8 comments/ 79432 views/ 26 favorites Wendy's Wedding By: Ficklefey Like most girls, I've always dreamed of a fairytale wedding. A beautiful white dress, a handsome groom, and of course, the blissful wedding night when I would lose my virginity. Unlike most other girls, however, I never had to wonder if my dream would come true. I've always known the date of my perfect wedding. It's the same date as my eighteenth birthday. You see, I belong to a special community--a secret one actually. The Family of Faith in the Five, a small group of believers who have preserved our ancient doctrines for centuries even as we dwindled in numbers, and are now down to only a few clusters of the faithful scattered here and there around the world. We disguise ourselves as Christians, but in fact we are polytheists who worship the Five Holy Ones, and my father, Wendell Sizemore, is the High Priest of all Indiana FFF members, or "Fivers". My father became High Priest when he married my mother, and they pledged that their firstborn daughter would be given in marriage to the firstborn son of Jim Peterson, the High Priest of Illinois. The Five blessed both priests, because Jim's son Lance was born soon after, and my mother gave birth to me a couple of years later. I had a very strict, conservative upbringing. I didn't even know what a television was until I saw one on a shopping trip when I was eight. My mother taught me and all the other Fiver kids at our home, so that the world wouldn't corrupt us. I grew up wearing very modest clothing, and never, ever talking about sex except to make sure I knew not to have any. As I entered my teen years, my mother noticed the way the boys started to look at me, and eventually she pulled me aside for a serious lecture. Of course, I already knew that young people had to remain chaste until married, but my mother impressed upon me that I had even more reason to remain pure than the others. I was already betrothed, and my marriage to Lance would seal the bond between two congregations. She made sure my clothing was even more concealing and shapeless than usual. Still, boys looked. By the age of fifteen, I was a budding beauty, with sunset-red hair and milky skin perpetually blushed with a faint rose pink, like a petal blooming in each cheek. I was short but slender enough that I still looked willowy, and my breasts were already filling out my floral-patterned dresses. That was about the time when my mother taught me to shave my body, leaving no hair behind on my legs, under my arms, or even my pubic region. She said it was part of my maiden's initiation, and that I was to keep myself shaved at all times as a symbol of my devotion to the Five. At sixteen, I met Lance for the first time, when his family came to affirm the betrothal. Our congregation prepared a feast for them, and I wore the prettiest dress my mother had ever let me wear, long and blue with--can you believe it?--straps instead of sleeves! Oh, I was nervous! Would I like him? Would he like me? What would I say? My nerves melted away as soon as I laid eyes on him. He was tall and well-built, with eyes as blue as the sky and tousled golden hair. Like a prince out of an old fairytale. He was smiling at me, and I smiled dizzily back at him, and had absolutely no idea what to say. It didn't matter, though. He coaxed me into conversation, something light and gentlemanly, and I made a few replies, but mostly I was enthralled by his voice. And his eyes. And the way he stood so close to me, just out of reach, his hands clasped politely behind his back where there would be no chance of us accidentally brushing fingers. I barely talked while he was there, and when he left I could talk of nothing else. My parents laughed at me, but they were pleased. Some of the men of the congregation murmured things to my father, and he grinned and nodded as though they were telling naughty jokes. Of course, I wasn't allowed to hear any naughty jokes, because I was the pure, perfect princess of this fairytale. Once I turned seventeen, preparations really took off, but I didn't have much to do with them besides holding still for dress fittings. A month or two before the date, my mother started me on birth control pills, because she said that Lance and I ought not to have children right away. I thought it would be marvelous to have Lance's babies, but I deferred to her wisdom. The night before the wedding, I had my bath and shaved myself as usual, and then my mother did my hair. "Wendy, you know there are some things about marriage that we haven't talked about," she began. She was pulling the brush slowly through my hair, giving me a lovely relaxing feeling. Still, I blushed. "Yes, mother." She'd told me about the birds and the bees when I was younger, but had never gone into any detail. Sheltered as I was, the mere suggestion of anything sexual filled me with embarrassment. Yet, I knew that Lance and I would be having sex the next night, and the idea excited me. "My dear Wendy, you aren't like the other young ladies." "Oh, mother, I know. Our marriage is special, because we were pledged to each other, and to the Five, before we were born." "Yes. You are special." She paused, setting the brush aside. "And your wedding will be special, too." Somehow I could tell from her tone that she was talking about something very serious. I waited, and at length she continued. "The vow your father made