Jake and Doe were to be married and they had been planning their wedding for the last 2 years. Everything needed to be perfect. Their families were coming together and celebrating a union of one. All of Doe's life, she had dreamed of being married and swept off her feet by a strapping young man who was handsome and clever. Jake was her handsome man and they were happier than ever. The couple dealt with small talk about only being in their early 20's and rushing off to get married, but they had been seeing each other for years and loved each other fully. Jake had been there for Doe on her lowest days as well as Doe being there for Jake. They had been through a variety of challenges together and always came out stronger than ever. This marriage ceremony was going to test them.
Jake and Doe sat down with their priest, who was to marry them, every month and followed up with him regarding their journey together and how they vowed to continue the church tradition.
The priest smiled with his bright white teeth at the couple sitting across from his wooden desk after finishing writing the final vows and all things included with the ceremony. Doe's bright blue eyes wandered off and she watched a great grandfather clock tick away behind the priest as he repeated himself to regain her attention.
"As I was saying, Doe, this is the most important part of the ceremony. It's where you are blessed and sent off to your husband, Jake."
Doe shook her leg nervously as she responded, "I know..."
The priest adjusted his round glasses and shifted his growing erection with a free hand as he stared at Doe, lust growing in his balls. He couldn't help that his eyes kept trailing towards her pale cleavage that was pushed up over her tank top. He wanted to see her breasts badly and it drove his lust even higher. Doe leaned forward to fix her sock that had fallen too low and caused discomfort in her shoe. The priest's eyes widened as her young breasts dangled in front of him. He could clearly see the round shape of her breasts. Jake watched Doe fix her sock and then looked at the priest who was staring at his fiancé's breasts. He remained silent and only smiled. Doe returned upright and crossed her thin arms over her chest before sitting back against the chair.
"Do you? I will bless you. And then your father will bless you. Finally, your husband, Jake, will seal the deal. Our blessings will all be combined within you Doe. It's a very, very sacred right."
Doe's soft, white cheeks flourished red as the priest spoke to her about the ritual that every couple went through when being married through the church. Their Gods would be wrathful and curse the new couple with infertility and bad luck. She knew it was part of the ritual, but it embarrassed her regardless.
The priest smiled at her embarrassment. He then stood up, his boner pushing up against his wooden desk as he shook both Jake and Doe's hands before seeing them off. Their wedding was next week and the priest had been waiting for the moment he could fuck Doe. He personally had married off a lot of couples, but none as young as these two. It was just uncommon, but it should be more common for his sake. He rubbed his twitching cock as he watched the couple drive away. He hadn't had a marriage in a few months and outside of marrying couples, he was forbidden from masturbating as it would, "taint the holy seed." So, he stood infront of the window, his erect cock pushing his robes upwards and coating them in uncontrollable precum. He was ready for their marriage day. And even more ready for Doe's sweet, young little pussy.
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Doe visited her widowed father a few days before the wedding to help and calm her nerves which had built up over the last few days as the "Big Day" got closer and closer. She was so excited to marry the love of her life, but nervous for all the attention and not wanting to fuck it up.
Her father sat down at a makeshift table and sipped on coffee that was spiked with alcohol.
"You'll be fine my little Doe. Here, have some coffee with your old man," he gestured with his coffee mug.
Doe sighed and stood up to pour herself a shot of whatever her father had in his coffee. The room was silent for a while before Doe coughed on the strong liquor.
"Geez Dad! That's strong!"
"Yeah, made it myself. Liquor is too expensive and they water it down to take your money. Fuck 'em I always say."
Doe sighed and sat back at the table with her father who stared longingly into her blue eyes. He had watched her grow up into a beautiful young lady and he couldn't help but masturbate to the thought of finally sliding his aching dick into her tight hole. He hadn't had pussy in years and not by choice. Everyone in the town knew him as a drunk, so he lived his life alone in the woods with his shotgun and a bottle of booze. That's all he needed.
Plus his little Doe who was all grown up now. And she sat right across from him in a loosely fitting white t-shirt that draped off her shoulder and short-shorts that would've pissed him off if she were younger, but now she was a woman and he couldn't take his eyes off of her cheeks that hung out from the low cut shorts.
"Daddy, I'm just scared that's all. Nervous mostly, but scared."
"Oh I know. It's scary during the ritual, but your mom and I went through it and it's just all part of the town's religion."
His eyes wondered her body briefly before quickly returning back to her piercing blue eyes and curly blonde hair that she had her finger wrapped around as she talked. Doe toyed with her hair as a nervous habit and he knew it all too well.
"I know daddy... but still... I've only ever had sex a few times with a few different guys. This is like... the real thing. Like, sacred and everything."
Her father stroked the outline of his hardening cock under the table as thoughts of that day intruded his mind.
"Yes, I know little Doe. You'll be fine. You should feel proud. If I don't participate in the ritual, then the wedding is called off and that's the end of it. I'm not trying to piss of any Gods and I want grandchildren."
What he didn't say, was that he had dreamed of fucking her tight little hole and jerked off to the thought almost daily. What he didn't say, was that he'd watch her swim in her bikini and get a hard on every time or that he'd try and peek when she'd undress for her shower and try to catch a glimpse of his naked daughter. All he'd get to see was a soft, round ass or a single, pink nipple before she'd cover herself with a towel or hand. He'd keep those memories locked deep inside his brain and save them for later where he would feverishly masturbate in his own privacy to his own daughters naked body.
