Chapter 6
The next morning at breakfast, Cassie announced, "I want to get paid."
"Paid for what?"
"Paid for my movies."
Jerry gulped in surprise, then took a sip of his coffee and said, "Why on earth?"
"All movie actors get paid."
He thought for a minute. "Okay, I'll talk to Heinie."
"Call him now," she said.
"Okay."
"I mean it."
"Don't you trust me?"
"As long as you get me some money."
Not knowing what had gotten into her, he called just to please her. Heinie predictably agreed to pay her.
"Okay," he said, hanging up the phone. "That's three movies-you've got a hundred and fifty dollars coming."
A hundred and fifty dollars? Stunned for a moment, she said, "It's worth more than that."
"That's what he usually pays."
"It's not enough."
"How much do you want?"
She thought for a moment, and said, "Mmm-a thousand dollars." Then she added, "For each picture."
"No way. Not a chance in the world. There's just not that kind of money in art films," Jerry said, his mind working, preparing to instruct the girl in sacrifice for the sake of art.
"If you don't give it to me, I'll go to the police and tell them you tied me up and had men rape me," she said.
"Shit," Jerry said, mind working fast. The actors would all lie their asses off on the witness stand, of course, but that was no way to convince a jury of anything. On the other hand, the film itself would be damning unless the girl claimed to have been acting. He knew that film, once they got it to the theater and rented it out in other cities, would make them a mint.
"I'll tell them that the cowboy stuck me with a thorn until I said I'd suck his cock," she said.
Jerry shuddered. That, too, was damning. And Caryl Chessman had been executed for less!
"I'll talk to Heinie," he said. "I'll go over to see him in a little while."
"Okay."
Puzzled, he frowned, and after a moment asked, "What do you want all this money for, anyway?"
"I want to go to Hollywood," she said.
"Cassie!" he said. "Cassie! I love you. I told you so just last night. You can't leave me and go to Hollywood now!"
She bit her lip and almost burst into tears. He pulled her around the table and onto his lap to cradle her. Her head on his shoulder, she gasped for breath as she struggled to control herself. Then, as he continued to rock her and say, "I love you," she whispered into his ear, "You-you don't either."
"Why, of course I do," he said, drawing back to look at her face. "I love you very much."
She didn't say anything, but her brow crinkled and she tried to turn her face away. He held her by the chin and, full of resolve, said, "Cassie, I want you to marry me."
The girl's heart jumped. Jumped right into her throat. For a minute she couldn't speak. Could Jerry be serious, she wondered. Might he love her really and truly, after all? If he married her, well....
"I'm serious," he said, his eyes wide and unflinching. He reminded her of a movie actor in she'd-forgotten-what-movie, maybe Rocky Gibraltar in The Wild River.
"Okay," she whispered, "if you really want to."
It was settled. They set a date two weeks off. Yes, he told her, soothingly, she could have a white gown, a gown and all the trimmings. Yes, it could even be in a church if she wanted. Providing the reverend didn't object to movie cameras.
"You'll want to make a movie of it?"
"Why, sure. You'll be ungodly beautiful in a white wedding gown. We'll have to take pictures of it for our grandkids."
She frowned, trying to picture a wedding with movie cameras. Trying to picture the wedding, for that matter. "Okay," she said. "But you'll have to pay me for that one, too."
Jerry now frowned. "What do you need money for if you're going to be my wife?"
She pursed her lips and shrugged. "Everyone needs money. And if I'm going to be a movie actress and you're going to make movies about me, well ... I ought to have my own spending money," she said. "I mean, if I'm going to be your wife, you'll be spending some money on me anyway-won't you?"
"Of course," he said. "And we'll have a grand wedding."
She still wasn't absolutely positive that Jerry meant it all, but as the first week wore through he seemed to be serious. He didn't get bored with talking about it and he seemed to be making as many plans about it as she was. He was always running off, saying he had to talk to someone about the wedding.
He'd even opened up a bank account for her under her own name. The bank man had promised her her own checks in three weeks, and had given her a receipt for three thousand dollars. Heinie had seemed glad to give her the money after she signed a paper for him. She hadn't been able to read the paper since there were funny big words written on it. Jerry had explained that the paper said that she accepted this money in return for services rendered (what she'd done) as a movie actress, that she had been acting her very best and considered this full and proper remuneration (pay).
