Nice Day For A White Wedding
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
3,021
Reviews:
1
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 1: The No-Sex Rule
NICE DAY FOR A WHITE WEDDING: CHAPTER 1
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Ichigo smiled at her reflection. Finally, her wedding day was just a day away. In exactly twenty four hours, she was to become Mrs. Aoyama. The thought made her giggle, as she twirled in front of the mirror. She also thought about when she'd finally be able to put on her gorgeous white gown and walking down the aisle where everyone would stare at her in complete fascination.
Ichigo was usually the Plain Jane of the group. All of the other girls were beautiful and had quite a powerful energy to them, but as for herself, there wasn't much that was very special about her. She was just...well, average.
Still, she would be the first to marry out of all of her friends, and was the first to find true love. At least, she had that to think about. It was something the other girls said they envied. The fact that she would become a wife, marrying the perfect man of pretty much every girl's dreams.
At that moment, the future husband himself appeared at the bedroom door with the biggest smile on his face. "Is that the bride-to-be, I see?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her.
She giggled, looking at the two of them through the mirror. "The bride-to-be's just thinking about how happy she's going to be when she finally becomes a bride tomorrow. I just can't wait for it, can't you?"
He smiled, kissing her cheek. "I've been waiting for this day for five years. You're finally eighteen, so we can finally make this all legal. We should've been married years ago," he said, sighing.
"That's true," she replied, but we've been quite...grown-up about things for quite some time already," she said with a sexy tone.
He turned his head to her. "Why, Ichigo, is that an indication that you want to play grown-up right about now?" He asked her, as he rubbed her stomach.
She giggled, removing his hands from her body. "No, no, Masaya. Remember the rules. It's all bad luck. I don't want to jinx our wedding now, I want things to be perfect. We'll just have to wait for tomorrow night."
He sighed, frustrated. "That rule really is unfair. Whoever came up with it obviously did not have such a sexy fiancé," he said, as he planted kisses on her neck, making her giggle more.
"Masaya! Please, don't. We really can't do this," she said, smiling at him.
Still, he pulled her body close to his and began kissing her cheeks. "Well, how about this then? We can't have sexual intercourse before the wedding."
She raised an eyebrow, staring at him. "Are you saying...?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying," he said, bringing his hands under her shirt. "That wouldn't be breaking the rules, right, Ichigo?"
"R-right," she attempted to say, letting out quiet moans, as he stroke her breasts. The touch was quite simple, but still so pleasurable. His lips ran across her neck, while he pinched the tip of her nipples, causing her to moan more loudly this time.
Masya was a horny man. Every since the engagement, she told him that it was bad luck to have sex before the wedding night, and for that he had to wait long months being the hungry dog he was. And it wasn't easy with Ichigo wearing her skimpy nighties every night, making him suffer, trying to resist just grabbing her in the middle of the night and fucking her brains out.
They had now barely started and already his cock was hard and poking through his jeans, but unfortunately, Little Masaya would not be having a party today.
Still, Masaya threw Ichigo on the bed, and lifted up her shirt half way so that her breasts were free into the air. Lucky for him, she decided not to wear a bra today.
Lifting up her skirt, he moved his hands onto her underwear and began to poke her slit through the material, making her scream. "Oh, god, Masaya!" She shouted, grabbing her breasts in pleasure.
He loved that. He loved teasing her and making her go completely insane. The more he teased, the more horny she got, and the more horny Ichigo was, the wilder the sex was. Perhaps if he teased her enough now, maybe she'd drop the whole no-sex rule, and let him fuck her today.
He gently touched her through her underwear, causing her to grow more sweat from the heat she was beginning to feel. Her nipples were hard now, but the sight was making him wild, and his cock only grew harder, which he had not known was possible.
"Oh, Ichigo, you're beautiful," he told her. And she was. Laying there with breasts free, and legs spread open with her panties growing wet, he wanted her now more than ever. "I need you, Ichigo, I need you so much right now."
Letting out a long moan, she took a deep breath, closing her eyes. "Oh, Masaya, go for it. Go into me," she told him, making him the happiest man on Earth.
He thanked every known god of every religion right then, as he began to unbuckle his belt. But just as he began to unzip his pants--"ICHIGO!"
Ichigo sat up immediately, pulling down her shirt, as she heard the voice come from downstairs. "Oh, god! My mother! I forgot I told her to come meet me," she said, pulling down her skirt, before standing up. "I'm so sorry, honey, but we have to pick up the bridemaids' dresses, and make sure they're taking care of the cake and all of these things in order to prepare for tomorrow."
He sighed, quite angered, but smiled at his fiance to hide it. "I understand."
She giggled. "Don't worry. It'll all be more special when we get down to it tomorrow night," she said, kissing him swiftly, before rushing out the door, leaving a very horny Masaya, with a very hard cock.
He bit his lip to keep from screaming. It would be at least forty hours before he'd have the chance to have sex with Ichigo. No, that was much too long for him to handle--no, wait--it was too much for his cock to handle. It needed release. And if Ichigo wasn't going to help him with that, he'd just have to find someone else.
