Kaitlin walked down the aisle, arm in arm in arm with her two dads. She look down the aisle, past all the happy and eager faces looking back at her, and straight to her husband to be. Richard looked so good standing there waiting for her, in his dapper tux, hair neatly trimmed, and her bridesmaid kneeling by his feet. Lana was the only other woman at the ceremony. All their other friends and family were male.
At least those they had chosen to invite.
Her whole life had been a study in contrast. Why should her wedding day be any different? She was adopted, while all the other prissy little kids with biological parents made fun of her. She had two dads, so the other parents shunned them, and even the gay community shunned them for being too bi. They just happened to love each other enough to get married. Like she was.
She was a tiny white stick between her two strapping fathers. Tall, well build, and very, very dark. She had no end of eye rolls from all the comments. So the blacks are adopting poor white kids now, huh? Eventually she learned all those people could go fuck themselves. Their words never once diminished the love her fathers raised her with-- and certainly not the special love they were planning for this, her special day.
Her dress was a contrast itself. Traditional at the bottom-- long, flowing satin white dress. Flowery pattern. Headress made of tule. But it was also off the shoulders and very low cut, nearly to her nipples. She wasn't exactly well stacked, or wide chested-- but it showed enough. Gave a nice target for anyone wanting to look.
Lana, her bridesmaid, watched her walk step by step down the aisle, absently reaching up and stroking Richard's pants. He was as white as her. As slim as her. As fair haired as her. People joked that he was proof not all women had daddy issues. It's amazing how wrong people can be.
Lana winked at her as she reached the end of the aisle, and she smiled back. The three of them stopped, and turned to face the two dozen or so friends and family watching her. There was no priest. This was her ceremony.
"Thank you all for being here," she said. Even though she was in college now, her voice still sounded like a tiny little girl's voice. Her lot in life. "For witnessing. For being part of my special day. And special it will be. Richard and I are in love, and plan on carrying that love with us through the rest of our lives. Our hearts are one for each other, now and forever. But our bodies-- those are ours to have. To enjoy. To share."
She turned to her dad, then her other. "Daddy, daddy-- you both have shown me so much love over the years. Unconditional. Unwavering. Raised me from a little girl-- and now it's time for me to become a woman. So here in front of my beloved, and in front of all our supportive friends and family-- I want you to publicly anoint me with your love, and give away your little daughter as the woman Richard deserves."
She kissed the cheek of each of her fathers, then sank to her knees before them. "And Lana, you've been a friend to us both, throughout the years, throughout everything. I'd be honored for you to share in his love-- be the first to taste him as he becomes a man and a husband-- and then consummate our union by feeding me the love you draw from him."
She was on her knees now, the fancy white dress in a pool around her. Her nipples were hard underneath the tight bodice. Just another sign of her love for everyone here. She reached up, and took hold of her dad's cock, and her daddy's cock-- hard, strong things, just like the important men in her life. She stroked them gently, knowing just how to set them both off.
She'd known they were bi her whole life. They'd proven it to her on her eighteenth birthday.
"I'm so proud of you, baby girl," her daddy on the left said, stroking her hair, his dark face already flushing.
"Even though you'll be a woman soon, you'll always be my little daughter," her other dad said.
She would answer-- but she had a duty to perform, and so did they. She craned her neck, and took daddy into her mouth. It stretched her lips, just like it always did. He stroked her long blonde hair, and started to slowly work it further in. Her teeth scraped against the skin softly, just like Daddy liked it.
Dad put his daughter's hand on his cock-- and Kaitlin stroked it while she sucked. It wasn't as big as Daddy's-- but it wasn't a competition. It also meant she could do something with him that she couldn't do with Daddy.
She switched cocks-- stroking Daddy's wet, thick cock-- and took Dad's slightly thinner cock right into her mouth. She shoved her face forward, and sucking him into her throat.