Jerry had convinced Heinie that the money was well-spent; that, quite frankly, the girl's obviously passionate fucking and vivid easily photographed climaxes were well worth it. Screen Test was doing very well; they had several other one-fuck films playing with it and it was obviously the best. Most customers would stay to see it twice, even if they'd cum in their pants and had to sit through all the other movies again. Frontier Rape was feature-length, running over an hour and a half, and would bring them a windfall-but they needed that statement from the girl, so why not go along with her?
Jerry wanted her wedding gown to be empire-waisted; he thought the high waist made her irresistible as the bosom of the dress caught the hang and sway of her breasts. Beyond that, he let her pick it out herself, aware that most grooms do not even see the wedding gown before the fateful day.
The wedding was to be on a Monday. A week before it, Jerry told her that they couldn't fuck for the rest of the week, that when the preacher said, "You may kiss the bride," he wanted her to be able to give him the most passionate kiss anyone had ever been given. Tickled, she blushed and nodded her head, not knowing what her easy promise would cost her in agonized frustration.
In a relatively short span of time, the girl had become used to being fucked very regularly, and had taken to it like a fish to water. Some days she had done a hell of a lot of very hard fucking, but the next day she was always ready for another, her pussy creaming at the thought of it.
Four times a day for the next few days she would remind herself that she had made a promise, and thus she said nothing to Jerry. Thursday morning, however, she awoke early after a night of fitful sleep and indescribable dreams to find she was slick and wet not only in her cunt but all along the crack between her buttocks. She groped for Jerry and found that he had a giant erection. Without giving it another thought, she straddled him, placing a knee on either side of his waist, and impaled herself on his upright penis. Her buttocks quivered as she wagged herself from side to side, and she opened her mouth with delight as the velvety head of his huge prick touched the very end of her vagina. She began moving her hips rapidly to and fro as she pumped smoothly up and down, shuddering, her breasts wobbling as she bounced.
Jerry, realizing that his dream was more than a dream, opened his eyes, smiled, and reached for her tits with their hobbling nipples red and erect. Then, remembering, he frowned and gave the girl a shove, almost lifting her off him by her tits alone. "We can't do this!" he cried. "Come on! You promised!"
The girl wailed, looking hurt, and almost burst into tears. He tried to comfort her, but she was sullen all morning. When he left she sat in the easy chair, slumped and biting a fingernail. He had said he was going out on "business" for an hour or so. It occurred to the girl that she didn't know what business he was involved in. Here she was about to marry him, and she didn't even know what he did for work! It seemed to her that a wife ought to know that about a man.
In his own frustration, Jerry forgot his briefcase and was forced to return for it twenty minutes later. He opened the door to find Cassie in the easy chair, one leg over an arm and her other leg stretched out in the opposite direction. Her skirt was up and she had her hands between her legs. Shutting the door noislessly, he frowned and walked over to her. Her face was flushed, her eyes shut tight, and she appeared to be muttering to herself. When Jerry saw what she was doing his mouth dropped open. She was screwing herself with a Coke bottle! Jerry had never seen this; while he'd sniggered about it as a kid like everyone else, he'd never realized women actually did it.
Angry at her for breaking her promise, he pulled the bottle out with a plop. Cassie's eyes went open with alarm, her mouth shaped the word "No" several times before she said, "No! No! Please let me! I won't do it again before the wedding, but I've got to, I can't wait a whole week!" And so saying, her hands strummed her pussy like a piano keyboard, playing over the inner lips and spreading them. Jerry realized that she actually couldn't wait and figured she'd get this hot again in another four days. It was just how he wanted her.
He dropped to his knees and slowly shoved the Coke bottle back in, twisting it around as it had been. Through the glass of the bottle he could see the interior of her cunt, its compressed ridges rippling against the glass and magnified by it.
"In and out a little," she said, and he thought, "Yes, the suction, and so he ground it in and out a little as he twisted it. The girl held her pelvis still for the bottle, as still as she was able. From her knees to her neck her whole body shimmied, her taut muscles twitching as her thighs jiggled, her tummy rippled, and her breasts quivered, their red nipples pointing and dancing. Then she arched her back upward several inches to get more of the bottle and jerked her hips violently as her orgasm shook her body.
