"Don't let Stevey in here!" Gina shrieked, "the groom is not supposed to see the bride until…"
"It's not Stevey, dear, it's your father," Mona said, brushing her daughter's long black hair until it shot sparks and hung down past her naked shoulders in a brightly shining ebony cascade. "Isn't she lovely, darling?" she asked the proud and glowing father of the bride as he stepped into the bedroom and closed the door behind himself.
"My God," Marcus croaked in genuine awe, "I swear I've never seen anything anybody more beautiful in my life."
Gina was dressed in a snow-white bridal gown, all lacy frills and flounces. The garment was completely open in the back, down to the cleavage between her buttocks. A diaphanous, see through halter encased her marvelous, pneumatic breasts like ripe fruit under cellophane. The skirt of the ensemble was also of transparent material, but consisted of several flouncy layers, like the dress of a prima ballerina. As she sat primly on the backless, padded dressing table stool, the skirt flounced out around Gina's bottom like white rose petals. The stiff, delicate material was hiked up in front, and through the mirror Marcus had a clear, unobstructed view all the way up to her sable-haired, moist-lipped cunt.
Marcus, who had just finished fucking Valerie, standing up, from behind, had not come into this room to fuck. In fact, he hadn't gone into the other room to fuck. Quite the contrary, fucking was the last thing on his mind. He was seeking a place to lie down, maybe catch a few winks, before the ceremony, which was scheduled for noon just one short hour away.
Valerie had been stark naked as she called out in answer to his knock: "If it's anybody but Dicky, come in!"
Peeking into the room, Marcus had seen the two lovely, sexy females, and his tired, aching cock had immediately sprung painfully hard within the confines of his black tuxedo trousers. Beverly's wedding costume had been just as sexy as Gina's, if not more so. To set off and accentuate her blondness, she was dressed in black black mesh.
She wore black mesh stockings that ended at the tops of her thighs. Her bodice was cut so low that her nipples were clearly visible, but had a reinforced cup sewn in that lifted her breasts higher than they naturally were, holding them up and out and inviting, like an offering to the gods. The knit, crocheted material clung to her tiny waist like a spiderweb. Holes, ranging from the size of a dime to the size of a silver dollar, were formed by the angling, criss-crossing, fishnet-like weaving, giving fleeting glimpses of naked flesh.
Beverly had been standing as her mother did her hair, and Marcus had stared and stared into the full length mirror before her, trying to determine if he could actually see the golden flashes of cunt hair through the netting. From behind, there was no question as to what one could see. The material clung to the round, sloping cheeks of her ass like a second skin. One thick black strand of the loosely stitched netting ran tautly, straight down the crack of her ass, further separating the resilient hillocks, pulling the skirt tighter, making it cup them, exaggerate them. The dress gave a smooth, unblemished polka dot effect.
The mini-gown ended scant inches below Beverly’s cunt, and though one might miss really seeing the tempting morsel by looking through the material, one could not miss it in all of its petal-like, pouting-lipped glory, were she in any other position than perfectly perpendicular.
Marcus hadn't wanted to fuck though, because he had been fucking practically nonstop for almost a week now. When the two families had gotten together last Sunday at noon, he and Cleveland had damn near fucked themselves to death before the sun went down. The first thing Monday morning they had both called into their offices, and gave themselves a much needed three weeks vacation, and the marathon, dual-family orgy had continued.
It was not just their daughters that the two horny satyrs could not get enough of, they both seemed to fall in love with their wives all over again. When the kids were bushed, fucked out, lying about the house sleeping soundly, the oldsters would still be humping away as though they were on their first, last, and only honeymoon.
Yesterday Friday Steve's and Dick's friends had arrived for the wedding. Instead of the four hot-cocked young men affording Marcus and Cleveland relief, however, their arrival had caused a renewed outburst of fuck energy that had left the two older men all but completely debilitated.
