I stand at the alter, naked, save for a tiny black brief that barely holds me in. A few men and women sit in attendance in various states of undress. The preacher, a tall, hard muscled black man wears the black collar with the white tab, and a black tube sock stretched tightly over his long dangling cock. We chat, the mood quiet but jocular, as I tried to suppress my nervousness. I fidget a couple of times, occasionally glancing at the soaring pillars holding up the church ceiling far above my head, decorated with lush mosaics of saints, men and women frolicking naked in Eden.
My attention is wrest away when the music starts. The organ player, a young woman who has more enthusiasm than talent begins to play, and I turn to look the procession. First comes my soon to be daughter, Sarah, dressed only in a pink skimpy, lacy v-string, the crotch panel already dark. Her light pink heels clicking on marble as she glides down the aisle like a stripper, her long hair swishing behind her in a long ponytail, her taut swimmer's body waggling seductively, and a come fuck me look on her face. She throws scented rose petals on the ground as she walks, almost daring someone, something to fuck her. My cock grows a little, and my daughter smiles naughtily, eyes slitted, and as she passes and walks to the brides side, I can almost imagine she's throwing an extra waggle in for me.
The next is my Sam, my best man and the best woman arm in arm, escorting each other down the isle. The best man looks slightly dazed, but the best woman smiles sweetly, her heels clicking, her pink v-string soaked and her thighs wet, as little white drops of semen glisten from between her large breasts. They separate, and I throw a questioning look at my best man. He smiles wanly and whispers, "I couldn't help it. Amy's insatiable."
I glance over to the bride's side, and watch as my daughter puts a hand under each breast, leans forward, and slowly licks and sucks the semen off, until they glisten, then raises a little to kiss Amy on the lips. Sarah glances over and winks and me. I pull my gaze off to the next pair. Jamie looks smug, and his beer can sized cock is still hard in his briefs with a large, darker wet spot at the head. Suzan looked a little distracted and when she made the turn she whispered something to Amy, who glanced at us with a smile, before whispering quietly to Sarah. Brenda spread her legs a little and I could see little white drops of semen running down the inside of her thigh
"She was great, you could hardly tell she was a mother of three." Jamie gloated in my ear as Sarah crouched down and began licking, her perfectly manicured nails wrapping around Brenda's thighs to steady both of them.
The music changed, to the march, and I turned to see my wife for the first time in three months. She takes after her mother, who walked solemnly behind her hand in hand with my mother. Short, heavy breasted, long black hair cascading over her shoulder in dark silky waves, a beautiful olive complexion, vibrant jade eyes locked onto me, her dark maroon lips smiled coquettishly at me as she slowly made her way to the alter, six inch high white stiletto heels clicked on the marble, as white thigh-high pantyhose shot with twisted skeins of white lacy vines and flowers ran up her long legs, to a thong that was all lace, hinting at the treasures within, and her heavy breasts cupped delicately in a white lacy half cup, silk gloves that ran high on her arms, and a small veil perched on top of her head. Her arms were shackled behind her, pushing her breasts out even more. Close family trailed behind her, finally taking their seats when she stood at my side.
"Happy to see me?" my bride said, glancing down at my painfully hard and throbbing erection.
"Not as happy as Bill is," I whispered, nodding at the preacher, whose cock had inflated to immense proportions hanging heavily from his muscular thighs. My bride smiled and bit her lower lip, eyes flicking from cock to cock, her eyes silently begging. "Later." I said sternly.
"Yesss," she sighed, relaxing.
"Can anyone vouch for her virginity?"
"I can," my mother said standing up. "She was with me for the past three months, I kept this horny cunt restrained in a chastity belt, and I checked for her hymen often. She still has it. I have handcuffed her; in case the disobedient whore tries to sink her fingers into her wet slit and finger fuck herself without my son's slut-tamer in her pussy to knock her up."
Chuckles ran around the room as I saw cocks harden a little bit more. My bride looked proud, preening a little.
"Can anyone vouch for his virginity?"
"I can," my bride's mother said, standing up. "He was with me for the past three months, and I made sure his naughty cock was restrained in a chastity belt, and I teased him with my body so he would have a nice thick load for my cum-hungry whore of a daughter's cunt, so the slut knows who owns her, and so the stupid cunt can get knocked up by her husband quickly."
I blushed as the women smiled approvingly at me.
