Road Trip Ch. 13

The following morning, we awoke and made gentle, sweet love together. It seemed she was a different person in the mornings and she explained that at night she'd had all the physical, emotional and mental arousal of a hectic night on the stage and interacting with horny guys, while the mornings were a gentler time. "That is real Sapphire," she explained, "The other one is show one. I no like that one. Like morning one."

I assured her that I preferred the morning one too. "Safer for my balls," I told her.

"Huh. Most men better with no balls. Balls get men in trouble," she replied.

I felt Margarite stir and begin moving her hips a little, seeking stimulation in her half-sleeping, half-waking state. My memories of times with Sapphire had made me very aroused and I quickly felt myself responding, causing Margarite to awaken further.

"Ooohhh, yes, honey, like that," she murmured as she buried her face against my shoulder and her hips pumped back and forth. After only a few more seconds of this she tensed as she came, then she dropped back to sleep, leaving me unsatisfied. I gently continued to move inside her, remembering the times when I'd made love to Sapphire on the following few nights, without any ball restraints. Memories of the stories Margarite and Celeste told me of their sessions with some of the club clients came to mind, pushing me further towards my release. With a couple of deeper thrusts, I spurted into Margarite's waiting tunnel, feeling erotic sensations washing through me as I filled her to overflowing. I then relaxed and Margarite whispered: "Thank you, darling," in my ear as she kissed me and drifted back to sleep. Sleep, however, escaped me and memories continued to flood through my restless mind.

We'd had relatively uneventful travels down the coast after the storm and finally arrived at the clothing optional beach where we now rested. We found a wedding celebrant to conduct a service in a few days' time and selected a site and booked a time for the ceremony, but needed some witnesses. The few days before the wedding were spent meeting people on the beach and sharing our bed with several of them, who agreed to act as the witnesses we needed to make our marriage legal.

The ceremony and reception, if it could be called that, were unusual, erotic and memorable. For a start, the celebrant had decreed that he would not officiate at a nude wedding; everyone must wear some clothing. At first Celeste had objected strongly until I pointed out that the celebrant hadn't indicated where the clothing should be worn.

"Why don't you simply wear a corset," I suggested, "and I'll wear a cummerbund around my waist with the ends hanging down along one thigh. That way we will be wearing clothing but we'll also be effectively naked."

Celeste agreed to that and Margarite decided to go along with that by wearing wide ribbons tied tightly around the base of her breasts, with another one around her waist. Margarite was to be Celeste's bridesmaid while I chose Colin, who had made a fourth person in bed for a couple of nights, as my best man. He wore a similar cummerbund to mine, but in blue to match Margarite's ribbons, while mine was red to match Celeste's corset.

The wedding was to take place at 4pm, so we spent the day enjoying the glorious sunshine before the ladies had their hair done in the early afternoon. Then we dressed, most time being spent on tightening Celeste's corset to its normal size, Celeste having spent several weeks without wearing it, allowing her waist to expand a little.

At around 3.30pm the celebrant, Jeff, arrived and did a double take as he saw what we were wearing.

"But . . but that's not clothing," he said, quite obviously flustered.

"You didn't mention clothing," I pointed out, "You simply said we were not to be naked. We're not. It is a clothing optional beach so it's not as though we're prohibited from showing our naughty bits here. We won't be arrested, if that's your concern."

Eventually he came around and agreed to continue with the service as planned, but on one condition.

"Ok, I'll do it, but after the ceremony I want to fuck the bride. Deal?" Jeff asked, glancing at Celeste but asking permission from me.

"Absolutely," I replied, "That would be expected. We kind of planned to have an orgy tonight and you're most welcome to participate. I'm certain that Margarite would enjoy your sexual attention as well."

Margarite was standing nearby and obviously overheard my remark, so she came over and pressed her all-but-naked body against Jeff's clad one and reached up to kiss his lips.

"Your place or mine?" she asked softly.

Jeff colored crimson and looked away.

"Ah, don't be so bashful," chided Margarite, "I'll definitely catch you later and give you something to blush about."