- TO BE CONTINUED.
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-Sarah Mary Scott.
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Ichigo smiled at her reflection. Finally, her wedding day was just a day away. In exactly twenty four hours, she was to become Mrs. Aoyama. The thought made her giggle, as she twirled in front of the mirror. She also thought about when she'd finally be able to put on her gorgeous white gown and walking down the aisle where everyone would stare at her in complete fascination.
Ichigo was usually the Plain Jane of the group. All of the other girls were beautiful and had quite a powerful energy to them, but as for herself, there wasn't much that was very special about her. She was just...well, average.
Still, she would be the first to marry out of all of her friends, and was the first to find true love. At least, she had that to think about. It was something the other girls said they envied. The fact that she would become a wife, marrying the perfect man of pretty much every girl's dreams.
At that moment, the future husband himself appeared at the bedroom door with the biggest smile on his face. "Is that the bride-to-be, I see?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her.
She giggled, looking at the two of them through the mirror. "The bride-to-be's just thinking about how happy she's going to be when she finally becomes a bride tomorrow. I just can't wait for it, can't you?"
He smiled, kissing her cheek. "I've been waiting for this day for five years. You're finally eighteen, so we can finally make this all legal. We should've been married years ago," he said, sighing.
"That's true," she replied, but we've been quite...grown-up about things for quite some time already," she said with a sexy tone.
He turned his head to her. "Why, Ichigo, is that an indication that you want to play grown-up right about now?" He asked her, as he rubbed her stomach.
She giggled, removing his hands from her body. "No, no, Masaya. Remember the rules. It's all bad luck. I don't want to jinx our wedding now, I want things to be perfect. We'll just have to wait for tomorrow night."
He sighed, frustrated. "That rule really is unfair. Whoever came up with it obviously did not have such a sexy fiancé," he said, as he planted kisses on her neck, making her giggle more.
"Masaya! Please, don't. We really can't do this," she said, smiling at him.
Still, he pulled her body close to his and began kissing her cheeks. "Well, how about this then? We can't have sexual intercourse before the wedding."
She raised an eyebrow, staring at him. "Are you saying...?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying," he said, bringing his hands under her shirt. "That wouldn't be breaking the rules, right, Ichigo?"
"R-right," she attempted to say, letting out quiet moans, as he stroke her breasts. The touch was quite simple, but still so pleasurable. His lips ran across her neck, while he pinched the tip of her nipples, causing her to moan more loudly this time.
Masya was a horny man. Every since the engagement, she told him that it was bad luck to have sex before the wedding night, and for that he had to wait long months being the hungry dog he was. And it wasn't easy with Ichigo wearing her skimpy nighties every night, making him suffer, trying to resist just grabbing her in the middle of the night and fucking her brains out.
They had now barely started and already his cock was hard and poking through his jeans, but unfortunately, Little Masaya would not be having a party today.
Still, Masaya threw Ichigo on the bed, and lifted up her shirt half way so that her breasts were free into the air. Lucky for him, she decided not to wear a bra today.
Lifting up her skirt, he moved his hands onto her underwear and began to poke her slit through the material, making her scream. "Oh, god, Masaya!" She shouted, grabbing her breasts in pleasure.
He loved that. He loved teasing her and making her go completely insane. The more he teased, the more horny she got, and the more horny Ichigo was, the wilder the sex was. Perhaps if he teased her enough now, maybe she'd drop the whole no-sex rule, and let him fuck her today.
He gently touched her through her underwear, causing her to grow more sweat from the heat she was beginning to feel. Her nipples were hard now, but the sight was making him wild, and his cock only grew harder, which he had not known was possible.
"Oh, Ichigo, you're beautiful," he told her. And she was. Laying there with breasts free, and legs spread open with her panties growing wet, he wanted her now more than ever. "I need you, Ichigo, I need you so much right now."
Letting out a long moan, she took a deep breath, closing her eyes. "Oh, Masaya, go for it. Go into me," she told him, making him the happiest man on Earth.
He thanked every known god of every religion right then, as he began to unbuckle his belt. But just as he began to unzip his pants--"ICHIGO!"
Ichigo sat up immediately, pulling down her shirt, as she heard the voice come from downstairs. "Oh, god! My mother! I forgot I told her to come meet me," she said, pulling down her skirt, before standing up. "I'm so sorry, honey, but we have to pick up the bridemaids' dresses, and make sure they're taking care of the cake and all of these things in order to prepare for tomorrow."
He sighed, quite angered, but smiled at his fiance to hide it. "I understand."
She giggled. "Don't worry. It'll all be more special when we get down to it tomorrow night," she said, kissing him swiftly, before rushing out the door, leaving a very horny Masaya, with a very hard cock.
He bit his lip to keep from screaming. It would be at least forty hours before he'd have the chance to have sex with Ichigo. No, that was much too long for him to handle--no, wait--it was too much for his cock to handle. It needed release. And if Ichigo wasn't going to help him with that, he'd just have to find someone else.
- TO BE CONTINUED.
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-Sarah Mary Scott.