As Jerry fumbled to get his fly open, she seemed to fall into a swoon, coming awake and active only when he'd penetrated her with his aching cock. She rotated her hips, but Jerry realized that her muscles, so recently stretched by the bottle, had not yet relaxed, could not be drawn tight, and although he appreciated her slickness and enthusiasm, he disengaged himself to turn her over.
Ever since Big John had so mercilessly stretched her asshole with his over-large cock, Jerry had made use of her anterior passage. Now, realizing he wanted to fuck her in the ass, Cassie spread her soft globes for him to render accessible her tight pink ring and revealing the slightly browner skin of her crack.
Jerry positioned his glans and grasped her hips to pull her back onto him. Her rectum widened and slid slowly over his throbbing cock's head. She moaned as her tight ring reached the base of his cock. Jerry's hips began to jerk reflexively as he looked ceilingward, bracing himself on the arms of the chair. Cassie bucked her hips along with him. She moaned and rocked back and forth as her breasts rubbed the knotted cloth of the chair. When she felt his first spurt of cum hit her bowels, she reached for his testicles and rubbed his soft scrotum into her seeping, fur-lined pussy lips and clitoris; then, without warning, she came with him.
Jerry wasn't going to take another chance. He kept a pretty good eye on her the day before the wedding, but detected no visible signs of acute frustration, keeping her busy and taking her on a drive in the afternoon. Early in the morning of the wedding day he told her to get everything ready, and she did, looking happy as a lark, her face flushed, wanting to kiss him every few minutes. After she had laid her dress out on the bed and taken a bath, he told her they were going to play a game. She giggled when he tied her up in the easy chair, fastening her widespread legs to the corners of the coffee table and her wrists together. Then he put some pillows behind her back. She laughed and seemed to think he was being silly.
Among his movie props, he found some long stiff wing-feathers from a turkey. These had been used once on a girl in a movie. Jerry knew he had to shatter completely that happy calm of hers. She frowned in curiosity when he approached with a feather in each hand, and sat on the coffee table between her legs. She smiled slightly when he applied the feathers to her armpits and ran them down her rib cage and back. She frowned again when he began to trace circles around the rise of each breast. She closed her eyes and her lips parted as the tips of the feathers teased her stiffening nipples, bringing them full-swollen and alertly to life. She began panting when he began flicking those bright red nipples with his feathers, and she had arched her back to bring her breasts up before he finished with them. Cassie began to breathe more easily when he moved his attention to the backs of her knees, but before the constantly flickering feathers had made their way all the way up the insides of her thighs she was not only panting but had begun to move her hips slightly, and she rocked from side to side to try to get away when the feathers played in the short yellow hairs covering her outer lips. She strained at her bonds, agasp and atwitch as the feathers prodded her tender inner lips, her pussy lubricating madly as each wrinkle was traced. And by the time one feather had been shoved slowly up her pulsating cunt, where it tickled the deep interior while the other was methodically flicking her clitoris, she was bouncing on the globes of her ass and arching her back, gasping for breath in her attempt to fuck the feather.
Jerry left her like that to run his errand. This was how he wanted her for the wedding, and he would apply the feathers again before dressing the shaking girl. Before leaving her, he placed a large mirror between her widespread legs, and he said, "Now, your attention will probably wander to other things, but your eyes will always come back to the mirror. Every time you see yourself, I want you to think, 'This is the most beautiful body in the world. Any man lucky enough to see it would die to fuck it. My cunt needs to fuck.' "
"Well, why don't you?" she cried.
But he smiled stubbornly and made her repeat it after him until she had it straight, and then he went out to hire a mail-order hippie preacher. And, having nothing else to look at, Cassie would every so often say her lines upon noticing anew her body's curves, and would think, It is a beautiful body! And seeing her glistening wet rubied lips surrounded by fleece, she would think, My cunt does need to fuck! Slowly, intolerably, the heat built up inside of her womb.
