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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.

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"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.

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