The Wedding, Part 1

You’re looking into a mirror and fixing your tie when you hear someone knocking on the door. It opens to admit a smiling man into the room: Melanie's husband Greg.

“Hey there, son! Looking real sharp, I see.” Greg looks extremely pleased with your brand new tuxedo, paid for by your other (real) father. He walks over and pats you on the shoulder, gripping you and shaking you slightly. “Reminds me of my own wedding day. Gosh, did your mother look beautiful..."

You give him a small smile. “Thanks Dad, and I’m sure she did. Where’s Hanna?”

“Oh, she’s with Georgia and the girls. I’ve told you about my sister Georgia, haven’t I? She’s here with my brother-in-law and their--"

“Twin daughters. I know,” you finish for him. “I remember, Dad.”

You hear knocking on the door once more, and this time it reveals someone much more attractive: your cousin Erica.

She’s in a white blouse with a royal blue skirt, the attire for the bridesmaids. Her face is lightly made up, and she looks stunning overall.

“You’re on in a little over an hour,” she says, walking over and fixing your tie. She then turns to the other man in the room and beams. “Hi Greg! Where’s little Hanna?”

“With her aunt. I must say, you look absolutely lovely, my dear.”

Erica giggles and twirls in place, her blue bridesmaid’s skirt lifting slightly as she does so. “Thank you! And props to Melanie for choosing such a lovely colour and design! They couldn't have been cheap.

Greg laughs. “Don’t mention it. It's our son’s wedding, and we'll do everything we can to make this day special.”

“Dad,” you cut in. “Why don’t you go check on the guests? Make sure they’re being seen to?”

“Of course, Son,” he replies, leaving the room.

“I should get going too,” Erica says as she walks towards the door. “My friends are probably wondering where I am.”

You smoothly move up behind her and push a hand against the door, barring her from opening it. She turns to look back at you in confusion, then finds her carefully-styled hair gripped tightly in your fist as you slam her against the door.

“John, we don’t have time--"

You pull her hair back and slap her smartly across the face, just hard enough to make her head turn. She giggles, moving to pull up her skirt as she hears your zipper.

“I was worried I wasn’t going to get any today,” she breathes. “Fuck me, John. Fuck your slut on your wedding day.”

You spank her on the ass hard, and she squeals in delight.

“I knew it,” you growl, rubbing your dick up and down her cunt lips and feeling her juices leak onto you. “You’re just dying for a cock to stuff yourself with, aren’t you?”

“Your cock,” she moans out wantonly, wiggling her ass in an attempt to feel more of you. “I’m _your _slut, John. Just the sight of you is enough to get me all wet and leaking... I can’t help it!”

“Erica, you horny bitch,” you groan, before pulling her head back and slipping into her familiar depths. “You’re leaking pussy juice all over your skirt, you shameless fucking slut!”

“Mmm,” she moans, biting her lip as you push deeper. “But I’m your bitch, John! I’m your shameless fucking slut to--Oooooh--Uuuse however you want, wherever you want, whenever you want! I want to wear these stains and your cum with pride!”

“That’s right,” you grunt, pumping in and out of her at an increased pace. “You don’t really care that I’m getting married, do you? All you want--"

You slam your hips into her, pounding into the deepest parts of her womanhood. “Oh--OH JOHN!”

“--Is to be stuffed by my dick,” you continue, taking pleasure in the way her pussy squeezes around your girth as she rides her climax out.

Gritting your teeth, you begin pumping into her again with renewed urgency and desire, seeking your own release now that she's had hers. Erica lets out a gasp as her body is pressed into the door by the **** of your trusts. Her body is entirely upright now, pressed into the wood as you thrust into her hot cunt.

“I--Ooohgawd--I got you a wedding present,” she yelps out, between groans and squeals of ecstasy.

You don’t respond, since you’re too busy mounting her relentlessly.

“I haven’t been taking the pill for weeks now, and--Oh!--And I’m ovulating today Jooohhn!”

Your hair stands on end as her words register in your brain. You let out an almighty roar as you push into her, hoisting her up by your hips and lifting her off her feet. Sandwiched between you and the door, she mewls and shudders as you pump her insides full of your jizz. Wave after wave fills her up until you're entirely spent.

You pull out and she tumbles onto the floor like a sack of potatoes, her legs unable to support her own weight. Your cum begins seeping out of her sore pussy, and her fingers move to push it back in as she closes her thighs in an attempt to stop your seed from spilling further.

You lower yourself to her panting mouth and push your glistening cock between her lips, allowing her to clean you. She begins pulling away when you grip her by the hair.

That’s the position your father--the real one, this time--finds you two in when he enters the room. He grimaces slightly and sighs in discomfort as you paw at your well-fucked cousin’s tits through her blouse.

“What’s up, Dad?”

“Fifteen minutes 'till the ceremony, John,” he mutters, looking both uncomfortable and annoyed. “You’re getting married today, son. Erica may be your slut, but I don't think it's very respectful to be fucking other women on your wedding day.”

Unlike Greg, you have given your father no command to enjoy your activities, nor have you made him morally accept them. Carl just knows you have certain special rights, and that he cannot interfere with them.

“Well,” you begin, slapping Erica’s lips with your flaccid cock. “I don’t really agree with you, Dad, and I’m sure Mom wouldn’t mind either. In fact, I think she’d be _glad _to know I’m using my sluts to get myself off whenever I need to.”

“Lets--Lets just get going already,” he stammers, tearing his eyes away from Erica’s exposed and cum-filled pussy. “They’re waiting for you.”

Your eyes dart back to Erica, who’s kissing your balls in a show of devotion. “Okay, Dad. I’m just gonna pee real quick, and then I’ll be out. Promise.”

Your father turns on his heel and stalks away in a huff, shutting the door behind him just as your cock disappears between Erica’s lips.