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We faced the altar. Rebecca faced us. Dressed as girls, the two slave boys waited at the end of the room, holding rice. They had flowered dresses on. There were bright ribbons in their hair. They both wore veils of white. Under their dresses I knew they were hard as stone, their balls full. They were eager for sex and I wondered if they’d get to fuck the bride, or her bride’s maid. John told them to do just as he ordered, and to throw the rice properly, or they’d be made to entertain us afterwards by fucking each other. Rebecca picked up a squirtgun. It was filled with white wine. She directed it at Chrissy’s bush. She pulled the trigger. A long stream of wine jetted forth. It struck Chrissy’s bush and wetted it. Rebecca kept squirting until all the wine in the squirtgun was gone. Chrissy’s bush was drenched. The small curled hairs of it hung down wetly. She dripped on the floor. “Do you, Chrissy, take John here to be your unlawfully wedded husband?” Rebecca asked with a giggle. Chrissy gulped. “I do,” Chrissy managed to say. I understood her fear. At the last minute, it had been agreed that the marriage would have one very important added feature. Though it was a lewd marriage, giving Chrissy to John, and Pauline to Steve, it would also be a ceremony that bound each lover more completely to their true love. For, in a corner, next to a pile of soft, comfy pillows, stood a brazier. There were two irons heating on the coals of the brazier. One bore a J. The other bore an S. Though she would marry John this night, and be impregnated by him, and carry his child, Chrissy would, to always remember her true love, be branded on her bottom. With an S. The initial of her real husband’s first name. It would be the same for Pauline. She would take marriage vows to Steve, and receive her sperm. But, so she remembered who her real husband was, she would, before the fucking, be permanently marked with a J. I could feel Pauline trembling as she stood beside me. Her hand was in mine. It was sweating. “Do you, John, take Chrissy as your unlawfully wedded wife?” Rebecca asked our black host. “I do,” John said. He felt the squirtgun (there was one for each of us, lying on the alter) jet out wine upon the length of his penis. “That makes me have to go to the bathroom,” John said. “No peeing at the altar,” Rebecca told him. Then she read out the marriage vows for Pauline. She drenched her pussy with wine. Pauline agreed to be unlawfully married to Steve. Then Rebecca, turning to him, shot wine all over his penis. “And now you, Brad, as best man,” Rebecca said. She drenched his cock with wine. When the squirtgun designated for him was empty, she did me. Finally, turning a gun on herself, Rebecca soaked her own pussy. “Now you may kiss,” Rebecca told the two couples. Brad and I watched from opposite sides as the four people embraced. They kissed long and passionately. Brad looked at me with pleading eyes. His dick was dripping, and I knew there was more than just wine plopping off the end of it. I lifted my nose. I wouldn’t let him have me. Not yet. We might get in trouble with John, if we messed up his wedding by balling at the altar. “I want to get married,” I said suddenly to Rebecca. Watching John and Chrissy and Steve and Pauline kiss was making me hungry for it. “You’re too young,” she answered. “I want to fuck,” Brad said frankly. “Go in the bushes if you need it that badly,” I giggled. John told us to shut up. He said we were messing up his kissing. Chrissy swooned as he kissed her. I think he managed to stick his tongue all the way down her throat. “Now for the brazier,” John said. “Oh, I don’t--!” Pauline said. There was misgiving in her eyes. “We must,” John said. “Will it hurt?” Chrissy asked. Her eyes looked across the room at the flickering coals.