Chapter 16
Steven's boast that money could provide anything proved more than right as plans for the wedding moved ahead. He and Sandra thought of everything and every angle was covered to ensure that their wedding would become a legend, not only among their circle of friends, but would spread beyond to impress and excite all who heard about it.
The closest thing to a hitch came when the justice of the peace balked at having photographers present for the strange ceremony, fearing that if the pictures fell into the wrong hands, it could cost him his job. After a brief discussion, he and Steven agreed that one or both would accompany the photographers to the lab after the ceremony and supervise processing of the film so that no extra copies could be made and circulated to cause embarrassment to anyone. Considering the price Steven was paying them, he wasn't surprised when the men agreed without protest, though they expressed mild indignation that anyone would even think they would do such a thing as make extra copies or a copy negative.
The ceremony was held on a Saturday afternoon at Steven's home. Before the first guests arrived, four heavy tables groaned under the weight of the food and drink that had been prepared. For music, Steven had arranged through a friend in Texas for a genuine Mexican mariachi band.
"Oh darling," Sandra sighed when he told her about it, "wait until those Mexicans see our guests stripping off their clothes, they'll blow more than their trumpets."
"Sorry to disappoint you, darling," he told her with a grin, "but Latins really are lousy lovers, all they want to do is fuck. Suggest to a Mexican that he should go down on the lady and hell run for the hills and fuck his burro."
"Steven, you're fooling," she responded.
"Think so? Go to Mexico sometime and see the contented expressions on all the burros. It isn't because they eat so well."
"Well then, fair is fair, do the burros fuck the senoritas?" she asked.
"Only the brave gals, darling. When a burro gets randy, his dong comes out about two feet long."
"Oh darling, you'll have to take me to Mexico sometime, that sounds as long as yours, though I'm sure it wouldn't be nearly as beautiful or as exciting."
The house filled rapidly once the first guests arrived. They had invited thirty guests to the wedding and, ten minutes after the time specified on the invitation, they had counted thirty-six, as some of the guests just had to bring a friend along, knowing that Steven and Sandra wouldn't mind just one more at their wedding.
The justice of the peace was the personification of Babbit, he couldn't have looked more proper if he'd tried. That image lasted until he sidled up to Steven and asked in a whisper, "Are all these people really going to strip off their clothes and go bare assed? Cripes, I'll go off in my pants and won't be able to read the ceremony."
"Oh, that would be a shame," Steven told him with a serious expression. "I'll tell you what, if you think you may get into trouble, I'll have my bride blow you before you start."
"Holy moose-shit! the J.P. exploded, "after this one, I may quit the racket and spend the rest of my life jerking off."
"You really shouldn't," Steven told him, seriously, "that sort of thing could stunt your growth and grow hair on the palms of your hands."
While the proper-looking man sputtered at the unexpected words which seemed so in keeping with the unpredictable situation, Sandra came to join them.
"Oh darling," Steven asked, "if our friend the justice of the peace should get cock trouble along the way, would you mind helping him out by blowing him?"
"Of course not," she replied, clutching at the front of the man's pants and finding that he had an erection. "Would you care for one right now? I've been told that I suck a cock beautifully."
"Uh ... ah ... no thanks," the man replied, blushing.
At that point, Bruce and Anita, who had taken on much of the details of the wedding, arrived on the scene to rescue the troubled J.P. by suggesting to Steven that all was in readiness and they could proceed with the ceremony.
"Ah, excellent," Steven replied. "Tell all of our guests to strip now. Out of consideration for the sensitivities of the ladies, we shall allow them to retain their garter belts and nylons and even their shoes, if they wish, but the gentlemen must strip naked. Oh yes, and tell the photographers to start shooting at the same time. I mean with their cameras, not their cocks."
Bruce tried to relay Steven's instructions, but he had to delay that until he could stop laughing. Eventually, he made his way to the center of the room and announced that it was time for the guests to take their clothes off.
At the same time, he signalled the band to begin playing and heaved a sigh of relief as he realized that they didn't have to watch sheet music in order to perform. Instead they watched the guests taking their clothes off. Under normal circumstances, he surmised, they probably played well, but as dresses, bras and panties were discarded, the music they played could have been either "La Cucaracha" or "La Paloma" and neither the band or the guests either knew or cared.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen," Bruce intoned with an impressive air of solemnity, "I suggest you charge your glasses while the bride and groom retire to dress, or undress, as the case may be, for this solemn occasion. Any gentleman who does not have a hard-on at this point, should slash either his throat or his cock."
