Tony lifted his bride’s wedding dress and pushed her over the vestry table.
“This cunt is MINE after today, do you hear!” he hissed, as he pushed the swollen tip of his thick cock against the opening between his bride’s pussy lips.
“I know dear. It’s all yours.” Jane replied, the low drone of the church organ hiding a gasp.
To their left, a heavy crushed velvet curtain separated them from their family and friends, waiting to join them in witness to their big day, the wedding they had all been waiting months for.
Jane’s fingers grasped the ornate edges of the heavy mahogany table as her fiance’s hand found the back of her neck and shoved her face against the open pages of the bible, sinking more of his thick cock inside his bride’s soaking hole.
“After today, you won’t just be any slut, you will be MY slut, do you hear?” Tony hissed in her ear.
“Will I be your slut-wife?” Jane gasped.
“You will take this cock every day, in whatever way I want to give it to you, do you understand… slut!”
“Yes… I will. I will take your cock.”
Both their parents were welcoming uncles and aunts, nieces and nephews, friends, and acquaintances in the bustle just a few yards away.
A shaft of light shone down through the stained glass window of the vestry onto Jane’s immaculate arse cheeks as Tony gripped them tight and drove his meat deep into his soon-to-be-wife’s slippery cunt.
His thrusts were slow and deep as he watched and listened for anyone coming up past the altar.
He could hear someone telling his Aunt Hilary where to sit as she wasn’t used to getting out these days and walked with a stick. She was telling anyone who would listen, but she didn’t get out as much as she used to.
Jane’s huge tits were close to spilling out of the front of her dress as her man drove his thick cock into her for the last time before they became husband and wife. He grunted as he pulled his cock out into the open air among the ancient religious relics that surrounded them, the large cross on the wall above them, reminding them of the sanctity of where they were.
“I am going to fuck you like the filthiest demon in hell!” Tony whispered as he smeared a cocktail of his precum and his bride’s cunt juice down her arse crack and around her arse hole, lubing her other fuck-hole as the congregation bustled on the other side of the curtain.
Jane’s Mum was fussing over her Dad to make sure he had written his speech for the reception meal and her Dad was wringing his hands, hoping his only daughter wasn’t going to be too late and would text soon to make sure he was out of the church to meet her in time to walk her down the aisle like the proud father he was.
His daughter was already there, of course, just a few yards away, bracing herself against a large bookcase full of all kinds of finely bound books on god and being a good Christian as her soon-to-be-husband pushed the thick, slippery helmet of his cock against the opening to his fiance’s tight little arse hole, the pale flesh of her arse and thighs and virginal white of her dress in contrast with the angry red of his cock and thick veiny shaft.
The church organ grew quiet before resuming with the same, age-old melody from some ancient time-worn hymn.
Tony was balls-deep in Jane’s ass as he grunted one last time and she felt her man’s cock twitch and explode inside her unmarried ass as his grasp on her hips tensed and then relaxed as he filled her with his hot cum.
The congregation was becoming noisy and the organ louder as they straightened themselves up just in time for Father O’Connner to knock on the door and step into the small room and came over to the open bible on the table they had just fucked over.
“Ah, I see you’ve been studying the psalm we are reading today… it’s a fine choice and it will more than certainly give it a sense of occasion! But as nice as it is to see you both,” the Father said with a mocking finger wagging in the air, “it is bad luck to see the bride before the wedding!”
Jane smiled innocently and left by the side door, out into the car park where her limousine was waiting to take her around the block.
Tony stepped out into the congregation, to the embrace of his loved ones, his cock still seeping cum into his boxers.
There were smiles and stories and laughter and anticipation as Jane’s dad made his way to the back of the church to meet his daughter to walk her down the aisle.
The organ music soared in the high eaves of the church as Jane stepped down the aisle on her father’s arm, his face as proud as punch, her hair immaculate, and her dress pure and pristine as her arsehole dripped with her fiance’s cum, running in thick dribbles down the insides of her thighs under her virgin-white dress.
Such a special day for them both as they smiled sweetly and made their vows a few feet from the crushed velvet curtain of the vestry…