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Today is the most important day of my life. I stood at the altar in the front of the church that Madison and I have gone to all of our lives. A good old fashioned SBC establishment with a regular membership of 2000 people. So a big place, but not the biggest, nor most prosperous church I have seen or attended.
This one is home. I know all the staff, deacons, and the main pastor who stood next to me. He smiled encouragingly and whispered, "Madison looks beautiful."
I looked at him confused, "When doesn't she?"
The pastor smiled indulgently and said, "That is why she is marrying you."
I shook my head, "No she is marrying me because she loves me, not for what I say to or about her."
The music began playing and I turned my head to see her enter the church. I felt like passing out, the blood drained from all parts of my body and into the part that hadn't been fully used by, or with, her yet.
Her strawberry blonde hair fell in tight ringlets down to the top of her breasts. Said breasts, were flattened down to the size of a cantaloupe on each side, the bra and dress shoving them together, the flesh partially visible through the lace that bridged across. The white dress clung to her tight, athletic body and the train followed some five feet behind her.
Her beautiful normally smiling face was somber, her eyes on me as she walked down the aisle. With each of her steps, my heart raced faster and faster, and I could feel my cock starting to collect the blood, necessary for the consummation.
They all said we were too young. College was before us, and there was plenty of time for us to marry after college. Neither Madison or I were having any of that. We had dated through high school, neither of us having so much as held the hand of another person much less kissing them. We barely kissed each other as much many of our peers have.
Madison's father, the pastor, led the ceremony which frankly was a blur, I don't remember Madison joining me on the stage, I don't remember saying my side of the vows and I don't remember Madison's vows, other than the line added of 'submit to you as my husband.'
I do remember my 5'5" beauty folding herself into my arms, heavy tits pressed against my chest, her light blue eyes looking up into mine and her lips on mine. The kiss was no where near long enough. Only a few seconds and then it was over as she turned to face the crowd of people before us.
Today is the most important day of my life. I stood at the altar in the front of the church that Madison and I have gone to all of our lives. A good old fashioned SBC establishment with a regular membership of 2000 people. So a big place, but not the biggest, nor most prosperous church I have seen or attended.
This one is home. I know all the staff, deacons, and the main pastor who stood next to me. He smiled encouragingly and whispered, "Madison looks beautiful."
I looked at him confused, "When doesn't she?"
The pastor smiled indulgently and said, "That is why she is marrying you."
I shook my head, "No she is marrying me because she loves me, not for what I say to or about her."
The music began playing and I turned my head to see her enter the church. I felt like passing out, the blood drained from all parts of my body and into the part that hadn't been fully used by, or with, her yet.
Her strawberry blonde hair fell in tight ringlets down to the top of her breasts. Said breasts, were flattened down to the size of a cantaloupe on each side, the bra and dress shoving them together, the flesh partially visible through the lace that bridged across. The white dress clung to her tight, athletic body and the train followed some five feet behind her.
Her beautiful normally smiling face was somber, her eyes on me as she walked down the aisle. With each of her steps, my heart raced faster and faster, and I could feel my cock starting to collect the blood, necessary for the consummation.
They all said we were too young. College was before us, and there was plenty of time for us to marry after college. Neither Madison or I were having any of that. We had dated through high school, neither of us having so much as held the hand of another person much less kissing them. We barely kissed each other as much many of our peers have.
Madison's father, the pastor, led the ceremony which frankly was a blur, I don't remember Madison joining me on the stage, I don't remember saying my side of the vows and I don't remember Madison's vows, other than the line added of 'submit to you as my husband.'
I do remember my 5'5" beauty folding herself into my arms, heavy tits pressed against my chest, her light blue eyes looking up into mine and her lips on mine. The kiss was no where near long enough. Only a few seconds and then it was over as she turned to face the crowd of people before us.
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