The Wedding

She loved God, Heather loved God, that was the first priority of her life. That’s likely why she hadn’t met anyone suitable. Oh they pretended for a while, going to church, two or even three times per week. They put on a good show but she knew the look in their eyes, they wanted to please her, do things that would get them on her good side. Heather being almost thirty knew it was time to marry but she wanted a real spiritual man, one that knew how to serve and worship God. A sincere man that loved the church, giving himself to the service of others.

Jerome was twenty five years her senior, but she couldn’t resist him. He was everything Heather wanted, mature, warm, kind, a gentle nature. She enjoyed the few occasions she was able to dine with him and his family or visit his home. Heather Often thought, if only I could find someone like Jerome, not like her peers, the boys who only wanted sex from and she knew there was so much more to life than that. Love marriage, children,service to God. Yes, she would not rush into just any relationship. Heather was ashamed of herself because she often felt her stomach turn with excitement every time she was near Jerome. So much older yet so handsome and secure in himself and his love for God was obvious to everyone who knew him. Heather blushed as she thought of him, ashamed again as her thoughts of him beyond friendship.

Heather couldn’t believe as she stared into the mirror, her white dress so clean, beautiful. Turning as if almost twirling in delight, the beautiful wedding dress flared slightly. Her mother looked on with a frown, her arms folded. She did not approve of the union, he was to old and experienced for her innocent little Heather. Through hundreds of conversations she finally reluctantly gave her nod of approval. It wasn’t that Jerome was a bad man, he was quite the opposite. A good family man they were friends with, they had known the family for over a year until his wife tragically passed away. HEather had spent time with his children, bringing meals to them in their time of mourning. That is how it all started over a year ago. It was not what she wanted for her daughter, she wanted her to meet a nice young man, learn, grow and experience life together. It just seemed she desired the father figure she had lost as a young teenager.

“What do you think mom, isn’t it beautiful?” Heather’s mom smiled. Yes, she had to admit her daughter was truly beautiful here on her wedding day. She stopped and looked into the mirror, held her chin up and whispered to herself “Misses Jerome Berkly.” A smile of arrest crossed her mind as she thought of his beautiful house, cars, and his position in the church. She couldn’t wait to sit up front next to him during the Sunday services. A broader smile came across her face as she thought of bearing his children. “It’s Gods will,” came the second whisper.

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The wedding was beautiful, as well as the fine reception. Jerome’s businessss associates, family, friends, and the church parishioners all had a wonderful time. He had spared little expense in the costs, Heather wonderful how wealthy he was because he never spoke of money. She smiled as she thought how he humbly allowed her mom to pay for the rehearsal dinner at the western buffet. She couldn’t wait for the honeymoon, they had rented a bungalow at an exclusive Caribbean resort but tonight they had a suite at the hotel down town, she slipped next to him in the limo, taking his hand with hers. He smiled as he looked, the fine manicured red poisoned nails he liked. Heather leaned to kiss he which he except slightly reluctant. He smiled,

“We will be at the movie soon my love.”

She smiled at his words as her eyes lowered, she was nervous about losing her virginity but desired him so much and so willing to let him have her in the most intimate way she could imagine. She knew it would be painful from the books she had read as well as with the talks hermother gave her but she knew the pain would turn to the real pleasure of love she had for the man she had vowed to love and cherish as his wife. He leaned into her, his hand cupped her jaw gently as he kissed her, his tongue gently parted her lips and touched her tongue, her belly felt a sudden rush from her first French kiss, she melted into him and the gentle kiss continued.

