Subject: Wedding Bells
Story Codes: MF oral inc father daughter
Diary Date: August 27, 2011
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Was I dreaming? Could this be real? After so much has happened could I
actually be getting married? Could it possibly live up to expectations?
After all, I'd been dreaming about this day since I was a little girl and
even written stories about my fantasy wedding. I had everything planned
down to the smallest detail - or so I thought.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Wedding Dreams
Chapter 2 - Getting Ready
Chapter 3 - One Last Time With My Dad
Chapter 4 - The Ceremony
Chapter 5 - Consummating the Marriage
Chapter 6 - Filling in the Gaps
Chapter 1 - Wedding Dreams
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The most beautiful white wedding dress, a church filled with friends and
family, flowers everywhere, a giant extravagant wedding cake, the sun
shining brightly overhead, a large wedding party, beaming parents and
grandparents seated proudly in the front row... what girl doesn’t dream
of the day she gets married from the time she sees her first wedding? How
many bridal magazines are bought every day by girls without even a
boyfriend at the time just so they can fantasize about being the
beautiful bride on the cover?
As for me, I had kept a box filled with all my ideas and plans that had
grown from a small shoebox to a much larger version over the years. It
included invitations and programs from weddings I’d either attended or
been a part of in the past. (Yes, I had been the proverbial “always a
bridesmaid, never a bride” for many years with the ugly dresses in the
closet to prove it.) Clippings from magazines, newspaper articles I’d
read, advertising materials from caterers, florists, and chauffeurs; it
all made it to the dream box I kept in my bedroom while growing up. Over
the years the type of service, indoors versus outdoors, the dress,
flowers, colors of the bridesmaid dresses - and styles, it all changed
based on my mood and the state of my life at the time. One thing never
changed - the moment I said “I do”.
So as I entered the second quarter century of my life I had just about
everything I needed for the wedding except to one teenie weenie little
detail - the groom. All through high school and college I was never
lacking for boyfriends but they were really more boys who were friends
than anyone I wanted to marry. Like so many girls I’d had a HUGE crush
on my first boyfriend and even though I was just fourteen at the time, I
knew as certain as the sun rises in the east that I’d met the guy I would
marry someday. He was my first - and only, for months after we first did
it as I couldn't imagine giving myself to anyone else but my future
husband. You can just imagine how shocked I was when he told me that he
was moving away to the west coast, leaving me despondent and convinced I
would die an old maid. I want even fifteen yet but was convinced that
love had passed me by.
I’ll let the psychoanalysts make the call but if I’m honest with myself
then maybe it was this feeling of loss and despair that led me to become
the class slut. Heck, I think I qualified eventually as the SCHOOL slut
although my younger cousin gave me a run for the title. Once I realized
how much guys wanted me and the lengths to which they would go to have me
it became like an addiction. It didn't hurt that I LOVED sex. It also
helped that my parents, especially my mother, encouraged me to act out my
dreams and fantasies. She even convinced my gynecologist to put me on
the pill when I was fourteen. Mom wasn't the only one interested in my
sexual exploits. Both of my parents went out of their way to make it
easy for me to bring guys home rather than having to hide in the backseat
of some car. I suppose them being able to peek in and watch didn’t hurt
either.
Still, there’s a BIG difference between enjoying being with a guy for sex
and wanting to live your life with him. While I did have a few guys I
got closer to, something always seemed to get in the way. At the end of
my senior year I thought I had finally met “the one” only to find that
once I left for a college that was hours away and thus he couldn't fuck
me whenever he wanted that he dropped me like a hot stone. It taught me
a valuable lesson in that I became a bit cynical as I realized the
lengths that guys would go to and how they would say just about anything
to get in my pants. So far as I was concerned, when they said “I love
you” it was really just another way of saying “I want to fuck you”.
A few years ago I finally met him, the guy I just KNEW I wanted to marry.
Duane was everything I’d dreamed of, or so it seemed, and I was totally
convinced that he was the going to propose at any moment. As much as I
was excited about the upcoming event, I was also nervous in that Duane
didn’t know anything about my incestuous background. Would he understand
that as my father’s daughter I had duties and responsibilities that were
just as important as my future duties as a wife and mother? Would he
object to my relationships with other members of my family? Could he ever
truly comprehend the love and closeness that I had with my family because
of incest when he had never been exposed to it before and only knew what
he saw in the newspapers and 20/20 episodes??
