I wonder if they can see my knees shaking. I know they can see
my bottom. The attendants and our families are behind me, and my
exposed orbs must be the center of their attention. My breasts are
exposed to the minister, the nipples hard and pointing at him. If he
looks down, he can see the lips. Are they wet? But for some reason,
it’s my knees that concern me. My parents haven’t seen my bottom
since I was a girl. No one here besides my groom has seen it at all.
Yet now it’s fully exposed, framed by the garter belt and the
stockings white, of course. I’m also wearing my white shoes, my veil,
and my white cotton gloves. Everything else is gone. I am exposed to
the gaze of about 20 people. They will soon witness my total sub-
jugation. I am scared because I don’t know what is about to happen.

I wanted this situation. Yes, I asked for it. But I don’t know what
events are before me. I shiver with anticipation. You might know me
as a stock broker. That’s what I do in the real world. I’m young and
just getting started. It’s high pressure, long hours and lots of
decisions. I love it, but it drains me. As Michael and I got to know
each other while we dated, I confessed to him that I needed for home
to be an escape from the responsibility. I would give myself to him
in the privacy of our home if he would take the responsibility. He
could have me as a sex slave if it meant I didn’t have to make
decisions. He accepted and promised that he would see that I was
fucked hard and often.

That’s what I want. I love the feel of a cock thrusting in and out
of my body. I love to suck. I don’t care whether it’s cock, pussy,
tongue or tit. I’ll suck anything. I need to cum. I need it so badly.
I’ve been fingering myself since I was 13. By 15, I had a girlfriend
who did it with me. At 18, I gave my virginity to a boyfriend. Now,
at 22, I am Michael’s. He can do anything he wants with me. And when
we started making plans for our wedding, he told me it would be the
day that I show the world what a sex hungry, pleasure oriented, sub-
missive young woman I am. So I’ve been craving this moment, but that
doesn’t diminish my apprehension because I don’t know what’s to follow.

This morning we had a regular ceremony. My parents’ church, the wed-
ding march, candles, flowers. Lots of guests. And yes, in my vows I
promised to obey Michael. A few of us knew specifically what that
meant. To others, it was just the traditional vows. We went down the
aisle. We ate cake and drank champagne at the reception. Michael and
I departed in a limousine as guests threw rice. The guests went home.
All of them went home except a few who had been invited to a special
ceremony this afternoon. They slowly and knowingly filed into the
church’s smaller chapel. An hour after we left, the limousine
returned me and Michael to the church. I went into a room where
attendants waited.

They were still dressed from the ceremony. I’d changed into “travel
clothes” to maintain the pretense when we departed the reception, but
they helped me put back on the veil, gloves, garter belt, stockings
and shoes that I’d worn at the main ceremony. They added a gold chain
at my waist. That was all. My bush was shaved off early this morning.
My lips are smooth and bare. My nipples are turgid. My slit is wet.
And as they open the door, my father is outside to lead me down the
aisle again … to offer me to Michael in a different sense. My heart
is pounding. My eyes are focused on the minister as Daddy and I start
down the aisle. Michael is waiting for me at the altar. So are the
attendants just as they were at the big ceremony. My maid of honor and
two other bridesmaids. Michael’s best man and two ushers.

They’re all dressed like they were the first time. All eyes are upon
me. I am exposed. They can see my tits and my slit. I look straight
ahead. I can’t look them in the eye. I walk down the aisle on Daddy’s
arm. Daddy and I stop before the minister, who watches as Daddy steps
away and Michael moves beside me. “We are gathered now in this special
ceremony that Michael and Kathy have requested to consecrate a very
sacred part of their relationship,” the minister begins. “Kathy has
chosen to relinquish control over the sexual aspects of her marriage,
and Michael has chosen to accept full responsibility for Kathy’s sexual
fulfillment. They want to solemnize this commitment to each other and
to show each other how complete their commitment is.”

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

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

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

His voice was confident. “I do.”

“Michael, Kathy is now yours. Her body is under your control. You may
compel her to perform any act that you desire. May both of you know
joy and happiness. Kathy you should kneel.” I slowly fall to my knees.
Michael moves behind me. I hear the unmistakable sound of a zipper.