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Having had there baggage sent ahead of time they stood outside the door as Jerome swiped the key card in the door, it clicked open. He gave Heather a look and smile before he spoke, “Shall I carry you across the threshold?” Before she could answer he swept her off her feet with an easy motion. She wrapped an arm around him and gave a slight squeal. Kicking the door closed behind him he gently eased her back to her feet. “There, now it’s Official.” He squared her to him, she looked as beautiful as a bride could look. Young, virginal, wanton, beautiful. He had caressed her face as he looked into her blue eyes that seemed to twinkle with shear delight. “Your life will never be the same after tonight, Misses Heather Berkly.” His hands gently went to the collar of her dress and unhooked the clap behind her neck. His eyes did not waver from her as he slowly unhooked the decorative buttons on the back to the small of her back, the magnificent white dress lay open, exposing her back. He smiled and slowly turned, walking to the luggage lined up along the wall, finding a briefcase he pulled it to the bar top near the kitchenette. The locks ‘clicked’ as he flipped the case open. He pulled out a big leather book, it looked old. Heather looked at him in slight bewilderment, not expecting this but looking on in curious anticipation. He set the leather bound book down on the bar top, it looks very old and used. Upon opening the old book it looked Almost as if a poor of smoke or a mist rose from the pages. Shall we begin out marriage night with some thoughts from Gods word to guide our marriage?” Heather could not hide the smile that came across her face, yes couldnt love this man more.

***Proverbs 5:18-19 King James Version (KJV)

18 Let thy fountain be blessed: and reject with the wife of thy youth.

19 Let her be as the loving hind and pleasant roe; let her breasts satisfy thee at all times; and be thou ravished always with her love.

After reading the passage there was a silent tension in the room “Undress, my love.” His voice seemed matter of fact but his eyes pierced her hungrily. Heather felt a flush to her cheeses. “Come now, don’t be shy. God has instructed you to ‘satisfy’ your husband at all times.’” His hand slowly motioned over the old book. “I know.” She whispered as her chest began to heaven from her breathing. Her shaky hands bean moving to the collar that he had already loosened, letting it fall forward, she let it drop exposing the lace white bra. She slowly stepped out of the dress on pantie hose, panties and bra, all matching white. He watched the delicious embarrassment she exhibited as she reached the clasp of the bra, letting it drop over her arms. She stood for a moment trying to discreetly cover her bare breasts.

“The hose and panties now my love.”

Her thumbs hooked the elastic of both and pulled them down her smooth legs easily, pooling them at her ankles, she stepped out.

She then quickly rolled the stocking down, not looking at her husband who was closely observing his new young wife. She now stood in the center of the suite, her clothes piled near her as she again subconsciously covered her sex and breasts, her cheeks blushing. Jerome simply looked at the young woman in silence, such beauty. Slim, yet retaining an hour glass figure, her breast small yet perky, the nipple hardening from the cool air in the room.

“Remove your hand sweet heart, don’t hide from your husband.”

Heather slowly removed the hand from her sex, revealing a tuft of light blonde hair. Jerome looked on in admission, this would be the last day of her life that she would have hair between her legs, he will require his wife to be shaken smooth at all times from this point on.

Heather’s stomach ached as she stood before him, embarrassed yet eager to please him.

“Your very beautiful.” She could feel his eyes on her, the compliment made blush, her body quivered slightly as he began undressing. This made her nervous, she had never been with a naked man in her life. She looked at his naked body with a mix of emotions, he was in very good shape for a man over fifty, yet he was much hairier than she. Imagined. The hair on his chest was a thick mat as on his arms and shoulders but her eyes were drawn to the erection that seemed to be growing by the second. He saw her trepidation and smiled within himself as he turned the pages of the book. He read more,

“Therefore as the church is subject unto Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in everything.” KJV

He let. The words sink into her for a moment, “Do you understand those instructions Heather?” Her eyes looked down as she felt her body began to respond to the strange exchange, this was not. How she really pictured her wedding night. Her mind was racing, confused yet she uttered a response “Yes…” Almost a soft whisper. “

“Yes?” He paused after speaking the word these he said another. “Sir. Yes Sir would be the appropriate response to that question.” He turned the pages of the book once again. “You see Heather my love, honorifics are important to your submission, let’s look at an example here.”

He read more to her.

“King James Version 1Pe 3:1-6 Likewise, ye wives, be in subjection to your own husbands; that, if any obey not the word, they also may without the word be won by the conversation of the wives;2 While they behold your chate conversation coupled with fear. 3 Whose adorning let it not be that outward adorning of plaiting the hair, and of wearing of gold, or ofputting on of apparel; 4 But let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible, even the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price. 5 For after this manner in the old time the holy women also, who trusted in God, adorned themselves, being in subjection unto their own husbands: 6 Even as Sarah obeyed Abraham, calling him lord: whose daughters ye are, as long as ye do well, and are not afraid with any amazement.”