Rather than come right out and tell him, I decided to introduce him one
step at a time. At the time I was heavily influenced by my mother’s
belief that adultery was a cardinal sin and a violation of the Ten
Commandments. Thus once I was married, sex outside my immediate family
would be out of the question. However, that also meant for my future
husband that he would be free to enjoy the women in my family - so long
as it was someone in my family and NOT just any girl off the street.
After all, incest is NOT adultery since it stays within my marriage
family. (Just a note - since then my parents have divorced and I now
consider adultery to be the act of CHEATING on your spouse, not just
having sex with other people.)
So I told Duane about my Aunt Linda and cousin Kristi who had slept
together since their husband and father had divorced them just a couple
of years after Kristi was born. I figured if Duane could deal with THAT
bit of information then maybe I could tell him about mom and my father.
Besides, I knew he wanted to have sex with them both anyway and this was
basically giving him permission to do so.
Another lesson learned and this was a hard one. Duane did NOT react well
to the news and before it was over I lost my job and what looked to be my
entire teaching career. It was only the intervention of my father that
salvaged anything. What he said to Duane that night neither of them ever
told me but at least it stopped things in their tracks before they got
any worse. Still, it took years to repair the damage - both to my career
and to my heart.
Then my fairy tale fantasies came true. Imagine my surprise the day in
church when Steve tapped me on the shoulder and I turned to see my old
boyfriend had returned! As it turned out, my original prediction
regarding him from back when we first dated came true. How many girls
can say that the first guy they had sex with, the first guy they thought
they would marry, would actually BE the one they married?
After the Duane incident, perhaps the scariest time for me was the day I
told Steve about me and my dad. Unlike what I did with Duane, I came out
and just spilled everything. It was a little easier as Steve was not
entirely a stranger to incest. Once when we dated his mother caught us
having sex and one thing led to another. Although they both claim nothing
like that ever happened again, they were a lot closer than your average
son and mother. Seeing them kissing and cuddling made me wonder about
them at first, especially when the fondling got hot and heavy but it was
always over their clothes and never went any further than that.
Steve actually didn't believe me at first, assuming it was another
practical joke like the ones I enjoyed playing on him. I guess I
couldn't really blame him but the only way to convince him was to show
him. Well, THAT settled the issue and the next day he proposed to me so
I was glad I hadn’t waited any longer. While we both have agreed that
what goes on between me and my dad stays between me and my dad, he didn't
hesitate when it came to taking advantage of the situation. Surprisingly
to me, it was my Aunt Linda that he was most attracted to and then my own
mother. For a guy who has a fetish for younger girls, for whatever
reason he likes the older ones when it comes to my family.
So after a nine month engagement, the moment was almost here. Everything
was in place and there wasn’t a whole lot left to do at this point. The
previous night we’d had our rehearsal and dinner which went off
splendidly. One thing I did take note of was that even though I thought
I had everything planned down to the smallest detail, there were still a
few surprises. For instance, I hadn’t figured that less than ten minutes
after arriving that my dad’s oldest brother would be doing me in the coat
room. I also hadn’t even had the slightest idea that my cousin would be
doing the groom and his brother between the rehearsal and dinner.
Looking back it shouldn’t have surprised me but who can predict
everything?
Without a doubt the biggest surprise was when I learned that Jim and
Sharon, Steve’s younger siblings, also had sex during the rehearsal
dinner. Now THAT really shocked me as I had no idea that sort of thing
was going on and I couldn't wait to corner Sharon later to find out more
about it. I knew she had a crush on her older brother back in high
school but never once had she hinted about any longings for her younger
brother.
Now it was August 27th, the day that would forever more be on my calendar
as my wedding anniversary. I woke in the morning groggy and sleepy.
Ideally I would’ve had a good night’s sleep but when my cousin gets in
bed with me it’s not like either of us can just turn on our sides and
ignore the other. In the end it turned out to be a great way to spend
our last night together as roomies. Certainly there would be other
nights but never again as two single cousins. Actually I didn't even
remember falling asleep as somewhere along the line I just became so
exhausted that I more or less passed out in the middle of things.
I was the first to wake and I laid there motionless, enjoying the feel of
Kristi’s warm nude body snuggled up against mine. Somehow or another I’d
ended up on my back with Kristi laying on her side, one leg draped over
me and an arm over my chest with her head resting on my shoulder. My
left arm was under her head and I reached down and felt her bare butt,
running my fingers lightly along the curve of her hips. She stirred at my
touch but didn't wake; if anything she just seemed to press in tighter
against me. I had to wiggle under her just a little to get comfortable
and as I did I felt her smooth crotch pressing in tight against my upper
thigh. Mmmmmmm, I wished I was the one on top right now as I knew where
my head would have been before long.
