Deans fucking Nightmare Dream of a Wedding.

Dean's dream

The big day had finally arrived. I was standing at the altar we had set up in the garden area behind the main building. It was a large construction where the ceremony would be performed. I was already standing at the altar looking at the guests who had gathered. In the seats had the most famous and at the same time influential men and women in the world. The Avengers, the Fantastic Four, the leadership team of SHIELD, the President of the United States and countless members of high society. Of course, my parents were also in attendance, not my biological father, to be sure.

I myself wore a tailored black suit with a white rose on its breast pocket. A bit nervous I stood in front of the altar while behind me the priest stood and smiled into the crowd. Standing next to me was Logan, hopping on his shoulder.

"Relax, kid! You should be proud!" he laughed and I nodded to my best man. That he, of all people, was my best man meant a lot to me. Slowly, I saw Scott coming towards me. Not all the guests had arrived yet and I had to wait a few more minutes until the big moment.

"It's rare that I say this, but Logan is right. You should calm down." He finally said and I had to grin.

"That's easy for you to say! You've been through this." I sighed and Emma joined us.

"Oh? Does the little guy have performance anxiety?" she grinned widely. She was wearing a long white dress and looked stunning as always.

"Hey Emma? You know how you're supposed to keep a low profile when you're a guest at a wedding?" said Logan, raising a brow.

"Hey Logan... do you know that you could bathe for a wedding? Like, every 10 years you're allowed to use soap!" she countered, amused, and Scott lightly poked me in the side.

"See? It's just another day. We're arguing like we always do."

"I'm really glad you're all here and that you're celebrating with me and Jean today...I know it hasn't been easy for you. Especially for you Scott..."

"Don't worry about that Dean. I'm just happy that Jean is happy and it could have been worse. She could have ended up with Logan!"

"What did you say you punk?" growled Logan angrily and I looked to Emma. Like me, she just smiled at the usual bickering between the two.

"I hope you're not too disappointed?" I smirked and she grinned.

"Why would I be disappointed? Because you finally showed Jean what it means to be a real woman? Besides, we get along much better now and I promised her I wouldn't turn Scott on even though he's single now."

"Oh, I'm glad you two are getting along." I replied before feeling a short but extremely severe headache. I held my head and when I straightened up everyone looked at me worriedly, but I just shook my head. "Don't worry about it. It's going to be okay. Was just the nervousness, I guess? “? I smiled and Emma smirked and hooked up with Scott.

"Emma?" he asked, confused, raising an eyebrow.

"You want me in your arms, don't you?" she smiled and Scott then smiled and let her hook up with him. I felt a little weird about that and raised an eyebrow as Emma grinned.

"You're welcome to join us later if you want! You know how much I like to be caressed by the two of you. I also promise I won't tell your wife that you helped Scott and me!" she grinned ambiguously whereupon Scott asked confused.

"Someone enlighten me as to what this is all about?"

"About you wanting to fuck your beloved Emma right now Scott! You've been looking forward to that all day!" she said more firmly and Scott blushed.

"Am I that easy to figure out?"

"EMMA!" I said a little incensed. She had promised me and Jean nothing to do with his mind as she looked at me and smiled.

"What is it Dean! You are horny thinking about finally fucking your favorite slut again and that you are going to fuck me along with Scott at your wedding.... Really turns you on!"

The more I thought about her words the more I realized that she was right. I really hadn't fucked Emma in far too long. Since Jean had become more serious, I had seen her more as a friend and no longer slept with her! I had led her to but only back to her kinkier lifestyle.

"Exactly Dean! You know exactly that you cannot live without me! It has always been your favorite thing to fuck me. You are so terribly horny for me that your cock almost explodes. Tell me that you want to fuck me!"

Briefly I thought about her question and then smiled. "Of course, I've always enjoyed making love to you!"

"No Dean! Tell me you want to fuck me... let her know how much you need to feel your cock inside me!" she said, and somehow, I didn't like the look on her face. It seemed so determined, so hard and so demanding. Maybe it would help if I accommodated her a little.

"I want to fuck you, Emma." I really wanted to let it go with that, but suddenly I was overcome with a feeling of being more honest. "I can't wait to rip your dress off and finally fuck you again. I am so horny for you that I would love to fuck you right here and now. You are the hottest woman I've ever met and I would do anything to get fucked by you!" The more I talked the more I felt how badly I wanted to fuck her. This urge to cum all over her was so overwhelming that I looked at the clock and wondered if it would be enough time to quickly fuck her soul out of her body behind one of the bushes. My cock was throbbing so hard in my pants that I could hardly concentrate.

" That way I like you already much better Dean! But why fuck only one husband, when I can have both! What do you say I make Scott submissive for now and you come over after the ceremony and you two fuck me nice together!" she smiled coldly and dominantly.

"I don't know... I've never had one before." I wanted to say as I became aware of the irony and especially the idiocy of that sentence. In fact, the thought of fucking Emma along with Scott at my own wedding turned me on beyond belief. Unable to muster any self-control, I grabbed my pants and felt my cock press stiff and hard against the fabric. Surely everyone could see how horny Emma made me. How hot I was for her! And I didn't care so much. "Oh, damn Emma.... I'm so horny I want to fuck you right now! Why do we have to wait! If you have any qualms about breaking your promise to us... I'd be happy to make Scott do you!"

