The Bride

Olivia could barely contain her jittery excitement, having to take extra care to step and pause, step and pause rather than simply stride forward. She knew she looked good and she reveled in all the gazes on her, she was the center of attention. At the same time, she couldn't help but continually feel her thong was riding up. She knew her wedding lingerie, even purchased last minute, looked absolutely perfect on her but ever since her dad had pointed it out mere moments before it was time to come out, she felt like it was happening even though she carefully fixed it already.

Whatever. It was a thong, even if it did happen again... she knew she had an ass that didn't quit and in these heels? J-Lo, Shakira, and Nicki Minaj had nothing on her. She wished her boobs were as naturally awesome but thanks to Derek's largess, she had buoyant double-D's that were no doubt causing plenty of jealously, shown off in these quarter-cups.

Arm and arm with her dad, she made her way up to the front of the atrium, the only imperfection the fact that there was this group in one part of the pews paying like zero attention to her, instead they were all looking at something looking back behind them or leaning over the pew in front of them. She glared. She'd think it was was some asshole with a silent football game playing on his phone except the miscreants were all women. The men involved, for once, at least looked uncomfortable and embarrassed by their stupid bitches' awful behavior.

Derek looked suitably handsome and she graced him with a smile as their eyes met. Then she was standing before the priest with her fiance alongside, her dad moving to his seat next to her mom.

The next twenty minutes passed quickly, she was barely aware of the priest droning on. Her thoughts were constantly going over the things she had to say and the things she had to do at the appropriate times. And of course, she was thinking about how she would be sucking Derek's cock. She actually liked giving blowjobs, if only because of the control it gave her over a man. She loved the way Derek writhed and moaned like a little whore when her tongue scoured his tip.

And soon enough that time came. Of course, the man came first....

The old geezer priest finally intoned, "And now the woman will show her submission to the man...."

Olivia rolled her eyes but that was only because of the veil, which was soon lifted as she turned to face Derek. She went to her knees, giving her husband-to-be a particular stare. He'd better not cum early. As pulled his zipper down and reached inside, she was happy to feel him fully hard. If he'd been soft that would have been embarrassing. Bringing his shaft out in the open, she recalled last night when she'd found out he'd done precisely zero manscaping. She'd been so pissed at his lack of forethought or even care for her feelings.

In the end she was self-conscious about his size. Six and a half inches was perfectly respectable but he really was noticeably thin. It didn't matter to her in terms of sex because she wasn't all that interested but in terms of competition with bitches like Sharon and Ashley she was pretty embarrassed about Derek's size. She stroked it with her hand, squeezing tightly and drawing out a bit of size as she caught some blood within the thing.

Olivia was careful to turn her body and head in such a way as to show off. She kissed its tip romantically before sucking it into her mouth. She bobbed her head and stroked slightly with her hand about the base. She theatrically moaned and made her cheeks go concave as she sucked. Risking an oversexed slutty reputation, she went ahead and took the whole thing into her mouth, so that Derek's carefully trimmed pubes were tickling her nose. She took pride when she detected the murmurs from some in the crowd appreciating her technique.

The recommended two minutes passed and Derek didn't blow his load thankfully. Not that she'd expected him too. He was no minute-man, but you never knew given the situation. It wasn't like he'd ever received a blowjob in public before, let alone in front of all his friend and family. A lot of dudes had fetishes about weddings for obvious reasons so she wouldn't have been surprised...

Next on the agenda was returning the favor, though of course the priest said nothing about submission to the woman. Fucking Patriarchy. She was a feminist, of course. Traditionally, the groom didn't eat out the bride but Olivia would be damned if she was going to kneel if he wasn't going to as well. And he would kneel. It was awkward, standing with her legs spread, holding her thong to the side to reveal her pussy but it put him in his proper place. Katrina had mentioned her own boyfriend's plans of literally picking her up and lifting her bodily to his mouth but Derek wasn't a linebacker for the NFL and she didn't relish the thought of literally being turned into a little sex doll for everyone to see.

Olivia sighed as Derek's tongue licked across her folds as she grasped his head in her hands, an action she'd harshly prohibited him in her case. There would be no doubt who was in charge in this relationship.

He kissed and licked her pussy and she ground his face into her pussy dominantly, gasping as she looked out onto the crowd watching her in her passion. She didn't cum, of course, but she did her best to broadcast her appreciation for her man's technique. Again, mostly to make the other women jealous rather than a true expression of his efforts. Soon enough it was over and she was fixing her panties and standing before the once again droning priest.

But it wasn't all that long before the really fun part, Derek's attentions had ignited her passions even if he hadn't given her release, so she was more than ready. She eyed Brian and gave him a little smile. The Best Man wasn't really any longer than her hubby to be but he was nice and thick. Soon enough she was laying down on the ground, spreading her legs wide. She had no idea why they hadn't planned for a bridal bed but it had been far too late when they'd realized their mistake. It was galling to be fucked on the floor like some common whore but it was- honestly, kind of a turn on as well.

Derek stepped aside to let the 'Better Man' take his place, unzipping and drawing his erection back out into his hand as he did so. Brian had his own pants unzipped and his girthy prick out as he came over to kneel between her legs. She reached down and pulled her thong to the side as the priest did his perfunctory, "Is there a more worthy man among us now? Speak now or forever hold your peace."