6 comments/ 189908 views/ 10 favorites Bride to Be By: lyrica My arranged marriage to Ajay Mehta was intended to heal longstanding rifts in our family. Growing up, I understood the importance of it, and resigned myself to a life without romance. Because Ajay's father was an influential businessman, my own father's fortunes changed considerably, so that at age eighteen I became the first girl from our village to make the journey from Uttar Pradesh to a US college. Now, four years later, I made the journey back with some dread. Arriving home, my parents put on their bravest face. Of course they were delighted to see me but I could tell that something was wrong. Over breakfast they explained what had happened. The sibling rivalry between Ajay and his brother Shikesh, which started innocently in their boyhood, had grown to something approaching all out war. Only their fearsome father's determination to keep the family together had prevented violent consequence. I remembered Shikesh well. He was always jealous of his brother's plans to wed me, and dolefully protested his love for me during our adolescence. Although flattered, I knew to turn him down. In the meantime, Shikesh had won the confidence of his father, and over the last two years, his cruel approach to doing business had led to a worsening of relations between our families. Their father (blinded in his youth) had insisted that the marriage proceed promptly - if he still approved of me. And that if he did not approve, my father was to repay the money "that you saw to swindle me out of". It had been arranged that I was to visit his homestead, where elders (uncles and male cousins) would be on hand to advise him whether to proceed. The meeting was to be the next day. I knew at once what the pretext would be. Although I'm a beautiful 23-year old, I've inherited my mother's full-bodied form. By 40dd breasts press against my sari, and many friends have teased me (kindly) about the visible jiggle in ass when I wear dresses or saris. I went to bed with some trepidation that night, and set out for Ajay's house the next day. Ajay was away on arranged business, ad when I arrived the atmosphere in the house was visibly tense. I was led curtly to a room, in which the men had been breakfasting. My future (hopefully) father sat sternly on an armchair in the middle of room. "Come here girl," he croaked, barely stirring in his seat. I walked to over to him, stopping in front of his chair. "Closer." I shuffled forward to the front of his chair, stopping inches away from it. Two wrinkled hands raised from his lap, and I stooped my face towards his palms, so that he could "see" me. I looked with some trepidation at his wizened face, his lips trembling slightly as his fingers traced the contours of my face. Feeling my the fullness of my lips (I bit my lip as a fingertip threatened to enter my mouth), prodding the soft fullness of my cheeks. I noticed a frown, as his touch found the underside of my chin. In disgust he pawed at the second chin that now covered what once was an elegant neck. "Chubby girl," he coughed. There was muted laughter from the rest of the room and I slinked back in embarrassment. He clapped sternly and I stooped towards him again. This time his hands moved down. His frown deepened, as he ran his palms over my breasts. His pace quickened as he traced their outlines through my sari, squeezing gently to assess their size. I could read his thoughts, as I'd realised that the moment His hands dropped to his lap in disappointment. "Too big. My son needs a princess, not this." I felt a lot of shame, and turned to leave the room. Shikesh grabbed my firmly by the arm and brought me back to the front of the chair. "Baba ji will tell you when to leave. You've brought enough trouble to your family, and you're well advised not to make things worse." I stood before him again, trying to conceal my embarrassment from the rest of the room. Stealing a quick glance around, I noticed the gleeful excitement in the eyes of the men present. All were engrossed in my humiliation. The elders maintained the pretense of dignity as they looked on. Shikesh stuffed himself with potato curry, greedily eying my body in anticipation of further shame. I was struck by how thin his earlier outpourings of love, spoken with such conviction only a few years ago, were shown up by his repulsive delight in my pain. "The bottom!" These words were spat so suddenly at me, that I was for a few seconds I was at a loss for response. "I've seen the top, now show me your bottom". I was stunned, but Seeing the menace in the face of my could-be father, I decided to obey. Turning around slowly, I shivered slightly as I waited for his hands. I pushed my fat posterior toward him. Instead there was only more laughter. Daveen's, one of the uncles in the family was stern-faced, pointing at my feet. "He means the bottom of your body." And then someone behind me offered "is this the refined language of an American college girl? The language of a whore." In a more enlightened setting I'd protest the absurdity of their claim to proper usage, but I knew better and kept my mouth shut. Mr Mehta patted the arm of his chair, and I got the impression that I was meant to lift a foot onto it. I now stood balanced uncomfortably, with one leg on the floor, and the other resting on the arm of his chair. Although I realised that he was blind, I felt ashamed of the view up my my sari which a sighted man would have enjoyed from his vantage point. Custom dictated that I wear no shoes about the house in the presence of elders. He expected my uncovered feet, and began to caress them immediately. He seemed interested in the grooming (could he feel the layered nail varnish, were the nails neatly clipped), and smiled faintly upon discovering the amulet I wore on my ankle. He took care to identify the miniature deities adorning it. I thought that things were improving for me, but his hand caught hold of the flesh above my ankles. When I say that I'm a little plump, this doesn't just apply to the area around my waist. My calves are pretty ample, and the hairs that bristle to the touch give a taste of what lies further up. The room fell silent as his hands snaked up my shin - still with that pained silence on his face. The impulse to escape seized me once again. I stole a glance around the room, where the other men looked on with cheerful anticipation. I noticed with dismay that Shikesh had stopped chewing, and was now stroking a bulge clearly visible through his loose-fitting doti. At this point Mr. Mehta pushed me away roughly. He rose, reached for his cane, and found his way out of the room without a word. The tears streamed down my cheeks as I realised that things were over. My family would have to bear the consequence of my descent into obesity. Choking back the tears, I walked towards the door. "Where do you think you're going?" Shikesh stared meanly at me. "In your American slut-college, do you pass your exams by leaving midway?" There was a roar of laughter. "But Baba ji has left..." I began to protest. "Well, thankfully you are not Baba ji - resume your position." Weighing the gravity of my situation I knew better than to resist. Shikesh took up the seat vacated by his father, and with much shame I obeyed his instruction to place my foot where it had been. His eyes darted at the flesh exposed by my opened sari. Fortunately, my fleshy thighs pressed together, preventing a