Snake, Tonto, Speedy, and Moose had come just as they had promised, but they surprised the two waiting families by three of them bringing their sisters. According to their plans, Moose was to have been Dick's best man, and Tonto was to have been Steve's. Nothing at all had been said about bridesmaids, but as a special surprise for their friends, Tonto had brought his fifteen-year-old sister, Liana, to be Beverly's bridesmaid and Speedy had brought his seventeen-year-old sister, Carla, to serve the same purpose for Gina. Moose had gotten into the act by bringing along his twenty-seven-year-old, married sister, Ellen, to be matron of honor.
In a hastily assembled, whispering group, the newly arrived men were questioned as to how far one could go with their sisters.
"That's what I brought Carla along to find out," Speedy had grinned, winking broadly. "I think she's fucking on the sly, and I know I've got the flaming hots for her pretty little ass, but we have never been really close enough to get it on. We dig each other, but up until now it's been hands off. What I want you guys to do is really pour on the heat. I don't care how you do it, let's just get her to fucking."
"I just got Liana's cherry since we left here last week," Tonto whispered. "I never would have even considered it until what happened here. I've fucked her three times already, and she's already hooked on cock, so no sweat Only trouble is, she's painfully shy, so don't approach her to fuck when anybody else is around not at first, at least but if you can get her off to herself have a ball she has just never learned to say no."
Carla was a tall, slender, green-eyed redhead. Her tits and ass were small, but on her willowy frame they were just perfect. Everybody agreed that it would be a gas seducing her. Liana, the fifteen-year-old Indian girl, had her silky black hair done in a long, thick braid that bounced off her full round asscheeks. She had huge, pensive, doelike eyes that seemed to illuminate her lovely heart-shaped face. Her breasts were conical, out-jutting, rising and falling with her breathing. She seemed uncomfortable, frightened in the boisterous crowd, and all the men decided on the spot to get her alone as quickly as possible.
"Shit, Ellen is married to a traveling salesman," Moose had informed them, "and when her dude is on the road, her crib looks like Grand Central Station the way the men pass in and out. Fact is, the only way I could get her to agree to make this trip was to promise her that she would get all the cock she could handle."
The chestnut-haired Ellen would have been just plain fat had she not been so voluptuously curvaceous. She was big-boned and solid. Her straight brown hair fell to her shoulder-blades. Her hot brown eyes darted from crotch, to crotch, male and female alike. She constantly licked her lush, pink lips, and her big, fleshy, brewery horse-sized ass riveted the attention of every male in the house.
Nobody knew later who started fucking whom, but in less than thirty minutes after the arrival of the wedding guests, everybody in the house was fucking, sucking, or both. Cleveland and Marcus had outdone themselves. Determined to show the younger men and the women that they were still the greatest, they had fucked like maniacs, going from girl to girl and back again for more and more and more.
Now staring hungrily at his future daughter-in-law's naked cunt through the mirror, and her mother's delicious ass through her tight red micro-dress, he was caught in a triple trap. He was too tired, and his cock was too sore to fuck, but he was too horny from looking at the two sex-oozing beauties not to. And should the scales tip in the direction of his getting just one more nut before they had to assemble downstairs for the wedding ceremony, he couldn't for the life of him decide which of the two would do the honors.
The problem was solved for him by Beverly's bridesmaid, Liana, sticking her head in the door to announce, "Reverend Haskins and his wife are here, Mona, and he wants to speak to you and Marcus and Cleveland and Valerie downstairs in the den, as soon as you get a moment."
"Go ahead with Liana, Marc," Mona said, "and tell them that I'll be right down."
Marcus followed the young girl down the stairs, wondering about this swinging, hippy-type preacher that Cleveland had engaged to perform the ceremony. According to Cleve and Val, Bobby and Stella Haskins were open, honest, uninhibited swingers who didn't give a damn who knew how much they fucked, and just how much they loved it. Bobby was nondenominational, of course, and the church that he had founded catered to homosexuals, prostitutes, and fellow swingers.
