Wedding and After

POEM

Of all the glad occasions, I think, without exception,
The finest is a wedding and a really good reception,
So I was quite delighted when the pair of them invited
Me to St. Stephens so that I could hear their vows recited.
I dressed in morning suit and gloves and took of course good care
To check that I did not have on my normal underwear
Because it wastes time. I have once been sued
By a dominating women, because I was not nude
Quickly enough for her demands. The judge (female of course)
Said such a failing anywhere is grounds for a divorce,
And, beads of moisture trembling upon her lovely lip.
Told me to prove that I had learnt and could more quickly strip.

I learnt my lesson quickly and now not once again
Will I risk getting savaged with such appalling pain.
The sentence was that I should get a statutory thrashing
From the disappointed woman and while she stood there bashing
My trembling writhing buttocks with the statutory crop
(I on my back with legs well spread and asshole gaping wide,
While she stood hard, remorseless, upon my left hand side)
The judge came, lifted up her robe and slowly sat on top
So really I, the victim, had not option but to suck
Her private parts. They tasted vile. I would have liked to engage in sexual intercourse.
A few female reporters, and as my buttocks burn
They seek their chance with eagerness to have a good long turn.
I still don’t know for certain how many hours I spent
Or what disgusting screams for mercy darling please I sent,
There, in the courtroom, naked, my bottom up and fire
Eclipsing every fragment of my sexual desire
Until my lawyer seized my cock and asked if I repented,
I said I did. A few more swats, and then the judge relented.
Blazing with pain I stumbled out before I could remember
That I was still quite naked and my slowly rising member
In its nest of crinkly dark shampooed and unshaved little hairs
Was getting quite a number of appreciative stares
From ladies who appeared, I saw, to like the dark black bristles,
And my raw backside as well was getting disbelieving whistles.
I blushed with shame. I turned exposing more ass and I stumbled
Back into court. The plaintiff, coming downstairs, seized and fumbled
My cock and balls. I’d always thought that she was just a tease.
Not after that incredible and horrifying squeeze.
Erect with pain my cock arose and as I screamed and yelled
She giggled and with tighter grasp more mercilessly held
My pain racked balls. The judge appeared. I saw that her left tit
Was out, the nipple thrusting. So who’d been sucking it?
‘I think you’d better leave him. It’s best if he gets dressed
And you and I discuss - no leave him now -if it is best
If we should have another go at him right now or maybe whether
We cuddle close, you suck a tit and when we’re both together
Stand up strip off and smile and when we’re absolutely nude
Enjoy the gorgeous pleasures of a Sapphic interlude.’

I’m sorry I digress, and I’m quite sure you’ve had enough
Of my past misadventures and all that sort of stuff.
The wedding. I was ready and quite prepared to go
But my wife was rather dubious. My daughter said ‘Dad No!
My darling Daddy think about it Please because dear if
You dare attend the wedding when not completely stiff
The other guests will just collapse in mounds of laughs and jeers
To recognise your failure down through unremitting years.
It won’t take long and all you really need do is unzip,
Of course if there was time then I would make you stand and strip.
That’s right! Now in a minute I shall really suck with force.
Mummy, caress his bollocks while I suck, and Mom of course
Put one hand his bottom.’ My daughter giving head,
Is really something, better than when lying on her bed,
She waves her legs wide open and, unaware of sin,
Tugs my awaiting penis and urges me ‘Fast! In!’

So off we went. My daughter was still concerned, so she
Had one hand in a private place that quite excited me.
Shall I confess? She had a hand inside an unzipped fly
And stroked and massaged fiercely. And while she did this I
Kissed her sweet lips and rubbed a tit, and happily then felt
A little lower till I found the clasp upon her belt,
Undid, pulled off her skirt. She sighed. I then massaged her clit
Until it was as sexy and as juicy as her slit
And well prepared. She sighed again and so I, feeling bolder,
Invaded with one finger. With her head upon my shoulder
I wondered have we time perhaps? It would be good to enter
The parts she loves to show and rub. She sometimes will present her
Bare bottom when I spank her, and that is always fun
As she lies there writhing screaming as I alternate each bun.

This always brings my wife up. She stands there and will tell us
That my manifest enjoyment makes a woman rather jealous.
She knows her role though, always. and first she quickly strips,
Then fetches from the cupboard the paddle and the whips.
Then, two delicious bottoms quite defenceless on the bed,
I drop my inhibitions and really go ahead.

I’ve spanked my wife for twenty years, since she was just a teen.
She lived next door, and it was always fun to get between
Her proffered arse cheeks, feel the holes, and then resume, and pound
The twisting luscious globes while she shed tears into the ground.