With much laughter, the guests moved to the two bars to refill their glasses while Steven and Sandra left the room to prepare themselves for the ceremony.
"Ladies, gentlemen, and all you horny bitches and bastards," Bruce intoned, when given the signal that Sandra and Steven were ready to rejoin the group, "I give you the bride and groom."
There was mingled applause and laughter as Sandra and Steven returned to the room. He was stark naked except for a black bow tie carefully tied around his erect penis.
Sandra too was naked except for a sanitary belt which held a red rose against the curly bush which crowned her mons veneris.
"The bride," Bruce told the group after he had finally brought them to silence, "wore a chaste, white rose above her cunt as an indication of her virginity, but, unfortunately, it knew better and blushed to the color you see."
Enjoying his master of ceremonies role, Bruce tried to say more, but it was useless as the guests howled with laughter as Sandra demonstrated her acting ability by keeping a straight face as her left hand reached down to adjust Steven's bow tie and stayed there much longer than necessary.
On a signal from Bruce, the band struck up 'Las Manhanitas," the traditional Mexican song for any special event. Only the justice of the peace, the photographers and the two bartenders wore clothes at that point and, like the members of the band, who were also dressed, their pants bulged with erections they didn't bother trying to hide.
Up to that point, the photographers had been shooting crowd scenes and the bridal couple, but one of them moved behind the bar to film the sight of a naked woman who knelt performing fellatio on one of the bartenders, causing him to spill too much vermouth into a supposedly dry martini.
The guests were anxious for the wedding to get underway, so when they finished their drinks, Bruce led the bride and groom to the middle of the floor, brought Anita and the J.P. along and all was in readiness.
"Wait dear," Bruce said as Sandra started to get down on the floor, "as best man, it's my duty to lubricate your cunt for the groom."
Amid much giggling and tittering, Bruce knelt before her and she parted her legs. He pressed his mouth to her vulva, sent his tongue inside the warm opening and soon had her wriggling her bare behind.
Deciding that the bridesmaid too had duties to perform, Anita dropped to her knees and took the groom's boom into her mouth, nursing it gently while her hands unfastened the bow tie and removed it.
Bruce had removed the belt which held the red rose on Sandra's mons veneris, and all was then in readiness.
Sandra got down on the floor and lay on her back, her legs wide open, ready for her man. Steven knelt, his penis stiff and throbbing with desire, then lowered himself onto the woman. While he rested his weight on one hand, he fitted the head of his penis into her receptive vagina.
"Oh darling," Sandra sighed, "is that all you're going to give me?"
"That's all for now, darling, just be patient and you'll understand."
While the guests gathered around the mating pair, the J.P. read the ceremony quickly, reading only what was essential. The bride and groom made the appropriate responses and they were soon at the point where the J.P. told him to put the ring on the bride's finger.
Crouching beside the pair, Bruce gave him the ring and Steven put it on the tip of her finger, saying "With this ring I thee wed." As he pushed the ring all the way on her finger, he inserted the full length of his penis into her and added "With this cock I thee wed."
"Oh darling," Sandra sighed while the J.P. said other words, "no woman has ever been so beautifully married."
The groom's penis began stroking in the bride then as they consummated their marriage.
"You may kiss the bride," they heard the J.P. intone, his voice breaking a little as he fought back a laugh as best he could.
"What," Sandra gasped, "with all these people looking? I'll blush."
There were roars of laughter and Steven kissed her anyway. When he looked at her face later, he saw no sign of extra color in her cheeks.
"You forgot to blush, darling," he told her, still stroking.
"I forgot to," she replied, "I'm being so beautifully fucked I can't think of anything."
Sandra climaxed then, her legs wrapping around her husband and holding him tightly, her behind jerking up off the carpet. He waited until she was finished, then resumed stroking, working faster then and quickly going into ejaculation.
As he jerked in her crotch while his semen spurted deeply into her body, Sandra again brought her legs up and held him lovingly.
"And now," Bruce announced as the couple got up, "I believe it's traditional that everyone kiss the beautiful bride." Telling them to get in line, he led Sandra to a couch and had her lie across it, her legs wide apart. Producing a napkin, he would have wiped her crotch with it but Anita stopped him, telling him she was going to clean the bride's crotch for her.
Kneeling between Sandra's legs she licked her inner thighs, sent her tongue all around her crotch, then it went inside to lap up the juice it found there.- Getting up then, she watched as the wedding guests filed by the couch, each kneeling to plant a warm kiss on the bride's vulva. Some of them cheated by staying between her legs for more than just a kiss.
