An Old-Fashioned Wedding

AN OLD-FASHIONED WEDDING IN THE OLD COUNTRY

In a Remote Village in the Pyrenees, Jeffrey Embraces His Wife's Heritage

At the time of the events related here, Jeffrey Zeiss had been married to his wife, Esmerelda Lalanne, for seven years. Esmerelda was then thirty-five years old, and Jeffrey, thirty-seven.

They had met when Jeffrey, a rising assistant professor of statistics in a prominent mid-western university, had begun a summer research project at a French university near Bordeaux. Esmerelda had been teaching English literature there, and this lively, self-confident woman, with her ginger hair, full pointy breasts and gently oscillating hips, drew his attention immediately. She had light blue eyes and a prominent nose that did not detract from her appearance, and a substantial but not heavy body.

Nothing in her manner could be said to be indecorous. Nonetheless, she'd projected at least a hint of lasciviousness. The promise had eventually been borne out, eagerly.

For his part, Jeffrey was an attractive man, a little over six feet tall, broad-shouldered, narrow-hipped, and with black hair bearing a few lines of unexpected white. He was muscular, and liked to joke (as a statistician) that his below-the-waist apparatus was, in size and preferred applications, within one standard deviation of normal. His sexual organ was in fact a bit thicker than many, but most importantly, he knew how to use it to his and a partner's mutual satisfaction. And Jeffrey and Esmerelda had satisfied each other for many years, with only occasional, tolerated liaisons.

Esmerelda was originally from Yavuerba, a remote village high in the French Pyrenees, not Basque, but of another small linguistic and ethnic group. The Casanan. Jeffrey later learned that her French was acquired only after she'd left Yavuerba as a teenager, and it bore the faint flavor of another native tongue.

Two of Esmerelda's friends from childhood had attended their wedding in Chicago, but Esme had been somewhat vague about her late parents and other relatives, and no family member attended the nuptials. "It would be too complicated," she'd said.

After their marriage, they resettled to a California university where each had a tenure track position. They had not been back to France since, and Jeffrey had never been to Yavuerba.

Jeffrey and Esmerelda often met for lunch at the faculty club, and one early Spring day, over lunch, Esmerelda talked to Jeffrey about the wedding.

"An old, dear friend, Alesandese, is getting married this summer. It's her second time. You remember Alesa; she attended our wedding. It will be in Yavuerba, so it would be something of a trip. But I very much want us both to go."

"I'd love to," said Jeffrey. "I've always wished I had a chance to see the place where you grew up."

"It will be a traditional Casanan wedding, I want to say an old country wedding, reflecting the values of our small community. I think you will find it... engaging."

"Do you regret that we didn't get married there ourselves, in some old-fashioned way, my love?"

"No," said Esmerelda. "As you will see, the customs of a Yavuerban wedding are not those of today. Actually, they are not even the customs of other places of Western Europe a century ago. It would not have worked for us."

"Now I'm intrigued," said Jeffrey.

"I've got office hours, and I need to get back to my office. I'll tell you about it another time," she said. But Esmerelda never got around to it.

In mid-July, they flew to Bordeaux. They spent three days visiting with old friends, seeing the sights again, and resetting their circadian rhythms to the French time zone. Then they drove the four hours to Yavuerba.

During the drive, Esmerelda finally explained about the wedding.

"Alesandese has maintained some connections with Yavuerba, and she wants a ceremony that follows the forms of the traditional wedding here. I was a bit surprised. She's been married before, elsewhere, and much of the community she and I grew up with has been dispersed. I don't think the old customs are actually observed much any more.

"Anyway, among other things it will be much smaller than the full traditional Yavuerban wedding. There will be only four bridesmaids, who like me are no longer maidens, and four groomsmen, including you. All of the bridesmaids are girls we grew up with. Some now live elsewhere, some are still in Yavuerba. With the groom Guillem and Alesandese, that makes a party of ten. A good size, actually, for this kind of celebration."

Esmerelda paused.

"It will be an intimate event. Literally. The wedding will include what, in Medieval times, was called a 'bedding ceremony.'"

"Really?!" said Jeffrey. "They're going to consummate the marriage with wedding guests standing around the bed?"

"Actually... yes.

