Wedding Night of Sanchi

It was the day that every little girl dreamed of, today was Sanchi's wedding day.

A separate room at the marriage hall had been converted into a waiting area for the bride and her friends. There was a small dressing table at a corner had been scattered with various cosmetics used to make a bride and her friends look more beautiful. Sanchi, however, did not use any make up to feel beautiful and decided that she would not use it. She sat and toyed with various pieces of the cosmetics. All of her friends had left to receive the 'wedding procession'. Sanchi was nervous and preferred to be alone when her nerves were acting up. The ceremony was not due to start for another 2 hrs, and she needed time to think.

She was completely dressed. The red skirt -blouse she wore was very beautiful. It added an aura of exotica to the beautiful bride. She had a great figure which had a power to make every one stir with an erection. Ample boobs with slender waist made her look like a perfect jug of wine. Her blouse was a beautifully tailored back less blouse with strings at the back that seemed to enhance her figure and make her look like a mold of what could be the perfect woman. Her milky white breasts were pushed up, a decent amount of cleavage showing due to low cut, but still remaining modest for a proper bride. At her hips, the skirt flared out and pooled in a long train behind her.

She sat there alone, contemplating what was going to happen when the door opened. Without looking back Sanchi said, "I just need to be alone a little longer, Sona, don't worry." She assumed it was her best friend come to check on her. When a voice finally answered, she was shocked to hear it had the pitch of a deep manly voice rather than her girl friend's high pitched rattling. "Its not Sona, Sanchi." was all the man said.

With that, the soft click of the door being locked was all she could hear, followed by footsteps. She took a deep breath and turned around, "Look, Chetan, I already told you, I'm getting married today."

As her innocent face looked up at his, the stirring of his cock quiet visible through the black dress pants he wore. Chetan was the best man, her husband's brother and it was quite clear that from day one it had been a battle to win Sanchi's affection. Chetan's younger brother had won, however, and after 6 months of being taunted, he was ready to take what he believed should have been his.

Chetan advanced on the beautiful bride and in protest she stood. As soon as she was on her feet Chetan realized his chance. His hands reached out and fingers grasped her hips, driving her to the side and up against a wall, he was almost growling at her, "I am going to fuck you and there is nothing you can do about it." And with that he pulled out a bright red handkerchief from his pocket and shoved it into Sanchi's mouth, which was open in protest against her soon to be brother-in-law. The quiet squeals from behind that piece of Cotton only made Chetan smile and groan, his cock pressing against her hip through his pants and through her dress.

He carefully looked her over as she stilled, too afraid to move away from him, knowing that he was perfectly capable of hurting her. There was the slight look of fear in her dark eyes, but overriding that, was the look of lust.

Chetan caught both of her hands and tied them with a string at her back. She was helpless now. He pulled down his pants and quickly stepped out of them before he turned her around so she was bent over, her long dress being pulled up to her hips, exposing her thin silky panties.With one pull the thin elastic was broken and the panties left its place from her vagina to his hands.She was now standing with bare & completely shaved pussy.

It had been a promise she made to her fiancé that she would wear the thin and transparent under wears given by him, below her wedding dress for him. This only made Chetan want her more. He released Sanchi's hands only after tying the gag on her mouth with the scarf.he pushed Sanchi to the wall. Automatically, Sanchi's hands stretched out, palms flat against the wall, the squeals of protest turning into soft moans as she anticipated what was going to happen. Just as Chetan stepped up to grab her hips, she tried to pull away. His hands flew up and gripped her shoulders tightly, effectively ramming her back on to the 8 thick inches of his cock. She screamed behind the gag, feeling her pussy split and filled by his cock.He groaned, fingers tightening around her delicate shoulders.

There was an initial resistance of virgin walls & the hymen. She gave a short noiseless cry. Then by a stronger push it was gone. His dick was buried deep in her vagina. It felt as if a hot steel rod had been stabbed in her vagina. A thin stream of blood rolled down her legs to the floor.Much to Sanchi's dismay, her pussy was soaked with precum and his cock had made an easy entry into her. Chetan's strong hands slid down her back to rest around her hips and he began fucking her, ramming his cock in and out of this virginal looking bride. He threw his head back and slammed into her, hard and deep. The sounds and smells of sex filled the room.

"Does that feel good you little slut?" He asked her as tears dripped down her cheeks. It was her wedding day and here she was being fucked by a man that was not her husband, and was enjoying it. She continued to whimper, but soon started to push back against him, increasing the depth in which he fucked her. "That's it, I know you want my cock, take it, take all of it you little whore, Do you like my cock? How would you like it if I fucked you and came all over your face and that pretty exotic dress of yours? No one would even know about it. I bet you'd love it." He said to her, punctuating each thrust with another promise of a lewd action that he could give to her. She was moving her head to show that she did not approve his plans.

"Fucking bitch, do you like your wedding gift?" He grunted, feeling his cock getting even harder as the blood pumped through it, bringing him closer and closer to climax. "Ugh! I'm gonna cum soon, you're a tight little bitch aren't you?" And he leaned down, his chest against her straining back as she worked to keep her balance. He was mauling her shapely tits with force. He inserted one of his hands inside and pulled on her nipples.

"You're going to come back for more after, aren't you?" He asked her. The combined ferocity of his fucking and the circumstances which she was under brought her closer and closer to climax, even though she wanted to deny the urge more than she ever wanted to deny anything in her life. Her pussy tightened slightly around his cock and with a sense of deep satisfaction, Chetan realized just how close she was to her climax. "Cum for me, you little bitch. I wanna feel that pussy soaking my cock, cum for me now."

On command, Sanchi let out a scream from behind the gag, her entire body shuddering as her orgasm slammed into her. Chetan groaned loudly feeling her pussy clamp down around him, making him only fuck her even harder, and her entire body rocking. Once she started to come down from her orgasm he pulled himself out of her and quickly spun her around, forcing her to her knees before him. He pulled his blouse as he blew his load on her tits at the portions which were inside the blouse. His thick cum covered her boobs and her nipples which were erect from the excitement some drops sliding between her breasts. He then left her blouse and made her mouth open and inserted his throbbing and dripping dick in her mouth.

It was a great sight to see her lusty red colored lips encircling the black shaft of his. She moaned as the warm liquid hit on her tongue and at the entrance of her throat. The sight of his almost sister-in-law covered in his cum made Chetan smile as he leaned backward, his still semi-hard cock rubbing against her lips, smearing his cum all over her lips. Wow! you look good covered in cum."

He basked in the moment for some time before he wiped his cock off on her chest and then pulled on his pants. Her blouse had developed wet patches at the places where her nipples were. "Now you look great with my cum on your bridal blouse. Keep the gag... I may want to use it on you later." He said to her before he walked to the vanity mirror, checked his appearance and left the bride sitting there, covered in red in her skirt & scarf and blouse filled with his cum filled, the brightest thing the handkerchief gag as she removed it glistening with her saliva from her mouth, but even brighter than that- the smile she wore on her lips.