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Subject: {ASSM} Bride Wore White by Kylie X (M+/F, Inter, First, Cheat, Size, Oral, Preg?)
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The Bride Wore White
By Kylie X

Story Codes: M+/F, Interracial, First, Oral, Cheat, Preg?
Synopsis: Kylie is a young black woman who finds out that she just
can't say no to a hard white cock...Not even at her own wedding
reception.
Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.

The Bride Wore White
By Kylie X

"You're so grown up, I can hardly believe it." My mom was almost
crying...again.

"I know." I smiled at her reflection in the mirror, sitting at the
small vanity. "I'm so nervous."

"Hold still, Kylie!" My best friend Janisha was trying to fix my make-
up. 

It was my big day, my wedding day, and I wasn't really all that
nervous. My mom wanted to hear that kind of stuff though, so I was
giving it to her. It wasn't everyday her daughter got married,
afterall, and she only had two of us. My younger sister was just
sixteen, so mom still had something to look forward to anyway.

I was nineteen and just halfway through my first year of college, so
this wasn't really the best time for a wedding, in my opinion, but
Rodney was so eager and my parents liked him a lot. He was a few years
older than me, just graduated from college and working as an
accountant for my dad's plumbing business, which was a pretty
successful one. Business was good enough that Daddy needed a real
accountant and who could he trust more than a son-in-law? So I was
pushed a little, yeah, and it was more of an arranged marriage than
anything else, or at least it seemed that way sometimes.

"You're so beautiful!" My mom was crying now and had been on and off
all day, but seeing me in her wedding dress was really going to do her
in.

I was still in my slip for the moment, since it was bad luck to do
make-up in a wedding dress, especially at the hands of Janisha. She
tended to be a little clumsy when she was excited. Her parents were
big on their 'roots' which is why she had the silly name. My parents
were pretty normal, thank God, and all they knew about Africa was what
they saw on the National Geographic channel and Save the Children
infomercials. It was enough to convince them that our roots were right
here in Minneapolis. Rodney and his friends were more ethnic, to put
it politely, embracing the turmoil of the inner-city or some such
nonsense, but his parents seemed okay. I'm from the suburbs, middle
class America, and all I'd grown up wanting was a pony, my celphone,
and a cool Friendster page.

Now I was just glad I had a normal name, mostly, and that I looked
slightly less black than some girls I knew. I have dark skin, for
sure, very dark, and big brown eyes and kinky black hair, but my lips
are full and pouting, rather than over-inflated. My ass is nice and
pert, very round and firm, without being ridiculous. Unlike Janisha,
for example. She's a real booty girl and her ass is huge; it always
has been. Some guys like that, black guys especially, but I rather
like my smaller butt. It goes with my hips, which are deftly rounded
and in perfect proportion to my narrow waist, as well as my long,
toned legs. I'm almost five ten, so I have legs that reach the floor
and guys appreciate that.

My tits are a little on the large side, but only because I do look
small despite my height. It's my waist and hips again; a pair of
generous 34C cups above a 22 inch waist and 32 inch hips does tend to
make a girl look a bit top heavy. They're firm too, nice and round
with dark perky nipples that get about a half inch long when they want
to. People have been asking me if my tits are real since I was
fifteen, I swear, because they grew fast and perfect. I'm pretty proud
of my body and I blame it on good genes and luck more than any effort
on my part.

Best of all I have a very pretty face to go with that great body of
mine. I've seen girls who don't and I count my blessings because it is
nice being pretty, even beautiful on occasion. I have a heart-shaped
face, with a small and somewhat pointed nose. It runs in my mom's side
of the family and I'm glad because my dad has a real big nose, wide
and thick like his lips. I got my mom's features and she's a lovely
woman herself, so we're all happy about that. I like to comb my hair
out, keeping it permed so that it's more straight than it would
otherwise be. I wear it to my shoulders, but for my wedding it's
pinned up of course. 

I am beautiful, my mom is right, and much more than any one man
deserves in my opinion, but I'm getting married. I took a deep breath
and smiled at my reflection. Janisha had done a pretty good job with
my make-up and it was time for my dress, virginal white and a hundred
years old easily. It had been passed down through four and now five
generations. I was the fifth girl wearing it, and someday my daughter
would be married in that dress. It's a lot of responsibility putting
on something like that and for the first time that morning I really
did feel a bit nervous.

Rodney is nice, but looking myself in the mirror I really did have to
ask myself why I'd accepted his proposal. Just to make my parents
happy? That was the wrong reason, and not entirely the real one. I
knew why I was doing it and if I told you now, you might not believe
me. It would sound silly, just as it seemed silly to me then, and I
should have changed my mind. But Rodney...Why did he have to be nice? He
wasn't really giving me a reason to back out and I was too chicken to
do it by myself. Nineteen was way too young to be getting married.

The wedding went without a hitch at the First Baptist church. Rodney
looked very nice and he smiled the whole time. My bridesmaids wore
blue. Daddy gave me away with a kiss and a tear, cause he's a big
softy underneath all that tough plumber. I promised to love, honor,
and obey my new husband. It was all very sweet, very traditional, and
about what I'd expected.

Our reception was at the Holiday Inn downtown, in the banquet hall
there. It was a lot of fun and being the center of attention was even
more intoxicating than the champagne, which was flowing freely. Rodney
was immaculate in his new role, knowing he was the luckiest man on the
planet, and we went through all the rituals. The toasts and cake
cutting and pictures, all of that. It was a real good time and we were
enjoying ourselves, but I could tell my brand new husband was eager to
get us out of there and up to our room. We had the bridal suite, of
course, in that same hotel, which was very convenient. It came with a
heart-shaped Jacuzzi, of all things.

"Are you ready to go upstairs, Kylie?" Rodney was whispering in my ear
and I just gave him a smile.

He wanted to have sex with me so badly it wasn't funny. I didn't think
he was a virgin, but I hadn't asked. I'd avoided talk like that as
much as I could just because I didn't want to lead him on. He knew I
was a virgin though, certified almost, because that was a big, big
deal to my parents, especially my dad. He was seriously old school
about his daughters and I'd been a very good one all through high
school. Rodney was going to enjoy his new bride, that's what he was
thinking; I could see it in his eyes. I was the hottest, sexiest girl
he'd ever known and now I was his...If he could get me upstairs.

