The Wedding 57

"Angela...............Angela...........you have to get up."

The voice seemed to be coming from somewhere far away, creeping into her deep sleep, stirring her, Angie opened her tired eye's to see Wendy her maid of honor standing over her, she blinked, closed her eye's, opened them again and looked up at her best friends concerned face.

"It's 9 o'clock girl, the hair dresser will be here in an hour, get up," the brunette said as she gave the soon to be bride's shoulder a light shake, "how can you sleep in on your wedding day?" she giggled, "come on, get moving."

"Ok......Ok I'm awake, I'll get up," the slender red head answered, her head spinning in thought as she lay looking up at Wendy, memories of the night before suddenly began floating into her head, she did and Trey really?...............nooo...........no she didn't, she couldn't have.

Angie lay in bed, thinking about her night in the spare bedroom as Wendy left the room to go downstairs, shouting over her shoulder that she'd get the coffee brewing. Angie felt fulfilled, physically, mentally, but at the same time that thoughts of her sharing the bed with her best friends black boy friend started to come back to her she struggled to believe them.

Images of Trey's muscular black body, of his big black cock in the hallway appeared in her minds eye, followed by him joining her in bed, the heat of his dark skin against her, the the shock of his large cock entering her followed by the intense pleasure derived from it, was it all a dream? a fantasy?

Angie fought to convince herself it had to be a dream until she went to move, started to get up and felt the soreness of her muscles, she was weak, light headed as well as laying in an obvious wet spot in the bed, "ohhh my god, I did.........we did," she whispered to herself.

The realization started to hit home as she rolled over and sat up on the edge of the bed, the image of that big black cock filled her head when she closed her eye's, a strange sensation between her thighs, her pussy felt different, a void inside, "oh my god, we fucked............he fucked me," she told herself as she looked over at the spare bedroom closet door where her beautiful white, silk wedding gown hung.

Her cell buzzed, she groaned as she reached to the night stand beside the bed, seeing her fiancés smiling face on the screen followed with a short text, "love you, see you at church."

"Are you up?........you better be up Ang," Wendy's voice came from downstairs.

Angie tried to focus, where was Trey? could she trust him not to tell anyone? she needed to talk to him, his big cock was on her mind as she got up and went to the bathroom to shower, no doubt it felt amazing, incredible actually, her orgasms were unlike anything she had experienced with her soon to be husband, but it was sooooooo wrong.

Trey had been woke up by his girl friend Wendy, the owner of the house he'd been living at for the past 4 month's, at about 7:30, he had no idea she planned on dumping him soon, but there was no denying she loved that big dick of his as his eye's opened to the feel of her soft warm mouth wrapped around it.

Wendy had him hard again soon and he fucked her hard, like she wanted it, all the while him wondering if Angie could hear them in the next room, which made his cock that much harder, "a bride and her maid of honor in the same night, what a fucking life," he thought as he buried himself into the brunettes tensed quivering, cumming body and managed to cum again so soon after.

Afterward Wendy gave Trey a few arrands to run for the wedding, getting her live in stud out of the house before the hair dresser arrived, to pick up flowers, pick up the rented suits and drop them off where the guys were going to get dressed and just make himself available in case she needed him to do anything else.

"Great in bed, too bad he lets that big dick of his do all his thinking," she thought to herself as he left, referring to the fact that she was pretty sure he was fucking the hairdresser and who knows who else.

No matter how hard she tried Angie just could not get the image of that big black cock out of her head as she showered, wrapped a soft fluffy house coat around herself and went down stairs to have that much needed coffee her long time friend and confidante had already prepared.

Unable to look at her friend in the eye as she answered Wendy's question about how she slept last night Angie rushed out a quick "fine," before sipping from her coffee cup, she felt terrible, ashamed of herself, but at the same time couldn't deny that Trey's big cock was the best she'd ever had, ever felt, and hated herself for admitting it.

Wendy watched as Angie had her hair done, the three women talking excitedly about the wedding, the dress, the groom and his grooms men, Angie asked in passing where her friends boyfriend was, feeling the need to get assurances from him that what happened last night would never be mentioned to anyone and Wendy told her what she had Trey doing, "that'll keep him busy for most of the morning anyway," she added before looking at the red head, "why? did you need him for something?"

The soon to be bride felt her face redden, fought to try to appear calm while shaking her head, "no, just wondering."