There had never been a prettier bride, nor a more ecstatic one. She clutched her bouquet of flowers with both hands as she walked down the aisle, her face flushed with joy. Cassie's lips were parted and she walked unsteadily, pausing every few steps as if faint, but for some reason flexing her left knee a few times as she stood. Watching her coming, one could see the shadows of her areolas beneath the thin silk of the dress, her erect nipples straining at the material, and as she passed, one could see the crack between the globes of her ass. The dress was floor length and had a train held up by a midget. The dress spread in folds about her legs, but if one looked carefully when she stepped, one could see a flash of blue rather high on her left thigh. Although she wore no stockings, it was a blue garter around her bare leg.
All through the ceremony she stood on her right leg, the groom supporting her elbow as she slowly moved her left knee in and out, in and out, almost imperceptibly beneath the folds of her gown. She breathed heavily through parted lips, which she licked with her tongue now and then so that they continued to glisten. When in his sonorous somber voice the preacher bent toward her and said, "Do you take this man to be thy lawful wedded husband?" she gasped, "Oh! I do!" her breath stirring her veil.
When Jerry said, "I do!" the preacher, in his same deep voice, intoned, "You may fuck the bride."
Charlene, the maid of honor who, at six feet, was as tall as the groom, was recognized to some as a bull dyke of great renown. Cassie, in her preoccupied frame of mind, had hardly taken note of her, and didn't look back now as the full-bodied woman stepped behind her to unzip her gown. The woman shoved it forward over her shoulders and it fell free of Cassie's breasts, dropping to the crooks of her arms. She then stepped in front of Cassie, pulled the dress out to her wrists, and the gown, tugged from her hips, fell to the floor. The camera focused closely on the girl's parted glistening lips, then shot to her knee which she continued to move slowly in and out and then up her leg to focus on the center of her. Tucked into the garter belt was the nub of a chicken feather, the upper third of which ran out of sight between the girl's dripping cunt-lips. The feather moved slowly in and out as she moved her thighs.
Charlene stooped to remove the feather. Her fingers slipped, since the feather was soaked with the girl's lubricating fluid, but she flicked it to the floor on the second try.
The best man, Big John, a sometime cowboy, stepped to one side of the girl. The groom lay on the carpet, his buttocks on a cushion. Catching her under her arms, Charlene and Big John raised Cassie in the air and, at the same time, spread her legs as easily as if she was a rag doll. The camera dipped to catch her quartered crotch. Puffy, eager lips were now parted in the midst of the fleece and, visible behind them, the stretched pucker of her anus. Rising, the camera saw her bouquet, which she still clutched with both hands just beneath her breasts, and then rose on up to her wedding veil.
Held high aloft, Cassie was centered over Jerry's upthrusting prick and then ceremoniously lowered onto it; the throbbing purple head of his cock spread the full pussy lips and then sank deep into her. Cassie moaned through her rattling teeth as she was jacked up and down twelve or fifteen times in the space of thirty seconds. Her body went stiff in their hands and her chest heaved as they pressed her tightly onto his prick. Then, without warning, just as she felt Jerry's wonderful cock beginning to throb, she was lifted off again.
The congregation watched as the hippie preacher, who had been standing to the side with a silver chalice, stooped to grab Jerry's twitching, throbbing prick with one hand, and lowered his holy cup to catch the spurts of sperm as the groom ejaculated with all of the force of a whale spouting. In his sonorous singsong, the preacher said, "I take this sacrament in the name of Aphrodite-it is the tie that binds-may the two remain united in her eyes." The congregation clapped.
In addition to the wedding party, the guests included Heinie, the tanned blond youth who had made the screen test with Cassie, the Indian, and Stella-still frizzly redheaded. While Cassie caught her breath, the assembled undressed, dropping all of their clothes where they stood. Only Heinie was different. He continued to wear his white shirt with ruby cufflinks, although-acquiescing to convention-his pants did fall.