"Until very recently, that was an important part of the ceremony in Yavuerba, as in many parts of Europe in the Middle Ages. After the priest finished the religious ceremonies, the women and the men would carry the bride and groom to separate rooms, take off their clothes, then bring them naked to the marriage bed. People would get very drunk, joke and tease, throw stockings and underwear at the couple, and finally the newlyweds would get under the sheets and do it while the guests cheered them on."

"Thank you for sparing me that experience!" said Jeffrey.

"Well, you will see a version of it tomorrow evening with Guillem and Alesa. Not quite like that. But that's all I'll say for now.

"Consummating a marriage publicly was traditionally a way to recognize marriage was a social commitment before a supportive community, not just a personal matter. And Casanan culture has always been more communal than that of France or Spain, so this plays even more of a role here.

"And for reasons that will grower clearer tomorrow, there's a sense of children being raised 'in the commons' and 'by the commons,' so to speak.

"Much that is sharply separate in the individualistic West, like children being more or less the exclusive responsibility of the parents -- their property almost -- and everyone else butting out of child rearing -- that is the opposite of the Casanan way."

"Something to be said for that, I guess," said Jeffrey.

"There is more. But I think you will find it easier to understand if you experience it, rather than me trying to explain. Will you trust me and wait and see?"

"That's doubly intriguing. But I'm a grown-up. I can defer gratification."

"And gratification you shall have. I guarantee."

The wedding was to take place in an old lodge the wedding party had retained for their exclusive use. They arrived in time for lunch at a nearby restaurant with four other members of the wedding party, the bride and groom and another couple. Jeffrey had only met Alesandese previously.

Alesa was a large woman, almost as tall as Jeffrey, of olive complexion, with shiny black hair, dark brown eyes and full lips. She was solid without being fat, with a well-rounded bosom and appealingly ample hips. Her fiancé Guillem was shorter than her, stocky in build and solidly muscular. Guillem had a round face, thick nose, dark eyes, and curly brown hair.

Erruki, the best man, was with his wife Bibini. The other two bridesmaids, Zelai and Irune, and their husbands, Michel and Alaine, had gone off shopping.

Erruki was thin and dark, with the musculature of a man who worked outdoors in the vineyards. He was balding and had a narrow moustache. Bibini was very short, perhaps only five feet tall, and fleshy, with clear, soft skin and a head of fluffy reddish hair. She was a little bit plump. Jeffrey wondered what the skin under her clothes looked like and whether she was reddish down there too.

Lunch include banter about the wedding, and bride and groom were teased about their physical compatibility. There was an easy familiarity among Esmerelda and the others, and they shared tidbits of food from each other's plates, and sips of the different drinks they had ordered.

Jeffrey detected amused glances being directed at him, from time to time, suggesting that Erruki and Bibini wondered if he knew what was in store. But no one said anything about the unusual aspects of the ceremonies ahead. Bibini eyed him thoroughly. After lunch, they retired and napped in their rooms.

The guests had all received special matching outfits for the wedding, and they were similarly costumed when they came together for the ceremony in a small meeting room off the lobby.

The groomsmen wore thin umber-colored tunics over light shorts, fitting closely enough that you could see the imprint, as it were, of their cocks. The bridesmaids were attired in light dresses of a pale almond color, with designs that, on close examination, seemed to be penises and vaginas. Jeffrey could see the bridesmaids' nipples through the thin cloth of their bodices.

Another of the bridesmaids, Zelai, had reddish hair like Esmerelda and Bibini, and they all looked somewhat similar. Not like twins, but a sort of family similarity.

"They're all originally from here," Esmerelda explained. "We're kind of inbred, but in a positive way."

Jeffrey knew some kind of sexual performance lay ahead, and it made his dick firm during the marriage ceremony. He noticed bulges against the fronts of the other groomsmen's shorts as well.

The ceremony was in Casanan and Latin, and Jeffrey understood little of what the priest said. But it seemed to follow traditional patterns, and at the end there was an exchange of rings and vows by bride and groom. But after that, the best man presented the bride with another, larger gold ring, about two inches in diameter, on a small, blue velvet cushion. It looked like an old work of jewelry, and the yellow gold glowed in the candlelight. Alesandese tied the ring with a small yellow ribbon onto the sash of her wedding dress.

The priest uttered the final blessings and he departed. As promised, the guests then carried Alesandese and Guillem upstairs to the bridal suite.