As we were preparing for the ceremony, strangers who were walking along the beach detoured towards the activity and most stopped to watch. Most also were naked or nearly so, adding to the ambience of the ceremony that was about to take place. A few minutes before 4pm Colin and I stood beside a small table with Jeff, talking quietly as we awaited the arrival of Celeste and Margarite. They appeared at 4.10pm, fashionably late as most brides seem to be, and Celeste, holding a corsage of flowers picked and prepared by Margarite, walked confidently up the sandy aisle followed closely by her bridesmaid. Celeste stood beside me at the table and Margarite positioned herself alongside her.

Celeste and I had provided Jeff with the marriage service we had composed and he began reading from the text. Firstly, he welcomed everyone to the ceremony, then added a sentence that caused him to once again blush as he read it.

"It is to be hoped that you will all take the time to become better acquainted with the bride and groom after the formalities are completed."

Jeff and the attendees knew exactly what this inferred; Celeste and I had explained in detail what would be on offer after the service itself had ended.

Then came the wedding itself, with Celeste and me stating that we would love, honor and respect each other in our marriage. Following this we made our vows, which we had worded very carefully, bearing in mind our unusual lifestyle. In our vows we reiterated that we would love each other, then went on to say that we allowed each other to love others, to share our bed with others, and to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh with whoever we chose, permitting each other to have the same freedoms.

Jeff then pronounced us husband and wife and Colin produced the ring, tied in his cummerbund, which I slipped onto Celeste's finger. Celeste and I then kissed, then attended to the formalities, signing the necessary papers on the table.

The eroticism of the whole ceremony was quite arousing and my cock was at attention and obvious to everyone, including Celeste. I noticed that Colin was in the same predicament. Once Celeste had the ring on her finger and we turned toward each other to kiss, she did what she often did in such situations and threw her arms around my neck, lifting herself off the ground as she pressed her body against mine. Once in that position, I knew exactly what would happen, and it did. She held herself up with her arms, spread her legs widely and bent them upwards, wrapping them around my waist as she lowered her wet vaginal entrance over the end of my rampant cock. In front of Jeff, Colin and the whole congregation, she engulfed my cock with her love tunnel and lowered herself onto me as she rested her head against my chest.

I actually felt embarrassed, having penetrated my new wife for the first time in front of a group of mainly strangers. Thoughts flashed through my head; how would they take it, would we be arrested for having sex in a public place? The split second of these thoughts was ended by all the onlookers clapping and cheering. I turned around, facing them, and Celeste lifted herself up and then dropped quite hard again, forcing me further inside her as he clit pounded against my pubic bone. I cupped her ass cheeks, lifting her up and lowering her down several times before she whispered in my ear.

"Honey, take me to our blanket and fuck me good, please darling."

Our blanket was only a short distance away so I did as she asked, carrying her still fully impaled on my cock and lowering ourselves onto our blanket, then continuing to make sweet, passionate love to my wife for the first time as a married couple. If I'd wondered what the response of the others would be, I was very soon reassured as the party quickly became an orgy. Colin and Margarite joined us on the blanket, while looking over my shoulder I noticed people pairing off, or tripling off in some cases as two nubile young women quickly stripped Jeff and led him to a grass bank, where they proceeded to lavish him with their many charms.

After a few minutes, I rolled over and allowed Celeste to sit on me, moving back and forth as she pummelled her clit against my hard bone. In a very few minutes she was cumming hard, her breathing constricted by the corset so that as she came she fainted, collapsing onto me, her rapid, short breaths racking her body. She was only out for a few seconds, then came to and resumed her movements at a slower pace, pushing herself to a second orgasm as I spurted my cum into her tight sheath.

We rested for a short time, watching the couples and triples enjoying each other on large towels, blankets, the grassy bank or, for some, straight on the soft sand, a location that was prone to cause painful sex due to the grit that seemed to inevitably find its way into the wrong places.

