Recursion B.X.

RECURSION

B.X.

Joe and Olivia step hand-in-hand onto the beach. They’re nude, well mostly, since Olivia is wearing her wedding veil and a lacy white garter on her bare thigh, and Joe has a dapper black bowtie around his throat and a matching ribbon tied around his cock. Otherwise the betrothed couple are naked as they walk together toward the sea.

It’s a tiny private wedding, not many guests, probably for the best since their chosen nudist ceremony isn’t entirely family friendly. No one wants to see a naked uncle, after all. Olivia and Joe only need a few things for their special day: each other, obviously, a nude Minister, now strumming a ukulele softly, Olivia’s two bridesmaids, and Joe’s Best Man, all mostly naked, and the sun and surf and sand. 

Joe and Olivia smile at each other, giddy and radiant, and walk down the aisle of their beachy chapel as partners, hands held tightly. Pyramid mirrors set in the sand flash and glitter along the aisle, and tall mirrors in place of guests catch their reflection as they walk past. Olivia bites her lip and admires herself in the mirrors, enjoys how good she looks, a sexy woman at the height of her beauty. A beautiful bride. Joe only has eyes for Olivia, only wants to hold her more closely. Hold her forever.

Olivia and Joe reach the end of the aisle and stand in front of their decorative arch, a polished chrome arc suspending a disco ball, glittering brightly, mirrors flashing. The bride smiles at her bridesmaids, Anna and Milly, who smile back, blushing a little, naked except for the blue corsages on their wrists. Olivia remembers telling them her nudist plans, how Anna had balked but Milly had only laughed about not having to buy another stupid dress. Joe embraces his Best Man Hank, bro-hug style, hand shake to shoulder bump, but kept his bride’s hand clasped the entire time, unwilling to let her go. Then Joe and Olivia position themselves before their nudist Minister, together, ready to take this next step in their lives.

The Minister stops playing his tiny guitar and sets it carefully against the arch. He smiles, serene, gestures broadly, taking in the pretty beach, the lovely naked people, the flashing mirrors. 

“Dearly Beloved,” he says, “we come together on this wonderful day in this beautiful place to witness the joining of Joseph and Olivia. We look on with love and hope as these two begin their new life together as one.”

Olivia and Joe turn to one another, clasp their hands. Joe smiles, nervous and excited, and Olivia smiles back, ready for the next part.

“Joining together in marriage is a sacred institution in our culture. It’s a tradition of partnership, of trust, and of total dependence on one another to navigate shared lives. People have said that a life together requires things like work, like commitment, and like sacrifice; and certainly all of those things are true. More than anything it requires love. The love that comes from being committed to working through everything together, sharing happiness and strife, and from maintaining open communication; even when it is difficult. On top of that foundation of love we can build things like trust and intimacy, and all of the beautiful things that make a life spent together worthwhile.”

Joe and Olivia squeeze their hands in nervous anticipation.

“Olivia, do you take Joseph to be your lawfully wedded Partner? Will you honor and cherish them; love, trust, and commit to them, through joy and pain, sickness and health, and whatever life may throw at you both, until death do you part?”

Olivia smiles, happy tears in her eyes, “I do.”

“Joseph, do you take Olivia to be your lawfully wedded Partner? Will you honor and cherish them; love, trust, and commit to them, through joy and pain, sickness and health, and whatever life may throw at you both, until death do you part?”

Joe squeezes her hands, butterflies in his stomach, “I do.”

The Minster smiles, looks at everyone, and says: “At this time, Olivia and Joseph will exchange rings. The wedding ring is symbol of eternal binding. A symbol of attachment and of belonging, not of possession, but of partnership.” He nods at Joe and Olivia and hands them their rings.

