, as formally and politely as ever a woman could
want, and (big surprise) she accepted as nicely as ever a man could
want.

So, now it was time to exercise the options.  I stood her up and gave
her a big hug and kiss.  "Tawny, my love, I told you it might be
shaving time, if you said yes.  You did and it is.  I've just got a
few things to finish packing.  I'll do that while you're taking care
of yourself, and when you're done, why don't you try this on?"  I
opened my closet and took out an attractive, moderately sexy skirt and
a cropped top she had admired on our last trip to the mall.  "I think
it will be even better with these."  I brought out a pair of thigh
highs and a pair of spike heels to match the outfit.  I had enlisted
the help of a good looking and well dressed clerk to help me complete
the ensemble.  If she knew how to look good, I figured she could make
someone else look good.  "Give me a kiss and you'd better get going.
I want some quality time with your pussy before we have to be at
__________'s.  I figured it wouldn't break your heart if we don't eat
in the dorm cafeteria and have lunch at the mall instead?  Would that
be okay?"  It was quite acceptable and with her new clothes in a big
name shopping bag and the rock on her finger, she headed back to her
room.  I was pretty sure she was going to take the long route, with
stops at a few friends to show off the newest acquisitions.  No need
for her to hurry.  I wanted to have myself completely ready to check
out of the dorm, so I could spend as much time as possible with Tawny.

The phone eventually rang.  Her voice sounded a little funny to my
ears.  "I'm... ready" she said.  I asked her: "Have you shaved
yourself like I asked you to."  Her answer came out almost a hiss with
a little tremble in it: "Yesss."  I asked: "Are you wearing your new
outfit?"  She sounded confused when she said: "No, I'm waiting for
you... naked, I thought that would be what you wanted."  A naked woman
quivering with anticipation, you've gotta love that.  I like a woman
who thinks of my wants, but let's deal with that later.  I said: "You
get an A for effort Tawny, but I bought those clothes so I could watch
you take them off.  You put them on and meet me at the elevator on
your floor.  I'm leaving right now... Oh...,tell you what.  It's your
choice on whether you want to wear panties or not.  I love you.  Bye."
No hesitation or trembling from her this time: "I love you, too.
Bye."

I had already had my shower, so I was on the way in no time.  It took
only a few minutes to get to her dorm and up to her floor.  She was
waiting for me, obviously agitated, and practically dragged me back to
her room.  Not an easy task in high heels and I'm a lot bigger than
she is.  I certainly wasn't resisting, I just wasn't willing to run.
We got the door closed and she had a big kiss for me.  She amazed me
with: "You've got to take your clothes off and get on the bed."  Hey,
I can handle that, but who's running this fuck, anyway.  Let's make
the pot boil just a little more.  I said: "I think you should help me
take them off, how's that sound?"  It took a while with lots of
kissing and groping, but eventually I was sprawled across her bed, my
hands holding my head up and my penis doing its best to point out
individual ceiling tiles.  She stood in the middle of the room and
started to take her new shoes off.  I stopped her.  "Uh Uh, lover!
Those stay on.  The rest of the outfit comes off."  She blushed and
started to fiddle with the ties on her crop top.  I asked: "When do I
get to see what kind of shaving job you did?"  She froze for a second
and blushed even more.  So I asked: "How about right now?  Why don't
you take your skirt off for me?"

She turned so she was facing away from me and started to take off her
skirt.  I told her: "Tawny, I love your fanny, you know that, but
right now I'd rather see your face."  She couldn't bring her eyes to
meet mine, but she did get the skirt off.  She had done a pretty good
job for something that she later told me she had to do sitting on the
floor in the shower stall.  She was wearing her top, thigh highs and
heels and she look really good to me.  I said: "Come here, lover
girl."  She was in my arms in a flash and we rolled around on the bed
for a while.  I was certain I was going to have a premature
ejaculation when her very wet pussy lips rubbed on my penis.  I held
onto my load, but, man, she had me turned on.  Eventually I sat up and
she sat on my knee.  I kissed her and made her spread her legs, to
give me access to her.  

If you've ever had a young lady shave herself for you, then you know
where of I speak, otherwise you're going to have to take my word for
it.  The skin in that area, freshly shaven, is the softest smoothest
feeling.  I'll never get enough of it.  I told her how excellent her
shaving job was (and it was very good, for a first time).  I told her
how turned on and pleased I was and, in general, I spent at least a
full minute telling her how special she was.  I told her "you can
leave some hair here, if you want", pointing low on her belly, "but
there mustn't be any hair here" and I ran my fingers from her anus to
the top of her pussy slit.  I can also confirm that I had one very wet
leg, where the pussydew felt like it was pouring out of her.  I kept
rubbing and stroking her lips and running my finger in and out of her
slit, while we exchanged some deep kisses.