“Lean forward,” Michael says. “Open your legs.”

I obey. I support myself with my elbows and my knees. My slit is
visible to the guests. They can see my opening. Can see they see how
wet I am? I feel Michael moving behind me. I am vulnerable, but I am
his. He can do anything. I cannot object. His hands are upon my cheeks.
My buns. My ass. He pulls the orbs apart. My sphincter is exposed to
those assembled. My slit pouts between my legs. His cock brushes my
thigh. A streak of wetness. He guides it against my wet opening. The
cock is near. We are about to consummate our marriage as friends and
relatives watch. He will take me upon the altar. My bottom presented
to him and to them. I won’t see my husband the first time he takes me.
They will see me taken.

It is wicked; it excites me. His cock slides into my soft channel. I
moan. One long, slow stroke and he is imbedded. I feel him take me. It
is wonderful. My husband in my pussy. He is in control. The strokes
begin. Long, steady strokes as he withdraws and then plunges in again.
I am dripping with wetness. I am so hot. I will do anything for him
as long as he continues to fuck me.

“Take me, Michael.” It escapes my lips without thinking. I am sure
they all hear me. I don’t care; I want his cock. It feels so good to
be fucked. I moan as my husband does it to me for the first time.
Sure, we did it while we were dating. But now it’s special. We are
married, and they are watching. And I am giving myself to him totally.
The thrusting continues. He is so hard; he must be excited by the
circumstances. He is pounding into me relentlessly. It feels so good
to have my pussy fucked so vigorously.

“Who do you belong to?” the minister’s voice asks.

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

“Take me, Michael. Fuck my pussy,” I cry. And his moment arrives.
The grunting becomes a loud moan. He plunges into me deeply and
probes my depths. I feel his body twitching against me. His cock
pulsates, and then I feel the liquid flowing into me. His sperm
floods my channel. They are watching as he finishes in me. No
inhibitions. I am taken before them. Michael withdraws his cock.
My sex is bared now to those in the pews. They can see my bottom and
my lower lips. Michael’s sperm is puddled at my opening. Is it
dripping? Can they see his liquid escaping my grotto? The minister
steps forward. With my eyes at the ground, I see his feet move forward.

“Suck him,” Michael commands. It is the minister’s reward for
performing this unusual ceremony. I am to take him in my mouth. I
lift my head and raise my body. I kneel on the altar as the minister
moves before me. He stands still. I open his pants and withdraw his
rigid staff. My bottom still before the congregation. They surely
see his rod. But then I cover it with my mouth. I suck the minister.
My hand grasps the base of his shaft. My head bobs upon it. My hand
pumps his cock as my mouth provides the heat and the lubrication.

“Yes, my child. Honor me with your mouth,” he urges. “Show your
obedience to your husband and take me in your mouth.” The soothing
tone spurs me on. I want to please him. I want to show him my
appreciation. I want to show the audience my passion. My head bobs
before the preacher. I squeeze his masculinity with my hand. I hear
him grunt and then the liquid flows over my tongue. My mouth is
anointed. The fluid flows down my throat. I replace his prick in his
trousers and zip them closed. He stands back. Now Michael summons
his father my new father in law. He has witnessed everything. He is
moving toward me. With a finger, Michael smears the juices from my
pussy to my virgin bottom. Michael has never taken me there. No one
has. My husband stretches my virgin entrance with his finger.

I am to know a man there, and it will be my father in law. My
husband’s father will deflower my ass. I am swooning. It is such a
powerful fact. My husband gives my virgin ass to his father. He
kneels behind me, unzipping the trousers of his suit. I am sure he
is withdrawing his cock. I know the anticipation of waiting for a
penis behind me to make contact. But I have never known one where
this one is about to invade me. I am tense, but I am melting as I
succumb to Michael’s power. I am truly his, and he is giving my
bottom to his father. The knob nudges against my ring. He dips
his fingers into my slit for more lubrication and coats the tip of
his cock with it. He touches my opening with his fingers. The knob
presses more firmly. It imbeds slightly. The tip is in me, stretching
me.

