Uncle Bob Ch. 23

We made our way into the pavilion where the food had been prepared. The guys who'd cooked for us had removed the tables and arranged mattresses, pillows, couches, stools and floor cushions. The whole area had a wooden floor covered with a simple carpet. There were small foot-baths and towels so we could lose the sand off our feet, and around the room were some boxes with lids and ice buckets containing bottles of champagne and water.

I opened up the boxes. (I'd taped the lids shut so Monique and the staff wouldn't see what was inside when they brought them to the motu). They contained everything we might need; lubricants, vibrators of various shapes and sizes, plugs, restraints, sleep masks. I watched Monique's face as she took in the preparation I'd done.

"Ladies and gentlemen," I announced. "As this is our wedding, Stacey and I are going to start the proceedings by consummating our marriage. Sure, we've done this before, but as the bride, it's important that Stacey is the first lady to get fucked today, in whatever way she chooses. Once she is suitably penetrated, please feel free to join in with us or to choose a partner or partners and make use of the facilities provided. Help yourselves to champagne, water and the contents of the boxes. I think you all know what to do with them. There are showers and restrooms behind this building when you need them. We've provided wipes, towels, toiletries, douches, toothbrushes - anything you might need to clean up, any time you want to. We plan to continue until the last person falls asleep. There are beds and some light blankets toward the back if you just want to rest between bouts of sexual activity, or when you're completely fucked and just want to crash out. So enjoy yourselves - and each other."

I turned to Stacey. "So, my charming young slut-wife. How do you want it?" I asked, moving towards a bed in the center of the space. I felt it was important to establish my reputation as the last of the great romantics.

"OOH! How about like this?" she asked. And she moved close - and did a handstand, facing away from me, spreading her legs into almost a splits position, falling slightly back toward me. A jeweled plug glinted between her tiny ass-cheeks. 'That's my Stacey', I thought.

I eased the plug out, smeared lube from a handy bottle onto my cock, lined up and pushed into her tight little asshole which, from months of practice, opened to swallow me with ease. I lifted her legs and held her just above the knees, her feet over my shoulders as I started to thrust. And then Hannah moved forward, knelt in front of her bestie and lowered her head into the gap between Stacey's skinny thighs. To my surprise, Brad turned to Martin and said "may I?"

Martin seemed a little unsure, but nodded. Brad dropped to his knees behind Hannah, slid an arm around her hips to cup her pussy from in front while inserting two fingers of the other hand into her delicious little fuck-hole from behind. Two minutes later, both girls were starting to moan with pleasure as Brad's dick, which I saw was now fully hard, replaced his fingers inside our sweet brown friend.

I reflected, briefly, that the core of the wedding party - bride, groom, maid of honor and best man - were now consummating the marriage together in a particularly fitting and primeval way.

Of course, I was having a very enjoyable time inside Stacey's ass, my abdomen just occasionally making contact with Hannah's elegantly-coiffed curls. And apart from the usual delicious sensations of Stacey's beautifully-accommodating rectal tube, I had the visual stimulation of seeing my friends pairing-off in interesting ways. Dolores had approached Craig, before anyone else could, and was now preparing his super-sized cock with some of her excellent oral work. Barbie was on her back on one of the mattresses, and I could see Yves, his head between her legs and his cock in her mouth in a very hot sixty-nine. Martin, meanwhile, was becoming intimately acquainted with Chelsea, kissing her hot mouth, his erect, plus-sized dick resting against her taut abdomen as her plus-plus-sized tits rubbed his chest. Monique's nice, puffy nipples were being stimulated by Luis's mouth, while she stroked his cock to a state of hardness. And Amy-Beth's tattooed skin was being licked and stroked by Josh. I could see his hand teasing the butt-plug that she, Hannah and Stacey all seemed to sport these days like jewelry.

And then I felt my new wife's ass start to grip and release me in a series of fierce contractions that told me that Stacey had achieved the first orgasm of her post-ceremony married life. (Over the previous two nights, she'd already enjoyed one or two each night after we were officially married in Papeete).

There were squeals and moans from below me. Most of these were coming from Stacey, somewhere below my knees, with others emanating from Hannah at around crotch level. I looked at Brad, who seemed to be enjoying Hannah's sweet pussy, while Hannah seemed very positively disposed towards being fucked by Brad's cock.

"Hey, buddy, turnabout? Would you like to try fucking my wife?"