Finally, I said: "Say, you know, I really would like to eat this
pussy.  May I eat your pussy?"  She nodded and kissed me all the
harder.  I took her top off and kissed each nipple.  She sat on the
edge of the bed and I asked her to lay back.  I got on my knees on the
floor between her legs and then draped her legs over my shoulders.  I
started in on a pussy feast that must have lasted for 30 minutes or
more.  Honestly, I strained my tongue.  I talked funny for the next
three days, but Tawny had a great time.  Toward the end, I had a cheek
in each hand like melons and was doing the alphabet (licking her labia
in the shape of each alphabet letter, with suction on her clit between
each pair of letters).  She finally pulled my face away from her
snatch, sat up and told me she was too sore and worn out to keep
going.  I didn't argue, I just stood up with my erection pointed
straight at her face.  She asked: "Would you like me suck you for a
while?" (Would I? Oh, yeah!)

In less than a minute our positions were reversed and she was
inosculating an intensely appreciative penis.  She hadn't been sucking
for more than five minutes, when my balls started to tighten up.  She
could hardly not notice and she took me out of her mouth to ask: "Are
you going to come in my mouth?  I don't know if I'm really ready for
it, but I'll try it... for you."  (Hmmm, sounds like a little pushing
of the envelope here.  Nope, no excuses for not abiding by the letter
of the agreement.  If I don't abide by my word, why should she?)  I
quickly told her: "No way!  That's for our wedding night and not
before.  I expect you to observe your promises both to the letter and
in the spirit, so I can't do any less.  Do you still intend to keep
your five promises?"

She did and, yes, she remembered what they were, sort of.  "I have to
stay skinny, I have to shave my pussy and wear sexy clothes all the
time and wear your marks and rings and swallow your come."  I told
her: "That's pretty close, but you only have to shave your pussy and
wear sexy clothes if I ask you to.  And I hope you enjoy it just a
little too, don't you?"  Wellll..... Yeahhhh..... she did... a little.

You're wearing a ring of mine right now, is that a problem for you?
Do you wish you weren't?"  "NO!"

"Do you really want some other man to fuck you in the ass?"  "NO!"

"I don't expect you to swallow my come until our Wedding Night, but
from then on you will, if I happen to come in your mouth. Okay?"  She
responded with a nod and an "Okay."  So far everything was going well.

Indicating my penis, I asked "Where do you think I should put this?
I've gotta come or my balls are going to blow out.  I don't want to
come in your mouth, yet, but you've got me really turned on."  She
told me her pussy was too sore to possibly have intercourse.  I'd
never heard of such a thing, but who am I to argue.

Then, matter of factly, and rather quietly, she said: "You can put it
in my bottom.  I know you like that.  Would you like to... fuck me in
the ass?"  (Would I?)  I told her: "You are an incredible woman.  You
may be the world's most incredible lover."  I gave her a big kiss, but
had to cut back on the tongue action.  She was in the middle of the
bed, on her knees, with her head on her arms, immediately.  I started
looking around for something to use as lubrication, when, lo and
behold, she told me to look in her purse.  There was a brand new tube
of KY, still in the box.  Now how did that get there?  Well, never
look a gift horse in the mouth or make a lady wait, if she is willing
to take your cock in her ass.  I was lubed and ready to go in the time
it takes for two squirts and four rubs.  Never the less, I spent all
of it telling her what a special person she was, and what an
incredible lover she was and how lucky I was to have her as my
fiancee.

Getting into Tawny's ass has never been all that hard, she knows how
to relax, but I don't want to give you the idea that she isn't tight.
Tight and HOT.  Her asshole is like a wet, hot, velvet glove.  She can
grab you and make you wish you were never going to leave.  I always
take a lot of time on the first entry, or even the second if she's not
relaxed, but she was humping back at me almost immediately.  And I
mean really humping.  There was a slapping sound coming from where her
cheeks hit my thighs.  I almost always prefer to buttfuck a woman
doggy style and there we were, in my favorite position, but somehow
that day was different.  I asked her to get on top and ride me.

