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     Slowly, Jim's and Tony's cocks softened and shrunk, and gradually
slipped out of her with audible plops.  Claire and Tony rolled off
Jim, and the three lay on their backs on the bed in a row, all still
breathing hard.  Her legs were spread open to let the air of the room
cool off her steamy crotch.

     Both her fuck hole and her asshole were gaping open, still
stretched wide from their recent prodding.  Slowly, copious quantities
of Jim's come began to run out of her pussy and down over her asshole,
where they mixed with equal quantities of Tony's, which was pouring
out of that orifice.  The two creamy male effluences mixed together
and ran down onto the bed, where they formed a warm, milky pool between
the cheeks of her ass.  They continued to lie there quietly for some
time more.

     At last, Tony gathered enough breath to speak.  "Wow!  That was
the greatest!  I never felt anything even remotely that good in my
life.  Do you two agree?"

     "You're damn right I agree!" Jim immediately answered, as
enthusiastically as he could muster under the circumstances.

     "It was unbelievably good for me too," Claire said.

     "I thought so," said Tony.  "Well, I guess we'd better get cleaned
up now, and then I think you should get dressed and leave, Jim.  I
don't know about Claire, but I sure as hell need to get some sleep.
I'm exhausted."

     "Me too," Claire chimed in.

     "You too, Claire?  It's not surprising with all the climaxes
you had.  Although Jim and I seemed to be doing all the work on that
last one.  You just laid there between us and had meat stuffed up
your holes.  I'm just kidding, of course.  You were great.  You both
were great."

     They all got cleaned up and then Jim bid them farewell and left.
Claire and Tony went to bed together, still naked, and before long,
they were sound asleep, snuggled together in each other's arms.  When
they woke up in the morning, he proceeded to drive her home.

     Tony complemented her the improved cooperative attitude she had
shown the evening before.  "Well, we really had a great time last
night.  I think we all had some new and very, very pleasant
experiences.  I want you to know that I'm very proud of you the way
you're letting yourself open up to new experiences and letting go
of your inhibitions.  Your training is coming along nicely.  Keep
up the good work."

     "I will," she replied.

     As they continued to drive along, Tony noticed that Claire seemed
very contemplative.  "Why so quiet?" he asked.  "Are you having regrets
about what we did last night?"

     "No," Claire answered quickly.  "I was just thinking about all
the arrangements I still have to make before my wedding.  It's less
than a month away.  You know that Bill and I have decided that, even
though this will be my second one, it's only his first, so we're going
to do it up right, long white gown, ushers and bridesmaids, big
reception, the whole bit."

     "That's nice," Tony commented.  "I like big weddings.  I am going
to be invited, aren't I?"

     "Of course, you're my brother-in-law, aren't you?"

     "Good.  I can't wait.  Where are you two going on your honeymoon?"

     "We've decided to go to Bermuda.  We reserved a cottage down
there for two weeks."

     "Bermuda, that's great.  Bermuda is beautiful this time of year.
You'll have a great time.

     "You know, I've been thinking.  With all the things you have
to get done before the wedding, you probably need all the time you
can get.  Maybe we shouldn't see each other again until after you
get back from your honeymoon," Tony suggested.

     "But that would be over a month!" Claire whimpered.  "I'll miss
you too much."

     "I'll miss you too, but you do need the time.  Besides, I'll
be at the reception.  I think it's better this way.  I want you and
Bill to have every possible chance to get your marriage off to a good
start.

     "It's decided then.  We won't go out together again until after
you get back from your honeymoon.  I'll give you a call a few days
after that."

     "O.K.," Claire answered.  I'll talk to you then."

     They pulled up to her door, kissed goodbye, and she went inside.
As she walked into her condo, She felt somewhat disappointed with
Tony's decision, but as she reflected on it, she knew he was right,
she needed every minute she could get to finalize the wedding plans
and finish making the arrangements.  She was grateful to Tony for
being so considerate.  She decided to make it up to him when she got
back, by trying her hardest to be more compliant to his wishes and
desires.

     The day of Claire's wedding finally came.  The weather was
beautiful, and everything seemed to go perfectly.  She hadn't seen
Tony at the wedding ceremony, but things had been so hectic there.
She was sure she'd get a chance to see him at the reception.

