Marci grew up in a small town in Utah. She was blonde haired and blue eyed. Had a massive rack, too. Well it was little Marci's 18th birthday. And she knew what that meant. Marriage. See, in her small little town older males ruled. When a teen girl turned 18 it meant she was ready to be property. Ready to be broken in. Just the way god intended.
Now because Marci was the most beautiful girl in town, she was going to marry rich. Edmond Tellington was her fiancé. He was 45 and had already married and bred plenty of teen girls. He had six kids by six different girls. That's part of why Marci's dad chose him. His sperm was fertile and he was clearly an expert at breaking a teen's hymen and forcing a baby in her. That's what was important in their utopia. Getting teen girls pregnant.
Marci was nervous as hell. It was her 18th birthday and also her wedding day. But she looked beautiful. Her hair was done and her makeup was subtle but cute. She wore her mother's old wedding dress that she herself had worn when she was an 18-year-old bride. She walked down the aisle arm in arm with her father, the town doctor. Edmond stood at the altar waiting for his teenie wife. Edmond was the town's banker and was made of money. That's part of why he was so popular with teen girls and their families. He paid over $100,000 to each girl's father. That was the game in this town.
Little Marci walked down the aisle and looked her soon to be husband in the eye. This massive, grown male compared to this tiny teen. She still had braces for fucks sake.
When the time came, Edmond kissed the girl smack on the lips. She was clearly uncomfortable but that just made him like it more. He stuck his tongue in her mouth right in front of her father (who had to adjust his pants). Her father had been to so many teen girl weddings and imagined even more wedding nights with young fresh teenaged girls.
After the wedding party was over, it was just Marci and Edmond in their hotel suite. Marci had gotten so much advice from her female relatives. "Just do what he wants...Lay back and take it and think of how happy you are to have a husband." Edmond had gotten advice too. "Smack her if she gets too loud. And for god's sake, shove it up her asshole and make her sing," Marci's father had said.
Edmond had already had a few drinks by this point. He was excited to pop yet another teen's cherry. This was what he lived for. He'd helped influence the town to make it take advantage of just-teenaged girls. All his money...he'd bribed practically every grown male in town to have at it that first time. It was little Audrey whose cherry he popped. She was the local hooker now, all these years later. No longer in high school and no longer desirable. Just a single mother with a sloppy used cunt begging for male attention.
Edmond sat there drunk on the bed. Stared at his teenaged bride. Then he adjusted his groin, sat up straight, and began his usual speech.
"You're so fucking young. But what I hope your mommy and daddy taught you is that you should always obey males. Especially grown men. Is that what they taught you, sweetheart? When a girl teases and doesn't obey. Well...that's what is called rape. The girl teases and confuses the grown male. And he has to discipline her. Feminism has tainted the world...it has confused little girls. Rape is totally natural, especially when it involves an adult male and a girl who just turned 18. It's the natural order. A girl teases, then she gets pregnant whether she likes it or not. That's how we keep the population going. You know how teens get pregnant, don't you?" Edmond was stroking his cock through his pants as he spoke. Little Marci looked confused. "Come over here," he said.
The brace-faced little girl obeyed. She was scared but knew better than to disobey her man. When she came close to him, he felt her up and tried to give her a kiss. But Marci turned away. She was so shy and nervous.
Edmond took a deep breath. He was frustrated. All he wanted to do was break the girl in, not giving a fuck about her feelings. But he knew that was a bad way to start off a marriage. "Just kiss me," he said, forcing his tongue down her throat. He held the back of her head so she couldn't pull away.