The congregation watches as my virginity falls. His father must be
experienced, for he presses gently and firmly. He is steady and
insistent, but I feel no pain. He must have done this before, but I
haven’t. He is the first to stretch me there. An inch and then two.
He enters me, spreading the sphincter and penetrating my ass while
they watch. Where is Michael? I open my eyes and see him smiling a
dozen paces away. He is fully dressed, his cock concealed again. I
am the only one naked. I have no secrets, fully exposed.

The cock is halfway into me now. It is long. It seems much longer
than it probably is. Each inch is a challenge. I relax, and it eases
forward. Impaling me. Deflowering me. It must be three fourths of the
way in now. How much more is there? How much more can I take? My ass
is filled. I feel his legs pressing against my thighs. He is fully
within me. The cock is entirely within my bottom. He presses against
me and pushes to his full depth. And that is but one stroke. There
will be more. Slowly he pulls out and then slides in again. They
watch him pump me.

I am vanquished before my family, my husband’s family and our friends.
They watch my taking. My bottom stretched by a cock. The piston pumping
in and out of my ass. The pleasure begins. I moan. More wetness in my
pussy. The prick pumps in and out of me. I grip it, attempting to suck
the juices out. His pace quickens; he knows the way with a virgin ass.
He is skillful, introducing the penis to my bottom and then bringing
out my pleasure. I crave it. I look forward to each stroke. He is
pumping me harder now. I like it hard. Deep, fast strokes in my ass.
I moan loudly; my groaning is audible throughout the room. I want them
to hear me. I want them to hear my lust.

“Fuck my ass. Harder,” I beg.

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

“Suck your father,” Michael orders. I obey. My mouth covers the paternal
member. It is comforting. As a virtual stranger takes my ass, the
familiar man enters my mouth. I take solace from the sucking. I hunger
for it. I lower my head into my father’s lap and take his length in
my mouth. And what of the witnesses? They watch my conquering. What
do they think? Are they excited? Surely not as excited as I am. I am
in another world. I am lost in the feelings. I am so happy.

My father in law nears his peak. He slams into me with each stroke,
jarring my body as I suck my father. The staff in my bottom is swollen
and hot. I eagerly anticipate each stroke. I suck hungrily with my
mouth and welcome each stroke in my ass. The grunting behind me becomes
louder. It will happen soon. A final lunge into my orifice. The
spurting begins. I feel his prick pulsing in my bottom. I feel the
juice enter me. Filling me. I am no longer a virgin there. I have
now had a man in every orifice. My final barrier falls. I am fully
a woman. My father in law withdraws as I continue sucking Daddy. He
has watched my conquering up close. Did he look into my father in law’s
eyes while he came in my ass? Or did he watch the prick as it impaled
me? Or did he look at my mother? Was she looking at me?

Questions swirl in my mind as I worship my father with my mouth. I
am wild with lust now. I have yet to cum, and I want to. When will
I get to? When will Michael grant me relief? Will I be watched as I
cum? Will they hear me moan and scream in orgasm? Must I finish Daddy
first? A hand on my flank. Soft and gentle. A woman’s hand. I learn
later that she acted of her volition. Out of mercy. Not at Michael’s
instructions. She strokes my bottom and then her fingers enter my
valley.

She recognizes my need. “You need to cum, darling.” It is Michael’s
mother; I know her voice.

Her fingers are stroking my bud now. Knowledgeable fingers. No one
can touch a woman better than her own sex. Still sucking, I enjoy
the fingers between my legs. They manipulate my clitoris skillfully.
It won’t take long, for I am so hot and needy. Her motions lubricated
by the sperm of her son and of her husband. I am very wet. Certainly
I’m dripping onto the altar. I am drenched. And I am saturated with
lust. I am in heat. I will fuck anything. I will do anything for
Michael. The explosion in my groin begins. I scream on my father’s
prick. The fingers of my husband’s mother grant me relief as witnesses
watch. The minister presides over the scene.