"Ohhhh... really? I'd like that!" she said, playing around with her dress with her right hand... within seconds, a button had popped open as if by accident, making her cleavage even bigger.

"Scott... please be so good and help me fuck Emma all the way through like she needs! We've both been together with Jean, both wearing the ring... it would be my huge pleasure and you'd be doing me a huge favor by helping me fuck her up!"

"Anything for you Dean!" smiled Scott and Emma breathed a kiss on my cheek.

"Now get this ceremony over with quickly...I don't know how long I can keep my hands off Scott's cock...who knows...maybe you'll be too late and he'll have already finished me off.... That would be too bad right?" With that, she reached down to my pants, slid a hand inside, and started jerking my cock. I was wax in her hands, moaning lustfully and staring at her tits. "Mhm. Scott... come closer!" she said, and when he followed her instruction, she reached into his pants to jerk him off, too. "Oh yeah. You two! Your dicks are mine! And you will give it to your horny bitch! We both know you want me!"

Moaning, we both stood there and were not even surprised that no one reacted to it.

"Oh yeah... Emma... If... Dean doesn't mind..., could I just... fuck you for a little while?" gasped Scott, moaning, and Emma smiled at him.

"Of course, he doesn't mind! But you do know that your first cum is mine, right Dean?"

Moaning, I nodded lustfully and felt her jerk harder and harder. Her fingers slid deftly and excitingly over my cock. "I... promise...that I'll fuck...you first, Emma!" I gasped, and she smiled with satisfaction.

"I'm glad Dean!"

with these words she pulled back and held Scott's arm. Willingly he followed her and when they sat down, she simply took a seat on his lap. No one here at the party seemed to notice that she was sitting with her back on Jean's ex-husband and that he was looking at her in love and almost submissively.

Heavens... I could hardly take my eyes off the two of them. Why was Jean not there yet! Where was she! When it would finally start then I would make a short detour with Emma and Scott... a horny, brutally hot quickie with the two and then I would finally be able to think clearly again.

Finally, it was then also so far... Emma had to wait now and besides I was with a blow anyway no longer in the business. Jean looked simply stunning! Stunning was not an expression at all. She walked like a goddess over the red carpet while Charles rolled next to her as the father of the bride. Actually, I wanted him to be the priest, but he had turned that down because Jean really wanted him to be the father of the bride, just like last time. A wedding without Charles by her side was completely unthinkable for Jean, so they had had a priest come from the city.

Emma wore a high-necked dress in brilliant white that was decorated with silver and gold. The fact that the dress showed hardly any skin was even more charming than if it had been otherwise. The long train floated behind her as if by magic and I had to smile briefly at this fact. Under the veil she wore a deep red lipstick and her eyes probably shone at me as much as mine did at her. I still could not believe my luck! How I had only managed to conquer this woman and on top of that to manage that her friends would not kill me.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Scott kneading Emma's tits hard and she seemed to keep whispering new things in his ear. Scott's look seemed a bit empty and thoughtless to me, probably a result of Emma's manipulation.

When Jean stood next to me and Xavier rolled away, she smiled at me and beamed under the veil. Again, I briefly felt a little headache, but it was in a strange way gentler than the one before. When they had neither passed, I felt Jean hold my hand and turn his head toward me.

"Would it be okay with you if we brought Scott in later? I can't wait for you to do me in front of him."

Suddenly it was like scales falling from my eyes. Why hadn't I thought of that? Why did it have to be my wife who thought of everything. I knew for a fact that nothing turned her on more than doing it with me in front of her ex-husband! Suddenly my mind was flooded with scenes that I couldn't really remember. But suddenly they were there again. It had been on their 10th wedding anniversary ... the day I had asked her to marry me. While I had fucked her with that bartender right in front of him. That had been the moment we had shown him that his oh so faithful wife had been screwing me for months, that he was not able to bang her properly. That was the beginning of our relationship and more and more the memories came back to me. That Jean loved to get fucked in front of Scott. That it was like a stimulant for her libido. That she sometimes even got other guys to join her, but always with my permission.... Just the thought of Scott jerking his pathetic little cock while my wife yelled my name made me instantly get hard again.

"You know I like nothing more than to fuck you in front of him, honey!" I whispered softly to her and heard her amused giggle. The priest had completed his final measures and seemed to be about to begin the ceremony at any moment now.

Unfortunately, I felt another headache and this time it was even stronger than both before combined. Briefly, I sank to my knees in pain. It felt like a mountain was falling on my consciousness. A mountain on the scale of Mount Everest! When I opened my eyes again and the pain had passed, I saw dark clouds gathering on the horizon. A fierce wind blew menacingly overhead, tossing the festive trimmings back and forth. Lightning flashed across the horizon, promising disaster as the wall of dark clouds slowly moved toward us. I tried to concentrate on the words of the priest who had begun his speech.