     Claire felt a little nervous as she and Bill, her new husband,
waited in the small private lounge upstairs from the reception hall
along with their wedding party for the band to get ready and all the
guests to arrive.  It had been a very long time since she had done
something like this, and she wondered whether people would think it
was rather presumptuous of her to get married for the second time
on such a grand scale.

     When the hall manager told them it was time to go downstairs,
however, all of a sudden she felt very calm.  This was way she and
Bill wanted it, and if anyone didn't like it, the hell with them!
When she and Bill, her new husband, entered the reception hall she
felt like the happiest, luckiest woman in the whole world.  In her
long, white gown, she looked absolutely radiant, everyone said so.
As they walked in, she noticed Tony standing behind a side table.
His seat was apparently at the back of the table, right next to the
wall.  He was smiling and clapping enthusiastically for the new couple.
It made her feel glad that he was happy for her.  "Tony is such a
wonderful person," she thought, "and I'm such a lucky woman to have
two guys like this."

     A couple of hours or so into the reception, after everyone had
eaten and the initial, more formal portion of the festivities had
ended, Claire and Bill decided to walk around to the tables to
personally greet their guests.

     When they got to the table where Tony sat, she bent over and
kissed him chastely on the cheek, just as she had every other male
guest.  As she did, he congratulated her warmly, but then he gently
but firmly grasped her arm, holding her face down near his.  He turned
his head and whispered in her ear.

     "Where is the room that you and your wedding party waited in
before you came into the reception?" he asked.

     She was somewhat surprised by the strange question, but answered
him anyway.  "It's right out the main door and up the stairway to
the right."

     "Meet me there in fifteen minutes," he whispered.

     "I can't leave Bill and all our guests," she replied.

     "It'll just be for a little while," Tony said.  Then he looked
directly into her eyes.  When she looked back at him, his stern
demeanor sent a chill down her spine.  She knew she'd better agree.

     "Alright, I'll be there, as long as it's just for a little while."

     Tony released Claire's arm and she straightened up, just as Bill
came over to her side to say hello to Tony and the other guests seated
in that area.  As Bill rested his arm casually around Claire's waist,
the other guests who were watching may have wondered why her face
looked so flushed.  If they did, they probably simply attributed it
to the blushing bride syndrome.  What neither they or Bill could see
because of some judicious use of the tablecloth to hide his actions,
was Tony's hand slip up under Claire's wedding gown and caress the
soft flesh of her inner thigh.

     Then she and Bill walked away together and continued their rounds
of the other tables, greeting the rest of their guests.  As they
departed from Tony's table, Claire glanced back at him over her
shoulder.  He was staring directly at her, and an extremely broad
grin literally covered his face.

     At the appointed time, she excused herself from Bill and headed
upstairs to the waiting room.  Bill thought nothing of it, thinking
she was simply going to the ladies room.

     When she entered the room, Tony was already there waiting for
her.  As soon as she closed the door, he walked up to her and took
her in his arms.  "You look positively beautiful today," he said
warmly, and kissed her on the mouth.

     She was grateful for the complement, but felt rather funny kissing
another man on the lips while her brand new husband of only a few
hours waited downstairs.  She tried to pull away.

     "Thank you, Tony, but I think I should get back downstairs before
I'm missed.  Bill will start to wonder where I've been."

     "Let him wonder for a while," he said, and kissed her again,
this time slipping his tongue into her mouth and his hand up to cover
her breast through the bodice of her gown.

     She tried to pull away again, but he held her tightly against
his body.

     "Please, Tony!  I just don't feel right about doing something
like this right here and now"

     "Oh you don't, do you?" he responded angrily.  "I bring you up
here to give you your wedding gift, and you take this high and mighty
attitude?  Well like it or not, I'm going to give you your present
right now.  What you want or don't want is not important, or did you
forget that already?"

     With that, he dragged her over to the long table that was in
the center of the room.  Spinning her around, he bent her over it,
face down.  Holding her there with his left hand in the middle of
her back, he pulled up the back of her long white gown with his right
and bunched it up above her waist.

