In our family weddings are something special. Something very special. It all started generations ago, with one of my forefathers who decided he had to make sure his son's bride entered the marriage as a virgin.
Grand-grand-dad Sylvester invoked the 'Droit du Seigneur'. This is the to the Roman Emperor attributed ius cunni, or ius primae noctis. The 'right of cunt', or 'right of the first night'. The emperor was supposed to have the right to deflower any bride within his jurisdiction. No better way to make sure his daughter-in-law-to-be was still a virgin by testing her virtue himself. Γle Syl took her the night before the wedding. With the initiation of the girl to the carnal pleasures of marriage he convinced himself she had been a virgin indeed, and thereby worthy to be married to his son. And so his oldest son married a girl no longer a virgin, with his father's seed deep inside her womb. Most probably his first grandson was at the same time his own son.
When his daughter married my Grand-grand-dad combined the 'Droit de Seigneur' with the Jewish custom that the groom delivers evidence of the consummated marriage by presenting the blood stained bed sheet, implying his spouse is no longer a virgin and the marriage was spent. But he took this to the next level.
Grand-grand-dad Syl picked up my grandma right after the vows, ripped her dress off and draped her on the table next to the freshly signed wedding certificate. In the presence of the entire assembly he pierced my grandma on his rampant cock, took her virginity and pumped her pussy full of his potent baby batter. In doing so witnessed by all present at the wedding ceremony, the taking of his daughter's cherry silenced any possible claim of unvirtue by the groom or his family. The family honour cannot be taken lightly.
With his drastic action he also extended his genetic heritage into the next generation by ensuring my mum was the product of himself and his own daughter. My mum's granddad was also her dad, and everybody in the family knew it.
When it was my mum's turn to marry, my granddad did as his father had done before him. My granddad fucked my mum at the wedding party. He filled her never used before pussy with his incestuous seed. But mum had outwitted my granddad by informing my dad the day before their wedding. Knowing what was going to happen they understood my mum's deflowering by her father was inevitable. But they decided they were going to refuse him an incestuous child.
The penis having the form it has, especially the mushroom-like glans, is designed to remove all sperm inside the vagina and replace this with a potent load of its own. Sloppy seconds means scraping out the already present spending, pump the cum to the outside, and injecting a fresh load deep inside. So dad mounted my mum immediately after my granddad had delivered his seed. Before his sperm swam into my mum's cervix dad raked it out again and replaced it with his own. This way my dad had ensured that my genes were strengthened and not the product of repeated incestuous mating.
Nowadays our family wedding parties are evolved into crazy sex marathons, where all the present married males try to impregnate the bride while the groom tries to avoid this.
My cock being not the largest in town, my mum came to my rescue and fixed me with some tricks to enhance my chances to deliver the entire day, from the ceremonial break-in of my Eve by dad at noon, until the end of the party at midnight. All present males will challenge my girl during twelve long hours, and I can't afford to falter and risk her getting knocked up by someone's stray cum.
During the day all common activities of a normal wedding still occur, like the wedding dinner and reception. But I can't keep an uninterrupted eye on Eve all day, so there is danger all the time. Some uncle or nephew or any guest of the wedding can nail my Eve without me realising right away that her vagina is filled up again and in need of immediate cleaning. Every second delay gives the little beasts a better chance of reaching their final destination.
More so since all weddings in our family are carefully planned to coincide with the most fertile days of the bride. This results every time in a certain pregnancy, so there's no room for error. Just one lack of immediate counter action allows the wrong seed to swim into the brides sanctum. Once passed her cervix the little swimmers have carte blanche to do their evil and everlasting work inside the uterus.
So my mum came to my help. When our wedding day was decided on the advice of the family doctor she took me apart that night and filled me in on all the dirty family traditions.
"Dave, you're aware of the sexual attics in our family. You've witnessed what's going on at the weddings since you're eighteen. But you were not allowed to participate since you were not a married man.
"The wedding will be final once dad has desecrated your Eve by taking her cherry. I won't say it nicer than it is, for it's an outraged carnal attack on Eve which takes twelve hours. And I trust she'll love it. Actually most women in our family do. But for you this day will not be that pleasurable. Your time will come at future weddings. Quite a few nephews and nieces are planning to marry, and your sister Amy will follow next year. As a married man you will be expected to do your thing and bring pleasure to the brides. Those are the days you can eat your heart out.
"Your single goal this time will be to try to make Eve's first born your own child. Mark is very happy you are his own son, and deep inside he wishes you to achieve the same. Nowadays this is much more complicated, since in our time we had only to survive granddad's assault.
"I replaced dad's sex pills with a placebo. Here are his MaxPerformers. You take one pill every day until the wedding next month. It will make your dick bigger and longer, and give you more stamina. That way you will be better equipped to clean out Eve's love box from all the baby batter. You have to make sure to reach her bottom every time to scrape out all the sperm, especially deep down close to her cervix.