The Wedding Night

Carrie was buzzing, and not just from the champagne. She kissed her husband as he carried her across the threshold as he took her to bed. She lay back in her brand new lingerie.

"Mmmm. I've been dreaming of this moment for ages," Carrie said, looking up at John.

"You're telling me, Barbie. I was ready to end that reception so we could finally get started." They'd held off for a few weeks as the birth control wore off. They wanted tonight to be the night. John pulled her panties to the side, leaving on the stocking, leaving on the bodice accentuating her big fake tits. Her black bush was glistening. He fumbled at his trousers, hands shaking as he pulled out his big cock.

"Mmm, Daddy, come on, give Barbie a baby," Carrie said huskily. She reached down, stroking him, then resting the tip against her entrance. He pushed, and she moaned out as he sunk into her. They'd fucked often for pleasure. But this was the first time for a purpose. The first time for breeding.

He slid in and out of her wet, creamy cunt, his mouth finding hers as they made love. His balls audibly slapped her asshole, and she could feel him in control ... then she could feel him throb. She wrapped her feet around him, digging into his ass, pulling him deeper, pulling him to the hilt. He started to grunt.

"Yes, Daddy, breed me. Breed your wife. I want to carry so many of your babies. Give Barbie the first of your brood," Carrie moaned as they came together. And she made sure her eggs were buffeted by his thick, potent bull seed. And that those cells multiplied into two and four and eight, as life started.