Reaching over with my right hand, I gently stroked my cousin’s hair away
from her face. She looked so peaceful and innocent when she was asleep,
not a hint of the sexuality she had oozed just a few hours earlier.
Reaching down, I adjusted my boob under her as hers pressed down against
it. My pussy tingled as I remembered how good her mouth had felt on me
and how badly I wanted her again.
I’ve been with a number of women over my lifetime although only a small
fraction compared to the number of guys. Unlike guys, who I’m willing to
have fun with regardless of who they are, I tend to lean towards the
women in my life I know and am comfortable with when it comes to sex.
Even then it’s a world of difference having sex with a girlfriend as
compared to being with your mother or cousin. There’s a sense of
intimacy that just can’t be matched when you’re with someone you’ve
literally known all your life. Neither Kristi or I had a sibling so we
pretty much grew up as sisters more than cousins. With her mother being
divorced, sometimes it seemed that they spent more time at our house than
their own. Of course it didn’t hurt that my aunt loved sex with my dad
even though I didn't know about THAT until I was having sex with him
myself.
As my fingers ran slowly up Kristi’s bare back and then back down to her
cute little butt, my other hand gently touched the sides of her perky
boob and then I carefully squeezed my fingers under it so they were
between our boobs, allowing me to cup her breast in my hand and slowly
massage it. God her breast felt so good in my hand and I loved the way
the back of my hand felt against my own hardening nipple. Apparently she
liked it as well as she stirred again and I saw her eyes start to flicker
open.
“Good morning sweetie,” I greeting her softly, twisting my body so we
were now facing each other on the bed. I put my arm around her and
pulled her in tightly to me, pressing my leg in between hers and pushing
it up tight into her crotch. Her pussy felt so warm against the top of
my leg and I moved it just enough to rub her gently. Our boobs rubbed p
against each other and I could feel my nipples move against hers.
“Mmmmmmm, that feels so good,” her first words came out. She had her
eyes closed again but I knew she wasn't sleeping anymore as I felt her
arch her back and press herself in tighter against my leg. Then she
started to slowly hump against me, rubbing her pussy on me.
“Fuck I’m so damn horny,” she whispered under breath as she humped
against me more. Well, so much for getting out of bed early!
Later as I showered all I could think about was the upcoming events! So
far the day had started out perfectly. While I hadn’t planned on 69’ing
my cousin before even getting out of bed, it was definitely a good omen
for the day to come. Like the day was barely underway and already I’d
cum twice!
Chapter 2 - Getting Ready
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Fortunately I’d woke with enough time to get the morning started right
with my cousin as we were both due at the salon by 8:30. Ever mindful of
her duties, my Maid of Honor was calling me a half hour beforehand to
make sure my alarm had gone off. Hillary was 40 years old and a good
friend of mine. We taught together as a team at the small Christian
school where I teach. Hillary and I had become quite close over the past
year or so and it just felt right to ask her. It also gave me a bit of
an excuse for not choosing any of my friends over the other when it came
to the MOH thing. Some decision are just impossible to make and I never
claimed to be Solomon
My other bridesmaids were going to be Beth - my absolute BFF who I think
was a bit disappointed not to be the MOH but she dealt with it nicely.
Then there was Brenda, my freshman year college roomie who also had the
distinction of being my first lesbian experience (I don’t count my mom
and aunt as that was family). Samantha is probably best known to people
who read my diary as the girl who got me to try sex with her dog. Nancy
was also one of my longtime good friends, best known for her obsession
with Truth or Dare. Finally there was Carrie, a close friend of Kristi
with whom I’d spent quite a few fun times with. I decided NOT to include
any relatives in my bridal party just so I wouldn’t hurt anybody’s
feelings. Even so, I still invited Kristi and my other cousin Tammy to
join us for the preparations. Sharon was also invited. I probably
should have included her as a bridesmaid but to be honest I wasn’t even
100% sure she would make the wedding until I actually saw her at the
rehearsal.
The colors for my wedding were pink and grey. The bridesmaid dresses
were pink with grey trim while the groomsmen would wear grey suits with
white shirts, pink vests and pink ties. When we got our nails done I
stuck with just simple light pink nails with light grey tips. We all had
them done the same of course, but when it came to hair it was every girl
for herself!