“You see Abraham’s wife Sarah respect her husband by calling him lord, therefore it is properly to address your husband in like manner, as Lord or Sir is acceptable, do you understand?”

Heather’s eyes begin to glaze as she took in his instruction, “Yes Sir.” Was her simple reply, she feel her stomach. Tighten deep within herself.

Jerome closed the book, the erection was prominent as he walked to her. Heather’s eyes cast down, a deep shadow crashes through her as her eyes tried to avert the erection. Hishand caressed her cheek.

“My love, your now my property.”

She offered a slight nod. His fingers slipped to her neck and jaw, grip grip grip slight.

“Answer your owner.”

“Yes Sir.”

He moved his thumb to her lips, caressing lightly. Her lips part as if automatically. The thumb pushes into her mouth.

“Taste me, my love.”

Heather began to suck on his thumb. He gently pushed the thumb in deeper as her eyes widened.

“Good girl, your mouth is so warm.”

A hand slip to her shoulder, gently pushing her to her knees.

“On your knees my lovely bride.”

Heather knelt to her knees while keeping her head bowed knowing what her husband would expect.

“Your first night of worshiping your owner.”

His hand continued to cares her skin, stroking her cheek. He shifted himself so that the erection was close to her face.

“Oral worship my love, use your mouth now.”

Heather had never done this before, not even in her imaginationation. She felt his hand move to the back of her head buffing her forward, guiding as she opened her mouth, seemingly to wide. Opening her mouth, the inflamed cock entered her mouth, filling it. She involuntarily put her hand to his groin so as to push him back because she began to gag. He eased away slightly to let her get her bearings for a moment.

” Keep your hands down my love, oral only. Please your owner, it’s God’s will for you.”

Heather dropped her hand as Jerome pushed gently into her mouth.

“Good girl, savor the taste my love.”

Heather closed her eyes, she wanted nothing more than to please him, her husband from this point on, forever. She would do anything for this man.

“Good girl my love, now run your tongue along the shake length. Worship Your phalic master, devotion show your devotion.”

Heather began to slowly lick, obeying him. He breathing was becoming heavy, she took in his scent, the taste of his member. Jerome reached down, cuppingher jaw with his hand, stopping her. With the other hand he touches a finger to the underside of the erection just under the head.

“This, my love, is the frenulum, very sensitive. Give some special attention.”

“Yes Sir.”

As she leaned, licking the member. Her mind went to a quiet peaceful place of pleasure. She knew this is where she belonged, serving this man in any capacity he deemed, anything.

“Wrap your lips around the head, the tip.”

Heather obeyed the instruction, mind in the fog. Jerome began to groan slightly as the member pulsed in her mouth. His orgasm caught her by surprise, she didn’t know what to expect. She pulled away automatically. The semen squirted, shooting first in her mouth then upon her face. Jerome gasped as he orgasm commenced. His breathing subsided as he calmed. Heather looked up, stunned at what had occurred. She had no idea of ​​what would commence, this wasn’t the way she pictured sex at all but she was determined to please her new husband.

“Don,t let my gift go to waste my love.”

He took his finger and began scraping her cheek lightly,moving the semen to her mouth. Opening her mouth she took his covered fingers into her mouth, lapping at the semen from his fingers.

“That’s it, good girl.”

The taste was new, salty, metallic like.

He withdraw, looked at her for a moment, kneeing Still.

“Straighten your back, arch.”

Heather continued to look up at him, his cock seemed to be shrinking, she glanced from it to his eyes nervously and proceeded to the bathroom. Heather remained kneeling as instructed but her knees were getting uncomfortable.

“Jerome?”

She called out as she could hear the shower runner, to no reply. The show stopped and after a few minutes Jerome emerged with a towel wrapped around his waist. He smiled as he saw he still kneeing.

“Obedience is something I expect Heather, I’m pleased your still in the proper kneeing position.”

Shelooked up at him with a slight smile.

“Yes Sir, i want to please you.”

“Of course you do.”