with Lance's father said that your wedding would be done in the ancient way, so that your union with Lance will be forever holy to the Five. That means..." She cleared her throat, and made herself continue. "That means that the consummation of the union will be part of the ceremony." My brown furrowed. "The... consummation?" Then it dawned on me. What she was saying. Lance and I would have to make love for the first time in front of everyone! I gasped, and my face went hot. I scarcely knew what to think. A tiny part of my mind that remained rational whispered, "So that's why no children are allowed at the ceremony." But mostly I just sat there, frozen in shock and--and something else. A strange feeling of exhilaration that flooded my body. "Just be the sweet, dutiful, obedient girl you've always been, no matter what happens, ok? It's the will of the Five, remember that." "I'll remember," I whispered. And then the clock struck midnight, and I was eighteen years old. *** Daddy escorted me down the aisle of the temple, handsome in his tux and red tie. I was a vision in white, my train flowing after me, a bouquet of red roses clutched in my gloved hands. My hair was done up in fiery braids under a long white veil. At last we reached the front, where my two brides matrons and Lance's two groomsmen were waiting. The brides matrons wore red and carried white roses. "You look beautiful, darling," my father whispered as he lifted my veil. He kissed me on the cheek and gave my hand to Lance. Then he took his position, along with Lance's father, as the High Priests who would perform the ceremony. He turned to Lance first, and began speaking the words of the old ritual, and Lance repeated them confidently. Then Jim Peterson addressed me, and spoke the words. Somehow I managed to repeat them. My father came to stand behind me, gently taking my hands out of Lance's warm grasp. "Lance Peterson," he said, "Behold the gift of the Sizemore family unto you, and through you unto the Five Holy Ones." His hands--my father's hands--drifted down my bosom, pulling at the cords lacing my bodice together. A tug here and there, and my dress came open. Daddy's hands slid down my sides, onto my hips, and pushed the dress down to pool at my feet. I was left standing there before the congregation in only the white bra and panties that my mother had bought for my wedding day, and the white roses in my hair. Slowly he pulled the straps of my bra down off my shoulders. My right breast burst out from the confines of the lace, and then the left one, my nipples pink and erect. Daddy unhooked the bra and let it drop. He wasn't done. His hands were at my hips again, and this time he slid my panties down and gave me a little nudge. Surprised, I stepped forward and out of the fallen panties. Utterly naked. All eyes were on me, especially Lance's blue ones, taking in every inch of my body. "I accept the gift, and pledge our union to the Five Holy Ones," Lance replied. Daddy reached around to cup my breasts in his hand, offering them up, and Lance bent his head to kiss and suck at each nipple. Then my groom took my hand and led me to the altar, a broad table swathed in silks and cushions. He motioned for me to lie back on the cushions, so I did. Lance stepped back, and his mother came forward to undress him as my father had undressed me. Soon he was standing there naked, his cock hard and eager. He came toward me and reached out to slide his hand along my calf and up my thigh. Slowly, he parted my legs, revealing the pink wetness hidden there. A throb of desire stabbed through me. His cock was only inches away from my pussy, and I wanted so badly to pull him to me, into me. But I was paralyzed by the intensity of my arousal, and I could only lie there trembling. Suddenly, Lance moved away from me. "I ask for the blessing of Maranorad," he said, his voice husky with desire. Both High Priests' eyes widened, and the congregation gasped and murmured. "Are you sure?" my father said, raising an eyebrow. Lance nodded. "It is only fitting. Although it is my right, as Wendy's husband, to take her virginity, I yield that honor to you, her father, so that we may receive the ancient blessing of Maranorad and our union may be utterly devoted to the Five." Lance had scarcely finished speaking before my father was fumbling at the fly of his pants. "Hold her legs spread for me," he commanded. His face was as red as mine gets when I'm embarrassed, but there was an added fervor there, the intensity of lust, lust for me. Lance came around to stand beside me and held my left leg. High Priest Peterson held the other. My father got his pants open just enough to pull his cock out. It was just as hard as Lance's, and even bigger. Daddy ran his fingers down my body, his touch lingering on my breasts, my belly, my groin. He touched the entrance of my cunt, and found it wet. "I've always imagined that I would get to do this," he whispered, sliding his fingers up to rub my clit. I moaned, wriggling, and Lance and Jim spread my legs even wider. I caught a glimpse of someone just behind Daddy, too--apparently one of the women of the congregation was acting as videographer for what must be the naughtiest wedding anyone had ever heard of. Daddy lined his cock up at my virgin pussy and slowly started to push in. "Oh, Five!" I gasped, pleasure swelling within me. "Take me, Daddy. Fill me with your cock." He