A large bedroom was dominated by a heavy four-poster bed of mahogany. The room was also furnished with arm chairs, a small sofa, and wide wooden tables. Wood paneling covered the walls, and the floors were ornamented with rugs, furs, and large cushions. There was a large gilt-framed mirror on each of the side walls, and the ceiling over the bed featured a large mirror. The room was large enough that the ten-person wedding party did not feel crowded.

Candelabras illuminated the scene, and on the wall at the head of the bed hung a painting in seventeenth century Dutch style. A voluptuous nude lay on a couch on her side, her hand covering or perhaps touching her vulva, with what appeared to be a naked man lying behind her, resting a hand on her hip. Both looked out of the painting at the viewer with satisfied smiles.

It was chilly this high in the mountains of a summer evening, and a fire had been lighted. Logs crackled in the fireplace, and red embers hissed, casting a warm glow and ample heat to warm those soon-to-be unclothed. No servants were now at hand, but the tables bore wine and chilled champagne and edibles.

Guillem and Alesandese were placed before each other, and Guillem was encircled by three bridesmaids who fondled his chest, his cock and his ass through his clothes. They quickly removed his sandals, his shirt, pants, and underwear. His thighs were solid and muscular, and where they came together, his cock stood like a thick branch, plainly inciting the bridesmaids' lust. They continued to caress his body after stripping him naked.

Esmerelda stood close behind the still-clothed bride, holding her breasts through the lacy wedding gown. Esme undid two buttons at the front of the dress, and slipped her hand inside to feel a bare breast. The bride's nipples -- like Esmerelda's -- had stiffened at the sight of Guillem's aroused cock, and Esme was excited by the feel of Alesa's hard nipple on her palm.

Alesandese stepped out of Esmerelda's hands and untied the large gold ring from her sash. She knelt and placed it over Guillem's swollen shaft, sliding it down the length of his cock. The ring fit tightly at the base, squeezing his cock. Alesandese kissed the place where ring and pubis came together, and pressed her tongue flat against Guillem's glans for a moment, tasting his cock. He inhaled sharply.

"With this ring, I honor thy body," she said.

Alesandese returned to her feet and stood with open legs before her naked and unashamed spouse. They looked at each other with trust and manifest desire.

Esmerelda came behind Alesandese and held her shoulders in a loving embrace. She softly kissed Alesandese behind her ear, then untied the sash. She grasped the front of Alesa's white gown firmly, then abruptly tore it open. Buttons flew, and everyone laughed. Esmerelda slowly pulled the wedding dress down and off the bride.

Alesandese wore neither panties nor bra, but white stockings came up to her thighs. She stood gloriously naked before the wedding party, proud as a goddess. Her eyes were all on Guillem's firm body, and his on hers. He surveyed her from lips to tits to cunt, and back. She glowed, as she watched her bridesmaids tease Guillem's cock, and as Esmerelda, from behind, put her middle finger between her legs.

"You may kiss the bride," said Esmerelda, who appeared to be acting as Maitresse d'.

Guillem took Alesandese in his arms, and they kissed deeply. She raised a leg and wrapped it around his calf, to better feel his cock against her.

They released each other, and the women lifted Alesandese to the foot of the bed and laid her on her back. Her ass rested on a fur at the bottom of the great bed, and two bridesmaids raised up her legs. They opened her thighs wide and tied her ankles to the bedposts with red silk ribbons. A wide black ribbon was placed over her eyes.

Alesandese's pussy had been tinted and decorated with something like henna. Each fold of her labia was a different shade, from pink to red, making her cunt look like an oval bullseye awaiting a flight of shafts -- which it was. Her pussy had been shaven, and surrounding her pudendum were intricate patterns, extending from cunt to thighs, ass and naked mons.

Alesa had been readied for fucking. Jeffrey's cock throbbed with vicarious anticipation.

Esmerelda came close to him and whispered, "It's about to become participatory."

Bibini had meanwhile come over and slipped her hand up a legging of Jeffrey's shorts. She felt his balls and his cock. Jeffrey's curiosity about her flesh and the color of her pubic hair was destined, he knew, to be sated. Esmerelda was meanwhile feeling up the best man. Jeffrey lifted Bibini's dress so he could reach her pussy. No panties hindered him.