With all the hustle and bustle of the rehearsal, this was the first time
I actually got to spend some time alone with Sharon. It had been years
since we had been together yet it seemed like just yesterday when we were
young teenagers dealing as best we could with our erupting hormones. As
was the case with all my friends at that age, we never actually touched
one another but we did masturbate sometimes when we got especially hot
talking about some guy we knew. Once I started dating her brother most
of those times revolved around me telling her the latest dirt on what
Steve and I had done. Perhaps I should have felt guilty for teasing her
when I knew how badly she wanted her brother for herself but I never did.
After what had happened the previous night, or at least what I assumed
had happened between her and her younger brother, I couldn't wait to get
her off to the side for a few minutes. With so many of us crammed into
the salon, privacy was not easily found but eventually we managed to get
a few moments when we could be relatively alone.
“OK girl, spill it,” I demanded as we sat on two chairs facing one
another.
“Why Kelly, what in the world are you talking about?” she replied coyly,
pretending to be clueless. For a moment she tried to appear serious but
then she couldn't contain herself anymore and broke out into a huge grin.
“OK, so what can I say? I know it must freak you out to think of me
having sex with my brother but don’t knock it ‘til you try it.”
I almost burst out laughing. Wow, if she only knew! Still, I didn't give
her any clue as to my own history of incest. Talk about don’t knock it
‘til you try it, she had no idea!
“So how... I mean when did this all start?” I stammered, pretending to be
flustered somewhat.
Sharon quickly gave me a rundown about how after they had moved to
California. It seemed like everyone was stuck up and with Sharon being
a little on the heavy side back then the guys wouldn’t talk to her so her
younger brother came to her defense. Not bad for an eighth grader
considering how immature he had been when they were in Pittsburgh. She
said that Steve just ignored her all the more now that he wasn't dating
her best friend anymore so it was just natural for her and Jim to grow
closer. Finally one day when she was upset about not being invited to a
dance it happened. She said she felt incredibly guilty afterwards and a
little bit dirty but she couldn't stop herself and so their relationship
deepened.
We didn't have much more time but she mentioned that it got pretty tense
when her mom found out. Apparently she came home early one day and
caught the two of them in her bed and all hell had broken out. Still,
they refused to stop despite her demands and eventually her mom and Steve
just ignored them so long as they didn't do it in front of anyone.
“So you guys have sex all the time still?” I asked, trying to sound
incredulous at the stunning news.
“Oh yeah. I even think we might move somewhere new where people don’t
know us and get married,” she gushed.
Now THAT did make my jaw drop. I’m a firm believer in the potential
benefits of incest when done in the proper setting but to MARRY your own
brother? It was something I would never have even considered in a
fantasy. Marriage would mean having kids and although I know of people
who do that, it wasn't something I would ever do myself. People have
asked me if I would ever have my father’s child and my answer has always
been a vehement NO. (Of course, the fact he got a vasectomy after my
mom’s difficult birth with me made the whole point rather moot.)
That was all we had time for, leaving me with a thousand more questions
that I hoped to have time for later. With us leaving for our honeymoon
the morning after the wedding I wondered if Sharon and I would have any
time as the schedule was pretty stuffed as it was. Sitting back in the
salon chair I tried to digest the new information. It certainly helped
me to understand a few things better, such as why neither Steve or his
mom liked to discuss the topic of incest. It also helped me to
understand why even though they each obviously had carnal desires for the
other neither of them was willing to cross the line - although they
certainly pushed it about as far as they could.
It was interesting to see the difference in how people react to such
situations. In a perfect world the relationship between Sharon and Jim
would have paved the way for the rest of their family to become involved
but in the real world, it actually accomplished the opposite. I wondered
if the two of them had not started having sex if Steve and his mom would
have gone on to the next step. Oh well, that was the way it was but it
made me feel better to finally understand a situation that had baffled me
for the past year or so.
There’s just something about spending the morning, lunch, and then the
afternoon with friends and family doing fun things like nails, makeup and
hair that just makes you feel special. I looked in the mirror when all
was said and done and I wanted to cry. It had been ages since I’d been
doted on this way and I loved the way the girl had done my hair, exactly
the way it looked in the magazine photo I’d shown her. I felt like a
princess ready for her royal wedding. Well, the country club may not be
Buckingham Palace but it was MY wedding this time and because of that it
was going to be the most special one ever.
Chapter 3 - One Last Time With My Dad
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We arrived at the country club a couple of hours before the wedding.
Special rooms had been set aside for the wedding party with the guys off
somewhere in theirs and all us girls in our own. I never did see where
the guys were. For that matter we hadn’t seen any of them all day.