"May I dance with the bride?" Another man asked me, a tall blonde
haired guy named Jamie. 

He worked for my dad, along with a dozen other men. Three black guys,
seven white guys, a Native American, and a guy named Roger, who was
from Pakistan, but his real name was Rajah or something. My dad was
big on equal opportunity, but mostly all those guys were just darn
good plumbers, even if most of them didn't look like plumbers, at
least not when they were dressed up for a wedding. Anyway, of course I
had to dance with all of them, being the boss' daughter, and so I
smiled and gave Rodney a kiss on the cheek.

"In a little bit, okay?" I ignored my husband's frown and let Jamie
take my hand and everyone clapped and smiled as I danced again. 

I like dancing and Jamie wasn't bad at it. The band was playing real
music too, so he had his hand on my hip and my hand was on his
shoulder, and it was fun. We kept daylight between us, you know. I was
the most beautiful girl in the room, the most beautiful girl in the
world on that day, and every man there between nine and ninety was
going to dance with me. That was a lot of men too, considering the
guest list numbered over seventy-five people, plus their dates and
kids and friends, you know. We had a hundred and fifty people there
easy and it was outrageously fun. Rodney just had to accept it. A girl
only gets married once and it really is her day, as any man should be
happy to tell you.

"Whew!" I was giggling and happy and having the time of my life a few
hours later. 

I was a little tipsy too, but not bad. Rodney was a bit drunk, but
while I'd been dancing all his friends and new coworkers had been
getting to know him and making friends with the boss' new son-in-law,
so it was excusable. Those guys might not have looked like plumbers,
but they could drink like plumbers. Rodney's own friends and family
were there as well, and they were nice. The best man, a big round
black guy named Maurice was pretty funny and he was taking care of his
best friend. He made sure Rodney's glass was full and my husband was
dancing with some of the girls, which I didn't mind. He was the groom
and so it was his day too, sort of. It was a really great party.

"Can we go upstairs now?" Rodney was whispering in my ear as soon as I
sat down, his hand on my thigh his thick lips tickling my ear.

"Hmmm..." I laughed, teasing him because I knew exactly what Rodney
wanted. 

We'd kissed a few times and I'd let him rub my tits on a couple dates,
but no more than that. I'd promised myself to him on our wedding night
and it had been a long six month engagement. I imagined Rodney had
some serious energy for what was coming later in our marital bed and
he could barely contain himself.

I was a little worked up myself, since it was my wedding and
everything. Plus the champagne, the attention, all that dancing with
all those guys. I mean it was very proper, very chaste, but still, I
like men a lot, I won't deny it. Being close to a guy, especially some
of those guys who worked for my dad, like Jamie, he was really cute
and his blue eyes were so pretty. It was bad thinking like that with
my new husband so close, but I'm a woman and I can think what I like,
it doesn't hurt anyone. I just told myself that Rodney was going to
reap the rewards anyway. All these guys getting me hot and bothered
was just going to make it better for the man and he didn't have to
know the why of it.

"Later." I kissed his cheek. "The party's just starting!"

I'll admit I was getting a little loose, but so was everyone, and it
was okay. The guys were getting really friendly though, some of them,
and when I danced with Kevin, who was one of my friends from college,
my heart was pounding. I'd invited about a dozen friends, guys mostly
because for whatever reason most of my friends at school were men.
White guys too, because...Well, let me put it this way. I was supposed
to be getting married to the man of my dreams, right? But I knew that
wasn't true, because when I dreamed, all the guys were white. I have a
serious thing for white guys, they're just irresistible and I mean
that literally.

The funny thing is that they knew it too. My friends from college,
like Kevin, he knew I was hot for him and it had been awfully hard
having him for a study buddy and keeping my nose in my books. David
too, and Brad and John and Steve and Bobby, Greg and Will, and oh God...
They were all hunks. All white as snow and handsome, and I saw those
guys every day. I saw them every night too, in my bed while I rubbed
my little black pussy raw. I thought I was getting blisters from
jilling off so damn much, but I was a good girl too, you know? I was
Daddy's virgin girl and engaged to a nice black man and all that, and
that kept me honest because a girl has to respect herself first,
before she can respect anyone else. But it wasn't easy.

The only reason those guys never tried anything, and I believe this,
is because they all wanted to and they were all keeping an eye on each
other. Like none of them were going to let one of the other guys have
me, so if one tried, he'd find the others standing shoulder to
shoulder in his way. It was like they'd come to an agreement or
something, I have no idea. All I knew was that any one of those guys
could have asked me out on a real date, and not one of them ever did,
but they came close a couple times. It was like having my own fan
club, if you can imagine such a thing, and I was in love with all of
them.

"I can't believe how gorgeous you are, Kylie." Kevin was holding me
tight and I liked it. The distance between me and my dance partners
was inversely proportional to the amount of champagne consumed.

"You think so?" I licked my lips, looking up at him because Kevin was
tall, even for me. He had sandy hair and hazel eyes and a good strong
face, chiseled like he belonged outside on a horse. He was my cowboy
in my dreams.

"Hell yeah." He chuckled and I felt his hand on my hip, strong and
gentle, moving around as we danced.

"You look pretty good yourself." I said and I was stroking the back of
his neck with my fingernails. "Too bad Gloria's here."

"Too bad your married." He replied softly. Gloria was his girlfriend
and she usually kept a pretty close eye on Kevin.

"Oh yeah." I giggled. "That too."

"You broke a lot of hearts today." Kevin said and he was only partly
teasing. 

"Well, I wasn't hiding." I gave him a little shrug and Kevin pulled me
a fraction closer. God, he smelled good. "You knew where I lived."

"And you have no idea how many times I walked by your dorm." Kevin
laughed and then I thought he was teasing me.

"Yeah right." I gave my ass a little shake as I felt his hand move
lower, behind me. "Careful." I sang softly. "I don't know how jealous
my new husband gets."

"Do you want to find out?" Kevin gave me a mischievous grin that set
my heart on fire. 

He pulled me even closer, enough so I could feel the bulge of his cock
against my tummy and my eyes widened with my smile. 