"Shit, man, I'm - I'm almost there - in - inside - this little beauty..."

"Stacey'll give you a wild ride. And I think I know what Hannah would enjoy."

Her head tilted back as she looked up at me with excited and pleading eyes. "Oh God, Uncle Bob. Please stick it up my ass!"

So I carefully laid Stacey down on the mattress that had been behind me, as she moaned "Oh fuck, that was amazing. I've got to try getting ass-fucked upside down again!"

Brad rather reluctantly uncoupled from Hannah's pussy and moved between Stacey's open legs. She looked up at him hungrily. "Brad, please give it to me nice and hard. I'm so fucking horny. And Hannah, sweetie, get on my face, please. I want to taste pussy."

Hannah gasped as Stacey's tongue met her clit. Stacey moaned as Brad, having recovered a little control and composure after almost reaching the point of no return inside Hannah, plunged into my wife's open fuck-hole - the one designed by nature - and Hannah murmured "please Uncle Bob, my ass needs it. Pretty please...AH!"

I pulled out the obligatory jeweled plug with one hand while re-lubing my dick with the other, and Hannah got her wish. I watched Brad pounding my slut-angel wife and rubbing her clit with his thumb, while I explored the depths of Hannah's peachy ass and Stacey helped her bestie get where she needed to go with her skilled and insistent tongue.

The tight walls of Hannah's ass got redecorated at depth with some off-white fluid just as I felt her milking it out of me. I heard Brad moan and saw him thrust deep and hard as Stacey's muffled cries from under Hannah's pussy indicated she was receiving copious amounts of girl-juice in her face. I got the impression that Her Sluttiness hadn't had her second orgasm yet, but Brad dutifully got down and devoured her tidy little pink slit for long enough to overcome that little problem.

We all finally separated and the girls grabbed some wipes to try to mop up and control the amount of fluid covering and filling them.

A breathless Brad looked at me wide-eyed. "Bob, I've known you for a long time. But, fuck, you can be a little weird at times."

"And a lot weirder the rest of the time," Stacey added with a smile.

"But this - all of this - this is - this is..."

"Like, unreal?" Stacey helpfully finished Brad's sentence.

"Yeah. I mean, I've just had some great sex with two beautiful girls, one of whom got married to my best buddy just a couple hours ago and the other was her maid of honor. And I'm looking around at some other beautiful girls and a set of guys who are way better-looking than me, and we're all having sex together. At a wedding. Most people would consider that a little - er - unconventional?"

"Brad, you forgot to add that the partner you brought to this weird wedding is the ex-wife of your buddy's asshole brother, who is way out of most guys' league. And yet she's living with you and you are - I assume - fucking her on a regular basis, thanks to being introduced by said buddy."

"Abso-fucking-lutely. Thanks to this buddy, I've had the most amazing few months with her and she seems very happy. It's one of the best things that's ever happened to me. So I guess your weirdness is rubbing off on me."

"Hey, Brad, Chelsea and me, we talk a lot on WhatsApp," Stacey said, still wiping some of the sex juices off her silky skin. "She told me she's so glad she met you, and she's super-happy now she's with a guy who so treats her like a princess. Me, I've known this guy who treats me like a princess all my life." She hugged my arm.

"So princesses get fucked up the ass?" I asked.

"Only when they beg for it," she replied with a mischievous grin on her face. "Which reminds me; can I let Josh fuck my ass, please? I know that, now we're married, my ass isn't off limits anymore but, like, you used to be like 'there's no way Josh is gonna fuck your ass.' But I'm totally yours now, so can I do it with him, like, today?"

There was a time when her request would've pissed me off, but not now. I'd achieved an impossible ambition; to marry the sweet, sassy, sexy, slutty girl who'd been my best friend for the last twelve years and my insatiable and endlessly-enjoyable lover for less than twelve months. I'd taken full possession of my princess. I could afford to share her, even with a boy I once thought of as my rival.

"Baby, today is your day. You can fuck anyone you like; however you like."

