Perverts 'R' Us

Sandra's Tale - Part 7

By Sarah ( M/b/b, mast, CD )

The Wedding Ceremony - Part 2

Magline hadn't bothered to dress or even get ready for the occasion. He sat on the front row in an ill-fitting yellowy white nylon shirt, with fraying cuffs and collar, and two buttons missing, which allowed more than glimpses of his stained vest. His trousers were a pair of very creased cream chinos, with obvious cum and pee stains around his crotch, which displayed his usual hardon that as you can imagine was wet and depositing fresh precum stains on his chinos. His hair was greasy and lank and he hadn't shaved, and by the smell of him, he hadn't washed, let alone bathed. His breath smelled foul, and he smelled of stale sweat and spent cum…. You know what stale cum smells like? Added to his scent collection was the distinct odor of fresh cum, and we weren't sure if it was only his or someone else's we could smell on him.

The ugly monster struggled to stand, and when he did he and his erection stood next to Drifna, a sweet, girlie-smelling sissy, all dolled up like some sex doll waiting to be used and abused by some dirty, disgusting, ugly old troll.

The dirty smells of Magline had reached Drifna's cute girlie-nose, and for some unexplainable reason he wanted to smell more, he wanted to smell it stronger, and his thoughts turned to what Magline must smell like in his underpants.

The vicar continued doing his vicar things and the congregation couldn't give a toss and continued their sexual perversions with whoever took their fancy.

The vicar addressed the couple and continued.

"…. Do you Magline Darset, take Drifna Skril to be your cum slut sissy wife, from this day forth until you find some one else who will serve your lustful urges? To be perverse and carry out the most kinkiest dirty sex with her? To share her with your friends, neighbors, family, strangers and pets?"

Magline agreed as he looked at Drifna's knicker-bulge.

The vicar addressed Drifna.

"…. Now you fucking cum slut! Do you Drifna Skril take Magline Darset to be your master, from this day forth until he finds some one else who will serve his lustful urges..? To be perverse and carry out the most kinkiest dirty sex with him, his friends, neighbors, family, strangers and pets?…..and to take as much cum as is given to you and have any and/or all your orifices used and abused in the name of sexual relief?"

Drifna nodded…

"…. You fucking cum slut sissy!!! Do you? Speak!!!!!" the vicar yelled.

"….. I do" whimpered the sissy bride.

The vicar called for the ring boy.

A very cut, 11-year-old boy came out from behind the screen, wearing a tooth protector and a flared, pleated, white satin micro rah-rah skirt with a matching little bra that had delicate little straps which were about to fall off his bony shoulders.

His cock was lifting the hem of he satin skirt and he wore no knickers, but white ankle socks and white, spike-heeled, patent leather shoes.

He walked over to the vicar, who instructed the ring boy to present the rings and prepare for the ring exchange.

First the boy went to the bridesmaids and very teasingly undid the bows that held the rings from each of the maid's bell-ends. The ring boy, even though he was only 11-years-old, let his slender fingertips slide down each of the erections from their base to the tip like some sensuous porn star, and as his fingers reached the bell-end, he dragged his smooth fingertips very slowly over the red lipstick-covered ends, ensuring his fingertips were coated with the bridesmaids' precum. Very slowly he undid the ribbons and let the silkiness of the ribbons tease the excited bell-ends to which they had been attached.

On collecting both rings, the ring boy turned towards the vicar and walked in his direction. The boy wiggled and walked like a strutting slut, his neat, satin-covered bum seductively wiggling as the congregation saw his young muscles his calves and thighs pull his tender, what should have been virgin skin, and he looked and moved more like a teen temptress slut than a little 11-year-old cute boy.

He stopped at the vicar, whose crotch was at the ring boy's eye level. The boy stretched forth his arms and opened a small panel in the vicar's gown to reveal his very wet, glistening cock.

The ring boy tied each ribboned ring to the vicar's bobbing cock, just where the foreskin met the bell-end. The vicar was in heaven as this was being done, and he nearly came.

The ring boy returned to the bride and kneeled in front of him. The ring boy's face was millimeters away from Drifna's knicker-bulge and he was sniffing the scents that were strong and emanating in quantity from Drifna's wet knickers.

Gently the ring boy eased the elasticized waistband of Drifna's French knickers and slowly peeled the sopping-wet, sticky knickers over the twitching cock until his cock and balls were exposed…. As if this were a real bride's veil! The knickers were left around Drifna's thighs, just under the base of his stiffness and under his aching balls, all smooth and in need of release.

Then the ring boy went over to Magline, unzipping his chinos and unclipping the buckle of his belt so as to expose his ever over-excited cock. Magline's underpants were indeed 'Y' fronts, and at some stage of their existence had been white, but now where grayish with lots of yellow stains.

The boy put his hand through the opening in Magline's 'Y' fronts and pulled out Magline's erection. The boy's hand was very wet and sticky with Magline's deposits and the size of Magline's cock was pronounced as he had dressed up his cock for the occasion, with a leather cock restrainer that had three leather straps which wrapped around his cock and which made it bulge out between each strap. His vein looked ready to snap and squirt blood all over the church, and the final strap wrapped around his big, heavy, hairy balls. The straps were very tight and his balls were pushed up and out in a very unnatural position.

The ring boy stood back to one side and licked his fingers clean.

Continued…