Steve had mentioned something about some massive video game tournament so
I left him to do his thing while I had my day with my girls.
The room was decked out with flowers and ribbons. Someone had brought in
a portable player and had their phone or whatever hooked up to play
music. There was a table of finger foods which I tried to stay away from
as the last thing I needed was to spill something on me or stain my
fingers or dirty a nail. In the far corner was my wedding dress, hanging
up waiting for me. I LOVED my dress. After all the ones I’d tried on
it was the one that I knew was the perfect one the moment I looked in the
mirrors. I still tried on some others but once I’d seen it I was just
going through the motions. My aunt made sure the price tags were hidden
so I never did find out exactly what it cost after the alterations but
from the way my dad teased me I got the idea it wasn’t exactly cheap. Oh
well, it’s something you only buy once and even though you only wear it
for a few hours it’s the memories that last a lifetime.
The photographers were everyone it seemed. There were three guys with
cameras and one with a video recorder. The head guy was giving
directions to the other three who pretty much stayed in the background
taking shots of everyone else while he pretty much focused on me. My mom
was with me the whole time for emotional support while my aunt hovered,
keeping track of all the details. I wore just a robe while the girls all
changed into their gowns and then they left, leaving just me and my mom
with the head photographer.
I saw my mom talking to the photographer as I sat in a chair next to my
gown, waiting for her instructions. She and the photographer were
apparently discussing the shots she wanted with her doing all the talking
and him just nodding his head with a serious expression. I’d never met
the guy until the rehearsal the previous night and even then, we hadn’t
exchanged anything more than what it took to get the shots he wanted. He
was actually quite handsome, probably in his late thirties or early
forties if I had to guess. He wore black everything - black pants, a
black t-shirt, black shoes and socks. I couldn't help but smile as he
looked just as I imagined a cat burglar might dress before a heist.
“OK, I think we’re ready now,” my mom announced as the two of them
approached me, “Let’s take a few first for your special album, what do
you say?”
We had talked in the past about the photos I wanted for my wedding. Of
course I wanted all the usual shots but I also wanted to have something
special that I could share with my husband after the wedding. Although
he wasn't allowed to be anywhere near me now, I wanted him to be able to
see the preparations for the wedding someday.
I stood up and she got in behind me and helped me remove the robe. I was
nude underneath and while I assumed my mom had this all worked out with
the photographer, I was still pleased to see his eyes widen just a little
and then he regained his professional demeanor and got busy with the
camera. As he took an almost continuous series of shots (isn’t digital
photography just the best thing ever invented?) I dropped the robe behind
me into my mother’s arms and stood there posing nude for the camera.
I got the idea quickly that this was not his first experience with erotic
photography as he immediately began giving me direction for how to pose.
These were not just porn shots but more what I would call erotic
photography. Yes, I was nude but still there was a feeling of good taste
about every shot. There actually was very little that was sexy per se in
that he didn't have me touch myself in any blatant way. It was more like
he was trying to tell a story in photos, of a girl preparing herself for
her upcoming wedding, gazing out the window, holding a photo of my
fiancé, checking out my wedding dress.
After he had taken the nudes my mom stepped in to help me get dressed. I
sat down in the chair as she put on my garter. If the photographer had
any thoughts about how she caressed my bare leg in the process he kept
them to himself but he had to have sense of how close my mother and I
were and I just hoped he was managing to capture those feelings in the
photos he was shooting.
Again, if the guy had any questions about me not putting on any panties
as my mom helped me with my dress he kept those to himself as well. That
was one thing I’d decided long ago. There was no way I was going to be
wearing anything under there for when my husband got down to retrieve the
garter. Plus there was the naughty feeling it was already giving me to
know I would be standing in front of all those people completely bare ass
under my dress.
Finally I was encased in the dress. What I mean is a wedding dress is
NOT something you just slip on and off, at least not the one I chose.
There were enough ties, snaps, and hooks to make it more like a strait
jacket. Once on, it wasn't coming off again until the night was over! I
looked in the mirror and again it was all I could do to keep the tears at
bay so as not to ruin my makeup. My mom looked at me and I could see her
over my shoulder behind me in the mirror, She was beaming. Indeed, her
little girl was about to get married.
“You look stunning,” my mom said, her voice choking up a bit as well as
her emotions seemed to be about to get the better of her. I wanted to
kiss her and hug her but that would have to wait.
“I love you mom,” was all I could get out.