Esmerelda pulled her dress over her head and tossed it. She was naked, and in a moment the other three bridesmaids also doffed their clothes. Jeffrey loved Bibini's full tits and generous hips, and the abundance of hair around her cunt. The bridesmaids quickly removed the groomsmen's remaining clothes. The entire party was naked.

The abundance of ass, tits, nipples and labia inflamed Jeffrey. He saw every cock was like his: engorged and erect. And he noted that the female pubes were fluffy with ginger or black hair.

"Now all may embrace the bride," announced Esmerelda.

Guillem went to his knees. He held Alesandese's ass and gave her pussy a long, passionate oral embrace. Irune and Zelai were kneeling on the bed at Alesa's side, rolling her nipples with their fingers, and intently watching Guillem's long lustful kiss. Guillem finally stood and moved aside to watch.

The best man, Erruki, knelt next. He took the bride's bottom in his two hands as though it were a chalice, opened her slit with his fingers, and kissed her pussy lips reverently.

Then it was Alaine's and Michel's turns, each taking more time to kiss and lick Alesandese's cunt.

Jeffrey was last. Bibini had been caressing his ass and balls, and his attention had wavered for a moment. He smiled at Bibini and gently moved her hand away.

He looked quickly across to Esmerelda, then knelt, closed his eyes, and, sticking out the tip of his tongue, tasted the bride's moist pussy hole. He bestowed an open-lipped kiss. "Mazel tov," he said softly. Culturally inappropriate? Whatever. He decided he would make the most of his turn.

He made his tongue flat and drew it along her labia and down to her anus, then made it pointy and poked her butt hole. The little hole tightened for a moment then relaxed. Alesa moaned, and he zigzagged his tongue back across her cunt lips and to her clit. As he licked, he looked up to see the two bridesmaids pulling Alesandese's tits and sucking on them. His cock throbbed. He wanted to fuck her right now.

Savoring her swollen clit, he licked firmly and Alesa gasped a prolonged "Ohhhh." When he licked a circle around her clitoris, she grabbed his head and pushed her pussy into his face, rocking her pelvis. He put his middle finger into her cunt and felt her vagina grasp. Then Jeffrey took her entire clit into his mouth and sucked.

"Oh god, don't stop! Don't stop!" cried Alesandese -- and as Jeffrey sucked harder, she gave a high ecstatic cry. An orgasm crashed over her. "Ahhhhh."

Jeffrey waited a moment, then rose and returned to Esmerelda's side. Esmerelda licked his mouth.

All attention remained on Alesandese, and they watched as Guillem prepared to mount his orgasmic bride. He brushed the bridesmaids aside and took her breasts with tender hands. She reached down to feel his hairy balls, and guided his thick cock to her cunt. Her murmur was soft and appreciative, knowing their orgasms were only beginning.

"Fuck me deep, my love," she said. "Let thy ring touch my circle." He pressed his cock in fully and gently until both felt the warm gold. Alesandese moved the black blindfold aside and smiled.

"I need to see you, my Guillem."

Guillem began moving.

Esmerelda, watching, kissed Jeffrey as Bibini -- who had been tickling his anus -- licked his cock. Bibini looked sidelong at Guillem and Alesandese. Esme softly instructed Jeffrey.

"Next, you and the others will all fuck Alesa. All this sucking is to get everyone so hot that they come quickly and often.

"This is our tradition. The groom and a group of groomsmen fill her pussy with so much come that her cunt overflows and no one knows whose baby pops out nine months later."

"God, I do want to fuck her," said Jeffrey. "You, too," he added hastily.

Esme smiled. "All that you wish for shall come to pass."

Esmerelda paused as Michel sidled up and pressed his cock against her ass crack. She caught her breath, then tried to continue as Michel took her cunt in his hand.

"There's a term in Casanan for this group fucking, that translates into something like droit des communs, 'right of the commons.' Not 'right of the commoners.' Right of the commons. Representing communal loving and caring. Communal giving and taking, not a seigneur seizing. And especially giving love to all the children."

The bride and groom were fucking with vigor and were audibly close to orgasm. The sounds of passion grew. Guillem's thrusts became more insistent.

"Squeeze with your cunt, my love," he said. Thrusting his cock against her mock resistance, he rocked his hips and, deep in her pussy, his engorged tool shot wave after wave of cream into her. The throbbing cock and the spray of come pushed Alesa over the brink into her second orgasm of the evening.