We had done this vaginally, many times, but seldom anally.  She sat up
and I rolled over on my back.  She swung a leg over my crotch and we
were ready.  She slipped me into her backdoor and was sliding up and
down almost before I knew it.  She started to actually milk my cock
with her ass muscles.  She would completely relax while thrusting down
on me.  Her sphincter would squeeze me when I was all the way inside
her and then she would pull that tight band aImost all the way to the
top of my penis.  Then she would relax, almost drop herself onto my
thighs and start over again.  I asked her to lean back and put her
hands on my knees, which she did without question.  The sight of her
little shaved pussy going up and down had me so stoked that I was
ready to pop in seconds.  I asked her to play with herself, to let me
see her play with her naked pussy.

I couldn't believe how shy she suddenly became.  After all the times
we had been together, she almost couldn't touch herself, while I was
watching.  It took a lot of coaxing, but finally she shut her eyes and
started to play with herself.  I let go with a load of come that felt
like she should have been shitting white for a week.  I think that was
one of the biggest orgasms I've ever had, both for intensity and
duration.  It went on and on.

She rode me more and more gently as I came to the end of my orgasm.
We both kind of collapsed in a heap, until eventually I got my breath
back.  I cleaned myself up with some kleenex and brought her some.
When she quit leaking my come, it was time to get dressed and head
out.  I asked her to put her new outfit on again.  Fortunately the
stockings and heels had made it through the action without taking any
hits, so she was already half way there.  She took great pains to
explain to me that she was wearing panties, with a liner, because she
didn't want to walk around with my come spilling out of her butt.  It
would leave a funny looking trail behind or else a kind of scummy flow
down the back of her legs, or maybe a wet spot on her skirt, depending
on how she walked or sat.  I could follow that logic and told her that
was fine by me.  If she needed my approval, she had it.  (Besides,
after an orgasm like that, I wouldn't need access to that part of her
for a while..., for sure...., but I didn't mention that.)

I stopped by a mens room to do a little better job of cleaning myself
and, as soon as I was out, we headed for the mall.  She made it
through the ear piercing with flying colors and the navel was over
almost as quickly.  She wasn't exactly anxious to go for any more
piercing, that day, but she wore the new ones with pride.  She
dutifully listened very carefully to the instructions on how to clean
the new openings, and to rotate the diamond studs and ring, and how
long it would be before we take them out to put in a new ones, and so
on.  She looked like she had conquered the world and I made a point,
again, of telling her how proud I was of her and how nice I thought
she looked.  The salesclerk managed to talk us into a tennis bracelet
to go with the studs and a necklace to go with the bracelet.  Tawny
seemed to feel much better about the piercing after that.  Go figure.

Where did I get all the money for this, being a college student
myself, at the time?.  My uncle died some time back, leaving me enough
to live poorly on for the rest of my life, or enough to have a lot of
fun with, if I was smart enough to invest wisely and not afraid to
work for a living.  I chose the latter course, but had a whole lot of
fun.  It made the tailoring of my wife possible, for instance.  (But,
again I digress.)

We headed for her favorite restaurant and I noticed she ordered a
salad and flavored water instead of the bacon cheeseburger with extra
fries and a malt.  So did I; maybe this healthy thing would be good
for both of us.  We stopped by a cart in the mall and selected an
ankle bracelet and two different styles of gold necklaces (no diamonds
on these).  I've always been a fan of the GOR novels, by John Norman.
I told her she must always have at least one necklace on, even in the
shower.  She was to put a second necklace on, before taking the first
one off.  She was most willing and maybe a little overwhelmed, so I
left it at that.  We dropped by the hair stylist that afternoon, too.
But, let's see, I already mentioned him.  The lips came a bit later,
so let's keep this thing in order.

Well, the next step down the aisle for Tawny was some body
modification.  I didn't know how open she would be to the idea, but I
had some definite plans.  You see poor Tawny's chest was flat as a
board.  She wore a halter top to the cafeteria once and didn't realize
it had ridden up on her.  She was giving several fellow diners a peek
at her right nipple, without even knowing it.  I suppose it should
have been sort of a turn on for me, but it was more of an
embarrassment.  There was absolutely nothing there to keep her top
from riding up.  I'm not a fanatic on breast size, but I do know how
nice it is to be able to fuck a woman between her tits.  The exactly
right size is when your penis can get some good friction, but still
stick out enough to be taken into her mouth at the end of each stroke.
I was certain that a pair of exactly that size would look fine on her.
Naturally the nipples could be puffy, as well. (If you don't know
about puffy nipples, there's an Internet Newsgroup dedicated to
pictures of women with puffy nipples.  Try it, you'll be hooked, too.)
Pierced nipples would be less of a problem, if there were something to
hang them on, at least in my plans.  