"God is love" were Bobby and Stella's watchwords, and as far as they both were concerned, fucking was the highest, most glorious expression of love. When he entered the den, he found Cleveland and Valerie already there. It was obvious that the two couples were more than just passing acquaintances, because the tall, thin, blond-haired preacher was standing in front of Valerie, absently finger-fucking her under the raised hem of her micro-dress. Cleve and the equally tall and thin but mousy brown-haired Stella were standing in a tongue-dueling embrace, with Cleve's big hand down inside the waist band of her tight cut-off jeans.
The handsome, bearded, long-haired preacher wore horn-rimmed glasses, and what with hair down to the middle of his back, he looked slightly effeminate. When he turned to face Marcus, however, the fistlike bulge in the crotch of his jeans left no doubts about his gender. Stella, on the other hand, looked slightly masculine. Her hair was cut shorter than her husband's, her pretty face was devoid of any trace of makeup, and her eyebrows were thick, un-plucked. Her breasts were small, but the nipples poked straight out against the thin material of the tee-shirt she wore, accentuating her braless-ness. Her thighs were slender and widely spaced at the crotch, and the cut-offs etched her fat lipped cunt like an open invitation to look, to fondle, to enjoy.
"Marcus," Cleveland said, "meet Bobby and Stella Haskins we've told you about them Stella Bob this is my best friend, and fellow father of one of the brides, and one of the grooms, Marcus Bianchi."
There were warm greetings and handshakes exchanged among the three, during which Stella dropped her hand to Marc's still half-hard cock, and grinned her appreciation. Marcus returned the gesture by lifting his big hand flat up between her widely spaced thighs. Her cunt was as soft and hot as it looked through the material of her jeans.
Mona came in, and the Haskins greeted her with even more warmth and affection. Both of them kissed her with excessive tongue action, both of them ran their hands up under her dress from behind and from in front, feeling, fingering, fondling.
"First," Bobby said, after the tactile explorations and small talk were over, "we want to congratulate all four of you on this perfect blending of your families. As yet we haven't had the pleasure of meeting your offspring, but if they have inherited anything of your physical beauty, sexual openness, love, and joy, then you and especially the young people themselves are truly blessed."
"Our only problem is," Stella interfered smoothly, taking over the words from her husband, "your asking us by telephone to officiate at this ceremony was not enough to let us know the true nature of what is to take place here today. Since we have swung with Cleveland and Valerie, and since they knew that we are both bisexual, insatiable hedonists, we assumed that asking us to perform a wedding was tantamount to inviting us to an orgy."
"Yet," Bobby took over, as though their words sprang from the same mind, "we find Marcus and Cleveland dressed to the bone in tuxedoes, the brides are even now getting dressed, and we assume that everybody else is doing the same."
"We apologize for our informal dress, and our presumptuous ideas as to what was to take place here today," Stella took over, "and I still have time to hop in the car, dash home, and pick up more appropriate apparel, if you wish."
"That is most considerate of you both," Cleveland said "and I apologize for not giving you more information over the phone. Valerie and I were leaving the active swinging scene when you two came along, and as I remember, we’ve only had one such encounter. We heard a lot about you, though, and I am sure that you heard quite a bit about us.
"We know that you dually perform weddings for homosexuals marrying each other, one man marrying several brides, or one woman marrying several grooms. We knew that you had married at least one brother to his sister, a widowed mother to her son, and a father to two of his teenaged daughters, with the mother happily participating as matron of honor."
"When Cleveland and Valerie told us about that last wedding, we flipped," Marcus broke in excitedly, "we knew right then and there that you and Stella would have to do this wedding for us, or nobody. You see, Bobby, marriage conventional marriage as we know it breaks up families rather than bringing them closer together, and we weren't about to lose this terrific love and togetherness we’ve found since we got together."
"Let me finish let me tell them what we have all decided," Mona spoke up. "In the first place, Bobby and Stella, the clothes you are wearing make no difference whatever. You won't find any of us ladies wearing bras or panties because we have burned them all, otherwise, we were all free to dress for the wedding or not dress at all as we saw fit.
