Wedding Bell Ball

As soon as the girls left Uncle Ron directed Archie to help him. Together they moved furniture and backdrops. In a short time they had assembled what appeared to be a small chapel including a white covered “altar” and a stain-glass window backdrop.

After they had finished with the set, Uncle Ron attended to the camera. He re-loaded film and set the movie cameras on tripods facing the fake altar. When the cameras were set, Ron motioned to Archie to follow him. The two went down a flight of stairs into a basement storeroom. Ron pointed out a rack of tuxedos that he obviously had for prom and graduation photographs.

“Fine a nice one that fits you and put it on,” he ordered. “Oh, and don’t bother with any underwear.”

While Archie moved over to the rack, Uncle Ron disappeared deeper into the storeroom. Archie found an almost new tux that was his size. He had just finished adjusting the garment when Ron re-appeared. Archie almost broke out laughing.

Ron was dressed in the full garb of a minister. He looked Archie over, smiled, and motioned upstairs. “The girls should be ready. Let’s go. You’re really going to enjoy this, Archie!”

As the climbed the stairs, Archie wondered how he had gotten into this situation. Whatever was in the coke Lynda had given him seemed to leave him too weak to resist.

The two got to the altar. Uncle Ron positioned Archie, started the movie cameras, and called to Lynda, his assistant. A moment later Lynda hurried from the changing room and picked up one of the still cameras.

The “Wedding March” started to play on a tinny phonograph and Betty entered the room. Archie’s heart stopped. Betty was dressed as a bride. Her hair was put up high, she worn a lace veil that covered her face, and her gown was stunning. Archie quickly noted that it was a bare shoulder dress; it seemed like only Betty’s firm breasts held it up. Slowly Betty approached Archie at the altar.

As soon as she arrived, Archie took her hand and the two turned to face Uncle Ron. He smiled and began some made-up marriage ceremony. Betty said “I do,” then Archie said “I do,” then Uncle Ron pronounced them man and wife and invited Archie to kiss the bride.

Archie gently lifted the veil from Betty’s face; she was more beautiful than he had ever seen her. As he softly kissed her on the lips, she whispered, “Oh, Archie, you’ll never know how I dreamed of this, but this is not what I wanted.”

“That’s not a real kiss for a bride!” Uncle Ron broke the spell. “Lift her up on the altar and really kiss her where it counts!”

Uncle Ron came forward and helped lift Betty up onto the altar. As he lay Betty down, Uncle Ron pulled up her gown so that her thighs and belly were exposed. Betty’s pussy was bare. Archie drove right in. He started licking and lapping up and down the already slick slit. His tongue wormed into Betty’s pussy and then lashed against her tender clit. Betty was soon panting and moaning, her hips rising and falling on the altar. Uncle Ron, who had taken one of the movie cameras, and Lynda had both moved in close with their cameras.

“Time to drop those pants and do your duty, son,” Uncle Ron directed. “Now’s the time to really make her your wife!”

Archie, still under the influence of the ****, quickly undid his pants, kicked off his shoes, and slipped out of his pants. Still wearing his tux jacket and shirt, Archie climbed up onto the altar between Betty’s legs. Gently, he positioned his hard cock and slid it into her pussy. Betty sighed in pleasure.
Slowly, ever-so-slowly, Archie began fucking his bride. Ron and Lynda photographed from every angle.

“Betty, pop those beautiful tits out of that gown and let Archie have a taste,” Uncle Ron never stopped directing. He knew that he could edit his direction out of the movies later.

Betty reached up and eased her breasts out of the bridal gown. Archie leaned forward and began licking and sucking the hard pink nipples and he fucked in and out. As his passion grew, Archie began fucking harder and faster. Betty met the increased pace with increased panting and harder thrusts up off of the altar. “Tell him what you want, Betty, let him hear!” Uncle Ron zoomed in on Betty’s face.

“Oh, yes, fuck me! Fuck me hard!” Betty pleaded.

Archie began slamming down hard and fast. Uncle Ron moved below to capture Archie’s slick cock ramming in and out of Betty’s dripping pussy.

“Oh, yes…yes…yes!!!” Betty cried out, her body shaking.

“Ahh…Ahh…”Archie began quivering; cum began pumping out of his cock.

“Pull out, Archie, and let her suck you!” Uncle Ron ordered.

Archie slipped his cock out of Betty’s pussy and moved up over the quivering girl. Globs of cum dripped onto her gown, onto her tits, and finally into her open, panting mouth. Just before Archie pushed his cock into Betty’s mouth, another jet of cum shot over her face; Lynda got a great close-up of the cum dripping over Betty’s face.

Archie dropped down onto the altar as Betty suck the last drops of cum from his cock. Uncle Ron zoomed in on Betty’s pussy, capturing the stream of cum flowing out onto the altar cloth.

Replacing the movie camera on the tripod, Uncle Ron announced, “Now it’s time for the minister to collect his fee!”

Archie looked down and saw that Uncle Ron had unfastened the front of his clergy robes so that his long, hard cock stood out.