view of my pantied crotch. "An ocean of cellulite" he mused. More laughter. "Oh stop the crocodile nonsense!" he snapped unsympathetically as the tears streamed down my cheeks. By now he was pleasing himself, stroking my calf with his right hand. His left hand moved to his crotch, as his fingers reached upwards to my thighs. In spite of his meanness, there was something loving about the rhythm of his caress. As he gently pawed my dimply, bulging thighs I tried in vain to shift my thoughts elsewhere. "Time to part the oceans", he sneered. At this he pushed my raised knee to the side, urging me to spread before him. To my further shame, I recalled that I'd decided to spoil myself that morning, by wearing my favourite white lace thong. Although the string was extra long, to reach all the way around my ample bum, the edges of my unshaven pussy oozed out from the sides of the gusset. "Uncut?! What's your idea of wifely hygiene? Look at this - it's unbelievable." At this point the others came around, feigning indignation at the sight before them. "Horrible", "a shame", were some of their remarks. Despite their supposed disgust, they were stroking themselves shamelessly, their gazes fixed on my thighs and panties. "Look, it goes further", commented one of the older uncles, pointing to the wisps of hair that snaked out the top of my panties. At this Shikesh roughly yanked open my sari, exposing my pot-bellied womb. "What a cow", protested one of the emboldened uncles, who groped at the bulges on my waist. Soon his hands were followed by others, pretending the same concern. Shikesh went further - "I sure hope this is unused", he demanded, tapping at my pantied cunt. "Better inspect, Shikesh ji. No way your brother is deserving of a whore." Because the tears had welled in my eyes, I couldn't identify the font of this "wise" advice, which Shikesh wasted no time implementing. Roughly yanking my panties aside, he exposed my pussy to his relatives. "Big lips", one murmured. "Well, she's a big girl." Out of deference to my husband-to-be, Shikesh took care not to enter, as he prodded about, ostensibly testing for tell-tale signs of prior penetration. Some of the others took courage from this. I felt hands on my bum. "Oh, you need two to hold onto this." "Ajay will have his hands full", they joked, as they massaged and squeezed the roundness of my bum. Although nobody bothered explaining the "reasons" for this violation, one of the more rigorous members had the presence of mind to lift my sari, giving him a clear feel of the dimpled fat on my bum. As he tugged rhythmically on the g-string cleaved between my meaty butt cheeks, the fabric rubbed against my clit, tempting me into arousal, despite my shame. Meanwhile, Shikesh had not removed his hand from his crotch, and continued to stroke the front of me with his other hand. Naturally, I moistened, as I bit my lip in shame. When his hand was roughly covered with my free-flowing pussy juice, he smeared it on the underside of my bum, smiling at me for the first time. I cringe as I recall the hands that pawed at my breasts. Prodding away, they delighted at the firmness, and tweaked my (shamefully) stiffening nipples. One of the men left early, excusing himself as he planted a sloppy kiss on my lips, deftly darting the tip of his tongue into my mouth. He squeezed my bum by way of goodbye. In a matter of very little time, some cocks were out, and my molestation was shamelessly exploited for the benefit of those present. I was made to endure the discomfort of my position, and the hands wandering all over my body, until the last one of them had jerked himself to a climax. They left the room individually, until I was alone with Shikesh. "My brother, will be the first to enjoy you. I am sure you will make a good bride." Bride to Be I Gwen's feet hurt, her whole body ached, and there was a monstrous rip in the hem of her travelling clothes. She grasped the edge of the rock and found a foothold, pushing farther away from home. On all sides there was nothing more than tall trees which blocked the sun. The gentle light which filtered through the treetops gave the rocky mountain a magical look. It was almost as if Gwen might wake up in her bed. She raised her head. It was time to move further on, and find out what was on the other side. She managed to climb onto the uneven rock, stopping to take a breather, and listen. There was nothing. Not even the sound of the wind, or the chirping of a bird. No remote sounds of voices, horses or the squeaking creak of carriages. Gwen looked towards the slanting hill above. It wasn't as steep as the one she'd just conquered. There was always the possibility that she could go back down the mountain, but there wasn't any way to be certain that those awful men wouldn't be waiting for her. She inhaled deeply and gathered her strength. In her short life, she'd seen quite a lot. She'd been orphaned at an early age, left in the care of an orphanage, went to school and survived loneliness ... but she'd never seen anyone be killed before. She'd never expected to witness anyone to die so violently. That stagecoach driver had been shot even after he'd stopped moving. The other passenger had his head blown off with a large gun. They would have eventually killed her too ...The bandits were probably saving her for amusement later on. The nuns at the orphanage had warned her that men would want to ravish her. The bandits hadn't considered her as a threat; they were too busy breaking open the boxes strapped to the roof. She'd taken advantage of their interest in the strongbox carrying the miners' payroll to make an escape. Gwen turned and ran into the woods. She hoped they wouldn't risk following her. They didn't follow her, but her situation hadn't improved greatly. She took two steps forward and quickly tripped. She fell facedown against the pine needles which carpeted the ground beneath her. Her hair mattered her face, golden curls which were usually well primed were now curling wildly and adorned with a number of pine needles. Right now, she'd trade her virginity for a pair of men's boots and a blanket. "C'mon Gwen!" she said audibly. "Let's show these people what you're made of!" Those bastards had taken off her boots to prevent her from running. It seemed they hadn't counted on her stubbornness to survive. Ripping her dress she quickly made herself some shoes made of cloth. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. She took yet another deep breath before getting up and moving on. Gwen suddenly felt a surge of energy and courage. Her will alone propelled her up the mountain. Each step rise, every foot she took, every rock she climbed, became a conquest, a triumph, a step toward a new life. She saw smoke rising first and the view of a rooftop took her by surprise. Gwen saw a cabin and crept carefully forward. Lying down, and with her face barely off the ground, she studied the sight. It was a large log cabin, firmly built at the top of the mountain. The area around the cabin was cleared. Would it be dangerous to ask the owner of that cabin for help? Surely they wouldn't reject a woman alone on top of the mountain. Would they greet her with violence? Would they try to rape her? Were they like the men who had robbed the stagecoach and murdered those people? As she pondered, the door burst open. A woman wearing men's clothing stormed out of the cabin, and at the sight of her Gwen held her breath. She was huge, tall and broad, with suntanned skin, black hair pulled back in a ponytail which hung past her shoulders. What sort of woman was she? Not the type she was accustomed to seeing, anyhow. She appeared to be utterly uncivilized, messy, and as untamed as the wild animals which certainly roamed these mountain. A savage, she thought with fear. She walked away from the cabin, unaware of Gwen's presence, and continued walking until she vanished over the rise on the other side of the lodging. Gwen remained immobile on the ground for awhile longer. Her chances of finding help on this mountain were slim, if not impossible. Perhaps she was harmless and there was a chance of getting help. Living on this mountain didn't mean she had to be a savage ... She crept from the woods, watching the now empty rise over which the woman had vanished. Desperate as she was for help and food, she wasn't yet so desperate that she'd chance an encounter with that woman. The door was slightly ajar, and swung inwardly as Gwen knocked. "Hello?" she called as her voice was a near whisper. "Is anyone here?" The door opened onto a kitchen. "Hello?" she called a little louder this time. Her voice echoed through the silent cabin. In the centre of the warm kitchen there was a table with bread and cheese on it. There was a steaming bowl of stew cooking. The fragrance was divine, and Gwen stepped inside, shutting the door behind her. She was ravenous, and hadn't realised it until this moment, as the smell tempted her: meat, spices and potatoes. A part of her knew she was stealing but her hunger overrode her moral dilemmas. Her stomach grumbled, and Gwen packed in eating. II For ten years Alex had lived alone and hated people around her. Alex liked her solitude, needed it in the way she needed air to breathe. Her father was a miner who'd come to these mountains to make his fortune. Instead he dug his own grave when the mine accidentally collapsed, killing him instantly. Ever since then Alex pretty much stayed on the mountains. She hunted what she needed to eat, occasionally trading furs for other goods. It was a good life, but lately she'd found herself wanting. She flung open the door, allowing it to crash into the wall and swing back shut behind her. Alex tossed off her heavy coat and let it drop on the kitchen floor. She loved her life and her mountain just the way it was. From time to time she'd have to chase intruders from her mountain, but winter had finally arrived. With the first snow of the season there'd be no strangers to bother her until the spring. Her stew was getting cold, and she was famished. Suddenly to her shock Alex glanced down at a tiny woman who'd been wolfing down her food. They stared first at the bowl which Gwen had been eating from and then at each other. Alex's nostrils flared. She looked angry, so very angry. She was not angry that this girl was eating her food, but that she'd slipped passed her undetected. Stealing her food was only adding insult to injury! "Who the fuck are you!?" She snarled viciously at Gwen. "I – I – got robbed," Gwen said as she lifted her spoon. A droplet of saucy stew ran down the side. "And that gives you the right to rob me?!" "I ..." She stopped as soon as Alex glared at her. That glare, Gwen concluded, would make the hairs of a bear stand on end, it was ferocious. Her size alone was threatening enough, full six feet tall and wide broad shoulders. Alex walked to the table and lifted the bowl, stared into it briefly, and then returned her stare to Gwen. For some reason or another rather than shrinking away as most would've done, and it was probably what she should've done, she found herself standing her ground. She didn't survive near death and probable rape just to get bullied by a savage. Alex fumed furiously, her eyes narrowing acidly and her lips curling together. "This is my mountain! My cabin! My food!" She seethed, balling her hands into fists as if to strike Gwen down. "Thief!" It took Alex two quick steps to reach her. When she did, Gwen leaned backward a little, but it was enough to make her lose her balance. She toppled to the chair and broke it. She fell to the floor and landed in a very indelicate position on her bottom. She groaned as she added a sore derriere to her list of ailments. "Ow! I'm not a thief," she protested. "I only ate the food because I was hungry ..." Alex growled a low warning from deep in her throat and glared at Gwen, daring her to continue. Gwen looked back timidly, swallowed dryly and rose to face her accuser; she needed to crane her neck up to do that. "I'm no thief," she repeated and placed her hands on her hips, a habit she'd acquired from watching the nuns at the orphanage. "I'll pay you back as soon as I have some money." Alex blinked surprised and involuntarily took a step backwards. She was impressed as well as amused by her pose of defiance. She was at a loss for words by this little runt's courage. Alex had been in knife fights before and killed men who outweighed and outsized her. "How did you get here?" She glanced out the window. "Are you alone?" "Well ... yes!" She spoke uncertainly. "I was robbed by bandits. I ran away barefoot too, you see!" She raised her foot to show she wore no shoes. "I didn't expect them to follow me. I must admit that Sister Mary Roberts would've been very proud of me for running away like that." "Christ, you're a nun!?" Alex said nearly horrified. "Oh no," she flicked a lock of golden hair behind her ear. "The nuns helped raise me at the orphanage and ..." "Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much," she declared, her gaze closed on her face. "You fill my ears with your babble." "I'm trying to explain." She folded her arms only feeling slightly offended. "I understand that you're upset by my presence. I'm certain that once you escort me down the mountain we can come to an arrangement ..." Alex listened, motionless before this small woman, her expression softened slightly. She continued to talk, but Alex wasn't paying any attention to what she was saying. A surprising grin split her face, and she was able to overlook this woman's intrusion. There was such innocence and youthfulness in her appearance. "Are you even listening to what I'm saying?" Gwen had her hands on her hips again. "You enter my cabin, eat my food and ..." an amused smile curled her mouth, "now I'm to risk my life to 'escort' you through a snow storm. You're a demanding little thing." Her laughter filled the cabin, bouncing off the walls and echoing loudly in Gwen's ears. It was an enjoyable laugh, full of real and genuine humour. "Snow?" Gwen smiled nervously. "What do you mean?" Gwen ran to the window and watched the snow fall hard, and it was only the beginning of what promised to be a very long cold storm. She'd never seen snow before, and if circumstances had been different would have felt merry, but not now. Gwen shivered, and it had nothing to do with the cold wind or the snow. Gwen didn't look as though she'd accept defeat so easily. Her blue eyes settled on Alex as if expecting to receive the good news any moment. Alex was suddenly captivated by Gwen's eyes. A fire burned in her heart as she realised that providence had brought this delightful little creature to her cabin for a reason. An opportunity like this didn't present itself twice. There was no way that she was going to let this blessing of a gift get away, snow or no snow. Alex loved solitude, but wouldn't