Now that we were engaged, she was spending weekends at my apartment.
It meant a lot of driving on the weekend to go pick her up and bring
her back, but I'll go a long way for some guaranteed great sex.  We
had always watched porn videos, along with some chemical relaxation,
as a prelude to good sex.  I started mixing in some tapes with
titfucking, along with the usual blowjobs and buttfucking.  Reruns of
"Babewatch" were also on the viewing list, if we were still watching
TV by that time.  I think she was wise to me, when the titfucking hit
the mix, because she asked if "I" wanted her to have "big tits".
Naturally I wasn't going to admit to it, but I did allow her to hear
me say that I thought they would look nice on her.  I quickly switched
this direction to a discussion of body modification in general.  Then
I asked her who was her favorite actress.

She looked at me and said: "I suppose yours is Pamela Lee."  I said:
"Well, she does have a couple of excellent attributes."  That
witticism won me a whack on the had with a couch pillow, which was
returned and which she returned, etc..  When we were done rolling
around on the floor and taking each others clothes off and rolling
around some more, etc., I made sure I was on top.  From my vantage
point I looked her in the eyes and said: "Yes, she has a couple of
excellent attributes.  I like looking at her breasts, like every
American male over the age of 10, but that's not all.  I like her
tattoos and I like her lips and smile.  Now what's the matter with
that; and you still haven't told me: who is your favorite actress?"
"I suppose there's nothing wrong." she said.  "I think Julia Roberts
is the best."  Keeping Tawny off balance, I told her I was glad she
had brought up Pamela, because I had decided that tonight I would
place two tattoos on her.  She was totally taken by surprise and not
necessarily supportive of the idea.

I had thought it was going to be tear city and I was pretty close.  I
reminded her of her promises and asked if she wanted to go back on
them.  She looked miserable, but managed to say "No."  I told her I
liked the Pamela tattoos, but I was afraid that I wasn't sure I wanted
anything that would show in public.  That seemed to help a little, but
she still didn't look too happy about the whole thing.  I reached over
to my jeans, fortunately they hadn't wound up too far away and pulled
out two of the temporary tattoos, like the grade school kids use.  I
said: "These go on you tonight, before I go in you tonight, or
there'll be no one eating your pussy tonight and you sleep on the
couch."  She took them from me, looked at them and asked if two meant
one for me and one for her.  I told her they were both for her and she
was to wait for me to apply them myself, later.  (I didn't tell her I
wanted to get the positioning "just right" before they became
permanent.)  She was still worried, so I crawled back on top of her,
gave her a quick kiss, and changed the subject.

I said: "You know you could look like Julia Roberts, if you wanted.
At least you could have the same smile and the same lips.  Those
didn't just grow that way you know."  She pouted her mouth and started
looking for dust bunnies under the couch or something, definitely not
looking at me.  Tawny's parents didn't spend any money on her teeth,
when it was needed.  I suppose what didn't go into liquor for her dad,
or get eaten by her mom, didn't leave much for anything else.  She had
an incisor that was snaggled over the other front teeth and a bunch of
poorly done, but huge fillings that had come over the years.  I tried
again: "You know a dentist could cap your teeth in no time at all and
you could have a smile every bit as gorgeous as any Hollywood actress.
Would you be willing to at least see a dentist about it?"  She tried
to equivocate, pleading lack of funds.  I told her that was the last
thing she had to worry about, as my wife to be.  If she was interested
in having a nicer looking smile, I would happily pay for any dental
bills.  She did her best effort to imitate Brer Rabbit being tossed
into the briar patch, but it was a done deal in short order.
Actually,  the appointments took several months to work out, but that
meant I was all the busier.  I needed a good plastic surgeon that was
reputable, had excellent references and some good experience, with a
broad definition of professionalism, but I'm getting ahead of myself,
again.

We finished the night with some apparently satisfactory tongue work,
on my part, and she tried a buttfuck with tattoos on her cheeks for
the first time.  I put two little hearts right where my thumbs go on
her cheeks, when I pull them open to put my penis up her ass.  It was
a memorable fuck and I believe that was the first time she had an
orgasm while playing with herself as I sodomized her.  That didn't
happen again for a long time, but it pleasantly surprised the both of
us.

