Joanna had managed to convince Martin that even though the wedding would be small, they should observe traditions and not see each other the night before the wedding. Martin was therefore in a busy town centre having a few drinks as he spoke to Joanna on the phone.
"It is really busy here and noisy, I wish you were here. Can you hear me?" he shouted into the phone.
"Uh… yes babe, can you …uh…hear me?" replied Joanna.
"What was that? I am struggling to hear you."
"I am sitting on your father's huge cock, God yes! Your dad is fucking me so hard! Did you hear that?" she giggled.
"Jo, what was that about my dad?"
"Ooooh, fuck me you stud."
"Wait, I am outside now, that's better. I can hear you now. What did you say about my dad?"
"I think you should call him, at least let him know what is happening. Maybe he can bless the wedding in his own special way?"
"I will call him but we are not meeting him, I don't want him in our lives."
"I know he's fucked your girlfriends and even your wives…"
"We don't need to discuss this do we Jo?"
"But honey… uhh, you wouldn't let him do that to me would you?"
"Of course not honey."
"Good, well phone him sweetie. Good boy, see you tomorrow."
The line went dead.
Tentatively Martin called Richard's number.
The phone answered:
"Uhhhhh, yes babe, you hottie, take my huge pole, let me feed it into your tight hole. Let me thrust up there and rotate it like this, does that feel good."
Martin heard a woman groaning in pleasure and orgasm.
"Hello" Richard said.
"Dad."
"Martin, what a lovely coincidence, I am just here with … well with one of your favourite women."
"I heard. Who?"
"That would be telling. Can you tell by her groans."
Richard began pounding her. Martin listened but was thankfully unaware that it was his wife to be having a 15 inch cock re-shaping her pussy as he listened to her take a fearful drilling.
"I am getting married tomorrow and I am keeping Joanna away from you forever."
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming on her face."
The line went dead. Whose face? Whose face,Mrtin thought anxiously. His dad made it sound like he meant Joanna's face, but he had never let them meet. Thank God.
……………..
Next morning and Joanna had arranged for a limo to take her and Martin to the service. The driver behind the darkened glass windows was Richard. He had fucked Joanna all night but this would be more fun.
Joanna was in her white wedding dress and looked stunning. As Martin got in, the car lurched and Joanna spilt the drink from the mini bar all over the seat.
"You look fantastic Jo."
"Oh shit, thanks sweetie," said Jo jumping out of the car and telling the driver he is an idiot.
"I can't sit there, it is wet. Oh ok," she said to the driver, "I will ride in the front. See you at the church sweetie," she said to Martin slamming his door and jumping in the front.
Martin leaned forward but suddenly realised the sound proof shutters were up and he couldn't be heard. It was a bit of a jerky journey but you have to sympathise with Richard. It is not easy to fuck your future daughter in law's tight tanned arse over the wheel of the car whist driving it.
Joanna slurped and sucked at his large cock head before sitting on him and lowering her bare arse onto his huge prick. Joanna screamed:
"Fuck me you big dicked, horse cocked bastard. Tell me, does my arse milk you better than his other girls?"
Martin selected a straw to suck his drink but virtually poked himself in the eye with it as the car lurched whilst Richard forced ample cock meat into Jo's pert tight rear.
Jo moaned as he fucked her:
"I wake in the morning and all I can think of is getting this huge thing into me as soon and as often as possible. He is an irrelevance and yet I am marrying him. Why do you have so much and he has a cocktail sausage?" she asked with a smile over her shoulder at her stud.