it be so nice to have a ... WIFE! Alex glanced to the horizon, into a fast darkening night. "I'm afraid that neither of us is going anywhere tonight." "Ah!" New hope dawned on Gwen. "Of course! We could leave when the snow's cleared, right?" Alex smiled at her, and leaned in until her face was only inches away from Gwen's. "Wrong." "What?" "You're new to this country, I'm sure you don't understand how lucky you were to find me or this cabin. It's been unseasonably warm this time of year." "Warm?" Gwen nearly laughed out loud. This was the coldest weather she'd been in her entire life. Alex nodded. "It might snow for a couple of days or a couple of weeks. It doesn't matter. We can't go up or down this mountain until it melts." "When will that happen?" She tried not to sound so alarmed, but her voice squeaked a little. "A month, maybe more." Surprisingly, it seemed to Gwen that Alex didn't seem at all unsatisfied at the prospect of her being forced to live in a cabin for a whole month! "I understand," Gwen replied softly. "It seems you're stuck here with me." There was too much cheeriness in her voice, and her smile was quite out of place. "Naturally, you'll have to live with me." Alex's casual suggestion caught Gwen by surprise. "Excuse me?" "Can you cook?" She asked. "Of course I can." "Excellent. You'll do the cooking, cleaning, and mending. I'm not good at that stuff ... in exchange for my hospitality you can have a bed, food, all the whisky you can drink." "Listen," Gwen spoke softly. "While I'm grateful for your hospitality, I must make a point that I'm not your maid." Not maid, Alex felt like saying. Wife! "Do you wish to brave the storm and walk barefoot in the snow? I'm offering you a way to pay for my hospitality. This arrangement makes perfect sense." She sounded so haughty, so convinced of herself! Naturally, her suggestion made perfect sense, but there was something that didn't add up right. "Very well," she agreed grudgingly. "But only until the snow melts." "Good!" "I don't even know your name." "Alexandra Smith, but you can call me Alex." "Gwen Myers." "Then it's settled." III There was only one bedroom and as she entered it she remembered she'd never had a room all to herself. The bedcovers were of animal skins and other furs. Gwen went to the window and opened the windowpane just an inch. Cold air crept in, over her hands and up her arms, and she closed it again quickly. Was it actually getting colder? In spite of the fire burning in the kitchen it was getting colder. People didn't usually make Gwen uneasy, but there was something about Alex that made her spirited. "You're freezing!" Alex grabbed her hand. "C'mon let's get you into bed." "T-t-together?" Gwen's teeth chattered and her lips were turning blue. "There's n-n-no n-need. I-I can sleep by the fire." "You're not used to this weather." Alex said gently. "I guess I need to explain. It's cold and it'll get colder. If we huddle together we can keep warm." Alex looked her in the eye, unwavering, and Gwen couldn't see deception there. "I suppose if we have to, we have to." She was too cold to argue. Cold air sneaked in the tiny cracks that opened up in the corners of the cabin. She couldn't imagine living in a place so cold! It would be good to return to civilisation soon. Only in the name of keeping warm, would Gwen allow herself to lie next to Alex. Besides, she told herself they were both women. Alex placed her body over Gwen's. For a woman Alex had an unusually broad chest, a result of years of working hard in the mines. Alex soon wrapped her long arms and legs around Gwen so gently – that she dwarfed her completely. Gwen was lost in Alex's arms, lost in the tenderness that enveloped her instantaneously. It would have made perfect sense for her to feel intimidated, even frightened, but this wasn't the case. She'd never felt so at peace or more protected, than she did at this moment, wrapped in the arms of a woman she hardly knew. Not even as a child in the orphanage had she felt so safe. None of it made any sense; she buried her face against Alex's chest, no sense at all. "It's been a long day," she yawned. "I'm sure you'll be happy to be rid of me come spring." "Not really." Her voice was gentle, but Gwen didn't hear her. How was she able to fall asleep so quickly and effortlessly? Alex glanced down at the package huddled in her arms and frowned. Gwen murmured in her sleep, and rubbed her face against her chest with satisfaction. Alex felt an urgent need to protect her. She belonged to the mountain and in not some sleazy town. The nearby towns were too wild and dangerous for girls like Gwen. Why was she so pig-headed to leave? Still sleeping, she snaked one arm around Alex's waist, then another followed. They were warm in this bed as a body could be on a night like this. Alex wouldn't mind having a wench around the cabin to cook and tend for her. It would be great to have friendly arms at the end of the day, a warm agreeable body in her bed at night; to have someone to hold when the nights were cold. IV Alex sat quietly in the corner of the cabin mulling over her future life. Gwen, a bit of a snowstorm herself, although a beautiful one, was cheerfully cleaning the dishes. Gwen was a great cook, or at least Alex seemed pleased. Most days Alex would just listen and let Gwen do all the talking. Although Alex enjoyed having sex with men, she much preferred giving her feelings and interests, to women. In these parts it was so difficult to find willing women to become her bed mates. Alex kept thinking of Gwen and it was only with great effort that she didn't possess the girl. It was becoming increasingly harder to resist her urges and needs. When it came to seducing most women, a passionate look or a scorching kiss, would suffice to reel in the net. It hadn't turned out that way with Gwen. Alex had whispered seductively in her ear, kissed her decidedly, and waited for Gwen to react. She hadn't reacted and she even looked vaguely confused. Maybe Gwen didn't like girls, Alex concluded with a broken heart. It was difficult to remain amiably neutral about these things. Alex had kissed her and had expressed sincere interest in her. She had chosen to ignore it or at least pretend to be ignorant. "I bet it tastes like donkey urine!" Alex sighed and looked up from her slump. Gwen stood looking down at her, her blond good looks lit by a glorious radiance which radiated entirely from the woman herself. "I drink only the best donkey piss," Alex answered in a slightly drunken pronunciation. "Have some!" She handed her the bottle. Alex was a heavy drinker, which Gwen soon discovered. She would drink a whole bottle of whiskey through the day. "I don't think I'm allowed ..." Gwen looked at the bottle. "You're not in the orphanage!" She offered the bottle. "This stuff will keep you warm at night." "Well," she took the bottle. "I suppose in small quantities it's alright." "It's medicinal!" Gwen took a small swallow and handed it back. Alex took a larger swallow. They stopped to stare at each other and burst out laughing. "Wuss!" Alex said through a toothy grin. "You didn't even wet your lips." "Give me that!" Gwen snatched the bottle and swung it up so that she had to either gulp down or drown in the liquid. She came up gasping, her eyes watering and her throat on fire. "Careful," warned Alex. "Who's the wuss now," she said raspy, taking a full swallow from the bottle. Alex threw back her head laughing