Headed to the Chapel

They were a mismatched pair. The older, dark Black former felon, 63 years old, who'd spent his time in disgrace. And his bride, a wealthy, 22 year old brunette angel with alabaster skin, with three children of her own. Yet here she was, in a bridal gown, being walked down the aisle by her father, whose dementia was the only thing shielding him from his worst nightmare.

Most of the audience in the chapel was Black, and indeed, with the exception of Julia and her staff, most of Elizabeth's social circle was now Black. Black bridesmaids, Black groomsmen. It was a far cry from her marriage to Douglas.

"And do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the pastor asked, breaking her out of her thoughts. Elizabeth smiled brightly.

"Of course."

***

Afterwards, the elderly Black buck was all too ready to claim his prize, unprotected and fertile. He tore off her wedding lingerie with zeal, his long fat black cock already at full mast.

"Eager, aren't we," Elizabeth said with a smirk.

"Waited my whole damn life for this," Moses said huskily. "It's my time, now." He reached down, rubbing Elizabeth's clit, making her pussy cream and her eyes roll back. And then he slid the tip of his uncut cock inside her, the walls milking him perfectly. They were made for each other really. His balls slapped her asshole, time and again, as their crescendo built towards the inevitable climax. And then he came, potency and fertility becoming one.