Joe looks at Olivia, his hands are sweaty and clumsy. Olivia looks at Joe and laughs, presents her finger. She can feel the excitement, the anticipation inside. Joe takes a breath, shifts his weight on the hot sand, takes a pause to remember his last moment as a free man, and then fumbling, slips the ring onto his bride’s finger. Olivia snatches his hand, kisses it, and assertively places the other ring on Joe’s finger. They both feel a tingle, a spark, a storm, and an uncontrollable urge to embrace. Driven by forces outside themselves they come together, arms circling, bare chests touching, and something happens… something impossible… and their bodies flow together, flesh melding, merging. Joe moans as his ribcage locks into Olivia’s, as he feels parts of himself dissolve away. Olivia laughs, thrilled, hugs Joe tighter, pulling at him, drawing him into her body. They stumble, unbalanced, as Joe’s legs dwindle below the knee, Olivia awkwardly holds their combined weight, feet fighting for purchase in the sand. Joe groans breathless as his torso collapses into itself, into Olivia, his neck and arms and pelvis rotating, realigning. Olivia grunts as she feels parts of her body expand, multiply, senses new flesh burrow into her, migrate, anchor, take root. Joe and Olivia gasp with one set of lungs as nerves knit together and they both become aware of their shared new conjoined body. 

“Behold!” The Minister exclaims brandishing a mirror. Olivia and Joe gasp at their shared reflection. Staring at them is a ravishing two-headed woman. One head is clearly Olivia’s, familiar freckles, long red hair, a bridal veil, but enhanced somehow, leaner, sharper, prettier, maybe a little extra thrown in the mix. The other head belongs to a beautiful woman with a heart shaped face and long honey blonde hair. It must be Joe because she has his blue eyes and is wearing a familiar bowtie at the throat. The two brides share a single torso, shoulders a little too wide to make room for two heads and their five full breasts, a row of three perched above another pair below. They have four arms growing from their shoulders, slender and feminine, with matching wedding rings on their left hands. Their waist is slender, toned with a smooth hint of abdominals, and their hips are lean and wide, almost bony. They have long slender legs and a round but high ass suggestive of yoga or pilates. They have a cock, a big one, long and circumcised and tied with a cheeky black ribbon. Underneath, hidden away behind their sizable balls, they can feel the urgent heat and throb of a shared cunt. Joe and Olivia gasp again and twist their necks, kiss each other deeply on the lips, feel it from both ends. The Minister laughs and with great joy shouts: “I now pronounce you Joined! You may all fuck the brides!”

Joe and Olivia break their kiss, their cock is aching hard and their cunt is wet and needy, their five breasts feel tight and heavy, they are ready to fuck. The Minister winks at them and turns his mirror at the bridesmaids, Anna and Milly, who squeal and shift, become carbon copies of Olivia from before, two smiling reflections. The Minister aims the mirror at the Best Man and Hank grunts and is remade as a clone of the new Joe, a leggy honey blonde babe with a big juicy cock between her slender legs. Olivia laughs, delighted, and so do her new clones and Joe and his duplicate both blush, embarassed but excited. The Minister smiles, steps inside the mirror and vanishes, his work complete.

Joe and Olivia kiss each other again, urgent, passionate, their four hands clutching and teasing their five breasts and their new sisters come to them, with eager mouths and soft hands, wet holes and a hard cock, desperate to please the brides. Joe and Olivia only have eyes for each other as they are guided down to the sand, mounted on their cock by an Olivia, then rolled ontop of her, their pussy bared and raised for the second Joe to fuck. The last Olivia climbs onto her clone’s face, pussy to mouth, facial lips kissing the Joe copy as he fucks the conjoined brides, harder faster, a straining knot of pleasure and love, the perfect wedding party…

Joe and Olivia gasp and moan into each others mouths as they are swept away in a tide of passion and pleasure…

Carried away in a tangle of limbs…

Changing configurations…

Fucking and being fucked…

Sand in hair, on skin, between cracks…

Orgasm chasing orgasm…

Again and again….

And again…

Until they collapse exhausted in a circle of their own arms>>>