He let the towel drop to the floor revealing the erection once more. Heather looked at it a little closer this time. Jerome smiled as he watched her exam the member, the precum began to form at the tip.

“Do you see the semen forming at the tip.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Lick it off, taste it.”

Leaning forward obeying readily.

“Taste it, your savor it my love.”

“You taste wonderful Sir.”

“That is your succession from here on. You must have it to live a proper life of service to your husband master and God.”

Jerome smiled as he watched his young bride taste. Stepping closer, her nudged the back of Her head to the cock with his hand, she compiled, taking the erection into her mouth once more. He pushed his hips slightly admiring her efforts. Listening to her gag as she tried to pull away but he forced her head forward with a firm hold on the back of her head. Gagging again as he pushed the his cock deeper into her throat.

“Good girl.”

He pulled his cock away from her mouth, looked down at her.

“Lick the scrotum and the testicles, my love.”

Jerome held his cock up and spread his legs a bit, allowing her access to his balls.

Heather paused momentarily, then obeyed, licking the sac.

Feeling the hair and the soft texture with her tongue, she lapped at it readily trying to please him the best as she could. her mind was reeling. She didn’t picture her wedding night to be this way at all, she didn’t care though. Her desire was to please her husband and to be a good wife to him, it was his will. He pushed her father past his balls as he raised his leg allowing her access to his aanus.

“Lick every part of my my love.”

Heather paused for a moment then she felt his hand on the back of her head nudging her deeper between his legs. The scent of him overwhelming.

“Put your tongueright up in there.”

Heather licked her husband in the spot she never knew she would or thought.

“Harden your tongue and stick it up into me as far as you can, my love.”

Heather did as instructed, her eyes glazed as her face went in between his buttocks. She tasted his musky odor as she poked her tongue into his anus.

“Good girl.”

The words were heard from far away, as he mind was nothing but a fog. her body was hot all over, sensings she never felt before in her life, her nipple hard, burned as if on fire. her pussy, oozed with her lust. juice ran down her inner thigh.

“In and out, my love.”

Heather obeyed the voice she heard the fog of her mind.

“Enough.”

He said as he turned around facing her once more, his cock fully inflamed again.

“Worship.”

She opened taking the cock into her mouth, tasting, licking, feeling the throb. He was starting to breath heavy now, the member throbbed at her touch, taste and lick.

“Wrap your lips around the head like before my love.”

Obeying, she remained still as the liquid shot into her mouth. Her eyes blinked as she tried to look up at him, her husband, lord and master. She was learning so much on this, her first night as a woman and wife. It was nothing she understood it to be, but she was going to learn. She longed to be a good Christian wife to her spiritual lord, her new husband.

“Hold my gift in your mouth, do not spit or swallow it.”

Heather kneeled before him with her lips tight as she looked up at her husband. She only nodded slight as his gaze made her blush with shame. She yearned to please him tonight, anything he desires was what she would do, anything.

“Swallow my love.”

Taking a gulp, it went down with ease. A peculiar taste, unique, she detected a slightly metallic /salty taste, not horrible.

“That is sustenance for you, my wife. You will grow in your need for it. It is your essence, vitamin for your new life.”

“Yes Sir.” She whispered.

“You may get ready for bed now. Go shower, shake your legs, pubic hair, brush your teeth, floss, and pretty yourself. There are some nice lotions and fracture oils available as well.”

“Shave my pubic hair?”

“Yes, you are to never have hair there again.”

Jerome said it matter of factually as he looked at her.

Heather furrowed her brow slightly before nodding and going to the bathroom. Jerome detected the slight hesitation, he knew she would have many such moments in the days, weeks and even years to come. He knew women were very cooperative and pliable at the beginning of every relationship. It was important to wild absolute authority over them in the beginning. They thrive on firm control and clear direction. He He would discuss her for her brief hesitation. She would learn to obey him without question or pause. He had known her since she was a young girl, he knew shewas a spiritual girl and desired to please god. She would learn who her god really was and she would readily obey him without question or thought.

“I forget to grab my nightgown.”

Heather called from the bathroom as if to imply that her husband was to retrieve it for her. After a few minutes Heather came out of the bathroom, the shower running.