The Groom Ravishes the Bridesmaids
Rick Thompson
I stretched my back in the antechamber of the church, waiting for the wedding to start. I was eager for it. I wanted to marry Tiffany. It was both our second marriages, though she was the only one with a daughter. I wouldn't think I would be nervous, but it had been twenty years since round one.
I never thought I would get married again, but here I was.
The door opened and Veronica entered. She was Tiffany's slightly older sister, a married MILF who was looking good in the lilac bridesmaid's dress. She was the matron of honor and filled out that dress. She was fatter than her little sister in that Southern lady so sort of way.
Curvy and sweet.
I was glad Tiffany was just slightly plump.
"Just going to be a little delay, Rick," my future sister-in-law said. "Sorry."
I sighed. "Just a little."
"Hopefully," she said and came up to me. She adjusted my bow tie. "You do look handsome for her. She's so happy."
"Yeah," I said as the door opened a second time.
This time it was Tammy, Veronica's nineteen-year-old daughter. She was a slender redhead, her hair more vibrant than her mother's dull brown. Tammy was a skinny thing, no doubt how Veronica had looked twenty years ago herself.
"Just a little delay," she said.
"I already told him," her mother said, shooting her daughter an annoyed look. A suspicious look. There was something in Tammy's eyes like she thought to slip in here and find me alone.
I wasn't dumb enough to go near my wife's niece. I didn't need that drama.
The door opened a third time. It was my future daughter-in-law, Kendra. She was a slip of a blonde, just turned eighteen and as thin as a broom. She had none of her mother's curves. And, frankly, none of her mother's charm. She was rather plain-faced, even today with her makeup done.
"It's going to be a longer delay," Kendra reported. "Sorry, there's a problem with the dress. Seamstress emergency. Mom is freaking out. I would not go near her."
My future bride could be a tad dramatic. I hoped she wouldn't be like that so much during our marriage. Today was just stressful for her, so that made sense. I was feeling it, hoping that nothing would go wrong.
"Well," I said and sat. "I suppose we could play some gin. Got a deck of cards on me."
Kendra smiled. She did like to play gin. Tammy sighed and shrugged. Her mother agreed and looked around for a place to play. A curious thing happened. A man appeared in the corner of the room in khaki slacks and a button-down shirt. A nerd with a pocket protector.
So utterly boring.
* * *
T. Ropex
"Oh, a wedding," I said, recognizing the man in the suit. "He must be the groom. Lilac dresses. The bridesmaids..."
They weren't up to the normal standards. One had a very plain face, just about the ugliest woman I had seen, and she was flat. Like a pole in a dress. The older woman was fat. I thought it was a myth human women could grow to such size. You never saw them in the life recreations. The third girl, a redhead, was pretty.
Still, maybe he liked them this way and...
They were sitting down around a table and cards were being shuffled.
"Oh, it's a strip game," I said.
"Yes, maybe,"
the AI said.
"Let's see. The women are the bride's sister, her niece, and her daughter from a previews marriage."
I nodded and waited for the sexy stripping to come. Instead, they were playing cards. It was a strange game. They played hands. Sometimes the guy would win or the woman. They all looked bored. There was nothing sexy going on.
This was not good.
"Adjusting the scenario,"
the AI said.
* * *
Rick Thompson
I stood, bored. "How much longer."
Kendra checked her phone. "Might be an hour."
I sighed. "Guests are going to get restless. And I'm getting so bored."
Something shifted. My jaw dropped as Kendra was suddenly a beautiful, young woman with big breasts that stretched out the slinky dress she wore. Her tits were almost falling out and if she bent over, her skirt would ride up over her rump. Her aunt and cousin were dressed the same. Veronica was no longer pushing 300 pounds but maybe 120, and that was mostly in those massive tits that...
That...
My future sister-in-law had such big tits. I had wanted to get my hands on them for long. Her daughter was just as stacked. A curvy goddess with red hair. She liked to tease me, but I hadn't taken a bite.
I wasn't married yet...
"Well, if it's going to be an hour," I said, staring at the women, my cock hard, "you have to distract me."
This isn't right,
a voice in my head screamed.
"What are you thinking?" purred Kendra. She flicked her tongue over her lips. Just turned eighteen. She was ripe and legal, ready to be plucked.
Better her step-dad than a horny frat boy.
"Yes, yes, what?" asked Tammy as the slut sat on her mother's lap. "Something like this."
They kissed.