The day Tawny finished her dental work we celebrated and I broke the
news that her reward for this was a chance to have lips just like
Julia Roberts.  She was doubtful as usual, but was so excited about
her terrific new smile (or so drunk on the champagne I had insisted
on) that she put up only token resistance.  We met for an appointment
with a plastic surgeon the next day.  He calmed her fears and told her
that the effects would be only temporary (like for six months to a
year) and that she could discontinue the small injections after that
time, if she didn't like the results.  We were there for the next
week's appointment and the work was done right in his office in a
relatively short time.  I had insisted that no pain must be involved
and he was as good as he said he was.  He wasn't cheap, but he was
good.  Tawny walked out of there with lips that screamed "cocksucking
pleasure."  She had no trouble speaking or eating.  In fact, she was
pretty proud of herself, once she got used to the change.  Her friends
rolled their eyes when they saw the new her, but most focused on the
new teeth, and her satisfaction with the whole process seemed
complete.  The titfucking videos continued to be a part of the each
weekend's bill of fare, however.

It didn't take long for us to try out her newly augmented lips,
sexually, and she was fantastic.  I came near to losing a load in her
mouth one night and just pulled out in time to splatter her chest.
She had this funny look in her eye, when I could focus enough to
notice.  She said: "You know, Dr. ________ does other things, too.  I
could have bigger tits, if you wanted me to."  I told her: "Honey, I
don't want you to have them just for me.  Do you want to have breasts?
It's not something that happens overnight and I don't think it's
entirely painless.  It's real surgery, not like some injections for
your lips.  I admit it would neat if you wanted to.  I mean, imagine
what the old boyfriends from high school would say, if the saw you
coming down the aisle, making Pamela Lee look like an ugly stepsister,
but it's something you should do for you, not for me."  (Butter
wouldn't melt in my mouth, right?)  She said: "Can we talk to the
doctor next week?"  Yes, we could.

It turned out the scheduling for surgery and the recovery time would
mean a delay in our planned wedding date (Oh, darn).  It was indeed
surgery of the major kind, and particularly in that it might have to
be done in steps, since "we" wanted to go from two mosquito bites to
the Playboy famous 36C.  We also wanted all of the bruising to be
gone.  Having a black and blue, very sore chest is not a great way to
spend your honeymoon.  The puffy nipples were an add on that the good
doctor and I agreed could be done for a few dollars more, as well as
the piercing, as long as she was under anesthetic.  We both agreed
that she didn't really need to okay them, it would just be part of the
same effort.  In fact, on the second operation, I think she was sort
of suspecting something was going on, when I insisted she shave
herself the night before the surgery.  On the other hand I damn near
strained my tongue again, which helped to allay her suspicions.

In the last operation, the good Dr. ________ gave her two beautifully
matched 36C breasts with puffy (and pierced) nipples, a pierced
clitoral hood and three small hoops in each labia majora.  She put up
a bit of a fuss, partly because it gave her a sore bottom as well as a
sore chest after the surgery, but mostly because I hadn't told her
about it ahead of time.  I reminded her of her promises, but she was
only partially mollified.  It took time, but she has grown accustomed
them over the years.  She can have some fantastic orgasms just playing
with that clitoral hood ring, but I still don't have the hang of it
yet.  I'm perfectly happy to let her play with it, while she rides my
penis in and out of her ass (or vagina; that part of her is not
suffering from neglect, I just prefer her back door.)  It took her a
while longer to get used to the breasts than it did for the larger
lips.  She had to get a whole new wardrobe of tops and most of her
dresses were a total loss as well.  An extended excuse for some
serious shopping and my insisting that certain good looking young men
were ogling her, from time to time, seemed to help her to get
comfortable with the new additions.  The good doctor had also insisted
that she exercise regularly to allow her smaller frame to support
breasts that size.  This fit perfectly with her promises to me and we
had fun looking for some new workout clothing, as well as the new
lingerie, new jewelry, etc.

Her only lasting complaint was that the rings required her to spend a
lot more time on her vaginal area and certain panties were very
uncomfortable.  I didn't really tell her that an increased focus on
her sexual parts and their readiness for me was the whole point.  I
did say that, as long as she wasn't proposing the K-mart megapants, I
would pay for whatever panties she needed.  The shaving of her pussy
was certainly a longer ritual now, but again it was part of my
unspoken plan.  She went along with it, but groused considerably while
getting used to it.

Lots of positive strokes, both verbally and financially were invested
in that woman over the remaining months of our engagement.  Not to
mention quite a few with my poor long suffering tongue, but don't feel
sorry for me.  "A man's got to do what a man's got to do."  And I
loved every minute of it.

So anyway, there she was walking down the aisle.  She 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 and all that exercise 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.

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