Amy and Bob were only day from getting married; the excitement and panic had both of them in a state of total disarray. That night Amy called Bob and asked him to come by her place and help her with the final packing of her stuff so after the wedding they wouldn’t have anything more to do then drive by and pick it up and take to their new apartment. Bob arrived around 6:00 pm, coming straight from work. He watched her bending over his eyes on her nice rounded ass. He was day dreaming of the wedding night bliss, to seeing her naked to be able to touch that bare skin. For Bob and Amy had never had sex, both were virgins, both came from very religious families and both were very active in the church. That didn’t mean he didn’t think about it all the time, or use his hand on his stiff tool till he made it raw with visions of her underneath him.
Suddenly she stopped packing sit down on a box of glass ware and said Bob I have to ask you a question, stop packing and sit over here by me for a few minutes.
He walked over sit on a box of canned goods taking her hand in his he noticed there was a bit of treble in her hand.
“Baby, you and I have always been good Christians, and what I am going to ask you is not easy for me to do, but….” She hesitated. Go ahead Amy you know you can talk to me about any thing, what is wrong, what are you scared of?
“I want to have sex, you know, fuck before we get married.” Why are you so worried about that I want to do that too, always have but was afraid to say so, Bob exclaimed, his cock getting hard at the thought. “No, baby you don’t understand, I don’t want to fuck you, I want to fuck the preachers son, he has been after me for years and …. Don’t look at me like I’m a ***** or something ……… damn don’t cry, I don’t mean to hurt you….just we will have our whole life together, and baby stop don’t walk away, don’t cry…… baby………please I love you more then all things in this world, and if you say no I won’t do this………. But try to understand, I don’t love Rick……..I guess I don’t really even like him………
Bob, in broken, high and loud voice, “then why in hell do you want to fuck him, and now before our wedding you pop this on me, what if I was telling you I want to fuck his sister Alice, damn ……” tears were falling down his face, he was trying not cry but just couldn’t stop it, his chest hurt, he felt like he had just been stabbed.
“Look sweetie…….I’m sorry, I guess is you want to fuck Alice you should, I just don’t want us to be married and me always wondering the rest of my life if Rick is really that stud that Cindy and all the other girls say he is…..I want my ……. I don’t know how to say this……..just if you love me and really trust our love……….this is just sex a fuck….”
Bob knew he couldn’t refuse her anything and he didn’t want to even think about going through life with out her. He walked around the room tears, mind racing, and then he stopped started at her. “ok you fuck him, but I want you to film it for us to watch latter once we are married, you got to do it just before the wedding, have hickies on your tits, and do not wash his stuff, you know the cream out ………will you do that?”
“Yes I promise”………. Before she could say more, Bob said I’ll see you at the church, oh make sure that hickie is high enough to be seen in the wedding dress. In my mind everyone in our church will think it is mine but I’ll know I am marrying a ***** and Rick will know as he hands me the ring you are a *****. She started crying now, hey you get what you want so fuck it, I’ll see you at the wedding and he walked out slamming the door behind him.
The piano started playing, Bob suit felt too tight, he walked out; Rick had come in just a few minutes before talking as if nothing had happened. Maybe nothing had, maybe she backed out, and he had not talked to her since yesterday. He stood facing the isle, the flower girls came down tossing rose palatals the bridesmaids, then the wedding march, he saw Amy step out with her Dad taking her arms, he couldn’t see anything but her slow walk until she was a few feet away. A dark purple spot huge in size right where the low fronted dress covered the lower nipple part of her tits. Everyone looking had to know it was a hickie damn you could almost see tooth marks. She stepped up he took her hand his mind was almost going at a pace to run away with himself. He stared at that hickie and could see when she leaned forward that there was another one on down in the cleavage. He took his eyes off long enough to look at Rick, his face showed nothing. Bob noticed something else, he wasn’t mad, he felt a bit proud, and his cock was hard as a rock and hurt as pressed on the front of the suit pants. In fact he knew his whole 7 inches looked like a flag pole pushing out.
Bob never really heard the words or remembered the I do’s, as they stood at the back door of the church shaking hands, he didn’t recall who or what was said. Soon as the last people left the guy taking pictures came up and said lets get a few again up front. Bob said give us a few minutes, he took Amy’s hand led her to Sunday school class room, propped a chair under the door knob, he shoved her back on top of table, lifter her dress, her white lacy panties had a huge sticky wet spot right in the center, he pulled the panties off and stuck them in his pocket. He took his fingers spread her open roughly, her hair was sticky and matte, he smelled it he knew it was strong and sweaty smelling, he bent over and licked that crack sticking his tongue up in her, the taste was good, he unzipped his pants and pushed his own cock in her, he pulled the top of her dress down as he pumped in her hard, brutal, the tits came out for him to see for the first time, those purple marks all over them six or seven, and the nipples swollen and sticking out he was cumming, hard, he felt like it was a flood going into her, she was grasping trying not scream, he collapsed on top of her. They kissed, got up she fixed her top, he fixed his pants and headed out for the pictures, he could her wet thighs rubbing to gather with each step. As the first picture was taken his hand was in his pocket pulling out the panties, his finger in the sticky mess and for years to come he would look back at this picture and see the white in his hands and know he married a *****.
Fiction but wouldn't it be nice