I went to the nearest ice bucket and poured myself another glass of champagne, and turned to witness an interesting spectacle. Dolores was taking an enthusiastic fucking from Craig's enormous cock. She was on her back with her legs wide apart, watching in fascination as that long, thick lump of meat plowed into her silky, muscular cunt. Occasionally, she'd take her eyes off the way that massive black rod was pounding her and look up at the rest of Craig's impressive body. He was teasing and squeezing Dolores's well-constructed rack, leaning in to kiss her, lick her nipples and stimulate parts of her that weren't wet, wide open and insanely stretched. Both parties seemed to be enjoying it. I remembered very well how tight and inviting her pussy was, and I'm only a little more than average-sized in the cock department. Craig, I felt sure, must be enjoying something a lot tighter than he might have expected from a mature woman who'd had a child. But then he was used to fucking mega-babe Barbie, so I guessed he'd be able to control himself until Dolores had had as much as she could take. And from several very-enjoyable past experiences, I knew that Dolores could take a lot.

As for the mega-babe herself, she definitely seemed to be enjoying herself with Yves. He wasn't quite as well hung as her usual partner, but I'd managed to fuck that Playboy-plus-plus babe to orgasm with my more modest cock on a couple of delicious occasions - in her juicy cunt as well as her super-tight ass - so I felt sure that Yves could do the business for her. They'd adopted an interesting position, with Barbie's head and gorgeous chest face-down on the bed, and her hips lifted, her legs wrapped around his body as he stood and fucked her energetically in a 'wheelbarrow' position. Judging by her squeals and moans, she was finding the experience satisfactory.

Monique and Luis were locked in a classic missionary position. Her feet were crossed over his back, and they were kissing. He'd placed one hand on one of her delightful breasts and it looked like the other was slipped between their bodies, probably performing the kind of clit-rub I guess Amy-Beth had taught him. When Monique came up for air between kisses, she was making these little grunting noises every time he thrust into her, which told me that she was happy with the situation.

I don't know why I felt it important to provide an element of quality assessment to my friends' coital activities, but I was concerned that someone might not be having as good time as I was. However, everywhere I looked, it was clear that the guys were making sure the ladies were enjoying themselves - and they were clearly having an ejaculatory good time themselves. Amy-Beth was squealing and shaking as she came, lying on her side with one leg raised up to Josh's shoulder. His cock was sliding in and out of her sweet asshole, while her wet pussy, strummed regularly by Josh's fingers, was on full display to committed voyeurs like me. And just as her cries reached the scream level, Josh pulled out and squirted man-juice all over her. Me, I'd have come up her ass, as it feels better, but maybe Josh had other ideas.

Most amazingly, I saw Chelsea getting fucked doggy-style by Martin. She was on a bed quite nearby, and sideways on to me. Her big, fake tits were still well-shaped as they swung in time with Martin's rhythm, and she was pushing back to meet every thrust. And to my surprise, she looked back over her shoulder and I felt sure she panted "my ass. Try to - to stick it - stick it up - up my ass!"

"Fuck, Uncle Bob. Is he really gonna? Oh. My. God!" I turned to see Hannah beside me; she'd obviously heard Chelsea's request too. She and Stacey had brought their glasses for a refill. Brad still had his arm around Hannah, and the four of us watched in fascination as Martin pulled out of Chelsea's nice pink pussy, applied some extra lube, extracted what appeared to be quite a large plug from the hot bimbo's ass and began to insert a plus-sized plug of his own.

Chelsea was looking in our direction, and the expression on her face was priceless. First, her eyes and mouth went wide in astonishment, then she bit down on the bed-cover as Martin's substantial girth stretched that tight hole; the one that had first been successfully penetrated by yours truly barely six months earlier. And we watched in amazement as Martin slowly pushed more of his length inside Chelsea's rectal tube.

"Fuck, she used to be tight, front and rear. I hope this isn't going to make her slack," Brad said.

"So she kept up with the anal?" I asked. Brad looked at me quizzically.

"Was it you got her started?" I nodded. "Bob, is there a woman here that you haven't fucked up the ass?"

"Er, Monique," I said.

"The only one?"

"Yeah. The rest - well, they all kinda asked me to do it. Except Dolores. Stacey made her take it up the ass the first time. She's done it a lot since."

"Sorry? Stacey made her mom get fucked up the ass - by you? What the fuck?"

"It was because she was mean," Stacey explained. "She kinda seduced my boyfriend at my dad's wedding."

Brad looked very strangely at both of us. "You guys seem to live in a surreal world where normal has a whole different meaning. But I guess I should be grateful. Chelsea virtually begged me to fuck her ass when we'd barely known each other a week. She said she'd only found out a few weeks before we met how much she liked it. She was the first woman I'd - er - sodomized. I lasted about a minute."