"You're gonna get me in trouble." I gasped and Kevin just nodded, his
hand on my ass now, giving me a real squeeze where it counted and my
nipples were ready to pop.

"Having fun?" Janisha came dancing close with her boyfriend, a gangsta
wanna-be named Hoob Ali ma-Jif or something like that. He was full of
crap but she liked him for some reason. His real name was Larry.

"Yeah." I laughed and pushed myself back, giving us some room and
taking a breath of cool air.

"Uh-Huh." Janisha was a little buzzed and she just laughed.

"I've got a room." Kevin whispered just as the song was ending.

"What" I stared at him and I felt pretty flushed.

"Upstairs, room 327..." He was staring into my eyes. "...Meet me there in
fifteen minutes."

"Kevin." I laughed like he was insane, which he was. "I just got
married."

"Fifteen minutes, Kylie." He gave me a friendly kiss on the cheek as
the music stopped and a new song started.

"Can I have this dance?" Will was there, like they were ganging up on
me and I nodded, my mind reeling with Kevin's suggestion.

"Yeah...Of course." I swallowed hard and nodded, and then smiled at Will
as he took Kevin's place.

"What's wrong?" He asked. "You look like you just saw a ghost or
something."

"Huh?" I laughed. "Oh, just Kevin being...Silly."

"Well, it's a good party, Kylie." He was my height exactly as I stood
in my one inch heels, and I couldn't help but look into his deep brown
eyes as we moved. 

He was white, of course, mostly German or something, and Will was
adorable. The sort of man who made you want to open up and just talk
all night with. I don't know. He had an innocence, like a bad thought
had never crossed his mind, and no matter what you said he wouldn't
think badly of you. He'd just be there to listen and give you all the
support you needed. He was seeing a girl named Becky and I didn't care
for her much, but she hadn't come anyway, so that was nice.

"Yeah, it's great, isn't it?" I agreed. "I'm so glad you came, you and
the other guys. Thank you."

"No, we wouldn't miss it for the world." Will protested. "We love
you."

"Heh." I giggled. "I love you guys too."

"Plus we gotta stick together, right?" Will said. "Midterms are
coming, that's gonna be crazy."

"Oh, God!" I groaned. "Don't remind me."

Will was a perfect gentleman and that was a seduction all its own. I
was very reluctant to let him go when the song ended about five
minutes later, but Bobby was right there, waiting for his turn and
Will gave me up with a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Come on, come on...My turn." Bobby was smiling down at us.

"What, did you guys draw straws or something?" I giggled as beautiful
Bobby took me in his arms. 

"Huh?" He stared at me. "Who told you?"

"Oh!" I gasped and then burst out laughing as the boy grinned at me.
"You're so bad! You guys didn't! Bobby!"

"Well, we could have gone by height I suppose." He was the tallest of
my male friends, about a foot taller than me, maybe not quite that
much, and he was on a basketball scholarship.

The cool thing about Bobby, besides the fact that he had a serious,
serious body, was that he was smart. The basketball thing was just
paying his way and as good as he might be at that, he didn't dream of
playing in the NBA or anything like that. He wanted to be a scientist
and like go to the moon or something. He was so weird, but so cool
too, and his body...Oh God! Six foot nine and two hundred sixty pounds
of white muscle packed into a tuxedo and holding me like a little
black Barbie Doll. I was creaming, I couldn't help it. My pussy was
dripping and I just wanted...What I couldn't have. Could I?

"Your dad's pretty cool." Booby was saying and he had both of his
hands on my hips, actually pretty much encircling my waist, since his
hands were like twice the size of a normal person's.

"Did you talk to him?"

"Oh yeah." Bobby nodded. "I didn't know he was a ball player, but he
knows me. I guess he follows college hoops close, huh?"

"Yeah, well, it's the only game in town." I shrugged. "You didn't tell
him about going to MIT after college did you?"

"Nah." Bobby laughed and he had a big one, like the rest of him. "He
was busy getting me drafted by the pros. I didn't want to disappoint
him."

"Okay, good." I giggled. "He's kind of fixated on basketball
sometimes, I should have warned you."

"Oh, he ain't bad." Bobby was holding me nice and his fingers were on
my ass, but he couldn't help it really. "Some of the homeboys are a
little annoying though."

"What do you mean?" I asked, cause I didn't understand.

"Oh, they just like talking trash, you know." He shrugged. "They wanna
go a little one on one and see my game."

"Oh yeah?" I giggled. "I'll go one on one with you anytime."

I said that in kind of a sexy voice too, like...Ohhh...I hadn't really
thought about it at all, the words just came out and surprised both of
us. I cleared my throat and even black girls can turn red, let me tell
you.

"Is that right?" Bobby's fingers pulled my little ass a little closer
so I could put my cheek on his chest. "You got game, Kylie, we all
know that."

"I, uh..." I sighed. "...I had a lot of champagne tonight. I'm feeling a
little too good."

"I feel that way." Bobby sighed too. "Everytime I see you."

"Oh, don't..." I had my arms almost completely around him and I gave the
big man a squeeze.

"I know." He said softly and we didn't say anything else, we just
moved slowly while the music played.

Steve was waiting for the next dance. Cute little Steve, who was just
about as opposite Bobby as a man could get, being just five foot
nothing and slightly effeminate, which always made him just a little
self-conscious, like he had to prove he was all man. Of course that
little chip on his shoulder just meant he took a hard time from all
his friends, and it was usually pretty funny seeing Steve get worked
up. But he could give as good as he got and he cooled off quickly
enough anyway, so it was all okay. 

"Oh, I gotta sit with my husband a little bit." I apologized to Steve
and I had been dancing a long time. "Just be a little patient."

"Be a little patient?" Steve grinned at me. "Very funny, Dr. Kylie. I
need a heart transplant because of you." He sighed theatrically as I
walked away. "You owe me!"

"Hey darling." Rodney was happy as I found him talking to some of his
friends, three black guys I didn't really know.

"Hi." I moved close, letting him put his arm around me. "Are you
having fun?"

"Yeah." My husband shrugged and leaned close. "I could be having more
though."

"You will...You will..." I giggled, putting my hand on his chest. "You got
me for the rest of your life now. We'll have plenty of time for that!"