After more kisses and caresses, Guillem stood back, and Alesandese put the ribbon back over her eyes. She smiled broadly.

The best man Erruki took Guillem's place. Erruki had been fellated almost to orgasm by Zelai, a thin woman with small tits. He pressed his cock flat against Alesandese's labia, sliding his dick back and forth across her wet clit, then he put his shaft inside her and fucked. He creamed in Alesa's cunt almost immediately. The next groomsman, Michel, followed suit, and with ecstatic cries he promptly came.

The near-constant, scarcely interrupted thrusting and pumping -- one cock after another, pistoning in and out, shooting come after come into Alesa's pussy -- transformed the three men's fucking into a single orgasmic event for the bride.

Zelai's attentions had turned to Alaine, and she was on her hands and knees in front of him, her head turned to lick the base of his dick while she lightly stroked his cock head with her thumb. His excitement rose, and he moved behind Zelai and turned her around. He knelt and pushed his cock all the way into her cunt and started fucking.

Zelai could feel Alaine start to throb and she warned him not to dare come. She pushed him aside in time. He immediately stuck his cock into Alesandese's come-sodden cunt. Her heart pounding, Alesa held herself still, and Alaine felt her pussy squeezing him then fluttering. He slowed so he would not come right away.

Alesandese sighed contentedly, and drew the ribbon aside again. She practically came again from Irune and Zelai sucking her breasts, and when she turned to look at Zelai, she could see both women in the mirrors at the sides of the room. Because the mirrors faced each other, Alesa saw reflections of reflections in an infinite set of images of her friends sucking her tits.

With his stiff cock still in Alesandese's twat, Alaine touched the hollows in her crotch and thumbed some of the overflowing come onto her clit. Jeffrey watched, but with Esmerelda feeling him up, it was more than he could take in.

The two groomsmen who had already fucked Alesandese, Erruki and Michel, had turned to Bibini, who now lay on a mountain lion fur near the fireplace with her legs splayed open. Michel was on his knees, probing her cunt with two fingers while he licked her clit. Her husband Erruki was kissing her neck, and lovingly caressed her nipples. She breathed heavily.

Esmerelda handled Jeffrey's stiff cock absently -- but still distractingly -- while he watched the drama. Alesandese was being royally fucked, no doubt about that, and he would have her next. Esmerelda tried to get his attention.

"Traditionally," she was explaining, "everyone in the wedding party was there to witness the deflowering, but not everyone would fuck the bride. There's a limit to how much cock a cunt can bear. But it was considered a harbinger of good fortune and womanly vigor if she could receive seven men's come and have seven orgasms on her wedding night.

"They tried to time the weddings for two or three nights before ovulation, in hopes a wombful of semen would lead to pregnancy after the wedding night. Maybe even twins! The blindfold was so the bride would not know who had fucked her, and no one could know whose seed had won the race.

"The child would be loved by its parents, whoever the 'real' father was, and since so many of the village children might be almost anyone's, every child received love from everyone."

"That's so sweet," said Jeffrey. "So maybe I'm going to be the father of Alesandese's baby?"

"No, she's on birth control. She just wanted to experience a traditional wedding."

Jeffrey hesitated. "Were you the fruit of a traditional wedding?"

"Yes. But that's a big subject, and we're not going to talk about it now."

"Ahhhhh," the bride and groomsman finally moaned together, and they were still.

"Of course," said Esmerelda, "the blindfold isn't really needed, since Alesa knows every man here is going to fuck her. She likes the idea, I think, that she won't know who's fucking her at any particular moment. But the ribbon's not tied, and she can move it any time she wants."

It was Jeffrey's turn. His cock was almost exploding, but he wanted to control himself because he wanted to make Alesandese come. He knelt before her and kissed her oozing twat.

"Your pussy is soft and creamy," he said. "You have a beautiful cunt."

"And your handsome cock is hard and ready, I trust?" said Alesandese.

"You're the judge," he said. "It's all for you."

He kissed her spread thighs, starting just below her knees and alternating sides, moving down, down, down toward the junction -- her wet cunt.

Alesandese's tied-high legs kept come from draining down her thighs. But a pool of white cream collected and seeped from the lips of her pussy, and he tasted it as he licked her clit.