at her reply and then took the bottle and raised it in salute to her. "I think I got the hang of it," Gwen seemed a bit flushed. "Oh really," Alex's steps shuffled as she grabbed to glasses from the cupboard. "Let's see then!" Alex had been drinking longer, but was still sober. She poured them equal measure of liquid into the glasses. Gwen, watching Alex over the rim of her glass, saluted and swallowed her whisky until the glass was empty, as did Alex. It was a ludicrous contest, but fun nonetheless. They drank gaily and Gwen even sung a tune or two and began dancing as the urge struck them. They began to spin and leap and were completely drunk. Alex caught Gwen by the arm and pulled her to her chest. "I am Sheba, your queen!" Gwen declared between her fits of helpless giggles. "I'm the fairest maiden all the kingdom! "Right your majesty," Alex dragged her to the bed. "You've had a bit too much to drink." "I'm not stupid Alex," Gwen suddenly put her arms around her neck. Bride to Be "I never said you were," Alex smelt the sent of the girl's hair. "You'd better stop." Alex was getting dangerously close to kissing her again, but this time she wouldn't have the strength to stop. Apparently the nuns had never explained to Gwen marriage or love. Gwen didn't understand why her heart quickened at the sight of Alex, though she felt a yearning in her. She decided to act on her impulses. "I know that sometimes two women" she was breathing heavily, "can love each other." "Yes, it's true." Alex brushed away the wisps of Gwen's hair and took her face in her hand, searching her with hauntingly tender eyes. "But do you know what that means?" "Not really," Gwen admitted. "I was hoping you'd teach me." Before Gwen could say another word Alex lowered her head to kiss Gwen's lips and she dissolved against her, savouring her, filling Gwen's heart with Alex's longing. Gwen opened to Alex's mouth like a spring flower, sleek and delicate, ceding her juicy nectar to Alex's thirst. Alex's tongue coiled Gwen's, summoning, rousing a celestial and primal need. Gwen surrendered helplessly to Alex's frame, wanting her. Excitement blossomed from under her dress and flowed into her centre, and it extended into pure sensual bliss. Gwen wanted her; she wanted to be held, touched and be loved by her ... "Make love to me, Alex," she murmured, astonished, when Alex released her mouth to suck the edges of her lips and chin. The tall woman yanked off her gown, tossing it carelessly onto the floor. Naked in the firelight, Gwen was radiant. Alex felt her heart quicken as she admired Gwen's form, the feminine flawlessness of her firm thighs, the smooth hill of her bottom, the soft roundness of her breasts and the light pink nipples – perfect as bullets – which stiffened slightly in the cool night air. Gwen tensed, blushing crimson at being suddenly naked in front of Alex. She disliked being so uncovered and exposed. Back at the orphanage, the nuns warned her that nudity was a sin. The devil would tempt her flesh. She waited for Alex to unfasten and unbutton her trousers, dropping them to her ankles and stepping free of them. Then she kicked off her boots. She pulled down her undergarments. Gwen froze instantly and held her breath. It was the first time she'd seen another person naked and had no idea how to react. Alex towered before her, relaxed and calm, shamelessly displaying her muscular and nude form. Gwen noticed that Alex's stomach was as flat as a board. As Gwen's gaze dropped, it travelled downwards towards the lush black thatch of long and thick curly pubic hairs between Alex's legs. This was Gwen's first erotic moment. Her buttocks clenched and flexed involuntarily as her sphincter muscle contracted suddenly. Her eyes widened on the smooth, mounded muscles of Alex's breast and glimpsed her stiff feminine nipples. Amazed, Gwen reached out to touch them, but stopped herself short. Instead, she looked down to glance at her own nipples and said: "They look so much like mine ..." When she looked up, Alex's eyes were fixed on her inquisitive little fingers. "This feels ... wrong, somehow." She was remembering the nuns who punished the girls at the orphanage. "Maybe we should stop." "No." Alex grabbed her softly but firmly by the wrist. "Lie down in bed with me, now wench." Wench? What did Alex mean by that, Gwen wondered. Although she didn't feel forced to obey Gwen couldn't summon the strength to resist her. "I –" she whispered quietly. "Don't be afraid," Alex cradled Gwen's face in her hand, tilting it up as her other hand slipped around the other girl's waist, drawing her fully against her hard frame. "I'll look after you." Gwen's hand came up against Alex's chest, but was unable to summon the force to resist her. Alex was going to kiss her, she realised to her amazement; her head was bending, her strong, open lips were parting. And she was going to let her, she realised, watching the way her velvety lips parted and her head tilted instinctively to receive Alex. "I need you," she said huskily, trying to draw her back into her arms. "This is all new to me." She resisted Alex's pull, and that made her only more resolute. Gwen prickled with expectation, and then the soft wonder of Alex's mouth on hers flooded warmth through her body. Alex's lips caressed and enticed hers wider and her tongue traced the sweet opening with leisure, mesmerizing caresses. A moan which was part pleasure, part alarm escaped her throat when Alex's tongue found the tip of hers and traced moist circles around it. Her arms slid weakly down Alex's chest and seemed to clutch at her waist. They lay down on the bed and pulled the covers over them. Would she accept to be her wife? Was she too delicate to make love to? "You're beautiful," Alex lowered her mouth to Gwen's, sucking gently at her lower lip with her mouth, and then soothing it with her tongue. Though Alex kept her pinned down on the mattress, she was compensated by Gwen's genuine groan, followed by her mouth opening over hers to extend the kiss. Gwen allowed her instincts to guide her. Soon their tongues were entwined and their mouths firmly locked together. When Gwen tried to shift herself from underneath Alex's weight, she drew back to look closely at her. "If I continue" she said huskily, "there are conditions to accept." She cast an annoyed glance. "What condition is that?" "As long as you remain here you'll be my wife. I'll have exclusive rights to your body." She raised her back so her eyes could feast over Gwen's naked breasts. "I'll have the right to do this!" Lowering her head, Alex sucked Gwen's breast, tonguing and teasing the nipple until she moaned. "Oh my ..." "Do you agree to be my wife?" she demanded, in between exciting her breasts with her nimble mouth. "Will you accept me as your Lord and Master? Say it!" Lust flooded low in her loins. Right now she would agree to marry Satan if only Alex would just keep doing what she was doing. "Yes, yes, anything! I swear." She brushed a kiss to her mouth. "Just don't stop!" With a growl of satisfaction, Alex slipped her hand down to the shaking, slippery folds of Gwen's sex, and cupped her. The wench was hot and wet! With a gleam in her excited gaze, she slid a finger on Gwen's slit. "Alex!" she cried, stunned by the unexpected move. "You can't do that!" "Oh yes I can. You're my wife now." She wriggled her finger inside her slit. "Better get used it if you're going to say married to me." Gwen locked