A Wedding - Sex Stories

A Wedding

... they wrongly assumed Kriska considered herself above such shows of crudity, in fact she never gave the matter a single thought. Rev Jones announced the list of marriages to follow, four more the same afternoon and the respective celebration venues and then finally he asked. “Does anyone here know any reason why these two people should not breed?” He paused while the church clock ticked five times, the statutory five seconds, then he continued, “Do you Jonathan take Kriska for your lawful wife” “Yes sir”Jonathan replied. “And do you Kriska take Jonathan for your Husband.” Rev Jones asked. “Yes sir” she replied firmly. “Then according to the regulations I all upon all present to witness your union.” Rev Jones whispered to Kriska. “Where is the loop.” “Here” she replied handing him the tiny loop. The Reverend pulled and her dress tore as intended, splitting from the waist to hem to reveal her virgin sex still sewn shut as required by the City, the red silken thread replaced this very morning by a licensed practitioner ready for it symbolic destruction. “Will you cut the ties Jonathan, or shall I?” Kriska asked. “You do it sir, please.” Jonathan replied quietly. “Then if you will come inside the alter rail and Kriska make yourself comfortable on the plinth here and Jonathan make yourself ready.” Kriska moved forward gliding like a beautiful swan, her graceful legs striding and then straddling the plinth. “So they can see please Kriska,” Reverend Jones requested and Kriska ...

... turned to face the congregation, The reverend knelt, his fingers trembled slightly as he peeled her dress aside and the congregation gasped at the perfection of her sex sewn in an intricate crossover pattern when so many were laced simply like a hockey shoe, a head of sweat appeared and Kriska noticed the swelling under his robes as he sought to restrain himself, but controlling his nerves he gripped the ceremonial scalpel and sliced gently and expertly through the soft silk pulling the stray end clear before gently prying her lower lips open for the congregation to witness. Rev Jones continued “I call upon all present to witness that Kriska Duroe having been officially designated a woman now offers herself in marriage to Jonathan Abanuto, and for the record it is now twelve thirteen hours.” Kriska looked at the congregation framed between her knees as she lay on the raised plinth before the Altar, they remained seated, watching intently, many of her classmates, eager to watch and sample the feast waiting in the nearby town hall, and some boys, boys always came hoping the groom would fail, a late comer entered, she blushed and tried to close her legs, her fathers gardener, a pale skinned retard who often worked bare chested in the sunlight and acidity of the day. She looked away as the retard took his seat at the very rear of the hall, he unnerved her, his pale skin, as pale as hers’ despite his lifestyle, and his drugs, several times she had smiled pityingly at his Viga fuelled ...