"I love eating your cunt," he said.

He spread some of the cream down to her butt, and, overcoming a little resistance, pushed his middle finger into her asshole. He finger-fucked her butt and thumbed her clit until Alesa began whimpering. Then, looking down on her wide open, sopping wet cunt, he eased his thick cock into her.

"Esmerelda?" Alesandese said dreamily. "Is that your man between my legs?"

"Yes, Alesa, it's me and that's him."

Alessande took off the blindfold and looked into the overhead mirror. She looked down on herself and on Jeffrey pumping away. She saw herself, a woman on her back, her legs bound high, a woman's head at one of her tits, and a cock penetrating her, in and out.

"He's nice," Alesandese managed to get out. Her heart was pounding.

"Guillem and I want you," she managed to say to Esmerelda. "In the way for maidens. Come up here."

Esmerelda smiled and got on the bed. Facing Jeffrey, and watching him fuck, she placed her knees on either side of Alesandese's head, and squatted to offer her pussy. Alesa put her mouth into her friend's cunt and licked her slit. Esme rested her face on Alesa's stomach and rubbed the overflowing come on Alesa's clitoris while she watched Jeffrey fuck away.

Esmerelda's ass obscured Alesa's view so she couldn't see Jeffrey in the mirror. But looking up she could see herself eating pussy and see Guillem's giant cock, ready for Esme.

A tube of lube was on the bed, and Alesandese squirted some onto Esmerelda's anus, working it in with her thumb. Esme made appreciative sounds. Guillem knelt behind Esmerelda and pushed the tip of his dick in her asshole until it opened, and his cock slid in.

Jeffrey looked into Esmerelda's eyes as he fucked Alesandese. Alesa's cunt had been wildly slippery with come, and some had squished out when his cock went in. Still, however wet, a tight twat was a tight twat, and Alesandese had one. Jeffrey loved being in her cunt. Alesa's cheeks, her face as well as her ass, were flushed, and she crooned her satisfaction as he put cock to her.

Esmerelda was close to coming. Alesandese's tongue in her cunt... Guillem's big cock, halfway up her ass, sliding in and out of her asshole ever faster... and seeing her husband fucking, just inches away.

Her cunt was aflutter at the sight of Jeffrey's thick veiny tool, creamy with other men's come, going in and out of her dear friend's cunt. Her man's come-slimed cock, pounding another woman's twat. Esme's pussy trembled and she almost swooned.

Alesandese was breathless, but got out a few words in Casanan. "Will you go for the gold?"

"Ya," said Esmerelda.

She took a deep breath. Then leaned back suddenly and gasped. She'd driven Guillem's hefty cock all the way up her asshole. The full length and thickness of his cock stretched her anus wide, and the gold ring, warm with body heat, pressed tightly against the rim of her widened hole. Guillem grabbed Esmerelda by her hips and pushed down hard, pressing the base of his shaft against her ringed asshole, and squeezing his cock. With a triumphant roar, he sprayed cream. Guillem came.

Jeffrey was beyond endurance. He heard Guillem's cry and knew Guillem was shooting come up his wife's asshole. In the overhead mirror he saw the woman he was fucking eating his wife's pussy, and he imagined come was about to drip from Esme's butt hole into Alesa's mouth. Alesa's tight cunt snugly embraced his cock and she squeezed. He fucked with violent strokes, once, twice, thrice, and Alesandese cried out. Jeffrey came.

Esmerelda could see Jeffrey's cock throb, and she heard him growl ferociously as he creamed into her friend's cunt. That cock's mine, Esmerelda thought with an dirty smile, even as Jeffrey's fucking of another woman thrilled her. Guillem's throbbing dick had pounded her. And Alesa's tongue's ravished her cunt. Esmerelda came.

Guillem, Esmerelda and Jeffrey all came. The three orgasms overwhelmed Alesandese and drove her over the orgasmic precipice. The force of Jeffrey's cock, his balls banging her ass, the jet of hot come, the taste of Esme's twat, and the smell of her husband's crotch as he fucked her friend up the ass, the ecstatic cries -- all these loosed Alesandese's orgasm. Alesandese came.

They all slowed and lay still, quivering together. Jeffrey slowly withdrew his cock from Alesandese. Guillem's softening dick left Esme's asshole. Esmerelda leaned in to lick everyone's cream off Jeffrey's cock. Jeffrey twitched. The others all watched quietly.

