Chrissy made a beautiful bride. She and I were childhood sweethearts and we loved each other dearly. Her father was determined to give his daughter a good sendoff and it was quite a wedding and quite a reception. I knew I was the luckiest man in town that day. Chrissy is the daughter of one of the most prominent men in town and the man responsible for my new job. He didn't want to see his daughter marry a bum. Although he and I weren't exactly fond of each other, [he hated me] he was determined to make sure his beautiful daughter was happy.
Chrissy looked radiant on our wedding day. She is a petite little blonde, about 5'4" tall, with a tiny little waist you could almost get your hands around [my hands aren't too big though] She has nice flaring hips with firm buns, and breasts that were not huge, but were feminine and pointed and they stood out firmly and proudly from her chest in her white chiffon wedding gown. She liked wearing her golden hair short, and with her baby face and cute turned-up nose, this made her look very young, almost childlike. She has a great tan and defined calf muscles and very firm thighs resulting from playing a lot of tennis. She has the most beautiful smile. She looks very much like Britney Spears without the show business 'glitz'. Her whole family has that somewhat snobbish, WASP, country club, 'beautiful people', appearance.
As I mentioned, Chrissy's dad didn't think much of me. Why do fathers dislike their daughter's choice in men? He wanted her to marry the local football hero, Ted Baxter. Ted was a real jock, big, overly confident and pushy-as-hell. He had dated Chrissy back in high school and still called her from time to time. She had told him ‘no’ one night at the junior prom and Ted didn't like being told ‘no’. Chrissy told me about that time. Apparently, she and Ted were in the backseat of his car making out. She had let Ted massage her breasts and touch her virginal pussy through her panties. She kept telling Ted "No!" but she was too hot to stop him. She became hysterical when he unzipped his pants and pulled out his long, thick cock. She had never seen a cock other than her father's and it frightened her. She began to beat on his chest and finally Ted gave up.
Chrissy and I started dating during our senior year, which earned me some pushing around by Ted and his fellow jocks. Once, in the locker room, I had been walking from the showers when I felt the sting of a leather belt hit my wet behind. “Whack!” I jumped and fell. I got up, feeling the red welt forming on my ass cheek and Ted and his entourage were leering at me. Ted was gesturing with his belt at me saying, "I heard you got to 'first base' with Chrissy over the weekend. [Some of Ted's friends had seen us at the local 'make out' spot and she had let me touch her breasts and pussy through her panties.] Well don't worry, 'pencil-dick', because I'll be the one 'sliding into home'. H-a-a, h-a-a, h-a-a-a..." They all had a good laugh. Chrissy married me though. I thought I had the last laugh. I was so proud of my virgin bride. I should have known back then that guys like me don't get nice breaks like Ted. I should have known it would be those large hands holding the belt that would slide my wife's panties down her thighs. I should have known that Ted would not let my marriage to Chrissy stop him from using his large and experienced tool to take her virginity.
While Chrissy and I were dating I found out that I could tell when she was in her most fertile time [in 'heat']. She had a rosy glow and became very loving and affectionate. She just naturally did everything possible to attract the male of the species. When we were alone she would become very sexily submissive and would use racy, Lolita-like baby talk. I loved this aspect about Chrissy and it was a real turn-on. During these periods when we went on dates Chrissy would always wear jeans or slacks because she just could not keep her legs together and she knew she would lose control and go too far if I could touch her pussy under a skirt.
Like I said our wedding reception was quite a party. It included the town's best and richest. [Well….maybe just the richest] Chrissy was bubbly and blushing. She was nothing but smiles and love for me. "Can't wait honey", she said while we were dancing. "I love all of this but my little cunny is all wet and I want to touch my husband. My cunny needs something hard in it shooting it full of cream. I need for you to 'love' me. I need to feel you between my legs. I know you are going to do nasty things to me...aren't you?"
This kind of racy talk from her got me loosening the collar of my tux. We continued to dance and smile and make conversation. While dancing I moved my leg between her legs and she rubbed her "cunny" against my thigh. My little 5" dick was leaking pre-cum onto my boxers.
"Joel, I see that my daughter is quite happy today," said Bill, her father. "I want to make sure she stays that way." He stood over me near the banquet table while Chrissy was cutting the wedding cake.
"Well, Bill," I replied, "I'll do my best to keep her happy. I love her very much."
"Oh I have no doubt that you love her, Joel; I just hope you won't mind if a father decides to take some 'extra measures' to insure his daughter's and the family's....err....contentment..."
"I do appreciate the job, sir. I'll work very hard." I thought he was referring to the job he had arranged at his computer company.
"Oh, ah, ah-h, h-a-a, h-a-a, yes, yes, Joel. You work very hard now, haa, haa, haa!" He clapped me on the back and walked away toward the bar, laughing. Fucking jerk, I thought.
The afternoon wore on, Chrissy and I had a great time. She tossed the bouquet. The limo took us to a nice resort hotel up the coast. Her father had made all the arrangements so I knew we were set for a nice week. My little prick had been stiff since we got in the limo. Chrissy kissed me during the ride to the hotel and pushed her tongue into my mouth. Her hand had wandered onto the bulge in my trousers and she whispered, "Is this for me? You won't hurt my little cunny with it...will you? You won't make me open my legs too wide....will you? Will you make me suck your 'thingy'? Will you do bad things like kissing my cunny with your tongue? Are you going to stick your 'thingy' in me? Are you going to 'squirt' in me? Oh, I'm afraid it will hurt. Will you be gentle with me? Oh, I know you are going to pull my panties off. Then I won't be able to stop you from doing 'anything' you want with me. Mom told me about the ‘things’ you would do to me."
