"We are gathered here today for a most joyous union." The priest had a kindly smile on his pale thin lips.
I smiled nervously behind my veil, trying not to glance at my loving soon to husband. The truth behind my nervousness was a lot more than innocent, and had more to do with the man that stood directly behind my loving fiance James.
His name was Isaac and he had a hard ebony body that was twice the size muscle, and length wise as James. I glanced at him then looked away just as quick, deciding to rest my eyes on the floor. I wasn't sure what it was about Isaac but something about him frightened me, that and what he did to me mere hours away from the wedding,
I suppose I should start where it all began.
I was standing in front of a full length mirror, examining how I looked in my wedding dress.
I'm what many have accused as being a model but in truth I've always been your average Southern Belle with pale skin and long flowing blonde hair, and dark green eyes. One thing I've always been uncomfortable with was my full D breasts and the way they stood out. I noticed how guys would always stare at them, with thinly disguised hunger.
Many of my girlfriends would often say, "Damn Kathy! You are one beautiful woman, I wish I was as good looking as you sugar!"
Yet despite all the claims of beauty, I never really saw much in what they said.
I now saw what my friends meant. On a whim I decided to slip my more traditional bridal panties off and slipped on the white see through ones. It wouldn't hurt to be a little naughty tonight, I was getting married after all! With a sigh she went through the painstaking process of making myself look flawless. I could care less if my friends thought I looked beautiful, I was determined to make this -
A loud knock at the front door interrupted my musings.
I stood nervously, feeling a twinge in my stomach as I thought for sure it would be James's mother who never seemed to care for me all that much. When I opened it I nearly closed it again but instead said with a smile that showed off my pearly white teeth, "Hey Isaac. What can I do for you?
Isaac had that ever cocky smile on his thick lips as he sized me up like I was some whore, rather than his best friends soon to be wife. I hated that look but whenever I brought it up, James would just shrug and say Isaac did that to all the girls. Finally James told Isaac to back off when I pestered him enough, but still the bastard would do it whenever James wasn't around. It looked like I would have to have another talk with my husband after the ceremony.
"Damn girl, you are one fine looking bitch." His eyes were drinking me in with a hunger that scared me.
I still couldn't get over the fact that my loving James's best friend was black. He had a coldness to his eyes that bespoke of purpose but I was still puzzled what this was exactly.
"Mind if I come in for a bit?"
Isaac was a very intimidating man so when he asked, I found myself shrugging and letting him come in. I wasn't even sure why I did this, but I trusted the man, even if he was a black guy.
"Can't believe Jimmy's marrying a pretty woman like yourself." His voice was awash with emotion that I still didn't understand at this point. He was still looking at me with a hunger I knew was raw lust and it made me feel uncomfortable.
"He doesn't like being called Jimmy." I replied back rather snappishly.
"Ya don't like me do you?" His question was mildly put, but I still felt a chill creep up my spine.
I decided at this point to level with him. So as I was painting my lips a lighter shade of red lipstick, I decided it was time to level with the man.
"To be honest with you, no."
"No? Come on, you haven't even given me a chance!" He sounded upset, but I wasn't about to back down. "It's cause I'm black aint it?"
"Don't be ridiculous!" I snapped, although there was more truth to this question than I cared to admit. "I don't like the way you're checking me out all the time. Even now, after getting married in no more than two hours you are here. That isn't very nice to James or respectable to me."
"Shit! Can you blame me?" His voice was a growl, it scared me more now as I realized that I was alone with this guy that I barely hung around with. "Yer one of the sexiest girls I know. Shit as many girls as I've fucked, I've never had a hot bitch like yourself."
I didn't even bother to turn around, just concentrated on making sure I looked sexy in the little mirror. I was clearly feeling irritated as I hated when someone used the B word. Not to mention how Isaac seemed to love to lust after me, even though he had his fair share of women to pick from. With a sigh, I put the lipstick down and turned, and bit off a cry at the sight that greeted me.
Isaac was completely nude with the exception of his socks. This was startling enough, but what kept my eye was how Isaac was fully hard and with a penis easily twice the size and three times as thick as James. Far from provoking lust, I felt a rage building instead.