"Damn!" One of the other guys shook his head. "That bitch is fine!"

"I'd be all over that shit, bro." One of his friends whispered, but
loud enough so we could hear him.

"Look, um...I think I'm going to go lie down for a little bit, okay?"
I'd made up my mind just then, seeing those black guys, those friends
of my husband's, and knowing I'd be listening to that the rest of my
life.

"Lie down?" Rodney narrowed his eyes. "Are you okay? We can go
upstairs, I can..."

"No, it's just the excitement." I smiled apologetically. "I just need
to relax and take a little breather, that's all. You stay here and
have fun with your friends, okay?"

"But..." Rodney looked in pain and I felt bad about it, almost enough to
change my mind.

"When I get back we'll have one last toast and then, my husband,
you'll get everything you ever wanted..." I giggled and kissed his
cheeks and then his lips and pushed my tongue into his mouth,
Frenching the man hard in front of his friends. 

"Dat's gettin' on some phreak!" One of them said and they were all
talking like that, as I knew they would. Rodney talked the same way,
when he thought I couldn't hear him, and I had no idea why anyone
would want to sound so illiterate. 

"Uh...Okay." Rodney said at last as I broke our kiss. "I'll...Yeah...I'll
wait here, baby."

"Kay." I wiggled my fingers and licked my lips. 

"Be tappin' dat all night long, man...All fuckin' week!...Damn
straight..." They were all staring at my ass and I knew it.

I was doing some tapping of my own, on room 327 about four minutes
later. I had to be crazy for doing this, seriously crazy, and I
wondered why I wasn't afraid, or nervous, or...Something. I didn't even
feel guilty. I'd been married about eight hours and I was going to see
another man in his hotel room, right in the middle of my wedding
reception. A white man, which is neither better nor worse in the great
scheme of things, but it meant something. It was the ultimate
betrayal, not just of Rodney, but my parents and my friends...Some of my
friends...They'd never understand any of it.

How could they when I myself didn't understand it?

All I knew was Kevin was on the other side of that door and I was
feeling like a little girl at Christmas. I wanted my presents and I
wanted them now. I couldn't wait another second. My heart was
hammering, my stomach knotted up with happy anticipation. My pussy was
wet and had been wet for a long while, just as my nipples ached hot
and cold and desperate for some attention. 

I could have taken my new husband upstairs. He'd been begging for it
all night. He'd do anything I wanted, I knew that. I'd made vows to
the man, and accepted his. I wore Rodney's ring on my finger. I wore
my mother's wedding dress on my body. I'd kept my virginity for
nineteen years just because it made my daddy proud, and that had made
me proud of myself...I was going to throw all of that away? I was going
to trash it, as if none of it mattered? I was slapping the face of
everyone I loved, everyone who was important to me. The people who had
loved and nourished me, clothed and fed me. I was telling all of them
that they were less important to me than what I was about to do. 

It's easy to look back and say all that now. But at the time, you know
how much of that went through my pretty little head? None of it. I was
having the best day of my life. The very best time that I ever would.
Ever. And all I could think of was how much I wanted to fuck my white
friends. To make love with the guys I really loved. The men my father
would never, ever have approved of if one had asked me to marry him. A
white guy could be my dad's friend. A white guy could work for him. A
white guy could even dance with his daughter on her wedding day. But
no white boy was ever going to love me, that was my dad right there. 

Stay in your place, stay in your race.

Well, I loved white boys and my hot little black pussy was going to
get some. I should have done it a long time before this and the real
thought in my head was exactly that. Why had I saved my virginity for
some guy that my dad liked? Rodney would be a good husband. He was
kind, gentle, hard working and attentive. He was even attractive, if
you like black guys, but I don't. He didn't get me hot and bothered
the way Kevin did, or Bobby, or Will...That's what drove me. It was my
wedding night and I was going to lose my virginity and I wanted it to
be with someone I loved. The awful sad truth was that I didn't love
Rodney and I couldn't change that.

"He'll get over it." I whispered to myself as the door opened.

"Kylie." Kevin smiled as soon as he saw me and I stood there for all
of a heartbeat before leaping into his arms.

"We don't have much time." I breathed, pressing my lips to his and
kissing a white man for the first time in my life.

His hands were on my ass, pulling me up as I wrapped my legs around
Kevin's waist. His tongue pushed between my lips, thick and hot and
soft as it eagerly explored my mouth. I sucked it greedily, moaning
with years of frustrated desire. This was what I'd dreamed of for so
long and it wasn't disappointing me at all. Kevin's hands were digging
through the layers of my wedding dress, searching blindly for the real
me. 

Kevin kicked the door closed, carrying me with awkward silted steps
towards the large bed and he laid me down upon it carefully, still
kissing me, never letting me go. I could barely breathe. I didn't want
to breathe; I just wanted to feel him against me, inside me. I needed
him, my young black body hungry for his white flesh. Black on white,
breaking the ultimate taboo that my parents had planted in my head,
but not in my heart. I loved this man, as much as I loved the others,
and I'd have been equally happy with any of them. Rodney couldn't
compare to this, no black man could. It was my fantasy come to life.

"Let me..." I whispered breathlessly after our kiss ended. 

Kevin was kneeling on the bed and working to undo his trousers, his
excited fingers fumbling and clumsy and making me giggle. I replaced
his hands with mine and opened his pants, spreading the black material
and exposing his white boxers. I licked my lips, telling myself this
was it, this was real, and I reached inside to touch a man's cock for
the first time. A day of firsts for little Kylie, that's what I was
having, and it was Christmas. 

I gasped as I felt it, hot and heavy and already stiff under my
fingers. It was a cock, a long thick white penis in my small dark
hands. I had him free and jutting out from his body and it looked huge
to my virgin eyes. The smooth head was pinkish and the tip leaking
clear drops of fluid. The skin was so soft, like thin velvet over hard
muscle, veined and throbbing with life. I was in love with Kevin's
cock and I stroked him tenderly, unsure of how it would feel until he
smiled and nodded and offered me a moan of pleasure.