Having watched Cassie's delightful squirming, the men all possessed evident erections. The lucky bride and groom stood together just inside the door to the reception room. The first to enter, the blond youth, squeezed her breasts before kissing her, throwing back her veil to give her a deep tonguing kiss as he hugged her to him and reached down to flex the trembling globes of her ass. She seemed to go weak at the knees and leaned into him just before he lifted her slightly to bring his huge throbbing cock between her legs. Its fiery head stuck through beyond her buttocks and almost into the lens of the camera; he dipped his knees between hers and, guiding his shaft with his fingertips, found the entrance to her warm and wonderful cunt. The entire length of his prick disappeared into the wet glory hole, and the camera saw the trunk encircled by golden fleece and hot, pink lips. The sound and sight of his balls smacking against her anus were revealed to the camera, as the youth thrust into her with fury. His shaft rammed in and out of her perhaps twenty times in the forty-five seconds he balled her, before he quietly withdrew and calmly shook hands with the groom to congratulate him. Each man followed suit, giving the bride a brief try and then contratulating the groom with obvious sincerity. Even the midget met with success, sinking to his knees and rocking back onto his heels and tugging at Cassie, who squatted for a moment to plant her seething dripping cunt on the little man's upright and rather respectable shaft, rocking herself on him for a few moments while he sighed and buried his face in her tits. Big John picked her up by the waist and brought her down squarely onto his massive organ; Cassie reacted by going limp and twitching as the massive bulbous cock slowly stretched her cunt. The women satisfied themselves by French kissing Cassie and running their fingers into the slick lining of her pulsating vagina. Each rubbed their breasts against her breasts, and each somewhat disdainfully tried Jerry's cock for size. Stella winced as Jerry lodged the tip of his prick into the midst of her frizzy red pubes; she stood there with her legs parted and enduring it as his velvety glans rammed in vain, penetrating only an inch and a half into her undersized channel. The recently man-hating Charlene also stood there, setting herself to endure, as if not sure she'd like it, but she parted her pussy lips with one hand to expose her rich cuntal meat. After Jerry had given a few fancy thrusts she sighed, convinced, and rotated her hips to run the sides of her cunt on him as she pressed the melons of her breasts tightly against him.
The entire assemblage was in a state of mass excitement-an excitement that was either rock-hard and throbbing, or ripply soft and pulsating, as the case may be-when they began the reception proper. Everyone smiled as they bunched about the happy couple, ready to cut the wedding cake. Giggling, Cassie shoved the piece of cake into Jerry's mouth.
The thick top layer of the cake was shaped into a mound of soft deeply colored frosting. The design was of a yellow pussy with a deep red slit in the middle; right in the center of the candy cunt was plunged a golden cock and balls. Jerry pulled the prick out, half covered with the creamy red frosting, and stuffed it between Cassie's waiting lips. She clamped onto it, trembling as he dipped his hand into the vermilion center of the sculptured cunt to extract a handful of the thick creamy frosting, which he smeared on the girl's breasts. He covered them with it and spread it onto her rib cage. With a second handful he colored her a deep red in a straight line from her chin running down her throat to the center of her body. He dipped for more as he passed her belly and reached to smear it into her fleece and crotch. She parted her knees and another handful went into her crotch, a thick layer extended into her cleft and onto both buttocks. When many hands lifted the bride high into the air, her legs parted, the camera caught on her tender white body the figure of the cross, blood-red, its staff moving the length of her body and its crossbeam across her chest. The frosting contained a dye which remained on her body even when it was licked clean, a blood-red dye that wouldn't entirely leave her body for several days. Hands carried her to a pedestal with an anvil-shaped top, especially designed and padded. It was narrower than her body and supported her from her shoulders to her hips. Smoking candles, lit by the preacher, burned in candelabras around the area. A flood lamp shone from the ceiling.
With those parts of her body to be scoured with cock and cunt and mouth and hand all carefully marked in red, Cassie might have been a sacrificial offering to some heathen god.
Cassie closed her eyes against the light and, when a dozen heads lowered onto her and a dozen tongues began licking her, she began to moan, "Oh! Oh! Ohh!" The mouths nibbled eagerly at her delightfully quaking flesh, and when the girl was licked clean and the heads came up, mouths glistened a deep red from the food coloring, glistened evilly and lasciviously. Straps were buckled across the girl's belly.
The blond youth nudged his stiff cock into her pulsating pussy, and when its purple head was firmly embedded he slowly slid his hips forward. "Yes, fuck me! Fuck me!" Cassie cried without opening her eyes, but giving her hips a wiggle as she felt the huge fleshy cudgel roar through her soft cunt lining and penetrate her.