"As for the ceremony that you are to perform, I'm sure that you will find it somewhat unique, even in light of your past experiences. We all belong to each other equally, freely, without conditions or restrictions of any kind. This wedding at best is merely symbolic of our love for each other, it has nothing whatever to do with giving anybody to anybody until death do them part. We don't give a damn about putting any sort of official, legal sanction on our loving and living together. So what we want you two to do is marry all of us."
"Oh, you mean you four want to be remarried to reinforce your happiness and approval of the marriage of your children," Bobby said "That's a splendid idea."
"No, you've got it all wrong," Valerie broke in, unable to contain herself, "we mean marry us all to each other. This may turn out to be the longest drawn-out wedding on record, but that's exactly what we want. After the kids are hitched, I am going to marry Steve, and Mona is going to marry Dick, then I'll marry Dick, and Mona will marry Steve. Both of our men will do the same by marrying both daughters and so on and so on."
"And so on and so on?" Bobby repeated with a laugh. "How much farther can it go?"
"All the way," Valerie replied. "When Mona said that we all belong to each other, she wasn't kidding. Nobody is to be left out no possible combination Mona and I will, marry, so will Marc and Cleve, and Dick and Steve me and Gina, Cleve and Steve need I go on?"
A loud knock at the door interrupted Bobby and Stella's laughing, clapping, hugging, and kissing approval of the arrangement.
"Yes what is it?" Cleveland called out.
"It's 11:50," Moose's voice came back. "What are you people doing in there fucking? Well, break it off, and give us all a chance to get it on, we're ready and waiting."
For the next five minutes there was a confusion of clapping, cheers, hugging, kissing, and laughter as everybody commented on and indicated their approval of the wedding costumes. Dick and Steve were both dressed in white, off-the-shoulder togas that ended at their knees, and bulged at the crotch from their massive erections.
Liana wore only a buckskinned loincloth that wasn't supposed even to completely cover her cunt and didn't. Carla wore a frilly, white apron large enough to cover her loins, with a bow in the back, and nothing else. Except for knee-length leather boots and elbow-length soft leather gloves, Ellen wore nothing on her statuesque, Amazon body. The best men wore nothing but tee-shirts. On Tonto's was the legend: "The family that lays together Stays together!" Across Moose's big, barrel chest was emblazoned: "Fuck ye one another!"
Unable to compete with the sexy get-up of the rest of them, Marcus, Cleveland, Bobby, and Stella simply stripped naked. Stella kept on her tee-shirt, Bobby didn't remove his glasses, and Cleve and Marc cracked everybody up by leaving their black bow ties around their necks.
The vows, spoken in unison by Bobby and Stella, and repeated by the marrying couples, had no relationship whatever to the traditional vows of a conventional wedding ceremony. They mentioned loving each other, caring for each other, fucking and being fucked, sucking and being sucked, sharing their sex freely with each other and with others outside their marriage as a matter of choice and desire. The vows abjured jealousy, possessiveness, and ownership.
Since there were four brides and four grooms, and each of them had to repeat their vows seven times as they were married again and again in every possible combination of two, the ceremony was a long one. Long before it was over, however, the fucking and sucking got underway.
To simplify matters, and release the marrying people as swiftly as possible to join the rapidly forming orgy, Bobby and Stella began marrying one person to everybody in both families, before going on to the next. By the time the last vow was repeated, everybody in the house was engaged in some sort of sex activity. Even Bobby was getting his cock sucked by the kneeling Carla, and Moose was standing behind Stella pounding cock into her ass.
Nobody had made any premeditated selections, they simply drifted together out of mutual availability and desire. Still, Steve ended up with Gina, Dick ended up with Beverly, Marcus ended up with Mona, and Cleveland ended up with Valerie. Snake, who had been fucking the lissome, lovely Liana for the past half hour, decided that he wanted to switch partners. He went from Steve to Dick to Cleveland to Marcus, asking them all to trade with him, but he could not get a taker.