"Kiss it, Kylie...Suck my cock for me." Kevin urged and I swallowed
hard, unsure of myself, but I wasn't going to refuse this man
anything. It was my wedding night and I was in my dress, on my bed,
and this man was my husband now. I was his obedient wife, his lover
and mistress, and even his whore if he wanted. 

I lifted myself, sitting up and turning and I brought my mouth close,
smelling the man, his sweat and the musk of his arousal. It was a
rich, sweet scent to my nose and I hesitated just long enough to
appreciate it before bringing my pursed lips to Kevin's cock and
touching them to the wet tip. I kissed and then opened, letting my new
lover push his cock between my tightly stretched lips and over my
tongue. His white cock was filling my black mouth and I suckled it
instinctively, as if I were a baby at my mother's breast. 

I nursed on Kevin's penis slowly at first, cautiously, getting used to
the size and shape and flavor of the man. His fingers were in my hair,
loosening it so that my thick kinky locks fell around my face and
neck. He stroked my cheek with his thumb and pulled me gently to take
more, as much as I could until it touched the entrance to my throat
and made me cough lightly. He relaxed and gave me room and it was a
pleasure for both of us. I was sucking off a white man in my wedding
dress and I rubbed my satin clad tits, squeezing them with my hands
while I gave Kevin my first blowjob. My pussy was melting, spasming
with a hunger of its own and I had to find that as well, digging
through my skirts until my fingers found the white thong I was
wearing.

"Fuck me now..." I said, licking my lips and swallowing precum and spit,
Kevin's white cock bobbing up and down scant inches from my pretty
black face. "...Make love to me, please..."

"Oh yeah, Kylie..." Kevin leaned down to kiss me hard. "...I want you so
bad."

I wasn't going to bother getting undressed. I wanted to do it in that
beautiful gown the way a new bride should. I lay back, pulling up my
dress so Kevin could see my white stockings giving way to my black
thighs. I rubbed my pussy while he moved between my widespread legs
and I pulled the thong aside, showing him the hot pink interior of my
virgin sex.

"Please, Kevin...Be gentle okay?" I pleaded softly. "I've never done
it."

"You're a virgin?" Kevin stared into my eyes and I nodded. "Okay...Yeah...
I'll be so careful, Kylie. So gentle...Are you protected?"

"Protected?" I hadn't thought about it. "No...I think Rodney..."

My new husband was bringing the condoms to our honeymoon, or so we'd
discussed. I'd never had sex before so I hadn't ever worried about it.
Didn't all guys carry rubbers in their wallets or something?

"I'll, uh...I'll pull out, okay?" Kevin asked and I looked at him. "I
promise, I will."

"Okay." I nodded and closed my eyes, hoping I knew what I was doing
and knowing I didn't. We couldn't stop though, we were way past that.

Kevin lay on top of me, taking much of his weight on his elbows, but
still the feel of his hard chest against my tits was wonderful. I
wished we were naked then, skin to skin so I could feel his body on
mine, but this was the best, in my dress, and we didn't have time for
anything else anyway. He kissed me passionately, working his tongue
inside my mouth and a moment later retreating so that mine would
follow. I licked across his teeth and played the tip of my tongue
against the roof of his mouth. I tasted him everywhere my tongue would
reach while Kevin's cock teased the entrance to my womb. 

The man reached between us, taking his penis in hand so he could rub
the crown up and down my dark slit, splitting my swollen labia and
searching for the small florid mouth of my sex. Kevin found it quickly
enough, bringing a gasp of eager excitement from my aching lungs. I
was so wet for him, juices were running down my thighs and the smell
of my desire filled the air. He wasn't in me, not yet, but Kevin was
right there with his cockhead poised to go where no man had been
before. He was going to be my first, my once and future love no matter
what else happened in my life. Nothing would take this moment from us,
nor spoil the memory of what we were sharing.

"I love you." I whispered and I felt hot tears flooding my eyes for
the first time that day. I hadn't even cried for my husband at my
wedding, but I was crying now, for this white man who was about to
take what only I could give.

"I love you, Kylie." Kevin put his lips on mine once more, gripping my
shoulders in his strong hands and his tongue filled my mouth at the
same moment he thrust his cock inside me with a hard, insistent push
into the depths of my cunt.

I screamed with the pain of my hymen being torn by Kevin's blunt cock.
My inexperienced pussy was stretched in ways I'd never imagined and
the soft muscles protested loudly inside my feverish mind. It hurt a
lot and all I could do was make muffled cries into Kevin's mouth,
gripping the man tightly, clutching at him and waiting for the hurting
to go away. It seemed an eternity before the man stopped pushing and I
dimly realized he was completely inside me now. He'd worked his cock
completely inside my pussy and he held it there, not moving except to
lift his lips from mine so that we could pant cool air into our lungs.

"It hurts." I told him, blinking at the wetness in my eyes.

"I know." Kevin kissed my cheeks, kissed my eyes softly. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." I smiled weakly. "I just thought you were gonna go slow."

"I thought maybe quick would be better." He gave me an apologetic look
and I giggled.

"It's okay, I think." I lifted my head to kiss him. "I'll get used to
it."

He moved slowly and it did hurt, but it wasn't as bad as I feared it
would be. After that first penetration there wasn't really anything
left to break, I was just sore mostly and my pussy had to get used to
being filled up, but that was going to be part of the fun. It sounds
silly, but I actually liked the pain. I liked having something to mark
the moment and imprint it forever in my mind. I'd always remember how
much it had hurt, but it would be a pleasant memory and I was fucking,
after waiting so long and saving myself, I was finally doing it.

"Does it still hurt?" Kevin asked and he was moving in and out of me
easily now, not all the way, but a few inches back and forth, and I
felt so stuffed down there it was unreal. 

"Yeah...no...I don't...Maybe..." I was feeling something, it was hot and heavy
and fluttering like it had a million butterfly wings. It was in my
tummy, or in my pussy, or in my heart. It was everywhere and all at
once, and it was a voice telling me to move, to lift my hips and push
my sex against Kevin's cock. I was fucking him now, as much as he was
fucking me, making love to him and it was feeling good. It really was.
My pussy was burning and so wet, all squishy hot and quivering. I
couldn't breathe and I didn't know what was happening to me. This was
way, way different than masturbation.