We only had a few minutes to recover before several of the onlookers arrived wanting a turn with Celeste or me. We moved apart and made ourselves available for all comers for a while. I lost count of the number of orgasms Celeste had as every male in the gathering took turns at sampling what the bride had to offer. I had a series of young women use me as a human dildo, most of them reaching orgasm as they rode my cock. I did cum in one particularly sexy young woman who had the ability to use her vaginal muscles like a powerful milking machine. I doubt that a man existed who could withhold his cum from her hungry and talented cunt.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that Colin and Jeff were also deeply involved with a series of young women and appeared to be enjoying themselves, as did everyone. Even several older, obviously married couples were partaking fully in the fuckfest as the evening drew on and darkness descended. Gradually people left, often wishing us well and thanking us for the experience, until there were only a few people left, shadows in the near darkness.

I lay on the blanket alongside Celeste and reached out for her hand. We were both exhausted and Celeste was panting from the exertions and corset.

"Would you like me to remove that for you?" asked a voice from the dark, that I recognized as Jeff.

"Yes, please, honey, if you would. I'm afraid I'm a bit out of practice of wearing this one."

Jeff straddled Celeste's thighs on his knees and unfastened the front busks, slowly peeling the tight garment off her as her breathing eased still further. Once it was off and Celeste lay there naked, with several patches of cum on her skin, Jeff began caressing her body, sliding his hands over her belly, thighs and breasts, then he lay on her, supporting his weight on his elbows, and kissed her deeply.

"Congratulations," he said softly, "That was some wedding."

"Yes," she agreed, "It was that. You want your payment now, I guess?"

"Yes, if you're up to it."

"Always up for one more fuck," Celeste grinned, "Put your hard cock where it belongs, honey."

She spread her legs wide and Jeff's hard member slid easily into her wide open, slippery passage. They held each other, kissing, as he slowly fucked in and out, deeply, satisfyingly. I propped myself up on my elbow and watched our celebrant make love to my bride of a few hours, admiring the way they moved together, the way in which their movements complemented each other's, providing maximum stimulation with an economy of effort that would allow for a long and satisfying session.

I felt a hand begin caressing me, then another, then a third. That got my attention and I looked around to find that Colin and Margarite were kneeling on the blanket while two other naked young women were stroking my body gently. Once they saw they had my attention, one began kissing me while the other started to resuscitate my flagging cock, taking it into her mouth and rolling her tongue around the head. The sensations were amazing and I quickly hardened, allowing her to begin deep throating me as she cupped and caressed my balls with her hand. All the while her companion was exploring my mouth with her tongue, but this changed once I was hard and ready, when the one kissing me threw her leg over me and lowered her hips to impale herself on my cock, guided home into her sheath by her companion who had stimulated me to hardness.

I turned away from the erotic scene of Jeff fucking my wife and gave my full attention to the unknown woman whose tight vagina was rapidly bringing my cock to the point of no return. I reached up and cupped her breasts, feeling a ring in each nipple as I squeezed them, causing her to tense and squeeze my cock with her strong vaginal muscles. She was pressing her clit into my pubic bone hard and her breath was rapid and shallow, indicating that she was also approaching her climax. Then it happened; with a shrill scream she tensed, arched backwards and I felt her tight sheath tighten even more as she came hard, her muscles seemingly trying to strangle my cock.

Her companion gave her only a few seconds before she almost pushed her off, unceremoniously straddled me and engulfed my cock. As her arousal mounted, my progress towards orgasm slowed in her looser cunt. Just before I thought she would cum, based on her breathing rate, she contracted her vaginal muscles and my cock felt like it was in a vice. Suddenly, I went from not being anywhere near my climax to needing only a couple more strokes, which she gave me while maintaining her vice-like grip on my member, and I spurted hot cum into the end of her love tunnel, spurt after spurt after hot spurt. The feeling of being filled must have pushed her over the edge because she lay forward onto me as her body shook with the power of her release.

I felt my cock deflate as her body relaxed then after a few minutes she gave me a kiss, rolled off me and disappeared into the night. I lay on the blanket, feeling the chill of the air as the sweat dried on my body, then another woman knelt beside me and kissed my lips. I recognized Celeste's taste, smell and the feel of her body and we embraced.

"Hello, wife," I said after we broke our kiss.

"Hello husband," she replied, a smile in her voice, "Have you had fun at our wedding?"