gripped my thighs and kept sliding in, further and further, until at last his cock was inside me. There had been only the slightest pain, as mother had said there would be, and a faint pinkness from just a little blood stained the silks. "That's soooo good, darling," Daddy whispered, and started to thrust. I scared myself with how loud my moans were. I couldn't help it. In a matter of a few seconds, I came, my pussy spasming blissfully around his cock, but he just continued to thrust in and out, picking up speed and force. The waves of pleasure abated for a moment, then started to build again. "Holy Five, you're tight," Daddy grunted as he took me on the altar while the congregation watched, his hands roaming over my body, squeezing my full breasts, teasing at my clit. Just as I thought another orgasm was starting to build in my loins, he let out a noise of pleasure and his body jerked fiercely into mine. I could feel his cock pulsing its seed within me, filling me up with semen. He collapsed on top of me, panting, but High Priest Peterson was already nudging him away, and Lance was getting into position. "I love you, Wendy," Lance said into my ear, and then he slid in. He took me vigorously, while High Priest Peterson rubbed at my clit so that I came just as Lance did, too, adding his seed to my father's deep inside my cunt. "It is done," intoned Lance's father. "It is done," repeated my father. "Lance Peterson, Wendy is now your wife, and under the blessing of Maranorad, her body is yours to love, to give you pleasure, and to give pleasure to any that you may choose to share her with." The congregation burst into applause, and Lance grinned at me. I couldn't help but grin back. It had been a wedding beyond my wildest dreams, and now there was the promise of more pleasure like this, not just with my husband, but with other men that had his permission. In all the years of my prudish upbringing, I had never hoped to have a marriage filled with sexual variety and excitement like this. "Of course," said Lance, as the cheers died down, "Who else would I share her with but the man to whom I owe everything?" He turned me onto my belly and then pulled me up on my knees, ass in the air. Semen was starting to drip out of my well-plowed pussy, a sight which the videographer made sure to capture. "You're going to love taking it from behind," Lance promised me. Jim's cock was already out, and in a moment he thrust home. "Amazing," he gritted as he took me. "Your daughter really does have the tightest pussy I've ever felt, Wendell." "Her mother's is still almost as tight," said Daddy. "If Wendy is anything like her mother, you'll have many happy years of marriage ahead of you, Lance." Lance said something in reply, but I wasn't listening. I was off in orbit, caring about nothing but the ecstasy of Jim's cock pounding me. He came in me, eventually, and I moaned in protest as he pulled out, but Lance had already anticipated my needs. "Groomsmen first," he said, "and then everyone else who wants to fuck her can line up. Give her pussy as much come as she can take." I nearly came just from hearing him say that. It was the most amazing day of my life. Like most girls, I've always dreamed of a fairytale wedding. But you know, these days fairytales just don't measure up to my real life! Wendy's Wedding Night Surprise! Part 1 It has now been 10 years since Wendy and I were married. Our sex life has always been good but as with most marriages that initial "lust fest" has worn off, with children also doing their best to dampen any ardour. This tale relates to the time just before we were married, right up to our wedding day. This was a time when we were still very spontaneous and regularly exhausted each other wherever and whenever the moment took us. This was a time when my desire for another man to join us was strong although not as strong as it is ten years on. Having known each other for a year before our wedding day, we had spoken about our old flames and sexual encounters. I learnt that Wendy hadn't had anything other than one lover at a time (she didn't like the idea of threesomes, never mind foursomes), and she knew of my desire to have a man join us but refused to even discuss it. Well, it was now a week before the wedding and we were both due to have our stag and hen nights (bachelor and bachelorette parties). Nothing too raucous was planned, just a night out with our friends and probably too much alcohol. For me it was a bar-crawl ending up in a night club. I requested that no strippers were hired and the guys were true to their word and didn't get one for me. For Wendy it was a meal out with her friends followed by a trip to the local club to dance the night away. This brings us to "now", 4 days after the parties but 3 days before our wedding. I was at the wedding photographer's studio paying the deposit so that the photographer would turn up on the big day. As my payment was going through the young trainee photographer was talking to the receptionist about the pictures he had taken the previous weekend. "My tutor says that we should always carry a camera around with us as you never know when you'll need it, and now I know why. You should see some of the pictures I took!" he said to he young girl. The receptionist seemed to be oblivious to me standing there as she carried on talking "She was doing that in public?!" she exclaimed. "Well you