As the shaft thrust swiftly, she began to roll her head, which was hanging back. When she felt the tip of a cock pressing to her lips, she opened her mouth wide, only too glad to receive it into her throat. It was Heinie, but she didn't think about it, concentrating on his cock as it reached her soft palate. She tightened her lips around it as she began to suck it briskly with her tongue, rolling her head again. Heinie's hairless testicles fell into her closed eyes, the bridge of her nose dividing his scrotum so that one ball fell into each eye.
With a wild howl, the Indian seized the base of them until they were crushed together and stuck his prick between the tightly held cleavage-using her tits as a pussy. Faster, faster he moved; then, with a resounding war-whoop, he began spurting cum all over her breasts.
As soon as he moved away, Charlene stooped to fasten her mouth onto one of Cassie's nipples, which she proceeded to suck expertly, reaching one hand down to fondle Cassie's clitoris which was being battered by the rapidly thrusting blond youth. The midget stepped under the statuesque bent-over woman to lick at her breasts which dangled down, each of which was larger than the little man's head. He bent his knees slightly to fasten his mouth onto one nipple and, with one hand, gave her other breast gentle shoves so that it swayed back and forth like a punching bag. Cassie reached down with one hand to grasp the little man's long slender cock as he began to wiggle his hips. Her other hand found Charlene's anus, and the big woman screeched as Cassie's finger wormed its way in deep.
Stella, meanwhile, had grabbed her wicked dildo and squatted to work it into her seething little pussy. Once inserted, she waddled over to Charlene's bent-over figure and pulled Cassie's finger from the rectum. Stella knelt and spread Charlene's tender moist cuntal meat. She licked it for a few moments before standing. Grasping the big woman's hips, she drove the pronged instrument into Charlene's fevered cunt. The big woman wailed and Cassie screamed as Charlene clamped down with her teeth on a tit. Soon, Charlene was working her ass back against the dildo. She began to flex her knees to send the other end of the surrogate double-prick thrusting about in the frail woman's cunt, making her gasp and squirm delightedly as she rotated her hips.
The preacher circled the menage, reading from a holy book, his voice eerie as the group worked, fucking and sucking. Jerry broke out a bottle of champagne. He had some with Big John, sipping it with a casualness that was belied by their cocks, both erect and upthrusting.
Cassie, washed over with countless sensations from many sources-plundered from both ends, her tits and clitoris caught in various grips-began to cum. "Aagggghhhhh!" she screamed as her body quaked and her clitoris twitched. Her tight slick cunt contracted about the blond youth's cock, and her clenched buttocks held his scrotum in their crack. She arched her back to offer her breasts more emphatically to those who wanted them, and she gripped Heinie's cock as if to pull it out by its root and ingest it into her body. She moaned through her nose so briskly that Heinie's sagging paunch in no way muted her, and her moans filled the room as the fire reached her spine and her entire body twitched spasmodically. Her own moans were drowned out by the midget's moans as he bit his dream-tit and came in her hand, filling her hand with sperm which overflowed her palm and dripped onto the floor, hot and sticky. The youth moaned as his throbbing cock twitched violently, and Heinie gasped as he struggled for breath when his testicles contracted and he spilled his hot load of cum into her throat. Charlene also began to groan, holding her plundered cunt steady for a minute before rapidly wiggling her hips up and down to send the thin woman behind her into a thrashing cum, shrieking as she spent. Charlene and Stella both tottered weakly to a couch, where they lay side by side, kissing.
There was no post-coital letdown; far from it! Big John hurried the smiling blond youth away, tapping his shoulder as if asking for the next dance. Big John spread Cassie's succulent lips with his thumbs to insert the broad bulbous head of his cock, stretching the girl's tender puffy inner lips into a thin ring as he did. Heinie, fearful that his own sensitive dwindling cock would disappear entirely in the girl's still feverishly sucking mouth, inserted his thumbs to pry her jaws apart to free himself. She gave her hips a waggle, wanting more of Big John's massive prick, shrieking, "Yes! Yes! More!" Her chest heaved and she almost fainted before the hulk of a man had fully plowed her throbbing channel. Big John moaned as Cassie's tight slick cunt clasped his huge cock; he began furiously thrusting his hips, jolting her almost into insensibility.