But as the storm approached, the man's voice seemed to change. It seemed colder, almost malicious. The right hand holding the Bible also seemed to change, or were my eyes just playing tricks on me? It almost seemed as if his skin was turning purple.

Was it nervousness or the approach of danger that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up? I suddenly didn't feel very comfortable in my skin. Somehow the mood had suddenly tipped. Something threatening was in the air and I could not grasp or grasp what it was. Confused, I looked back and forth between the guests, Jean and the priest, but no one seemed to notice anything except me. The priest's hand had now turned completely purple and his face, as far as you could see under the hood, was also purple.

"Dean! Ask them to listen to me carefully!" the priest suddenly said in a very dominant voice. Something about that voice seemed unsettling to me, and yet I noticed myself just turning to the guests and looking at them before just starting to speak.

"Please be so good as to listen carefully to what the priest has to say."

Immediately all heads stretched to listen for what the priest would say next. I myself turned back to the priest and hoped that he would be finished with the ceremony before the storm reached us. The dark sky was now very close and the winds had already reached us. But he did not continue with the ceremony, just smiled and turned to Jean.

"And now be a good husband and ask your bride to kiss me!" I heard the priest's voice again. And again, I was unable to resist this invitation.

"Jean, darling. Please give a kiss to our priest." I tried with all my might not to make this request to her and yet I was powerless. I had to watch as my wife went to him and gave him a long, heartfelt kiss. Then she came back and took my hand.

"Was that so good?" she asked me as she took my hand again, but before I could answer the priest said addressed to me.

"Be still and watch!" then he turned to Jean and continued speaking while I was unable to open my lips.

"So, Jean! It's time we proceed with the ceremony! First of all. Come over here and give me a blowjob!"

"Yes!" was all Jean said, sinking to her knees in front of the priest. She looked incredible in her wedding dress, but it was still all disturbing. Extremely disturbing to be exact. I couldn't look away as she opened the priest's robe and used her velvet gloves to free the man's stiff cock. She slowly pulled her veil over her lips and then closed her blood red lips around his cock. I could clearly see her moving her head slowly up and down.

"Show the guests how much you love my cock by giving me the best blowjob of your life!" the priest said while pulling his hood over his head.

Purple Man! My father! It flashed through my mind. That's why I couldn't resist any invitation. That's why my wife was about to suck my own father's cock! Because we had long been under his spell. And because he had control over me, he had control over everyone else. The most powerful heroes in the world, the most powerful organizations were exposed to my voice. One word from him would make me ask them for whatever. And that in turn would **** them to comply with my request. I fought with all my might against the compulsion to say nothing. Maybe I could turn the game around if I could just make one request to my father. However, there was nothing I could do except watch Jean's tongue lasciviously run over his cock.

Her hands massaged his testicles while she repositioned herself so that everyone could see how his hard member disappeared back into her mouth. Purple Man's loud moans indicated that he liked how he abused my wife for his base desires. Behind me I heard how some of the guests got up confused but I already suspected what would come. And unfortunately, I was right.

"Make sure they enjoy the show, son! IMMEDIATELY!" my father moaned and by now I didn't even find the strength or will to fight against his words and simply turned to the guests and followed the instruction. I even felt that I started to smile. I did not want to do that at all. But as expected, the guests calmed down immediately.

This should have been the most beautiful day of my life and now it turned into a complete nightmare. But as bad as it might be, my father proved to me that he was even more depraved than I could have imagined even in my most terrible nightmares. As soon as I turned around, he smiled at me and then said.

"And now my son... it's time for your wedding present! Jean. Make him love what I do! Let him feel what a pleasure it is to be a pervert ****! And Jean! I want you to get turned on by following my Orders!"

"Of course!" she only replied and then stood in front of me. Even though I was still not allowed to speak, I shook my head vigorously, hoping that she or the phoenix would break free. However, my hope was disappointed.

"Darling! Let me help you!" she smiled and I could see the sparkle in her eyes. The twinkle she always had when something excited her.

While I felt her gaining access to my thoughts, my father stepped behind her and whispered something in her ear that I couldn't hear. Even though I was not allowed to move or speak, my father had never **** me not to resist him in any other way. With all my strength I tried to keep Jean out of my thoughts. Unfortunately, it didn't help at all that she leaned forward a bit and put her ass against his lap. But all of a sudden it wasn't so bad anymore. Somehow the thought was even arousing....

"Yes Dean! That's it! Just think how wonderful it will be when we are all your father's sluts! Surely, he will allow you to fuck us once in a while!" smiled Jean and lifted her dress. Then her face contorted as my father started fucking her! At my wedding! Why did my cock suddenly get so hard? Why was the sight of my wife being fucked by my father so fucking arousing? "That's it! Dean. Let me into your mind! Enjoy it like I'm enjoying it...your dad has an even hotter cock than you do! Ohhhh mhm... he fucks good! Now I know where you got that!" she moaned and looked at Purple Man. "ohhhh Yaa your son finally gets it!"

Looking down at myself... I could see my fingers turning purple! I was turning into my father!

Drenched in sweat I woke up... My heart was racing with fear... a nightmare.... so realistic, so intense as I had never experienced one before.