better show me then, it may be someone I know" she said to him, gesturing him to get the pictures he had taken. The photographer came back with about thirty snaps. After looking at each one, the gasps from the receptionist grew louder and louder. "Oh my word" she continued. "And this was her hen night!" the photographer added. "What a slut! I hope the groom doesn't find out" she replied. Just then, an buzzer went off in the dark room. "Hang onto them" he shouted to the receptionist, as he ran back into the dark room. I was, by now, very intrigued and wanted to see the pictures, but the young guy had left them face down. Unlike the receptionist I didn't care who was in them, I just wanted to see the pictures! Luckily the receptionist informed me that she needed to get authorisation from her boss for the payment and left me on my own by the pictures. With no one looking I picked them up. The first few pictures were of an athletic, young black guy stripping down to his g-string in a crowded bar. As I turned the next few over I began to recognise some of Wendy's friends. Then I saw the black guy with the woman at the centre of attention in the bar...it was Wendy, my bride to be!! At first the pictures seemed innocent enough. She was clapping along with the rest of her friends as he stripped until he got down to his g-string. It was then he whipped out a blindfold and put it onto Wendy. Then he teased her by getting her to suck on a banana, and then he coaxed her into taking off his g-string with her mouth, though judging by her smile I'm not sure she was unwilling. The next photo showed her rubbing cream onto his chest, followed by her rubbing cream onto his big, erect black cock. I was stunned but incredibly turned on. With the next couple of pictures I nearly came in my pants, there and then. They showed Wendy licking the cream of his cock, then sucking his cock and finally having him cum in her mouth and over her face. I suddenly realised that the receptionist was right; my wife-to-be was a slut. There was I trying to get her to have a threesome with no luck and here she was, on her knees, sucking off a black guy until he came over her face. The last few pictures drove home the fact she was enjoying herself, as they revealed her taking off the blindfold and then licking the guys cock clean, all with a big smile on her face. I knew she was drunk, but still couldn't believe it. At that moment I could hear footsteps and rushed through the remaining pictures before standing there completely staggered. The only reason why I was slightly cross was that I hadn't witnessed it in person and that Wendy hadn't mentioned it to me so that somehow we could take it a step further. The receptionist came back and knew I had taken a peek, "Don't worry, Sir, these are private pictures. All your photos will be strictly confidential". That may well have been so but within a week she would put 2 and 2 together and make 4, realising that that "slut" was now my wife". Part 2 The wedding day. We were now husband and wife, and everyone had arrived at the hotel where we were having our reception following the ceremony. All the guests had been welcomed and Wendy was trying to get me upstairs in order to consummate the marriage, whilst everyone stood around drinking champagne. I wasn't that fussed about consummating the marriage – it meant nothing to me as we weren't exactly virgins and I had no intentions of calling it all off or getting a divorce this early on. For me, however, the timing was now right; everything I had planned for today had gone like clockwork. Wendy and I sloped off to our room. At the door she didn't wait for me to pick her up, she just grabbed my hand and dragged me in. Then, suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks, for on the four-poster bed in front of her was the g-string of the young, black stripper she had sucked off the week beforehand at her hen night. "What's wrong?" I asked her. "Er..er..nothing, darling" she muttered. "Are you sure?" I replied. "I think one of our friends has got into our room and, er... left a little gift" she continued, her brain working overtime, thinking what to say, wondering whether I had found out about her indiscretion. "So they have." I laughed, "I wonder what it means?" "Erm...I don't know" she stumbled. She looked really nervous so I held her hands and looked into her eyes. "OK darling, it's "clean slate" time. I want to go into this marriage knowing we will remain totally faithful, but if there have been any previous liaisons since we met that I don't know about then tell me now and we will wipe the slate clean as if it had never happened." Wendy looked very nervous and remembering her hen night decided that I must have found out that she had a stripper but that I had guessed nothing had actually happened. "I have nothing to declare" she said, "apart from rubbing cream into the stripper that all the girls got me – er..it was just a bit of fun darling, I'm sorry". "Hmmm, just a bit of fun?" I replied. "Yes, just a bit of innocent drunk fun. I'm sorry, but you know what all the girls are like once they get together." "It's OK, I understand darling," I said reassuringly, removing the g-string from the bed. "Would you like a bit of fun now then?" I continued. Wendy's eyes opened wide and she nodded that she would. "Well, climb onto the bed, but before we start I need to tell you that I'm