With Heinie out of the way, the preacher pressed his stiff prick to her lips and she clamped onto it, clasping both his buttocks, sucking feverishly, and rolling her head. The preacher-seeing her twitching, ripping body, her breasts quaking with one of them covered with a film of semen, and feeling her maddened sucking-came at once, spewing one long pent-up spurt after another into the girl's wildly constricting throat. In a frenzy, she tried both to swallow it all and to continue to suck it all out of him. He was replaced immediately by Jerry, who, before pressing his own cock to her lips, stooped to kiss her. Her eyes flickered open and she smiled vacantly before she opened her mouth to receive his big smooth cock, welcoming it with her lips and tongue.
Since Harvey couldn't be everywhere at once, although he damn well tried, a camera had been suspended from the ceiling next to the flood lamp. That camera recorded Big John's massive cock absolutely filling the hollow between the girl's widespread thighs. When he pulled his hips back, the girl's cunt parted from his organ with extreme reluctance, her entire vulva stubbornly following his cock for a few inches before sliding from it. In her furious vain bucking as she came for the sixth time, Cassie's pedestal rocked; Jerry was forced to steady it for a moment, or it would have toppled over. Then, as her climax left her momentarily quiescent, Jerry leaned forward a bit farther to clamp his mouth onto her left melon, so soft and ripe. He gave it a gentle bite as he rolled her nipple against the roof of his mouth with his tongue. She moaned weakly, not really sure how much longer she could remain conscious. Big John's movements had speeded up, as had Jerry's. She was being cruelly buffeted from each end by ramming, powerful cocks.
Both men bucked their hips to thrust their rampaging pricks furiously into both ends of Cassie. Then, with Jerry's delighted shouts ringing in her ears, she began gulping her husband's hot cum. Now her cunt began boiling with Big John's unending spurts. Cassie feared for a minute that the massive prick was going to rip her poor pussy right out of its socket, so furiously and completely was she fucked. And, with her body convulsing over and over again as she came, Cassie simply lost consciousness.
She lay there, supine, as the guests drank champagne with the groom. The wedding party was al most over.
Harvey had begun to put his camera away and already had his red aching cock out, trying to decide who he was going to fuck. Cassie was in a stupor on the floor, but Harvey knew from experience that she never failed to respond when she felt a prick in her. The two lesbians were the first to leave the party and they were followed moments later by the preacher, who left the door slightly ajar. Before Harvey had packed the camera, in bounded the preacher's collie, a big friendly beast. The dog perked up his ears when he entered, sniffing madly at the smell of musk and cum which pervaded the room. In a flash, the bounding dog was at Cassie, who lay on her side with one knee out. The animal lapped at the crease between her legs, his tongue running from her asshole to her clitoris and back. The girl stirred slightly, turned onto her stomach, and, without volition, raised her hips. The big dog ran his tongue up and down, nuzzling her anus as he lapped her pussy, his penis sliding out of its sheath of fur, deep red and glistening and drippy.
Harvey said, "Holy Mother!" and frantically sought to reload his camera. The collie lowered his haunches and humped at Cassie's crack, his penis finally lodging in her puckered anus. Cassie returned to consciousness and, without opening her eyes, automatically arched her back. The dog's wet erect penis entered her to the hilt. Harvey aimed his camera at the collie, who panted as Cassie began to wiggle her hips. The humping canine plundered Cassie's ass, his big dripping cock powerfully sliding in and out of her rectum. Harvey saw Cassie fingering her own cunt now. Cassie, the insides of her widespread thighs shimmering as she twitched, and her pussy being battered by the dog's balls-rocked her ass high in the air, rolling her buttocks, as the dog began to tremble. His thrusts were short and furious as he began to howl, and Cassie, suddenly feeling it again, screamed, "I'm cumming! CUMMMMING! Yassss, yassss, yes! Fuck harder ... harder...." She collapsed on her side, in a swoon. This time she didn't come out of it until everyone had gone except Jerry.
He helped her on with her wedding gown, then smiled and said, "That was the most beautiful ceremony I've ever seen."
Cassie was so weary that she didn't even hear him.