"Chelsea is an amazing woman. I'm surprised you lasted a whole minute."

Then Chelsea got more vocal and we all turned back to see and hear the spectacle of her coming with Martin's cock up her ass. The cries of 'oh fuck!' and 'oh yes! Harder! Deeper!' reached a kind of crescendo, as she rubbed her own clit while Martin slid what I estimated was around nine inches of thick cock balls-deep up Chelsea's ass. I was suddenly reminded of the video I'd been watching when Stacey caught me jacking off, less than a year earlier. A fake-titted blonde was being fucked in her pussy and then her ass by a hung black guy. Chelsea was much more attractive than the porn actress and Martin was far better looking than the black guy in the movie, but the noises were similar. If the actress was faking her subsequent orgasm, Chelsea didn't seem to be. And I didn't think that Martin had fucked a woman up the ass before, but he'd obviously learned control, though that failed him when Chelsea came. I sympathized; when a woman's ass is pulsing around your cock, it's almost impossible to stop her milking every drop of cum out of you. Martin clearly was feeling - and giving in to - that effect.

Hannah watched in amazement. "I guess - I guess I'm gonna have to try that. If Chelsea can do it, then I need to see if it'll fit me." Her eyes were wide. I guessed that, if she did try it, her asshole would be too. I felt some pangs of regret - until now, I'd been the main recipient of the hospitality of her tight ass. I hoped that Martin wasn't going to persuade her that a thick cock up the ass was even better than one in the pussy, and was also better than a slimmer one in either orifice.

The party had definitely gotten off to a bang - or, indeed, at least seven bangs. After my initial orgasm inside Hannah's tight ass, I'd recovered sufficiently that when Stacey kindly decided to wipe my cock and balls down and then deep-throat me, I was as hard as I needed to be for some further action. I could plow my baby again, or... I looked around. Most of the others were relaxing, kissing hugging, caressing or just talking. I reluctantly extracted my cock from my wife's throat.

"I need to see to our guests, baby," I said.

She gave me a look that said 'Huh! See if I care!'. "Cool. Go and see to whoever you want. I'm gonna see who wants to see to me. C'mon, Hannah. There's like, loads of cock out there to explore." And with that, she picked up a vibrator and led Hannah off to find some more willing partners.

I looked at Brad. "How's about we fill some glasses? And then maybe fill some asses?" He gave me a look of exasperated contempt - and then got up and followed me.

We opened a couple more Champagne bottles and each took one around. Most people accepted, and I poured myself one and sat down beside Monique, who was wiping up some semen that was leaking from her pussy.

"What do you think of it so far?" I asked.

"Incroyable! That was the first time I've had sex with anyone except Yves for four years. It was so - so..."

"Naughty? Surprising? Delightful? Terrifying?"

"I think 'naughty'. Un peu coquin. But I was not expecting that there would be so much, er, sodomie. Tu n'as pas dit que tu - et tes amis - sont enculeurs."

"Mais bien sûr. Nous sommes tous enculeurs." I was aware that the French word 'enculeur' could translate as 'ass-fucker' or 'cunt' - as in the insult, not the vagina. Yes, most of my friends were ass-fuckers, but I wouldn't, joking aside, call any of them a cunt. Apart from the fact that they were all pretty decent human beings, guys like Craig could probably punch my nose through the back of my head.

"Tu parles Français?" she asked, appearing a little surprised.

"Un petit peu," I replied. "But does the sodomie offend or scare you?"

"Non." She shook her pretty head emphatically. "It's just a little surprising how you are so nonchalant about it, as if everyone does it and it's normale."

"Well, I guess for us it is normal. Every woman here has experienced it, and they all like it - most of them love it, as I think you've seen."

"You say 'every woman', but it is not something I have done. Yves is, how you say, bien doté, and I think it would not be so pleasant for me." Yes, Yves was bien doté - probably a good two inches longer than me and with greater girth.

"Perhaps. Some of the women here were a little hesitant at first. Stacey insisted we try it, but Barbie, Hannah, Chelsea, Amy-Beth and particularly Dolores took a little persuading."

"But you have been persuasive, and you have enculé all of these women? All of them?"

"Yup. And you've already seen that - let's see - four of them enjoy it so much that it was their first choice for sexual activity. But I'm not suggesting that it's for everyone. So if anal doesn't appeal, would you mind very much if I ate your pussy?"