The wedding was extremely beautiful, I had to admit. The brides were gorgeous, though for many it was an adjustment to attend a wedding without a groom. Jessica and Jamie took their vows, pledging to love each other for life, but crucially omitting the old passage about "forsaking all others", of course. That part would have been a lie, since they were both part of my personal harem. It didn't bother me that two of my ladies were putting rings on each other's fingers and swearing to love each other, albeit in the context of polyamory, for the rest of their lives. They had long since formed a bond of flesh and spirit with each other that made all the sense in the world.
When Jess and Jamie kissed each other at the end of the wedding, it was a truly sensual, erotic kiss that would probably make even the Pope rise to the occasion before condemning it as an abomination. Of course, both brides were pregnant, too. Jess was roughly a month along with my child, while Jamie had been knocked up very recently by Carl, my brother-in-law.
His wife, my sister Roxanne, was the matron of honor, and she was also with child ... mine as well, in fact, though Rox and Carl had talked me into letting them raise the little one as entirely theirs. My new wife, Jen, was there, with our little daughter Vicky in her arms nestled against her breasts. The fact that Vicky wasn't biologically mine didn't matter to me. She was very much my daughter and she already felt comfortable being held by me. The sperm that made Vicky actually came from Garth, Jen's ex-boyfriend, who had also impregnated his own mother, Pam. The only one not knocked up yet or mother to a newborn in the group of women was Cheryl, but she was working on it with three different men, hoping that one of us would breed her with his spawn.
"What do you plan to name your child, Jess?" I asked Jessica, the more submissive and slightly more feminine of the brides ... Jamie being something of a tomboy at times.
"Either Jack Junior or Jackie. Depends on what he or she is. I hear that Roxie wants to call her daughter or son, whichever it turns to be, Stacey. She wants to be 'Stacey's mom.' It's a bit of a joke in a way, but it's kind of cute. Jamie, on the other hand, gets to be 'Jessie's girl'," Jess laughed while kissing me.
"That I do, lucky me," Jamie said, kissing Jess on the back of the neck.
"And I don't have to wish for Jessie's girl, or Jessie herself. I get to have them both," I quipped.
"Damn straight you do!" Jess agreed while Jamie kissed my lips.
"Handy thing that Stacey is a unisex name, isn't it?" I observed, as we headed to the reception.
"I quite agree," Roxanne told me as she gave me a French kiss in full view of the guests.
My cock stirred, especially after Rox also kissed Carl, and then Jen planted a lip lock on me. I felt someone tug at my arm, and I turned to see Cheryl. Not being dense, I went with her, guessing that she had some delightful idea in mind, and was I ever right! The next thing that I knew, my pants were down in the restroom stall and Cheryl's lips gave me a kiss of her own, well below the waist. She began sucking first the head, and then more, gradually taking more of my dick inside her mouth. Her dress was off now, too, exposing her lovely flesh for my appraisal.
I was fully hard now. Cheryl saw as much, so she bent over in the stall and spread her thighs just enough that I could enter her from behind. I was balls deep within scant minutes, fucking the blonde with as much force as this quickie demanded. I had things to do, after all, but I still refused to neglect the needs of one of my ladies. I loved them, after all, including Cheryl.
I suppose that being in public was more than enough to drive Cheryl wild, because she soon came, rather messily, too. Her juices coated my cock and I couldn't hold back another second. My dick was already on the edge due to her hot, wet pussy surrounding, and now I just unloaded my second load of the day into Cheryl's wonderful snatch (the first one had been in Jen's ass, proving that she had made no idle threat to use me other ways even when her pussy was still healing).
I rose, but having a rather devious thought in my mind, I told Cheryl, "You stay put. I'm calling up reinforcements."