not going to be conventional. I have a little surprise, and I need you helpless". Wendy smiled and did as I asked. I tied her wrists to the posts. "A little blindfold too" I said as I tied a bathrobe tie around her head. I then went into the bathroom got out my surprise – it was Terry, the young black stripper that Wendy had sucked off the week before. Having missed out on Wendy's indiscretion I had decided that I wanted to see her get fucked by him. It would be the perfect way to wipe the slate clean for me. Terry just had to be perfectly quiet as I didn't want Wendy to know until he had finished. Wendy lay there, still in her wedding dress, tied and blindfolded. I gestured Terry onto the bed. He climbed on and knelt down between her legs, pushing her wedding dress up to her waist. He reached up and pulled her white silk thong down, over her stockings and heels, before throwing them onto the floor. He pulled her sleeveless dress down, revealing her soft breasts. He sucked on each nipple until they became hard, rolling his tongue around them, his saliva dripping down her flesh. He moved down and started to lick her pussy. Each head movement was accompanied by a quiet moan from Wendy, as he kissed her lips. He pushed a finger into her wet pussy as he licked her clit, before moving it out and sliding it into her ass. He moved it and out in slowly, each push greeted with a gentle moan. Within a few seconds Wendy climaxed, "Fuck me now" she demanded. Terry looked at me for reassurance that I was allowing him to be the first to fuck his new bride. I nodded. He took hold of her ankles and pushed her legs up, guiding the bulbous tip of his throbbing cock to the entrance of my bride's hot, damp pussy. He slowly slid it in and I watched as the whole length disappeared deep into her. Wendy let out a long groan as he started to slowly pump away. Terry kept moving his hips forward and backwards, fucking her with long, hard strokes. "Yes.... harder, harder...fuck me harder" she called out. Terry obliged. His black cock thrust in and out of her harder and faster, slamming deep into her womb. His naked black body contrasted harshly against her pale skin and white dress. It was a sight to behold as this young black stud was the first guy to be thrust his thick cock into my newly wed wife. No one could have imagined this scenario just one hour ago as the priest had uttered the words "I now pronounce you man and wife". But here it was happening and I was incredibly turned on, as was Wendy who was writhing underneath him as if she wanted every inch of his cock in her forever. "Yes, yes!" she began to scream "Harder! Don't stop....., I'm going to cum". Terry continued fucking her harder, banging his thick black flesh into the newly married white cunt, sweat dripping from his forehead onto her naked skin. "Yes, yes....oh..YESSSS!!" screamed Wendy as she came again. "Now come inside me...fill my pussy with your seed" she demanded. Terry was now seconds away from coming and looked at me to make sure that he could come inside her. Again, I nodded. He kept pounding her pussy harder than ever, his balls slapping against her ass. I could see his back stiffen and his ass clench, until he grunted through his teeth as he shot his cum deep inside Wendy's womb. His cock remained hard as he slowed down his thrusts. I could see the cum on the base of his shaft that was still buried deep inside my wife. He climbed off her, his stiff cock sprung out of her wet pussy, flicking some cum onto her wedding dress. Spurred on by my hand signals he moved himself up so that Wendy could clean his cock with her mouth. As he leant over her head, he pushed his cock into her mouth. Wendy's lips wrapped around his cum covered rod and gleefully began to suck it dry. This was the moment of truth! I removed the blindfold............ Wendy looked up at Terry. I expected her to scream. Where was the scream??!! There was no scream. Instead, she calmly turned her head and looked at me. "Thank you darling, I was so looking forward to getting fucked by Terry". Wendy continued, "You look surprised darling. I didn't tell you that Terry is the cousin of my friend Marlene, did I? She saw you talking to Terry and when she found out what was happening she told me. I knew all along that I was going to be fucked first by a black man on my wedding day". I stood there and could not believe that when my wife said she wanted to be fucked harder she knew all along that she had a big black cock inside her. "When I said 'Cum inside me' a few minutes back" Wendy carried on, " I knew it was Terry that was fucking me. I wanted his cum inside me for when we go back downstairs and talk to our guests. It's his cum I want dripping down the inside of my thighs when you do our speech. You see, Mark, after my hen night I realised just how much you were right about fucking other guys. I have always wanted bigger cocks than your one and you set me up with one on our wedding day for your pleasure when really it was all mine. You see, I don't think I can ever go back to yours now". Mark realised that there was nothing he could do or say about what had just happened. No one would believe it and he couldn't admit that he had set up his wife to be fucked without consent on her wedding day. All Mark wondered now was whether he would ever consummate his marriage, and whether he would ever feel as turned on as he had just been.