     "Very nice," he said.  "Bill will surely like this set of matching
white garter belt and stockings you have on when he finally gets to
see them later, but what are these doing here?"

     He took the elastic at the waist of the sheer white string bikini
panties she had on between the tips of two fingers, and snapped it
sharply against her tender skin.

     She jumped from the sting.  "They're just part of the set," she
answered.

     "Is that right?" he commented.  "And just who gave you permission
to wear them?  I thought that our agreement prohibited you from wearing
panties at any time you were going to see me unless I gave you specific
permission to do so."

     "Well, yes, but this is my wedding day!  I didn't think it would
matter to you for just this one day, and besides, I didn't think you'd
see them, not today of all days."

     "Well, woman, you were obviously wrong, very wrong!"  With that,
Tony grasped the flimsy panties in his hand and roughly tore them
completely from her body.  He tossed them into the air, and they came
to rest on the floor in the far corner of the room.

     "Now," he continued, "I can give you your wedding present."

     Claire heard the unmistakable sound of his pants being unbuckled
and his zipper being opened.  "Please, Tony, no!  Not today!  Please,
not on my wedding day!"

     "What better time for me to give you your wedding present.  You
know, you really have  great ass and a beautiful cunt."

     His right hand slid heavily over both her buttocks, and then
dipped between her upper thighs probe her pussy.

     "You know," he said, "with all the protesting you're doing, your
cunt is dripping wet.  Although your mind may not like the idea of
what's going to happen now, your cunt certainly seems willing enough
to go along with the program."

     Claire felt two of his fingers enter her easily.  They felt good.
She knew she was very open and lubricating freely, and wondered if
Tony was right.

     The next thing she felt was the silky soft tip of Tony's stiff
dick pressing against her vulva.  He rubbed it up and down between
her cunt lips a few times, and them popped the head inside her.  She
gasped with a strange combination of humiliation and pleasure.  In
that instant, her mental conflict was resolved, and she decided that,
depraved as it might seem, she actually wanted Tony to fuck her on
her wedding day.  In a brief moment, the head of his cock was followed
by his shaft, and he started pumping in and out of her in long, slow,
but forceful strokes.

     As his long, throbbing cock churned in her pussy, she felt her
level of excitement rising higher and higher.  The speed of with which
his pumping organ penetrated her depths gradually increased.  Before
long, she was on the verge of orgasm.

     "Only a few more strokes," she thought, "a few more strokes of
his wonderful cock and I'll be there!"

     Al of a sudden, she was empty.  He had yanked his dick totally
out of her grasping cunt.  Before she could utter a sound to voice
her protest, she felt its pointed head press hard against her rectum.

     In her mind, she screamed "No!" but her lips remained silent.
She knew her nether hole was not lubricated enough to allow him to
enter it painlessly.  Her mouth began to open as she considered giving
voice to her silent protest, but by then it was too late.  He was
already stuffing his stiff prick deeply into her asshole.  The
lubrication provided by her other hole was barely enough to allow
it to enter, but not enough for it do so without causing her a great
deal of discomfort.

     "Please!" she pleaded.  "Please go easy!  You're hurting me!"

     Tony not only ignored her petition for mercy, he increased the
pressure until he was fully buried inside her ass.  Then he began
stroking it in and out at a rapid pace.  As he did, he reached under
her and manipulated her clit.  His attentions were successful in
bringing the little organ back to life, and her state of arousal
followed close behind.

     Soon, she was again on the verge of coming, as was he.  Their
climaxes burst over them like a tidal wave.  All was forgotten but
the pleasure that engulfed them.

     When their spasms ended, he pulled his wilting cock out of her
asshole, and wiped it on her wedding gown.

     "Congratulations on your marriage," he said.  "I know you'll
both be very happy together.  Just don't ever forget.  Your heart
may belong to Bill, but your mind, body and soul belong to me, and
they always will.  Enjoy your wedding night and your honeymoon.  I'll
see you when you get back."

     With that, Tony leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek.
Then he left her lying there obscenely on the table with her beautiful
white wedding gown draped up over her back, and his come dripping
out of her asshole.



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