I pulled Kevin hard against me, wrapping my legs around him as it went
through me like a hurricane. I was cumming, my first real orgasm and
it had taken awhile, it had taken forever, and now it was here. The
sensation was intense; a wave of pleasure washing all the pain away. I
felt nothing but good and I was moving hard, writhing and lifting my
ass off the bed so I could grind my pussy on Kevin's cock. I needed
him deeper, as deep as he could get, filling me completely. 

Kevin was pounding into me by then, feeling my orgasm surround him as
my pussy squeezed and molded itself around the man. He could do
whatever he wanted and it would just take me higher. I was cumming
hard and over and over and then Kevin was with me. My virgin pussy, my
sweet black cunt, was open for him now, eager and receptive. My body
knew what it was doing; all my instincts were working perfectly. This
was what I was built for. 

"I'm cumming...Oh shit...Kylie...I...I gotta pull out..."

"N-Noooooo..." I held him tighter, my feverish mind not really
understanding what he meant, but only knowing that I had to have him
inside me right then. He had to stay with me and fill me up. I wanted
to ride that beautiful white cock forever.

Kevin really did try and get away from me, which would have seemed
funny if I weren't so busy having my first ever experience with
multiple orgasms. He wasn't going anyplace though, I had my ankles
locked in the small of his back and my arms around his neck, my mouth
greedily kissing his like it was the end of the world, and when I felt
the wonderfully new sensation of Kevin's cock ejaculating deep inside
my pussy it just started the whole thing all over again.

His cock was buried balls deep, spurting heavily against the soft
bottleneck of my cervix and spraying his hot seed into the very mouth
of my womb. I could feel it, indistinct and pleasant, like butter
melting on your tongue, and I was cumming hard once more. I was
crying, uncontrollably weeping because it was so good for me. Every
part of it. The pain, the pleasure, the awful knowledge that this man,
this white man was filling my womb with his seed on my wedding night,
it was all gathering to overwhelm my emotions. I was lost and all I
could do was cling to Kevin and wait for it to somehow pass.

"Don't move." Kevin kissed me. "Just relax for a minute."

"Mmmm..." I just rolled my eyes and smiled and even the slightly
uncomfortable sensation of Kevin removing his penis wasn't going to
make me get up. I was high as a kite on something.

A minute later I felt Kevin returning and I opened my eyes, ready to
kiss him.

"Will?" I stared into the man's face and then I started giggling. "Oh...
No! No!"

"Hi." He'd already unzipped his pants and his cock was long and hard
and pressing against my sex. "I hope you don't mind, but we..."

"Shut up and fuck me." I breathed happily, pulling his mouth to mine
so Will could kiss me as he pushed his penis slowly inside my wet
pussy.

I moaned softly, sucking Will's tongue and his cock slid inside me
easily, with just a small pinch, like a tiny cramp that I barely
noticed. He was a little smaller than Kevin, I thought, and that
didn't matter to me at all except that it made fucking him a real
pleasure, especially once I started cumming again. He took his time
too, making love to me while we made out, pausing our kisses just long
enough to drink fresh air and smile at each other. We whispered soft
words of love and my heart was too big for my body, I was bursting
with pleasure. 

Will worked the top of my dress down at some point; helping me sit up
somewhat awkwardly while he undid the herringbone hooks at the back,
but the trouble was worth it as my firm black tits fell free into the
cool air. I gasped as Will's mouth found my nipples, kissing and
licking them, bringing them to fiery life. I stared at his handsome
face, pink with pleasure as he ate my chocolate breasts. I urged him
to bite my nipples, to chew them and make it feel good because I loved
that sensation. It wasn't painful at all, although it seemed like it
should have been. It only felt good and I was rocking my hips, lifting
my ass to meet his cock all the while, urging him to plant his seed in
my womb, to contest my eggs with Kevin.

That was the idea that really sent me over at last. Two men, two white
men, fucking their vigorous sperm into my young married, and all too
fertile womb. I was going to get pregnant for sure and the thought
didn't bother me at all right then. I wouldn't even know who the
father was, unless I got lucky with the hair, or the eyes maybe. It
was so outrageous, so wicked and perverted. My husband and our
families were just one floor down on the mezzanine, celebrating my
wedding, while I was making babies with white boys. I came so hard I
thought I was dying and that was when Will thrust himself hard inside
me, arching his back with a loud groan. He was cumming hard and I
lifted my hips to meet him, urging him to fill my cunt with his seed.

"Oh God!" I dropped my jaw when I saw Bobby coming into the room
next. 

He unzipped his trousers while Will zipped his up, and Bobby's cock
was huge! Just like the rest of him, that penis was big, like as big
around as my wrist and almost a foot long, I'd bet money on it. It was
so big it wouldn't stand straight, I mean how could it? It must have
weighed ten pounds! I just shook my head and laughed and Bobby was
nodding his head, like 'Yeah, baby, daddy's home!' I was going to feel
this one!

"Oh, my God...Bobby, you have to be kidding." I said as he got on the
bed. "It isn't gonna fit!"

"It'll fit, Kylie." Bobby promised me. "You'll see...Give me your legs,
up high...Over my shoulders...there you go...Just like this."

"I'm scared." I giggled.

"Shhhh...Don't be scared." He kissed me softly. "I'm never going to hurt
you. I love you."

"I love you too." I swallowed hard and my legs were up, my ass and
lower back coming off the bed, and my knees practically against my
shoulders as he bent me over easily.

Bobby had me helpless and vulnerable and he was so big, pinning me
down to that bed and I could feel the swollen head of his cock rubbing
my open and sloppy cunt. I'd been fucked twice already, but only twice
in my whole life. I mean I had blood coming out of my pussy, my
wedding dress was stained red with it, and he was going to put that
monster cock inside me? I was going to die. There was no way it was
ever going to...

"Ughhhh...Mmmm..." I bit my lip as Bobby started pushing and then he
stopped, backing off, and I smiled cause it hadn't hurt at all.
"Ohhh!" 

Then he pushed again and that's how he did it, he'd push in just an
inch, maybe not even that much, and then he'd pull back. Over and over
again, getting a little deeper while we just looked at each other,
smiling and breathing and working more of that huge white cock inside
my small black pussy. He wasn't going to get all of it, no way, he
touched bottom, finding a place Kevin had never reached, and I gasped
at that. He was out of room and I was very glad Bobby had been going
slow right then. It felt good, but it could have hurt too.