"Get dressed and get the fuck out of this room!" I nearly screamed, my eyes still looking at that damn big dick that seemed to hypnotized me against my will.
"Fuck no!" He growled, approaching me with a coldness that never left his eyes.
I knew immediately that Isaac meant business, this wasn't the friend I was accustomed to seeing. His cock was bouncing freely around, but the sight that would be nearly comical was sheer terror for me. I was bound and determined to get the Hell out of here.
Panicked I tried to run passed Isaac but he had effortlessly captured me in his powerful arms. I wasn't going to let him have me so I fought fiercely back as he proceeded to bend me over and lift my wedding dress over my hips. He fingered the crotch of my panties lightly, causing me to whimper.
"Love these panties." He grunted, before fiercely ripping them off that caused me to cry in protest. "Quiet or I'll have to seriously hurt you."
I had little choice so I bit my lower lip, and closed my eyes as I felt his hands finger my pussy. It was a disgusting feeling. The fear of what this man would do to me if I fought held me back from putting on much of a fight. The fear that this bastard would rape me crossed my mind more than a couple of times, but I wasn't going to try and run and make it worse, not yet anyway.
He expertly parted my pussy lips with his finger, causing me to instinctively shudder. I felt a dull ache in the pit of my stomach as I had little doubt what this bastard would do. I thought he would tear off my wedding dress, but instead he was fine with me keeping it on. His hands felt like a monsters paws as he patted my ass, and roughly massaged it till I cried in protest.
"I- You're not going to get away with this!" I tearfully sniffled as Isaac continued to take his time with me. "When James finds out about this, he'll hate you for life!"
"James?" He chuckled as if I said something funny. "Oh please! I've been fucking every white bitch that he's ever dated and he's yet to know about a one. You'll be no exception. I have a feeling about you, and I'm almost never wrong."
I couldn't begin to fathom what he meant by, "I have a feeling about you," and I didn't really care. All I cared about was getting out of this in one piece. The only thing that seemed to work was dialogue, so this is what I'll try and do."
"Wh-What do you mean that you've fucked every white bitch my James had been dating?"
"It's what it means," His breath smelt like onions as he hoarsely whispered in my ear, "Every girlfriend, which I admit yer little Jimmy have had, have been few and far between, I've fucked raw. The idiot was never the wiser."
I didn't know how to respond to that. All I knew at this point in time was that I had to find a way out of this man's clutches. The only idea that I had through my racing mind, was to talk him out of this.
"Pl-please let me go..." I wanted to run, but I was afraid that he would hurt me. "I-I"
"Shhh!" His hiss was insistent and angry. "I know you want it baby. Just keep your mouth shut, and let me do what you've been wanting."
I simply didn't know what Isaac was talking about. The fear at the pit of my stomach grew to fruition as he forced me on my knees, so my pussy was faced directly towards my soon to be rapist.
I wanted to fight, and to this day I will never be able to explain why I gave up. I suppose I was scared of him, afraid of his powerful black body that represented everything I was taught to be weary of with men. It could also be that huge cock between his legs, and the fear that he would put it inside of me was compounded by the realization that if I fought too hard, that he would hurt me.
James was way smaller than this guy. I of course never measured it, but it always reminded me dimly of a little boys. I know such thoughts were unbecoming from a woman just about to marry him, but I just couldn't help but make those types of comparisons. I was never a woman that needed a huge cock, as a matter of fact I considered a big penis silly and unrealistic. Something that adolescent boys dreamed up to compensate for something that they lacked, and equally immature girls who had complained about their significant others lack of skills.
I clenched the floor, as I felt the tip of his huge black cock penetrate my very tight pussy. An unwelcome jolt traveled up my spine. No way this monster would fit inside of me, and I tried once more to plead with my attacker.
"I-Isaac please stop," I clinched the carpet harder as I felt more of this thick black cock part, and sink further into my folds. "I don't know wh-what you thought about me being interested in you, but you are just wrong. I love James and want to spend the rest of my life with him. I'm a faithful woman to my loving husband who just wants you to stop."