Her father often helped me. He said for training in
The proper role for women and the place of discipline
I had no equal. Once he’d engaged in sexual congress with his daughter would I mind,
Ascending to the bedroom to whip his wife’s behind?

My father was no problem, nor really was my brother.
By then they’d both be stripped and bound and sobbing as my mother,
Clad in her boots and nothing else, her tits aroused and tight,
Decided how much pain would be their ration for the night.

So as I thrashed the lovely arse, her agonising screams
Became just distant echoes in the background of their dreams
Until, her right arm tiring, my mother, with an oath,
Assumed a mighty strap on and began to engage in sexual congress with them both.

I do regret to say it, but my brother is a wimp.
My mother often sniffed in horror, ‘Son, your cock is limp.
Wank harder. Still not working? Then rub the damn thing harder.
And still no go? You useless twat, go and fetch from the larder
Some cooking oil and rub it on your arse, then I shall show
You painfully what happens to men who are no go.

My mother never bothered me. She said, when I was able,
Feel free to engage in sexual congress with me mightily across the kitchen table.
Just lift my skirt pull down my pants and then select a hole.
I often did and she was great. Her sexual passage upon the whole.

But I digress again. The wedding. When we had arrived,
I, wondering slightly how my battered penis had survived,
Alighted from the car, rock hard, and walking forward, saw
An usher in the self-same state awaiting at the door.
He seized my cock in greeting then said ‘I think I oughter
Perform a likewise service on your rather lovely daughter.’
‘Oooh please’ she said. His other hand was ready in a second
To plunge where female reproductive passage lips in their glory tantalised and beckoned.
My wife removed her dress at once and I must say that it’s
A joy to me that even now I take pride in her tits.
For many long frustrating years she, innocent and shy,
Refrained from exhibitionism. I was cross but I
Used kindness. I would take her out to swim at Cambridge, Jesus Green
Where every summer near a thousand lovely tits are seen
And in the end the treatment worked. She learnt that it was best
To take off upper clothing, show what caused male interest
And learn to take a proper pride when male hunks clearly thirsting
For her, paraded up and down, with swimming trunks near bursting.

She had already taken off her panties and her bra
Which now were decorating the front seat of our car
And, with the freedom weddings grant to every near relation
Strode in, completely naked, to face the congregation.
(I lie. Poetic license pardons much but still one feels
One ought to mention that she had white sandals with high heels.
My wife is scanning as I write, did not like the above,
And as she rubs my cock is saying ‘Patrick my dear love
I was not nude. I had high heels. So say so, or dear I sense
It‘s ten points maybe more you‘ll get on your Poetic License.’)

The usher led my daughter and myself in just behind,
Ascertaining with touch and stroke that we would never mind
Or scream. He moved us forward, tugging gently, soft and sure,
Us onwards on the consecrated floor
By cock and reproductive passage. I really wish that with truth I could say
The scene within was such that did not take my breath away.

Mahogany and polished, all the pews
Showed every form of sexual abuse.
In one, a dozen stripped exhausted wives
Bent over, lay there, engaging in sexual intercourse for their lives.
One more, a lovely lady, with her dress
In tatters, took each impudent caress,
And as each passing stranger rudely kissed
Her external female genital organs: then with unhesitating fist
Thrust deeper, cried ‘Oh deeper darling please!
Up to the elbow! Get down on your knees
And faster harder more intensive thicker!
And make it it twenty strokes a minute quicker
And you sir kiss that tit. You both can see
How much the great intrusion pleasures me.’

I looked back. Oh my dear! My daughter sobbed
And as she did so both her titties bobbed.
I grabbed one, squeezing lovingly. The usher,
Observing that the time had come to hush her,
Left still her reproductive passage. So now with either hand
Attended to her other frontal gland.

He was so good. He scarcely gave a grunt
Before he slipped inside her willing reproductive passage
And as he engaged in sexual intercourse, my wife and I sat and he softly said
‘Sir please the man beside you … if you could give some head …’
My wife was getting desperate. I knew the signs, the moans
Emerging from a fathomless warehouse of hot whoremones.
She rose, displayed her everything, and in a loud voice said
‘I know it’s not as comfy as my husband’s double bed,
But is there no one who will engage in sexual intercourse with me?’ ‘Darling never fear.
Bend just a bit more forward. I will take you from the rear.’
On fire with lust and gasping, she did as he requested.
And as he grinned his handsome cock meticulously tested
Both holes. He took some time, for both were gaping, then decided.
His fingers spread her rear passage lips then with one deep thrust he glided
Entirely in her. While she moaned in rapture, I could see
Well, while some stranger without asking thrust his cock in me,
The wedding party by now running totally amok
St. Stephens was the scene of one colossal massive engagement in sexual intercourse.

I looked up, there, within the distant choir stalls,
The older choirboys squeezed the younger by their balls