Apocalypse Blues
Copyright© 2017 by Mark Gander
Chapter 45
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 45 - Adam Clarke is just a regular Navy veteran going to West Virginia University on the GI Bill, right? Think again, as he discovers, after Doomsday, with the help of a growing harem, a radical classmate, and her lesbian lover, his history professor.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Celebrity Futanari Military School War Science Fiction Post Apocalypse Paranormal Demons Sharing Slut Wife Incest BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Interracial Anal Sex Analingus Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Oral Sex Pregnancy Squirting Voyeurism Clergy Public Sex Teacher/Student Nudism Politics Revenge Violence
An hour later
Friday, 25 April, 2014
“Do you, Ted, take these women to be your lawfully wedded wives, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, cherish, and protect, for better or worse, for rich or for poor, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” I watched Sarah officiate the group wedding of her own cuck husband to her very own sister-wives.
“I do,” Ted gulped now as his first wife, the Prophetess, winked at him.
“Do you, ladies, take this man, Ted, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, honor, and obey, because, frankly, only I can truly command him, for better or worse, for rich or for poor, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” Sarah demanded of her sister-wives.
“We do!” they chanted in unison.
“Then, by the power vested in me by my husband, the Mayor, and by Heaven, and by the Prophet Adam Clarke, I now pronounce you man and wives. You may kiss your brides, dear, just don’t forget who your first wife is, okay? You’ll remain my good cucky hubby, won’t you, babe?” Sarah playfully reminded her husband of his place in the hierarchy ... ahead of the other wives, but submissive to her.
“My turn. You gotta marry your sister-wives, after all. Do you, Sarah, take these women, to be your wives as well as your sisters in union with Ted, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, cherish, and protect, for better or worse, for rich or for poor, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” I asked Sarah now.
“I do,” Sarah winked at me now as she beamed at the thought of marrying these women together with her beloved cuckold Ted, or Teddy, as she often called him.
Well, he was a softie, a big ol’ Teddy bear, after all.
“And do you, ladies, take this woman, the Prophetess Sarah, to be your lawfully wedded wife in union with Ted, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, honor, and obey, for better or worse, for rich or for poor, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” I intoned.
“We do!” they once again shouted in unison like a motherfucking chorus or something.
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