"You look more beautiful than I ever imagined," I whispered under my breath.
She looked up at me and the edges of her lips followed. I could see her perfectly well behind the white veil, held up by an elaborate crown of a hairdo. The veil covered her face only in theory. It did nothing to shield her from my doting gaze. I could see her blushing red cheeks, her deep-well brown eyes, her enormous eyelashes fluttering like butterflies perched over her nose.
Emotion has slowly been flooding me, like a steady rush of water running down to my feet, filling them, and then filling my legs and my waist, and so on, until I was more a vessel for emotion than a person.
She really did look beautiful. I loved her fluttering eyelashes, and her rose colored lips, and the long white dress she wore to promise me eternity.
I looked around to see our families crowding the church pews, gathered to witness our moment. I couldn't help but beam with happiness.
"Do you take... " the minister began and shocked me out of a daydream. Jenny chuckled, apparently noticing my reaction.
I prepared to say I do with such anticipation that I blurted it out a second too early. The people in the pews laughed; politely, of course. I looked over and smiled at my parents in the front row, who couldn't hide their amusement.
"And you, do you take this man, to be your ever doting and loyal..." something seemed different about this part... "and submissive..." Jenny did not seem phased by the insertion of these words, clearly not tailored to a wedding ceremony. Had I missed something? "servant..." Okay, I definitely missed something, but Jenny was just still smiling at me tenderly behind that veil, as if everything was as it should be... "to have and to hold, so that he may cherish you, worship you and obey you, in good times and woe, to never deny you a single request and to fulfill your every desire..."
"I do," she said giddily, and almost a second too early, telling me with her eyes how cute she thought my response had been.
"Then by the power vested in me..." my best man handed me the ring, and I instinctively put it on her finger, not hearing the rest of what the priest said.
"You may now kiss the bride," he said, with an air of satisfaction in a job well done.
I pushed Jenny's veil to the side and she smiled again, putting her hands on my shoulders, and then one of them on my head...
"Go on," she said, still smiling, as I felt her push me down gently onto my knees. I looked around, and no one appeared to be phased by this. I didn't know whether to look at my parents or the priest, but they all seemed to be waiting for me to keep going.
Her wedding dress was sectioned so that a strip of fabric fell softly down her midsection, and a strip of each of her tan and toned legs peeked out between the fabric on either side. It was a thin fabric, and the light that flowed to through it allowed me to see the rest of her legs, and the V shape between her thighs that surrounded her shaved and otherwise unobstructed pussy.
I looked up at her as she moved this veil off to the side, and looked down at me as if this was the most natural thing in the world.
"Kiss me," she said, from above.
I started turning to look at the crowd again, but I was stopped by her hand at my cheek.
"Don't be nervous," she reassured, "this is what you've always wanted, right?"
Her other hand came to my left cheek and my first thought was that she must be right.
"You belong to me now." Her eyes gleamed with the satisfaction of dominance.
I looked down at her cunt again, the slightest drop of liquid starting to form on her lips, right where her flesh was the darkest.
Her hands didn't guide my head, but followed it, becauseI knew where my lips had to go. I leaned in gave her pussy a soft kiss and the crowd burst into applause.
When I looked up Jenny was waving her bouquet in the air in celebration. I looked over to the crowd too, and cheered, despite myself.
Jenny looked down at me again and said, "let's show them what a submissive husband you are going to be."
She then forcefully pulled my head into her pussy, mashing my nose against her lips, and then used both hands to bring my lips up to where they belonged.
The crowd cheered louder, cuing me to open my mouth and stick my tongue deep, deep inside her, moving it all the way from the bottom of her cunt to the top. She moaned, and her hands tightened. Her pussy walls moistened as I licked again and again.
As I looked up at my mistress, I saw her looking at the crowd mischievously, and she pulled my head backward, walking to my side and then behind me, all the while with her hand on my head. When she was behind me she pulled down, placing me flat on the floor. The crowd was loving it. Her feet came beside my head, surrounding it with white fabric and giving me a direct view of her pussy past her legs.
Suddenly it was wet - really wet - her actual pussy engulfed not only my mouth, but my chin and my nose, and her wetness seeped out to cover the rest of my face. I licked devotedly, lapping up her precum with every lick, and slowly filling my mouth with it.
"Oh yeah... " I heard her moan, "this mouth is mine to fill..."
Her hips started grinding gently, and then forcefully. I had to swallow the precum accumulating in my mouth before sticking my tongue out again.
Her pussy somehow seemed to be swallowing my eyes now too. I couldn't see a thing. I brought my hands up to her ass, to try to push her up so I could breathe but I didn't seem to have any strength.
"That's right, your dirty little mouth is mine," I heard as her lips smeared my face and mouth in her cum.
I tried to say something, but my voice was lost in her, and my hands still would not push. I tried to move my head and felt her fingers grip my hair. My forehead and chin were wet and lost inside her.
In a huge breath I gasped in air, and pushed her away, my eyes opening to darkness. A light came in. As I panted, I realized my head was under the covers, and Jenny's naked legs were in front of me. We were lying in bed, not at a church. There was no one else around.
"Woah, are you okay?" She asked.