“I love you too baby,” she replied. Then she shooed out the photographer
and it was just the two of us for the moment.
“I need to go take care of something,” she said cryptically. “But I know
someone wants to see you right about now.”
She was beaming and while I wasn't exactly sure what she needed to do, I
had a pretty good idea of who she was talking about when it came to being
with me. There was just one man in the world right now I wanted to see
- my father.
She gave me a peck on the cheek and walked out from the room. I turned
to look out the window which overlooked the putting green where the
ceremony was to take place. Everything looked wonderful. My heart about
burst as I thought about how so many people had worked so hard to make
this day perfect for me. I looked down and saw Steve with his guys. The
windows were tinted and with the sun as it was I knew he couldn’t see me.
He looked SOOOOOO handsome. It was hard to believe that in just an hour
or so he was going to be my husband, my soul mate and partner for life.
Just then I heard the door opening behind me. I stood there silently,
listening to the approaching footsteps as my heart rate climbed.
“Wow... You are the most beautiful sight I have ever seen.”
I turned and smiled at my father. He looked so handsome! He was wearing
the same style suit as Steve and the groomsmen. For a moment we just
stood there a few feet apart, a father and his adoring daughter just
minutes before her marriage. This was to be the last time I would be
with him this way. Forever more I would still be his daughter, but I
would also be another man’s wife. This moment was so special as it was
the last time I would be just his.
“I love you so much daddy, thank you so much for everything,” I said, my
voice breaking as I was barely able to contain my tears.
He stepped forward and put his arms around me, holding me tightly against
him. I felt so protected, so safe in his arms. All my life this was
the man I’d turned to when I needed protection. He was the one man who
never betrayed me, never failed to be there when I needed him.
Everything I had I owed to him.
“I love you too Kelly,” he whispered to me. I could tell he was feeling
as emotional as I was.
“Show me daddy.. show me one last time how much you love me.”
Indeed, that was what I wanted more than anything else at this particular
moment. It is important to note that I did not ask him to “prove” his
love to me as I would never question my father’s love for his only
daughter. It was more the symbolic nature that counted. Words can only
go so far before actions are needed. While my dad has told me more times
than I could ever count how much he cares for me and loves me, when I
feel him inside of me it takes me to an entirely higher level. Not only
does it demonstrate his love and respect for me, but it is also a symbol
of his lust for me which has supported me through those days when I felt
ugly or unwanted. To have your own father desire you in the most
intimate manner he can express is something that I can never fully
express. Only a girl who has felt herself mated with her father, to feel
her body joined with him and then to feel him moving deep inside of her
can truly understand my desires at that moment.
“I would do anything for you baby,” he whispered to me, “Just tell me
what you want.”
Of course he knew what I wanted, that wasn't the point. It wasn't the
same “want” I feel when Steve is about to fuck me, and nothing like the
urge I get when I am about to be taken by someone whom I’ve never met
before. This was something special, something unique, something I could
never share with any other man in the entire world because only one man
is my father.
“Make love to me daddy,” I said ever so softly.
At that I saw tears begin to stream from his face. For the first time in
my life I asked my father no to just fuck me but instead to make love to
me. It was not something that came easily to my lips. Indeed, the only
man I ever intended to make love to me was to be my husband. Anyone
else, no matter who he might be, could only “fuck” me. To be honest, I
think I was as shocked as he was to hear those words as I had never
dreamed or planned to say that to him. Indeed, whenever I fantasized
about this moment the words were always along the lines of, “Fuck me
daddy, fuck your little girl before she gets married.”
“Oh baby, you have no idea how much that means to me,” he said in a voice
hoarse with emotion.
With that I turned around and twisted the chair around so that I was
holding onto the back of it for support, facing the large window so that
I could see the people assembling for the upcoming ceremony. The chairs
were already three- quarters filled and more people were waiting to be
seated by the ushers. As I watched I leaned forward and felt my dad
raising up the back of my wedding gown. It wasn't quite as simple as
flipping up a miniskirt and I could only imagine how it was bunched up on
my back. Then I felt his large hand on my bare bottom as his dick
pressed into my exposed butt.
A sigh escaped my lips as I felt his erection pressing against my
welcoming pussy. He had his hand around his hard shaft, sliding it up
and down my wet pussy slit. I gasped as he rubbed the head against my
sensitive clit and then teasing the opening of my wet pussy with it.
“This is just for you baby,” he whispered as I felt him penetrate me. Oh
god, he did it soooooo slowly. It was like he wanted to savor every
moment he could as he ever so slowly pushed himself inside of me. Inch
by inch I felt his dick sliding into me, filling me more and more as he
went.