"That's far enough, right?" He smiled and me and I nodded, panting for
air and I could feel those butterflies coming back. It had been a
little uncomfortable as my pussy had stretched wide and tight around
him, but that sensation was good too. It wasn't pain, Bobby had been
right about that, it was just my little black pussy taking a big white
cock, the way it was supposed to. 

"Fuck me now...Let me feel that huge dick of yours, Bobby." I was giddy
and giggling and I had my hands on his thighs and I pulled at him as
best I could, wanting to feel that cock sliding in and out of me. 

My clit was hard and buzzing as I could feel Bobby's cock stroking it,
my clitoris rubbing the long shaft as he began to move, sliding his
cock back and forth, fucking me carefully so he wouldn't go too deep
and hurt me. Bobby must have had a lot of experience with girls, small
girls who couldn't take all of him, because he was so fine at fucking
me. I was cumming nicely, not the crazy orgasms I had with Kevin and
Will, but another kind, wicked sexy orgasms that made me want to bite
the man. Clitoral orgasms, I suppose, and ohhhh! I could have ridden
those all night long.

I was lifting my head so I could kiss his neck and chest and I found
his nipples as Bobby moved, because he was so much bigger than me. I
bit his left nipple and sucked it hard, feeling it stiffen through the
soft short hair on his chest. I worked that one and moved to the
other, riding that beautiful cock all the while. It was a great fuck
and I was amazed by how different it was fucking different guys. I was
groaning and digging my nails into Bobby's skin, feeling like an
animal almost, trapped and helpless, because that's how he made me
feel. He could do whatever he wanted with me and the best part of all
that was that I knew Bobby would take care of me. He was going to be
gentle and loving every second he was with me. I trusted him
completely.

"I'm going to cum, Kylie...Is it...Okay?" Bobby was moving a little
quicker, but he was still so patient, so in control it was amazing.

"Yeah...Oh yeah...Bobby...God..." I rolled my head, like a pretty black bobble-
head doll. "...I want it in me!" 

I was stretched around his cock so tight that he was turning me inside
out with every thrust, but why that didn't hurt I'll never know. Maybe
my pussy muscles were just too tired to fight and so they were nice
and relaxed and taking that thick cock easily now. All I really knew
was that it just felt yummy and I was having one orgasm after another,
and when Bobby started shooting his potent load inside me it was even
better than it had been the first time with Kevin. It was like a fire
hose inside me, bathing my womb with one big blast of sperm after
another. I swear it gave me convulsions of pleasure as I felt him
shooting into me. He was so strong it was unmistakable and it
triggered a wave of pleasure that had my whole body shaking
uncontrollably.

"Oh Jesus..." I said finally, coming to my senses and I wondered if I'd
blacked out or something. I felt like I was coming out of a dream.

"Are you okay?" Bobby had let me go, letting me lower my legs and his
cock was still inside me, I could feel that much, so it wasn't a
dream.

"Yeah...Wow...I think I came." I giggled weakly.

"Me too." Bobby kissed me tenderly, his tongue playing across my lips
until I opened my mouth for him so he could kiss me properly.

"Hey, come on!" Steve was there. "Give someone else a turn, Bobby."

"Ummm...Nice..." I sighed after our kiss. "...What time is it?"

"Time for me to show you how a real man..."

"Almost midnight." Bobby cut Steve off, glancing at his watch.

"Midnight?" I blinked at that. "Oh shoot! I have to get downstairs!"

I'd been in that room well over an hour, almost two, and Rodney was
probably ready to have a fit. My parents too. I couldn't just
disappear for two hours in the middle of my wedding reception. I
started pushing at Bobby and then gasped as he pulled his still very
large penis out of me with a loud wet slurcking sound.

"Oh God!" I looked down at myself, really seeing what I looked like
for the first time after losing my virginity and being fucked by three
men.

I was a mess! My wedding gown was hopelessly wrinkled and stained. You
have no idea! I had bled after Kevin popped my cherry, not a whole
lot, but enough. I remember noticing some little spots before, but
this...I had some seriously large splotches of pinkish, cummy blood on
my gown, inside and out. My thong was just a soggy ripe bit of white
cloth. My stockings were wrinkled and askew with some really ugly runs
in them. I was probably lucky I hadn't broke a heel and I didn't even
want to imagine what my face and hair looked like! 

And my pussy was gaping, there's no other word for it. I was dark on
the outside, my labia almost black and swollen and greasy slick with
juices. My pink clit was still stiff, but throbbing a little less at
least. And my pussy hole, my once tight little virgin sex was wide
open. Pink and red and raw looking, mostly, except for the deep puddle
of sperm inside. I could see it down there, like a spring from the
depths of my womb, pinkish white sperm from my three lovers and I just
stared at it. We all did.

"I'll be really fast!" Steve was saying and I looked up to see his
cock, which was pretty respectable looking considering his small
stature. He was stroking it and smiling at me, obviously wanting to
give his babymakers a fighting chance at knocking me up, but he was
too late for that. I had to get my little black ass downstairs pronto.

"Sorry, Steve." I apologized. "But I'm a little short on time right
now."

"Oh, haha!" He frowned. 

"Next time, okay?" I pulled my thong into place, feeling my fingers
all sticky just from touching it. "I promise, I'll make it up to you!"

"Yeah, that's real big of you, Kylie." He laughed, but he was okay. He
knew I really did have to go.

"The other guys..." I paused, narrowing my eyes at Bobby and Steve, "...
we're they planning on..."

"Well, yeah." Steve shrugged. "We drew straws to see who got to go
when."

"You guys drew straws? To fuck me on my wedding day?" I stared at
Steve and he shrugged and Bobby coughed.

"Bobby!" I looked at him and laughed. "Ohhhh...You guys are in so much
trouble later!"

I got off the bed and took two steps and just yelped. First of all, I
was a lot more sore down there than I'd thought I was while laying on
the bed. I felt like I'd been kicked by a small, but rather angry
mule. Right between the legs. The other thing was that gravity and
motion were conspiring to pull all that sperm and girl cum and
whatever was left of my virginal blood, out of my tender well fucked
cunt down my thighs. I was going to leave a trail of sex behind me
wherever I went. 