Daddy moans. He is cumming. His sperm floods my mouth as I spend on
her fingers. The wonderful fluid washes over my tongue. I suck him
hard for every drop. It’s as if I’m cumming on his cock, though it’s
the fingers that make me cum. Still, I feel close to Daddy as I cum
with his manhood spurting into my mouth. I release him from my mouth.
Her fingers are removed. I collapse onto my side. I am weak in the
wake of my orgasm. But Michael is not finished with me. He gently
pulls at my shoulder to roll me onto my back. My legs are open toward
the sanctuary of the chapel. My sanctuary is visible. The shaved lips
that symbolize my relative innocence at the beginning of the day. The
abundant juices that demonstrate my lustful behavior.

My breasts heave atop my chest. Twin peaks that serve as a backdrop
for the valley in the foreground. A wet valley. A river flows through
the valley. Our wedding attendants move toward me. It is their turn
now. My maid of honor will be first. She moves astride my head and
lifts her dress. She wears nothing beneath it. She bares her bottom
to the congregation as she lifts her dress. Then she lowers herself
to my mouth. My maid of honor is queening me. My maid of honor is
putting her cunt to my mouth. I must service her while we are watched.
She is hot. The sight of my conquering has inflamed her.

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

I know he is excited. I saw the look in his eye as I danced last
night at the bachelor party. Yes, I was the entertainment for my
husband’s bachelor party. I had no choice. Michael made me. I danced
and stripped for them. He wouldn’t let anyone touch me. But I had to
touch myself. I had to make myself cum for them while they stood over
me. Some of them stroked their cocks and spurted on me. But the
best man didn’t. I noticed. He didn’t cum. He watched me lustfully
as I displayed myself lewdly for them. The horny men at the party.
Frigging myself for them. The best man was saving it for now. The
best man begins to pump me as I continue to lick. It won’t last long.
He is horny from last night. She is horny from watching me and from
my tongue. She cries as she cums, her pussy squeezing its juices into
my mouth. She screams as she vanquishes my mouth with her sex. The
best man groans and spurts into me. More liquid into my sheath.

The maid of honor is replaced by a bridesmaid. This one is my
husband’s sister. I believe she is a virgin. A hot, virgin cunt
covers my mouth. I suck it like the experienced one before it. An
usher is between my legs, replacing the best man. He fucks me, too.
My pussy is open for fucking. It welcomes their cocks. I will also
have the other bridesmaid and the other usher. They will all take
me. I will suck the three pussies and be fucked by the three cocks.
They fuck me hard. There is no pause. As each cums, he or she is
replaced by the next. I am so hot. I am desperate to cum again.
I want relief. The second usher finishes and withdraws. Jism flows
from my cunt. The puddles are visible to everyone watching.

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

I have no choice. They will witness the private act. Some people
live their entire lives without being watched during this intimate
moment. Now my family and my friends will watch me pleasure myself.
They will watch me do as I’ve done since I was 16. At that age, I
never imagined I would have a witness. Now they’re all going to see
it. They will watch me frig myself. My hands reach between my legs.
It feels strange without the hair. My fingers stroke the smooth lips,
marveling at the feeling. Not since I was a little girl have they
been bare like this. Not since before I learned to masturbate. I rub
juices over the lips. Now my finger presses between the lips. The
liquid is so abundant. It is everywhere. My fingers glide through
it. I focus on my clitoris quickly, for I want to cum so badly. I
don’t care if they watch. They have seen so much that this won’t
matter. I have taken sperm in every opening and have been queened.
I came on my mother in law’s fingers. Now they can watch me finish
myself. I stroke my clit.

I am practiced at this. Nine years of practice. Hundreds of times.
Perhaps thousands. I feel no inhibitions. I will cum and enjoy
myself; I don’t care who’s watching. This is so familiar. The
feeling of my fingers between my legs. Stroking my clit. Dancing
on it. Flipping it back and forth. Pressing it with my fingers.
Like a little girl, I play with myself. I rub my clit. I press the
magic button. The feelings build. I will cum soon. I know what it
feels like. I know the stages well. The spasms rip through my body.
I shriek. I am cumming. I tell the congregation with my screams.
They can see my fingers dancing in the wet. They see me lurch and
convulse. I am delirious. Pleasure wracks my body. I continue to
finger myself. As I slow, Michael tells me, “Do it again.” And I
do.

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