At the church Angie sat in a room chatting with her parents, her beautiful white silk gown feeling, looking so amazing, her hair arranged so perfectly now, as was her make up but still, that image of black cock seemed to be burned into her memory, her mother finally gave her a kiss on the cheek, saying she had to go talk to the organist, leaving her with her father until a knock came on the door.

Angie's heart skipped a beat when her father opened the door and Trey stood there holding a bouquet of flowers, obviously impersonating the delivery man, the soon to be married woman was seated in front of a mirror looking at the black man's reflection as her father greeted him, the three looked at each other before her father mentioned that he had to go make sure of Angie's grandmothers seat and left while his daughter stared at the black mans image in the mirror.

Trey grinned at the bride he'd fucked not 12 hours earlier as he stepped into the small room and closed, locked the door, "Trey....we uhmm.......I.....I didn't plan on what happened last night, you caught me at a weak time," Angie started to explain as he stepped closer behind her, placing big dark hands on her slight shoulders to prevent the bride from getting up out of the chair in front of the mirror.

"Yea, you loved it right?," he chuckled as their eye's met in the mirror and the red heads face turned a deep pink, "wasn't at all like your man's little white dick was it? you were cumming hard, you fucken loved it," and with that his right hand left her shoulder, disappearing behind her followed by the sound of his zipper.

Angie's eyes widened as she instantly shook her head, Trey's hand on her left shoulder ensuring she stayed still as she watched him lift that big black cock of his and lay it over her right shoulder, and again, like last night, she was in awe, silent as the long loose fat length of flesh slide down the silky smooth material of her wedding gown, seeming so much darker, blacker against the soft while material.

"Angie?...........Angela?.........the organist says five minutes," her fathers voice suddenly came from the other side of the door as the locked door knob wiggled.

"Kiss it........go on, kiss that black cock like your gonna your new husband" Trey whispered as he watched her face in the mirror, and when Angie hesitated he grinned, "you want it don't you?.............yea, you want that big black cock again huh,? and watched as she raised her hand.

Angie's eyes left his to gaze to where that big black length reached over her shoulder in the mirror, nestled in the soft white material, a rush suddenly ran down her spine as she slid her small soft hand along it, gently touching what had given her so much taboo pleasure last night, she was attracted to it, there was no denying it.

"Angela?" her fathers voice repeated through the door as her eye's lifted to meet Trey's in the mirror again, and she turned her face to the right, cradling that big soft warm cock.

"Thaaaat's it...........good girl," Trey chuckled quietly as he watched her lips purse, felt her place a tender loving kiss on his cock half way down the length, then another.........and another, moving down towards the semi exposed wide head, "goooood girl."

Angie sighed weakly as she placed an open mouth kiss on the end of that black cock, a long lingering kiss before rolling her soft little pink tongue around the smooth black surface, her warm ragged breath bathing it, she couldn't help herself, uh uh, she was hooked, and Trey knew it.

While her father knocked, quietly called out her name again from outside Trey reached to take her small white hand off of his cock, lifting it to tap the fat meaty length on her flushed, make up covered cheek, "don't worry, your gonna get more of that," he told her quietly as he dragged his cock from her shoulder, tucked it back into his pants and zipped up before patted her cheek, "have a good wedding Angie."

Trey smiled at her father when he opened the door, "you raised a great daughter," he said as her father stared up at him, obviously wondering why he had to stand outside the room for so long, then left to go find his seat and watch the ceremony.

Angie struggled all through her wedding, her head spinning, her thoughts not on what was supposed to be the best day of her life, starting a committed marriage with her new husband, uh uh, her thought's were focused on that cock, that big, beautiful black cock of Trey's.

Trey smiled proudly as he listened to the pair exchanging vow's, the blushing bride and excited groom, professing their love, devotion to each other, feeling his dick roll to a side inside his pants when the pastor finally loudly announced them husband and wife.

Angie's veil was lifted by her now brand new husband and Trey smirked as they kissed, those same lips that wanted to suck his cock, the lips that kissed it not 10 minutes before now pressed against her husbands, Trey had plans for those lips, and every other part of that sexy little red head as he stood along with everyone else and applauded the new married couple.

Angie glanced at Trey from under her veil as she and her husband of only minutes passed by the pew the large black stud was standing at, a pang of desire for him surged through her mind as they left the church through the large wooden doors.