18-12-2021, 01:19 AM
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The day of the wedding is here. A typical Malayali wedding celebration. All the preparations were done so carefully. We were talking even the night before on text messages. But both of us didn’t even act like we knew about the crazy things going to happen the next day. I was anxious as hell deep inside but for some reason all I was thinking of was marrying Sanusha and being with her and having a family. We got into vehicles to the bride’s place. There were a few cars and a bus. Just around 100 people only. Apart from photographers. The moment we entered the gate entrance to her village. It was closed behind us. That had never happened whenever I came. It looked like people were staring at us in a strange manner. I was dressed like a typical Malayali groom, Kasavu Mundu and Shirt. Ones with golden borders and I even got some facial done to look good for our special day.
We reached the auditorium. Was invited in so heartily by Sanusha’s parents and rest of the family. We were welcomec to the stage decorated so well with flowers and other adornments. All the invitees were seated in front of us, with refreshments in hand. There was light Carnatic Music being played by a band behind us. I sat for the Poojas. The priest walked and started the chants. After some time he looked at me.
“You have to take the Dhoti off, so that your manhood shall take the blessings in the ritual for the family life to come”
I was horrified to hear that. I just stood up unwillingly but the priest’s assistants came and pulled out my Dhoti. I felt like I was in some trance at that point. I couldn't find the strength to stop them. They pulled up my shirt and tied it over the belly with a red silk string so it wouldn't fall . My Willie just popped out and I was stunned there.. It was tiny, not hard yet as it would reach a “massive” 4 inches when it's hard. The audience started holding their laughter but not all of them could. About 3-400 men and women were looking at my small cock and laughing. That was the most fucked up moment in my life so far, I stared at my parents helplessly. They turned to me and said it’s okay. It’s part of their ritual. I was unaware at the moment that the worst was yet to come.
Sanusha walked in with parents. It truly made me shiver in disbelief to see her. So unlike her shy, innocent self. She was wearing a tight pair of denim shorts that barely covered her thighs. A red blouse with such deep cleavage you can see the sides of her round tits. Bridal make up. Golden jewellery all over and flowers on the head. Her naked navel was adorned by a golden chain rubbing over her sweet belly button. She walked in with her hands folded in devotion and all I could see that she wasn't nervous I thought she would be. Still holding up by the power of faith she has in the rituals.
And you could imagine my state seeing everyone including my parents acting like all of this is normal. The priest asked us both to touch his feet and he got us up. Staring at her cleavage he said;
" It's the time for Pooja now. The bride will be made sacred by the grace of gods and the groom will pray."
My would be wife, dressed like a slut, was approached by the priest. All the women of my family took off the ***** priest's Dhoti. His cock popped out. It was already rock hard at 8 inches. Everyone held their hands together and bowed with such reverence. I was truly horrified when he stood next to me and the comparison of our cocks was revealed.
The priests ordered everyone on the stage to take their tops and footwear off for the ritual. All the men did. Then he said, no, women too. They hesitantly obeyed. The boobs of everyone in mine and her family popped out. They covered it with sarees and shawls. Nobody seemed to mind the wedding photographers. They covered all of this like everything is as usual.
His rock hard cock was pointing straight when he asked them to do the Abhishek of milk and honey. They did it with such care and Bhakti. Some of them touched it and rubbed their foreheads.
"It is time for the bride to taste the prasad".
My mother pulled my soon to be wife up and made her kneel on the ground adorned with flowers. She's just on her knees, some of the flowers thrown went into her cleavage.
"Take the Mangalsutra and let me bless it for your auspicious marriage"; he said and stood in front of the kneeling beauty of my fiancee with his hard cock dripping with milk and honey.
- Galactua(HoldMyBird)
We reached the auditorium. Was invited in so heartily by Sanusha’s parents and rest of the family. We were welcomec to the stage decorated so well with flowers and other adornments. All the invitees were seated in front of us, with refreshments in hand. There was light Carnatic Music being played by a band behind us. I sat for the Poojas. The priest walked and started the chants. After some time he looked at me.
“You have to take the Dhoti off, so that your manhood shall take the blessings in the ritual for the family life to come”
I was horrified to hear that. I just stood up unwillingly but the priest’s assistants came and pulled out my Dhoti. I felt like I was in some trance at that point. I couldn't find the strength to stop them. They pulled up my shirt and tied it over the belly with a red silk string so it wouldn't fall . My Willie just popped out and I was stunned there.. It was tiny, not hard yet as it would reach a “massive” 4 inches when it's hard. The audience started holding their laughter but not all of them could. About 3-400 men and women were looking at my small cock and laughing. That was the most fucked up moment in my life so far, I stared at my parents helplessly. They turned to me and said it’s okay. It’s part of their ritual. I was unaware at the moment that the worst was yet to come.
Sanusha walked in with parents. It truly made me shiver in disbelief to see her. So unlike her shy, innocent self. She was wearing a tight pair of denim shorts that barely covered her thighs. A red blouse with such deep cleavage you can see the sides of her round tits. Bridal make up. Golden jewellery all over and flowers on the head. Her naked navel was adorned by a golden chain rubbing over her sweet belly button. She walked in with her hands folded in devotion and all I could see that she wasn't nervous I thought she would be. Still holding up by the power of faith she has in the rituals.
And you could imagine my state seeing everyone including my parents acting like all of this is normal. The priest asked us both to touch his feet and he got us up. Staring at her cleavage he said;
" It's the time for Pooja now. The bride will be made sacred by the grace of gods and the groom will pray."
My would be wife, dressed like a slut, was approached by the priest. All the women of my family took off the ***** priest's Dhoti. His cock popped out. It was already rock hard at 8 inches. Everyone held their hands together and bowed with such reverence. I was truly horrified when he stood next to me and the comparison of our cocks was revealed.
The priests ordered everyone on the stage to take their tops and footwear off for the ritual. All the men did. Then he said, no, women too. They hesitantly obeyed. The boobs of everyone in mine and her family popped out. They covered it with sarees and shawls. Nobody seemed to mind the wedding photographers. They covered all of this like everything is as usual.
His rock hard cock was pointing straight when he asked them to do the Abhishek of milk and honey. They did it with such care and Bhakti. Some of them touched it and rubbed their foreheads.
"It is time for the bride to taste the prasad".
My mother pulled my soon to be wife up and made her kneel on the ground adorned with flowers. She's just on her knees, some of the flowers thrown went into her cleavage.
"Take the Mangalsutra and let me bless it for your auspicious marriage"; he said and stood in front of the kneeling beauty of my fiancee with his hard cock dripping with milk and honey.
- Galactua(HoldMyBird)
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