Wedding Night

Keep smiling, Carol Cronin thought. Just keep smiling.

In just a week, she would be married, and it was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. Right now, she and Brad were surrounded by friends, relatives, and well-wishers as the rehearsal dinner was winding down.

I should be glowing with happiness, she thought. Everything's perfect. We have this wonderful hotel, great food, everyone's laughing and talking and having a good time. Except me.

Upcoming nuptials should be joyful, but Carol felt empty. Deep down she knew why, but was unwilling to admit it to herself.

"Are you okay, honey?" Brad asked.

"Just a little tired, that's all." She brushed a loose strand of blonde hair out of her eyes.

"Poor darling." He gave her a small smile. "You have so much to do, and I'm useless."

"Oh, don't say that. You've been doing plenty."

"Not having second thoughts?"

"Only about dessert."

He laughed, and rose to mingle with the guests. Carol toyed with the food on her plate, and decided she needed some air.

"Brad, I'm going up to my room."

"I could join you," he said, his eyes gleaming with hope.

Carol shook her head. "Not until the wedding night."

"I know, I know."

Carol left the banquet hall and strode toward the lobby. All eyes were on her, and why not? Golden tresses danced around her shoulders, a snug emerald gown clung to every perfect curve, and her neckline plunged to plenteous cleavage.

Carol glanced into the restaurant for a second and her jaw dropped. She stopped in mid-stride and took a longer look. Could it be? Carol took a closer look at the man sipping a glass of wine as he waited to pay for the dinner he had just finished. She walked over to his table.

"Dad?" she said softly.

"Oh, my God."

Carol had not seen Jerome Cronin since the trial seven years ago, when she was twenty. Prison had greyed the once-blond hair so like her own, and diminished his once gregarious personality, but he had kept fit over the years, and her heart thrilled at seeing him again. She wanted to embrace him, but he stiffened. And they had once been so close, as close together as two people can be …

"I'm sorry, Carol," he said. "I had no idea you were here, otherwise--"

"Please Dad, it's been so long," Carol pleaded. "I'm getting married next week. We're just finishing up the rehearsal dinner."

"That's wonderful, honey. I wish I could be there to give you away, but that damn no-contact order-- If anyone sees us together, I could get five years. I had no idea you were here. The only reason I am is because it's close to the airport. I'm leaving tomorrow morning."

"Dad, please! Who has to know? I don't know anybody here, it's all Brad's family and friends."

"What does he know about us?"

"I told him you were in prison, but I never told him why."

"Good girl."

"I love you, Dad. I never thought of myself as a victim, no matter what the prosecutor said."

"Oh, Carol, if only--"

Carol placed her fingers on his lips, silencing him. The very touch sent electric shivers through her body.

"I understand, Dad," she said. "But don't you at least want to see me in my wedding gown before you go?"

He smiled. "Of course, dear. Are you staying in this hotel?"

Taking his hand, Carol led her father through the lobby to the elevator. Once the doors closed, at last, they embraced, and as the car rose to Carol's floor, their fingers gently intertwined.

"I've missed you, Carol."

"I've missed you too, Dad."

Carol ducked into the bathroom to change gowns, memories of her affair with her father so long ago coming back to life. The authorities never listened to her, and she still cursed herself for keeping that diary her mother found, the diary that brought her castle in the clouds crashing to earth.

For seven years, there was no word. Her letters to him were returned, and she was not allowed to visit him. Carol never thought she'd see Jerry again, and now, the miracle had happened.

Carol stepped back out into the room. The white satin gown had a daring neckline that dipped low enough to show just a hint of cleavage, and the rest outlined her curves to the waist; from there the long, flowing fabric dipped to the floor so that when Carol moved, it appeared as it she were floating.

Jerry stared at her, rapt.

"Like it, Dad?"

"It's beautiful, honey. Just like you. Let me get a closer look."

With that he rose, took Carol's hands and she twirled for him, a twinkle in her dazzling hazel eyes, a genetic gift from her mother. They gazed at one another for a moment, and then their eyes locked.

"Oh, Carol …"

In that moment, they both knew nothing had changed. Carol's lips parted as her father drew her close, and when they kissed, time and tragedy melted away. How she had missed his kisses, his caresses! He drew her tongue into his mouth and gently mingled it with his own.

"My darling, my darling," Jerry whispered. "How I've dreamed of you!"

"Kiss me again, Dad."

Now the edge of his teeth nibbled gently down her neck as Carol pressed her body close to his. Jerry's dick, stiff, hard and hot, seemed to burn the fabric between them. Carol ground her rapidly moistening pussy against it, her breath coming in short, passionate bursts.

"Dad! Dad!" she cried.

Jerry's fingers found the gown's zipper, and the soft fabric parted. Carol stepped back, letting the gown drop, revealing the perfect, soft cantaloupes that were her breasts, the nipples like cherry pits, as stiff and demanding as Jerry's cock.

As Carol nearly swooned, Jerry gathered them in his palms, his eyes ablaze with lust.

"Oh, honey, they're just like I remember them," he said. "They're ideal, they're--"

"Bite them, Dad!"