"Thank God I'm wearing a gown." I breathed and then tried to look
behind me, cause that's were the spots were, the really bad ones
anyway. "How bad is it?

"Ummm..." Steve shrugged and Bobby bent way over, looking me up and
down.

"It looks like you sat on a hamburger." Bobby decided. "A little mayo,
some ketchup, you know."

"Very funny." I frowned, but there was nothing I could do about it.

I had some visions of what would happen if I went back to the banquet
room after my little orgy. My mom would want to find out what was
wrong. My dad would start calling me 'young lady' and demand an
explanation. Rodney's parents would frown from a distance, wondering
what kind of girl their son had married. My husband would want to know
where I'd been, and possibly with who. And everyone would smell the
sex. It was unmistakable and it wasn't just on me, it was on my gown.
The spots the wrinkles, my funny bowlegged walk...I was dead!

Unless....

I reached for the phone.

Rodney came up about half an hour after I got housekeeping to let me
into the honeymoon suite. It was pretty obvious who I was and all I
needed was to smile and act embarrassed and tell the woman that my
husband hadn't been able to wait and I needed to get cleaned up! That
and the twenty dollar bill I'd borrowed from Steve because I was a
little short on cash, got the maid to open the door and save my little
black ass from a whole lot of trouble.

But not all of it.

"Kylie?" I heard Rodney's voice and I was soaking in the huge heart-
shaped Jacuzzi.

I hadn't even taken off my wedding gown either, I'd just fired up the
jets and gotten into the water, finding it agreeably warm, wet, and
soothing. And those water jets, oh my! They did a great job cleaning
out my pussy and it felt pretty good too. I felt a little bad about
the dress, I mean it wasn't going to like being soaked in hot
chlorinated water, but maybe the dry cleaners could save it. I hoped
so anyway, it was a tough old dress, and I'm sure it had been through
a lot before me anyway. It was kind of laying over the edge of the hot
tub when Rodney found me naked and tits deep in hot bubbling water.

"Hi!" I smiled at him and he was trying really hard not to like me.

"Where did you go?" He started right in. "We looked everywhere for
you! Your father was ready to call the FBI or something..."

"I needed some air." I shrugged. "I'm sorry, come here...Get in the tub,
it's nice..."

"Kylie, you embarrassed everyone!" Rodney was shaking his head. "This
isn't how we're supposed to start our marriage."

"I know...I know..." I nodded, trying my very best to look contrite, but I
was mostly thinking how nice it would be to have Kevin, Bobby, and
Will in that tub with me right about then. Steve too, maybe, but it
was kind of a small tub and...

"What's so funny?" Rodney was still frowning, but he'd started
unbuttoning his tuxedo as well.

"Oh...Nothing." I shrugged. "Why don't you just get in? I'll undress you
under the water." I gave him my very best impish smile, but it didn't
work.

"What? I paid sixty-five dollars to rent this." Rodney stared at me
like I was crazy. "They have my credit card and if anything happens to
it..."

"Yeah, I know." I sighed theatrically. Accountants. Rodney was going
to be a lot of fun, I could tell. Kevin wouldn't have cared. 

I waited until he was just getting in the hot tub, naked now, with his
black body looking...Boring. His black cock was hard and, I dunno, kinda
like Will's size, maybe a little thicker, but not as nice looking. I
mean he 's black and I already told you, black guys just don't turn me
on. So I smiled and sighed and wished one of my study-buddies was with
me, or all of them, that would be fun. Like six or seven guys at once?
A bunch of white guys doing my black ass in the honeymoon suite? Ummm...
Midterms...That was an idea...We could get a room and...

"Honey...Uh, don't forget your condom thingies, okay?" I batted my eyes
at my new husband and he nodded.

"Oh, right, yeah." Rodney was so understanding. "We can't afford any
accidents! Babies cost money and we need to get settled and find a
house and get you through school and..."

He talked all the way to his suitcase...Then he talked all the way to
his other suitcase, telling me how expensive babies were and how we
needed to plan for the future and be careful, and then he was looking
through his overnight bag, and then my bags and then his wallet, and
then...

"Uh, Kylie? Have you seen the condoms?" Rodney scratched his head. "I
could have sworn I packed those."

"Nope." I shook my head, trying not to smile. "Did you look
everywhere?"

"Uh-huh!" Rodney looked like he was ready to cry.

"There isn't gonna be any drugstores open this time of night." I said,
sounding terribly sad myself. 

"I could, um..." Rodney turned to look at me, his brand new nineteen
year old beautiful bride all naked and wet in a hot tub on his wedding
night. "...I could pull out."

"No way!" I shook my head. "I could still get pregnant that way and
all it would take is one little spermy to knock me up. I'm ovulating
too, Rodney, right this minute!"

"But, Kylie..." Rodney tried pouting.

"Nope." I shook my head. "If you can't remember a simple thing like
condoms, well..."

"How about, uh..."

"What?" I looked at him closely.

"Would you suck it for me?"

"You want me to put that...In my mouth?" I gasped at him. "What do you
think I am? A whore? I should tell my Daddy what you just said..."

"Never mind." He looked down at his wilting black penis.

"Awww...Come here." I softened, knowing he didn't deserve a hard time.
It wasn't his fault he was black and i didn't love him. "I know you
didn't mean it like that. I'll rub it for you, okay?"

"Okay." Rodney agreed, but he wasn't too happy. 

"Just don't cum in the water, I don't want that icky stuff floating
around. It might get in me." I shivered at the thought.

"But how..." Rodney stared at me and I gave him a stern look. "...Okay, I
won't."

"Good. When you feel it, you can just...Go in the bathroom or
something." I smiled and tilted my head. "Get in then, we'll make this
quick cause it's kind of late. I'm pretty tired."

"Yes dear." Rodney said dutifully and I was pretty pleased I'd
remembered to give those condoms to the maid. I'd explained that we
wouldn't be needing them on our wedding night, but I hadn't told her
it was because I was already way too sore to have sex with my husband!
She might not have understood that part.

the end
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