her legs, her hands gripping Alex's shoulders, her mouth locked on hers, sucking in her breath, anchoring herself against Alex's body. Alex fingered Gwen's folds, delicately testing her. She moaned and squirmed against Alex's hand, but she didn't scream ... yet! Alex plunged a finger inside her, an aggressive action that made her back arch. Gwen's eyes bulged wide with ecstasy and horror. Alex couldn't resist parting her and sliding a thumb into her secret, slick gap, and she was literally drenched with lust. Oh, she would be so tight, so excellent! A long finger buried itself deep inside her, she'd felt a strange tingly feeling she'd never felt before. It was a feeling she was unable to control. Alex plunged her finger in faster and deeper, right to her hymen but without breaking it, her thumb brushed against a tiny bud of unstable sensations which Gwen had no idea she possessed. She bucked against Alex's hand, fighting for more touch, fighting for more pleasure. She couldn't understand herself Suddenly Alex fingered that predominantly sensitive spot, and she practically leaped off the mattress. "Fuck!" She'd cursed for the first time in her life. Gwen knew she probably sounded like some harlot, but that was how Alex was making her feel, with her mouth sexually assaulting her breasts and her fingers taking reckless, wild liberties between her legs. She should stop it! Why wasn't she stopping it? "You have no idea how hot you make me feel, wench," she said between suctions of Gwen's nipple. "This is all your doing." "My doing ..." she rasped as Alex tugged on her nipple with her teeth, sending electric feelings screaming along every nerve. This felt like nothing she'd ever known in her life. For once in her life, she felt raw pleasure. Damn the nuns at the orphanage and whoever condemned their love. When Alex's thigh rubbed between her legs, stimulating other sensations to life down below, she didn't even hesitate to arch up against her. The force felt so good, so delightful ... "More!" Gwen hissed urgently. "Please! Husband!" Alex seemed to boost with energy when she heard Gwen call her husband. Gwen lay beneath her, gloriously naked, her legs obscenely spread. Alex on top of her, the elastic, athletic muscles in her back and thighs tensing evenly as she thrust against her new wife. Gwen's breaths were deeper and more strenuous as she suckled Alex's lips. They made love hysterically, sex pressed against sex in a lusty nether kiss, creating blissful friction with each savage thrust. Gwen felt her sex throb with shameless need. Alex's body was hard, her buttocks tight, yet undeniably feminine. She made love so kindly yet passionately. Gwen's growing cries became screams of pleasure, her nails dug into Alex's back, drawing the woman in closer. Grabbing Gwen by the hips, she thrust harder against her slippery, wet flesh, grunting like a woman possessed as she did so. Alex had never felt anything so wet and slippery. "Alex." She was already crying out her name in her passion, Alex thought a little smugly. Alex began thrusting on her in long, deep strokes. She rolled Gwen's nipples around with her fingers, tugging at them in the way she'd discovered Gwen liked. "Faster." Gwen begged over and over again. Alex resisted speeding things up and continued grinding on her in long, agonizingly unhurried strokes. She rubbed harder, pinning Gwen deeper into the mattress. Alex moved her hand between Gwen's legs and teased her clit until she tensed and cried out, experiencing her beginnings of her first orgasm while she continued thrusting hard against her. She watched Gwen through it all, spellbound by the look in her glowing eyes, the sheer pleasure on her beautiful face. Gwen clamped her right leg around her and Alex could feel her excitement rising fast. She was so receptive to Alex, it made it all the better. Alex came down fully on top of her. Twining a handful of Gwen's long, golden hair around her fist, she locked gazes with her just before she riding herself home. Gwen groaned, her head falling back upon the bed as Alex rode her body hard, fucking her sweet cunt in fast thrusts. Sweat-soaked skin slapped against sweat-soaked skin. The sound of Gwen's sweet sex squishing against her sex echoed throughout the cabin. Alex howled as she went primitive on her, fucking her harder and faster, riding the body she now owned into rapture and oblivion. "Alex!!!" Her name in pleasure on Gwen's lips sounded sweetly melodious as she orgasmed. Gwen's back arched and her body climaxed for Alex was so powerfully arousing. Gwen shivered and convulsed, moaning wilfully as she burst against her lover. In a fluid movement she grabbed her hips and grinded her clit against Gwen's, rubbing herself against her body, over and over again. Alex rode in quick strokes and deep shoves; sweaty flesh slapping sweaty flesh. Alex's muscles corded and bunched. Her jaw clenched as she rode Gwen fast and hard like a mare. "Gwen!!!" Finally she burst. Nostrils flaring, Alex's black eyes locked with Gwen's as she thrust one more time, then with a growl of triumph, released herself. They held each other like that, both of them spent and heaving deeply, both of them too exhausted and satisfied to speak. Alex craned her neck down to sip gently from her lover's lips. Gwen accepted her readily, letting loose her tongue out to meet with her lover's. They kissed unhurriedly for a long minute, pleasant and unhurried caress until their kissing stopped altogether. With a smile on her face Gwen fell fast asleep. Alex got up and walked to the table. The bottle of whiskey resting on it was still one quarter fill. Snatching it up and spitting the cork out with her teeth she drank the entire contents in one gulp. A drop of liquid ran down her neck, chest and dissolved between her legs. She had never been so aroused by the mere look of a woman before. Alex felt a slick wetness seeping down the insides of her thighs. She placed her fingers between her legs. A strange expression crossed her face. Then she stared at her hand, rubbing her fingers together. Gwen's juices were still mingled with her own. "Hot damn!" Alex chuckled lightly. She brought her fingers to her lips and licked them. "Hot damn!" She walked back to bed to join Gwen. Bride-To-Be My name is LeAnne and when I was in high school, I was a Plain-Jane nerd. I had glasses and braces, the whole get-up. The only boys I attracted were also nerds and I never really had a date until I was seventeen years old. When I finally got a date with a boy who was not quite a bad as most, I decided he would be the one I would marry. Of course, he didn’t know it yet. Let me give you a little more about me first. I’m about 5’5” and only 102 lbs. I’m a little on the skinny side, my upper arm was smaller than my dad’s wrist. I have dark brown hair, green eyes and as mentioned, I wore glasses and braces at the time. My breasts are B cup, but just barely. Anyway, as I began to date Mark, I grew to really love him more and more each time we went out. We were both pretty shy kids and never got physical on dates, just some kissing and that was it. We dated for our entire senior year and when graduation came, we went to different colleges; I went to State and he went to a technical college to a small private school I couldn’t afford. However, before we left each other, we spent our entire summer together almost every day. The week before leaving for school, he proposed to me and