Jerry dipped his head and drew one of the fiery nipples into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth. Carol started pulling his clothing apart; when he looked up at her, he kissed her again, and their fingers flew as they removed each other's clothing.

Naked now, except for Carol's white four-inch high heels, Jerry led his daughter over to the bed. Their mouths met again as they caressed each other, their bodies becoming familiar again.

Carol's fingers closed around Jerry's long red cock.

Could it be longer than I remember? she thought as she stroked it, its heat almost scorching her palm, its throbbing matching her own heartbeat. Lower now, cupping his tight hot balls.

"Keep doing that and you'll bring me off too soon," he gasped.

"We have all night," she replied, and then swooped down, taking his cock into her mouth in one quick gulp.

"Carol!" he cried, falling back on the bed.

Carol bobbed her head fiercely on his stiff rod, her golden hair spilling over his groin, her jiggling breasts bouncing on his thigh.

Jerry lifted her face and maneuvered underneath her, positioning her pussy above his lips. Drops of dew splashed on his chin as be extended his tongue.

Carol shivered. How she had missed this! Brad never gave her any head; he found it distasteful.

"Dad!" she cried as his tongue parted her pussy lips and began to probe inside her hot, damp cunt. Finding her clit with his free hand, Jerry gave her dual stimulation with fingers and tongue.

When the first spasms began, Carol lifted her face from her father's cock. She bucked her pussy against his chin, muffling his grunts and cries.

"Arrgh!" she barked. "Uh! More! Dad! More! Aagh!"

Two, three orgasms shook her body as she drenched her father in pussy juice. He stopped licking her to catch his breath, and she took the opportunity to turn around on the bed and nestle in his arms.

"Oh, Dad, you're just as good as ever," Carol purred. "I haven't come that hard since the last time we--"

"I know," he whispered, and kissed her again. "You're so beautiful, Carol."

Jerry pressed their bodies together. Carol eased onto her back and parted her smooth tan thighs. Jerry positioned himself above her, his prick at the ready. Carol arched her back and the throbbing tip slipped in. Carol shuddered with pleasure as Jerry sank slowly into her steamy depths.

"I love you," Jerry whispered as he maneuvered inside his daughter. "I've wanted this again for so long."

"I need your cock!" Carol cried.

Jerry didn't need to be told twice. As he rammed his rod deep inside, Carol began to respond, another orgasm building quickly. Jerry grunted and humped away. Carol wrapped her legs around his, her high heels digging into the mattress.

As their bodies thrashed on the bed, as they held each other tight in lustful embrace, Carol knew her world had changed forever. Before today, she thought she could let her love for Jerry recede into the past as a tragic memory. But fresh thrills of passion rolled over Carol with every thrust of Jerry's cock. Carol loved him like no other and would never let him go.

"Dad! Dad!" she cried. "Uh! Uh!"

Jerry's eyes blazed with years of pent-up lust, tinged with just a hint of disbelief that, at last, he was in Carol's arms again. His head descended, and their mouths ground together. Whenever Dad did that while making love, Carol knew, it was a sign that he was about to blow his wad. The thought triggered Carol's next orgasm, and then Jerry snapped his head back.

"Arrhh!" he howled, his face a bright crimson, his eyes closed.

Then Carol felt it, the hot streaks deep in her pussy as Jerry blasted his sperm into her. Years of constrained passion, longing and sexual frustration found sweet release at last as his cock continued to pound into the horny young woman.

"Yes, Dad! Yes!" Carol barked. "Give it to me! Give it all to me!"

One last thrust to the hilt, and Jerry stopped, the last of his sperm leaping from his cock into Carol's clamping cunt.

They kissed again, gently, and fell apart, spent for the moment.

"Dad, you've never been this good," Carol sighed as she nestled in his arms, her head on his shoulder.

"Will I ever see you again?" Jerry asked. "What happens after you get married? What do we do then?"

"I'm not going through with it," Carol replied. "I think this was my real wedding night."

"What?"

"You said you were flying somewhere tomorrow. Where are you going?"

He hesitated, then said, "Switzerland."

"Why?"

"Years ago, I stashed a couple of hundred thousand in a Swiss account. I never told your mother, and a good thing I didn't, otherwise I'd be in worse trouble now. I've set up a separate identity. I'm going to disappear."

"But Dad, why?"

"If I stay here, I have to register as a sex offender, live under all kinds of parole conditions, and never, ever see you again. I used to be a doctor, and now I'd be lucky to get a job emptying bedpans. The last seven years have been hell, Carol. I didn't know if you were alive or dead, how you felt about me, or if you cared about me once they put me away."

"I'm going with you," Carol said. "You need someone to take care of you, Dad. Someone to love you. I can't marry Brad after this. We can both have new identities. Don't leave me now."

With that, Carol kissed her father again, even as her skilled slender fingers coaxed his cock back to life.

"Got your passport?" he asked as Carol straddled his thighs.

"Uh-huh," she whispered as she guided Jerry's newly erect prick between her pussy lips. "I love you, Dad."

His reply was lost as Carol rocked gently on his cock, never to be denied again.

END