"Oh yes, but I'm afraid there's not much left in the cum store for you, darling. Sorry."

"That's Ok, honey, we'll have years to catch up and my pussy's sore from overuse. I have no idea how many men I've had tonight or how many times I've cum, but I know I've been filled to overflowing several times."

She snuggled against me and pulled a blanket over us. "Do you know if Margarite's coming to bed with us tonight?" I asked.

"No, she said she'd let us have tonight together, alone, and that she had a hot guy she needed to drain."

"Oh, good, sounds like Margarite." I caressed Celeste's body, noting a few patches still sticky from cum, ran my hand over her gorgeous breasts, feeling the bars through her pierced nipples, then felt downwards, over her slim waist, trained by the corset, and down to her sticky, wet pussy.

"Bet that doesn't feel too appetizing, eh," she commented, reaching down to stroke my soft cock and balls. "Just like your sticky cock, I guess."

"Yeah. It'll wash off with our morning swim, then by tomorrow night we'll be hungry for each other again," I replied, kissing her and snuggling deeper against her. "Goodnight, darling. I love you, honey."

"Mmmm, I love you too, sweetheart. Goodnight."

I felt that my cock was hard again from the memories of our wedding night. As I remembered our swim early the next morning, followed by an hour of gentle, sweet lovemaking near the shoreline, which ended only as the tide rose too high. I felt Celeste stir against me and turned towards her; she was half awake and she kissed my lips.

"I'm horny, honey," she whispered softly.

"Me too. I was thinking of our wedding night; enough to make a bishop horny."

We moved gently so the head of my cock was at her entrance, then she eased downward and impaled herself on me. We moved gently together, barely moving, just enough to keep each other stimulated. I kissed her and she ran her tongue over my teeth as I teased her nipples then tightened my grip to squeeze them. I felt her response as her muscles tensed around my cock and she began moving slightly more forcefully, rubbing her clit against the root of my cock, arousing me in spite of me having been drained earlier in the evening. She also seemed to be very aroused, her breath panting in my ear, her body giving the slight trembles that I knew meant she was close. Then she came, silently, tensing up as ecstasy washed through her. I squeezed her nipples hard and was rewarded with her cunt spasming around my cock, milking me delightfully. I felt my sperm building up, churning inside, then I spurted what remained of my supply deep into her still spasming cunt.

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Epilogue:

The large RV motorhome pulled off the road and lumbered through the parking area before stopping near the far end. The brakes hissed on, motor stopped and several doors from the double cab opened. First out was a woman, her belly bulge indicating she was about six months pregnant, who turned and helped two children, a boy of around four years and girl a bit younger, down onto the asphalt. Taking a small backpack from the rear seat, she waited as the children farewelled the front seat adults.

"'Bye, Mommy, 'bye Daddy," they both called, their little hands waving.

"'Bye, darlings," replied Hank with a wave.

"'Bye sweethearts; be good for Mommy," called Celeste.

With a child holding each of her hands, Margarite headed towards the rocky headland across the sand dunes. In the front of the cab, Hank turned to Celeste with a smile.

"Time for another one, honey?" she asked, "I'm ready and it's about the best time, if you want."

Hank reached for her and they kissed in the cab, then climbed down onto the tarmac. By the time Celeste arrived, Hank had the side door open and they headed into the main bedroom at the very rear, a huge room, by RV standards, designed to take three adults comfortably, four with a slight squeeze. They stripped each other, gently caressing each part as it was uncovered, until they were both naked on this warm summer day. They embraced, then Hank placed his hands under Celeste's buttocks, she bent her legs around his waist and he entered her slippery passage with his hard and ready cock. Celeste lay her head against his chest as he allowed her to slide down slightly to put pressure against her clit, protruding beneath her pierced clit hood; their favorite position.

"This feels so nice," she said, adding, "As always."

"Yes, I know you like this position," he replied as he lifted her slightly then lowered her a few times before laying her on the bed, her knees bent over his shoulders, as he pressed himself deeply into her. After several strokes, he reached forward and held her nipples between fingers and thumbs, admiring the moderately thick bar through the base of each nipple.

"You'd need to remove these if you breastfeed," he said.