I accepted. We agreed not to set a date for a while, waiting instead to see how college went. So off I went to school to learn to become a nurse and hopefully get into a physical therapy program. College was great and I really enjoyed my classes. I even made a lot of new friends, something I didn’t have much of in high school. I went to some parties and began to loosen up a little. I got contacts and dropped the glasses and my braces came off during my first semester. I felt more like a real woman than a nerdy little girl now. However, I remained faithful to Mark and I knew he was faithful to me. We even set a date after our first year of school was complete. We would get married the next spring, the weekend after finals. During my second year, my younger brother John came to college as well and was a big hit. He was on the soccer team and basketball team and had all kinds of girlfriends. We were at some of the same parties together and he was really wild, much more than me. There was one guy, Jeff, that I became pretty good friends with. After Christmas break we would go to movies together and out to eat: date type stuff without the kiss goodnight. He was my ‘party date’ sometimes so neither of us went alone. He met Mark and knew that we were engaged, so it was no big deal. However, one night after a party, we were both pretty drunk. I let myself go to far and Jeff and I ended up in an upstairs room at the party and we were making out. We kissed and Jeff even got his hand under my shirt. When he moved my own hand down to his crotch and I felt his hard on (my first one) I came to my senses and got out of there. The next day, I was confused and ashamed, but Jeff came over to see me and he acted like nothing had happened. That made me feel a little easier and I just let it go and forgot it. Until the next weekend and the next party. This time, I didn’t get quite as drunk, but Jeff did. He seemed even worse and asked me to help him find a place to lie down for a while. I helped him up the stairs and found him an empty room. He fell onto the bed, pulling me down with him. I tried to get up and somehow he wound up on top of me. He began kissing me again and I kissed him back, it felt so good. He once again got his hand under my shirt and even under my bra this time. I had never let Mark feel my breasts and now I was letting this boy do it even though I knew I shouldn’t. When he squeezed my boobs, it made me so tingly and wet down there. He would grind his hard on against me and my pussy got even wetter. I think I might could have had my first orgasm right there that night had not someone come into the room and interrupted us. It gave me a chance to get up and get out of there. I felt like a horrible person. I felt like I had cheated on Mark and didn’t deserve to have him. I tried my best to avoid Jeff for the next few days. He called but I wouldn’t pick up. He came by, but I didn’t answer the door. Finally, after a couple of weeks hiding out, I decided to talk to him again and tell him things had to stop. When I told him, he was really upset. He said he thought I was overreacting and that things didn’t go as far as I was saying they did. I got to thinking that maybe he was right; maybe I was too drunk and just imagined things. I was still pretty naïve I guess. We hung out some more but nothing happened for the rest of that semester. As the school year came to a close, I had been planning a lot for the wedding. Mark had been down to see me several times and I never told him anything about what happened with Jeff. They got along just fine, so I decided to let it go. Finals week came and after our last test, there was a big party on Thursday night. I was getting married in two days, but I wanted to stay for the party. My brother John and I would drive back home on Friday morning together. Jeff was going to ride with us there so he could go to my wedding and then he would fly home from there for the summer. Jeff met me that night at my apartment and off we went. We had a fabulous time at the party and got really wasted. John was there too and he was the life of the party as always. We were making rounds and saying goodbyes to everyone and I was upstairs talking to some friends. We could hear someone having sex in one of the bedrooms, as the door was not quite closed all the way. We all decided to look in and see whom it was. I stuck my head in the opening and waited for my eyes to adjust to the light. I was in for a shock when I was my own brother John on top of some black girl with a white girl behind him licking his balls while he fucked. I had no idea my brother was like that. I was still a virgin and he was having threesomes! I stood transfixed, unable to move. The other girls were admiring John’s body and when I actually looked at his penis, I couldn’t believe it. It was huge! I had never seen Mark’s penis, but I knew it was nowhere near that big. Even the time I felt Jeff’s through his pants told me it was not that big. The door got pushed open more and more by people coming to look in and John and the girls saw us. John saw me and looked me in the eye. He just kept right on fucking and staring at me. We were looking into each other’s eyes as he fucked that black girl hard and when he yelled out that he was coming, he looked at me and said “This one’s for you.” As he came inside the girl, he never took his eyes off me. I was both extremely hot and turned on, but also very uncomfortable because he was my brother. I backed out of the room and went to get a drink and try to sort out my feelings about what just happened. Bride to Be I am the manager of a small, exclusive romantic inn in the heart of a tourist driven area. During the off season, in a never-ending attempt to improve sales and profitability, we offer deals for wedding groups. I never gave much thought to the project, other than to find myself a larger year end bonus. That all changed during the slowest part of the year last year. We had rented out all eight of our rooms for a bridal party, something we had never done before. As a part of the package, in an attempt to sweeten the pot, we agreed to let the bride to be and her maid of honor to join us a day early. I was working the front desk, as is normal in the offseason as we try to keep staffing to a minimum. I was entering my sales numbers from the previous month, deep in thought and concentration. So deep that I did not hear the ringing of the front door to signal that someone had entered. I heard a slight cough, and looked up. Much to my surprise and chagrin, there were two gorgeous twenty two year old women standing just before me at the front desk. The first was a brunette, about five foot six, with very nice DD breasts, which were perfectly framed within a white tank top and a very short black skirt, and matching black stockings. The red haired girl beside her was five foot two, with a skinny, but very toned body, the lean looks of a runner, with tits that were barely more than a mouthful. "We are the bridal party," the brunette nearly huffed at me. "Well, welcome, welcome," I responded, trying not to stare at the beautiful bounty before me. I took their information, and quickly grabbed their bags. I led the two of them up to the bridal suite, a three room affair that also included a standup shower, a balcony overlooking our small manmade pond, and plenty of love seats and cushions to facilitate sexual adventures if the round double king