Alesandese recovered first.

"Millions and billions," she said. "There must be millions and billions of little spermies swimming inside my cunt. The yield of ten wonderful balls." She giggled. "I'm the belle of the balls."

Then she spoke more formally.

"Thank you all for all of your fine and fancy fucking. Each of you shall receive a little handwritten thank you note from me in due course. Due intercourse. Guillem, dear, would you stir it now?"

Guillem untied her and kissed her feet, and sucked her toes. Alesa stretched her legs.

Guillem had watched proudly as his wife's hot cunt had captivated four men, inducing them to fill her to overflowing. And he was still rigid, even after having emptied the elixir of his balls into Esmerelda's lovely tight ass.

He put his cock into Alesandese again, and she lifted her head to watch. Laughing, he wiggled his hips back and forth, pushing the come around. She squeezed her pussy, and reached to draw Guillem into her arms. As they kissed deeply, and their bellies came together, his excitement rose, and he felt her tits and her entire body touching him, skin to skin. He fucked harder, and again Guillem came inside Alesandese. Alesandese simply trembled.

Finally Guillem softened. His cock slipped out, and he lay beside Alesandese. They wrapped their arms around each. "Beloved," he said.

Everyone had slowed, and they watched the come flow from the bride's pussy. This was the point. No one knew whose any part of it was.

One of the bridesmaids opened Alesandese's thighs so they could all look. She spoke in Casanan.

"Beba Womah, beba seyad." Bless the womb and bless the seed. She kissed Alesa's pussy lips and drew a small amount of cream into her mouth.

Each of the bridesmaids repeated the ritual.

They turned to their men, dribbled come from their lips onto the men's cocks, and sucked. Some of the groomsmen had had enough. Others, including Jeffrey, came again in their partners' mouths. One way or another, the bridesmaids all swallowed five men's come.

"Enough," said Alesandese finally. "Time for champagne."

It became a party. The groomsmen popped the corks on the bottles nesting in ice buckets, and the wedding party turned to toasts, and drinking and talk. But after a time, hands began caressing the insides of thighs, brushed against soft cocks, helping them stiffen, and lips sought kisses, nipples, cocks, labia, cunts and anuses.

Combinations and permutations slowly formed and evolved, and pleasure was shared.

Jeffrey found Bibini, and he stroked and squeezed her soft flesh. Zaftig, she is, he thought. He liked that. She stroked the fat vein on the front of his shaft, and his asshole pulsed with pleasure. He rubbed his cock against her lovely round tits and ass, and finally he spread her thighs wide. He thrust his cock into her cunt and fucked her while Esmerelda lay on her side watching. Then Esmerelda rolled Jeffrey onto his back and, mounting, fucked him.

The bride and groom had more orgasms, then watched the pleasures of their wedding guests. Eventually, men and women drifted to sleep in each other's arms, between thighs, by cheeks, on stomachs, and against cock and pussy.

Although the servants of the inn had hitherto appeared only briefly and discretely, to provide fresh champagne bottles and refresh the hors d'oeuvres and victuals, now they brought shearling throws and furs to cover the wedding guests. And all slept soundlessly until morning.

* * *

"Does it take a special kind of man," Jeffrey asked Esmerelda, as they stopped at a café in the Dordogne, on their way back to the airport, "a special man to watch without jealousy four other men fuck his newlywed wife in order to maybe impregnate her with who knows whose seed?"

"Not in Yavuerba fifty years ago," said Esmerelda. "Possession just wasn't part of their vision of sexual relations, nor of childbearing or child rearing. Unthinkable it seems to us. To me, too, I confess. But Alesandese's wedding was a throwback, even though she, of course, used birth control to avoid the purposeful uncertainty that was once the core of the rituals. Yavuerba has caught up to the rest of the world, and nowadays no one would do what was done there once upon a time. We have fallen to the self-regarding level of the modern world."

"By the way," she added after a time, "we should be grateful this non-modern wedding did not include those modern fixtures of marital union, the videographer and photographer! We must hold the events only in our hearts and our memories."

"But for all we know," Jeffrey observed, "the future might include memory aids -- reunions of some of the principals, and further celebrations of the spirit of Yavuerba."

"So it may," said Esmerelda.