“Oh daddy!” I sighed as he bottomed out inside of me. His bushy pubic
hair felt soft against my smooth butt as he pushed his crotch up against
my ass.
As my dad’s dick entered me, I couldn't take my eyes off the crowd,
watching the various friends and relatives as my father began to stroke
himself in and out of me. Oh my god, there were my kids from school last
year! I even saw little Kaylyn and memories of what I’d witnessed at her
house a few months earlier came flooding back. God, if only she could
see me now and see what it was like to have your father not just fuck you
as I knew hers did to her but to make love to her as only a father can to
his daughter.
With all the trapping I had one there wasn't much I could do but stand
there and let my dad do all the work. My heart was about to burst as
everything I had dreamed about for so many years was now happening, just
as I had always hoped it would. To do it almost within sight of my
wedding guests made it all the more erotic for me. Indeed, given that
90% of them had no idea I practiced incest, what would they say if they
could see what the bride was doing just before she said her vows.
“I’m cumming baby.... I cumming,” my dad groaned as I felt his jerk as he
shot his incestuous cum into me.
My dad would have cum in me in any case but it was especially important
now that he did, and as deep in me as he could. First, I didn't want
there to be any risk of his cumming anywhere he shouldn’t. Like how
devastating would it be to have cum on my wedding dress as I walked down
the aisle? Second, and much more importantly, it sealed one of my biggest
fantasies - to walk down the aisle bare ass with my dad’s fresh cum
inside of me.
I didn't cum myself but it was unnecessary. I had everything I could
handle as it was just dealing with my father making love to me only
minutes before he was to give me away in marriage. What more could I
have ever asked for?
When he had finished my dad stayed inside of me for a couple of minutes.
Neither of us said a word but instead we just stayed coupled together,
etching this memory into our minds forever. It was one of those moments I
would never forget, standing there in my wedding gown with my father’s
spent dick in me, his cum deep inside of me as I gazed down and watched
my soon-to-be husband waiting for me.
Chapter 4 - The Ceremony
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No sooner had my dad gotten his pants back together and I had my gown
back in order was there a knock on the door. Thank god we were done as I
hadn’t realized it had been unlocked! In came Hillary without waiting for
anyone to answer but then why should she have worried about privacy?
After all, so far as she knew it was just me and my dad exchanging a few
last words. I could only imagine if she had even the slightest clue that
even now I could feel my father’s incestuous cum threatening to drain
from my pussy. No doubt my teaching position at a strict Christian
school would have vaporized.
“Is someone ready to get married?” she called out gleefully as my dad
stepped out of the room as inconspicuously as he could. Hillary helped
gather my train and we worked our way out to the area where the wedding
party was gathered.
My dad had joined my mother as it was about their turn to be escorted
down the aisle to their seats. My grandparents on my dad’s side were
already seated and I saw my grandmother from my mother’s side was being
led down to her seat as the music played. Then came the parents and I
watched with pride as my mom and dad took their sets in the front row.
Steve led his best man and groomsmen in and then one by one my
bridesmaids walked in holding their bouquets. Everything was set now.
This was the moment I’d always dreamed of.
“Ready baby?” my dad murmured, holding out his arm for me.
The music changed to “Here comes the Bride” and everyone stood and turned
to watch us make our entrance. A number of people had tried to talk me
into something more non-traditional for my processional music but as
tradition-bound as I was, there was really no other option no matter how
corny it may sound.
I could hear the crowd murmuring as my dad led me across the grass and
then slowly down the aisle. I felt like I was in a fairy tale and all
this was somehow just a dream. Any worries I might have had about
tripping from my heels digging into the turf disappeared as it was like I
was floating on air the entire way. Everyone was smiling and I could
hear them saying what a beautiful dress I was wearing. I felt so proud I
thought I might burst!
As I stood there holding onto my dad’s arm and the minister opened with a
prayer, it was like I was in some sort of time warp and everything was
happening in slow motion except me. Memories came flooding back to me of
my childhood and how me and my parents were always doing things together.
I thought about all the boys I’d had sex with during school and how I
doubted any of them ever thought I was make it to this point in my life.
I looked at my friends and family and thanked god for blessing me with
the most wonderful people in the world.
I also said a little prayer thanking god for long wedding dresses as I
felt my dad’s cum seeping from my pussy and down the inner part of my
thigh. There was absolutely nothing I could do about it so I just had to
try and not think about it - not nearly as easy as that may sound. Of
course I COULD have worn panties but then I would not have been able to
feel his cum dripping from me and that has always been part of my dream
for my perfect wedding.