size bed was not enough excitement for a newly married couple or a long time anniversary visit. Having left the two of the them alone, mentioning when the dining room would be serving dinner, as well as the tap room hours, and our complimentary breakfast times. I went back down to the front desk, and slipped behind the desk to the small office to relieve my rapidly grown manhood. Having not been very lucky for the off season, I quickly was able to relieve my stress, wiping up quickly before any staff or my new guests could find me. I knew that there would be no other guests checking in that evening, as the bridal group would be arriving sometime the next day. I had about two hours before the dinner shift would begin, and decided that I should race to finish my work so that I could spend a little time alone in the managers apartment out back before the start of the dinner time. Finishing my work, and walking (rather awkwardly, I must admit) out to the managers rooms, I could hear giggling coming from the honeymoon suite. It took all my self control to keep from glancing up, and making myself even more uncomfortable than I was already. I got to the room, and did what I had to do, then showered, shaved and got dressed in my suit for the dinner rush. Although it was the off season, I knew that being a Thursday evening, I would have about forty to sixty local folks coming in to dine on our modern take on classic American fare. Not to sound pretentious, but our chef is absolutely amazing. Our local clientele tends to arrive early, eat reasonably quickly and depart back to their homes. My offseason dinner shift is usually finished by about ten pm. And I rather like the time off, although it means that the few women I see who are near my own thirty five years tend to be married professional women dining with their husbands. Which does nothing to help my current hitless streak. But this night would prove to be different. Because our restaurant hours are technically til nine, though we are almost always all in by eight, i was disappointed when 8:15 hit, and my two hotties from the honeymoon suite hadn't come downstairs. I decided that they had decided to scope out the local scene, which is quieter than the height of the season, but still somewhat more lively than my little romantic inn. My disappointment turned to excitement as at 8:35 the two girls came giggling into the dining room. Their bloodshot eyes, and incessant laughter led me to believe that perhaps they were enjoying something upstairs that may not exactly be legal. Not that I had any problem with a little herbal enlightenment. The two of them sat, ordered rather lightly, and giggled all the more when I had a mid level bottle of champagne sent over to the table. They ate their salads and the fish, and invited me over as they decided to split our signature dessert. "We need help to finish this champagne" the maid of honor declared, as the bride to be merely blushed as she giggled while playing with her hair and looking at me. "yea, we can't funish this ourselps" the bride to be stammered out. "Well, maybe the three of us can bang this bottle out" I stated. "Maybe the one of you can bang something else out," the brunette rather provocatively declared as the redhead started giggling like crazy again, leaning her beautiful head into the busom of her friend. We did, in fact, finish that bottle, and as the bartender was preparing to call it a night, I had her give me a second bottle. She gave me a snide look, as she shook her head. I pretended to be offended, though I know that she is sleeping with Lisa, my cousin whose parents are the owners of this property. If Rachel can have my cousin, why couldn't I try to have a maid of honor. With the bar closed, and the lights throughout the common areas turned down to the overnight levels, the three of us sat in the booth, and opened up the second bottle of bubbly. "Maybe you can help my friend," the brunette said to me, as she leaned forward, showing off her well endowed chest. "Perhaps, but I would need to know what I am going to be helping with" I answered. "I have only been wiff one guy," the redhead slurred, "and I don't want my only cock to be my husband," "I can't believe that someone as hot as you has had only one lover,"I told her, as the champagne was embolding me. "I didn't say dat, I sez wiff only one dude" she said again. "She knows pussy very well, especially mine, we have been lovers for years," the brunette explained, "While I eat her and she eats me I also enjoy having men, while she has always been sheltered by her family, told to save herself for the absolute mister right." "And I lub my hubband to de, but I wanna knows anudder man before i put tha ring on my finder." Taking the bottle from the wine bucket, and taking the redhead by hand, I led the two girls to the elevator, which we took up to the third floor where the honeymoon suite. Barely inside the door, I had my tongue down the throat of the bride to be. I hungrily probed her mouth with my tongue, as I ran my hands along her tight body. As I was attempting to slide my hand up her skirt and down her shirt simultaneously, I could feel a tug at my belt. I glanced down to see the maid of honor, her glorious tits already out of her top, attempting to open my fly. I let go of the bride long enough to help undo my belt, and as my hands returned to her chest, I could feel the brunettes hands grab hold of my member, and within seconds, I could feel her lips wrapping around my cock. The rest of the night turned quickly into a blur, as we sipped champagne from the bottle between licks of each other. I stripped the bride to be of her short tartan skirt, and left her blouse hanging open as I dove down between her legs, and brought her to a crazy orgasm. As I was eating her out, I could feel the maid of honor suck me to near climax before sitting on my rigid member. Thank the lord that I had jerked off that afternoon, as well as the bubbly, as I don't think I would have lasted a second with these two amazing young women. I have not been with a twenty two year old girl since I was that age, and I had never been with two women before. I eventually got around to shifting the redhead of day around so that I could enter her sweet, sweet pussy. If it felt half as good as it tasted, I would be in for a major treat. As I sank my member into her, and the maid of honor sat on her face, the redhead screamed in delight, "You are sooooo much bigger than my fiancee, this feels amazing, amazing, amaaaaaaaaghzzzzzing." Sitting on her face so that the bride to be could eat her out, the maid of honor leaned towards me so that I could partake of her amazing tits. And I devoured them with abandon, licking, chewing sucking to my hearts content. Each girl must have cum three or four times, and I pumped my load liberally down each ones throat as well as into each ones pussy. We woke in the morning, with the sun glaring down on us. The girls invited me outside for a few tokes and we fooled around some more, as they stated that they were hungry, but not for food. So I fed them again freely of myself. I spent the next day half hungover, but very well satisfied. The girls went off to shop but not before flashing me their pantiless crotches. Unfortunately the rest of the bridal party was due in that afternoon, and we could not continue our adventure. However, that night will always be special to me, and I hope to them as well.