Twice during the ceremony, Sandra caught at the head of the person kissing her and held on. Each time, the kisser's tongue gave her what she wanted and she enjoyed an orgasm.
Steven helped her to her feet, then seeing that the guests didn't seem to know what they should then be doing, Steven came to their rescue.
"All right," he called, "everybody fuck."
The crowd gave the photographers plenty to shoot as they paired off, each couple seeming to strive for a different position, lying, kneeling, standing, sitting and sprawling in a wide variety of poses.
"Oh darling, listen," Sandra whispered, "that's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. A genuine fuckorama. No, on second thought, the most beautiful sound in the world is the sound of your hand spanking my bare bum."
He hugged her, then they threaded their way among the copulating couples and went to the bar for drinks. As they reached it, they saw that the ceremony really provided something for everyone as they saw the homosexual who had expressed horror at their strange engagement announcement.
He was bent over a bar stool, a dreamy expression on his pretty face while a naked man stood behind him, his penis pistoning between the girlish-looking buttocks.
Only then did they discover that the pairings were uneven. They saw a naked woman walk up to the justice of the peace and reach for the front of his pants. He almost tore his clothes off and while she waited for him, the woman turned and winked at Steven and Sandra.
"I have a feeling I'm going to get a very just piece," she called.
The man pushed his pants and shorts down and showed them that he had the equipment to give her that indeed.
Before the party ended, a few hours later when the master of ceremonies announced it was over, everyone had gotten in on the act, the bartenders and photographers also nude as they more or less performed their functions. As the guests took business cards from the photographers, it was obvious that the day was going to be a financial windfall for them.
There had been a few spankings and strappings which provided some beautiful color pictures and which also provided Sandra with a strong urge to be spanked, but one which she determined to keep under control until she could be alone with her husband for a special wedding day spanking.
When they were alone in the house, they exchanged wedding gifts and she discovered that her husband had showered her with a fortune in jewelry and furs.
Sandra had only one gift for her husband. It was neatly packaged and tied and as he tore away the ribbons and tissue, Steven saw a beautiful cedar case. Tears came to his eyes as he opened the lid and saw, on a cushion of white satin, a plain, old-fashioned, wooden-backed hair brush.
It was obviously old and as he picked it up to examine it more closely, he found the back was silken smooth in texture although it had never been varnished.
"Where did you ever find this?" he asked. "If you had spent a million dollars you couldn't have thrilled me as much as you did with this." The tears which ran down his cheeks attested to the sincerity of his words.
"From Anita," she told him. "It has been passed down through the family from her great-grandmother and has always been used for spanking the children and a few wives as well."
"How exciting," he enthused.
"Yes," Sandra agreed. "Anita told me that the back of it got that satiny polish from the oil of all the bare bums it has spanked over the years, including her own. Now my bum will join all those others as it adds its oil to that beautiful finish."
"Yes, my darling," Steven told her, "come lie over my lap and I'll give you a sample spank on each cheek."
Sandra did so, trembling. He positioned her with loving care, then rubbed the smooth wood over her firm nether cheeks.
"In all its years, darling," he told her, his voice breaking with emotion, "this brush has never touched any bum as beautiful as yours." She could only sigh in reply.
He stopped rubbing, patted the center of her right cheek lightly, then raised the brush and brought it down sharply. The sound became music in the quiet room and brought a little grunt of excitement from the naked young beauty.
"Oh darling," she sighed, "that was beautiful on my bum."
"Yes, dear," he told her, "it was beautiful for me as well. Ready now, I'll give you one on your lovely left cheek."
Again he patted the spot he was going to spank, heard her sigh of anticipation, then raised the brush, paused for a moment, then it descended quickly, the sound excitingly loud, her cheek quivering as the brush compressed it a little.
"Come, darling," he said, his tone urgent as he helped her to her feet, "you must see the lovely, red marks while they're still fresh. I've never seen red roses so beautiful on the white silk of your bum."
They hurried to a mirror and Sandra twisted to see her behind. At the sight of the twin red spots, she felt a surge of heat in her crotch.
"It's beautiful, Steven, but there should be more."
"There will be, dear, another day."
"Oh, is that so," she snapped in a shrewish tone, determined to be thoroughly spanked. "Don't think for a minute that you're going to make any decisions around here. I intend to be the boss and unless you can tame me, which I doubt, you're going to do as I say and when I say. Is that clear?"
She saw his penis begin to erect, saw excitement in his eyes as he took her by the arm and led her back to the couch.
He dragged her across his lap, roughly, picked up the brush and tamed her. She enjoyed a long bout of pained crying while he painted the entire surface of both cheeks a bright, hot red.