The ceremony was short and simple. Rather than some long song I had
arranged for a short bible reading by one of my cousins. Being it was
outdoors we knew candles were a bad idea so instead of a union candle we
used two different colors of sand which we poured together into a single
vase to symbolize the blending of our lives. When it came time for our
vows we did the usual “till death do us part” thing but then we each read
own vows as well. For me, I reached back and Hillary slipped a rolled up
scroll into my hand which I then made a show of unfurling all six feet of
it or so. The crowd laughed as I started reading which turned out to be
probably the lengthiest part of the entire ceremony by the time I reached
the end of the scroll. When it was Steve’s turn he reached inside his
suit and pulled out his iPhone, again sending ripples of laughter through
the crowd. His words were considerably shorter but that was to be
expected.
Then it was time. The minister pronounced us man and wife and told Steve
he could kiss me. Rather than lean towards him, instead I arched my back
and leaned toward Hillary who had a small bottle of mouthwash ready for
me. One spritz and then I turned back to Steve and we made out like
lovers, tongue and all. For a moment I forgot about everyone else as all
I felt was my new husband’s lips on mine as my dad’s cum drained further
down my leg. The minister couched politely and reluctantly we parted as
everyone clapped and cheered for us.
It was over. I was married!
Chapter 5 - Consummating the Marriage
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After what seemed to be hours of pictures (but really maybe no more than
thirty minutes) the wedding party made its triumphal entrance into the
country club ballroom and the party began. The food looked delicious but
honestly it was about the last thing on my mind at that moment. We
hadn’t hardly even sat down before the glasses were tinkling and we
repeated out first kiss - a gesture repeated MANY times as the night wore
on.
Over the years I’d spent many a night masturbating as I fantasized about
my reception party. In my more vivid dreams I fucked every man in the
room as the bride laid on the table and opened her legs for one and all
to have a share. Of course those were just fantasies but it still would
have been pretty hot. There were a couple of things that I wanted to
happen, regardless of which scenario came true. First, my marriage Would
be consummated before we left the reception. Second, each of us would
fuck at least one of the other’s bridal party.
The only thing is I hadn’t mentioned that last one to any of my girls and
I wondered if Steve had anyone prepared on his side of the table. For me,
the choice was simple. There was only one girl I would even think of
sharing with Steve on this night and that would be my very best friend
Beth. As the only girlfriend of mine that had been fucked by my dad, it
seemed only fitting she be the only one to fuck my new husband as well.
The first hour or so everything was so busy that there was no chance
whatsoever for Steve and I to spend any time in private, let alone have
sex. Between the meal, the cake cutting and the garter and bouquet
ceremonies it was all a whirlwind to me.
When it came time for the garter ceremony, Steve and I had something
special worked out that turned out really well. Unknown to anyone but
Beth and Kristi, when it was time I made a quick entrance and sat down as
fast as I could before anyone could see that I was waddling. I had my
dress hitched up just enough to get it off the floor. My heels were
ditched and I was wearing white flip-slops which were a LOT more
comfortable and easier to get around in.
The DJ started the music and Steve came out on the dance floor like a
proud peacock. His friends cheered him on until suddenly he dove and
slid on his stomach right under my dress. Then he slipped out but
instead of holding my garter he had small plastic wrench! Everyone
laughed and in he went again, this time coming out with a lint brush.
That was followed by successive trips resulting in items scattered all
over the dance floor as everyone got into it and started debating what he
would come out with next.
Finally he got serious and I swear half of him was buried under my dress.
This was no reach under the dress and blindly follow the leg up to the
garter thing like at every other wedding I’d intended. Fortunately the
previous acts made the whole thing light-hearted and so people weren’t
offended by what could otherwise have been interpreted as being somewhat
risqué. Steve made a big showing of pushing out on my dress as he reached
my garter which I had almost all the up to my crotch. What people didn't
know was that he had on hand on my leg while the other was poking up my
pussy! I let out a started shriek as two fingers went up inside of me and
everyone laughed, thinking I was just faking being shocked by whatever he
was doing under there. Expect for a few people, I doubt any of them had
the slightest clue what was really going on underneath.
Steve merged triumphantly with my garter as I feigned embarrassment but
nobody could have known how horny I was at that moment. God, I could
have jumped Steve right then and there in front of everyone!
The groomsmen gathered to catch the garter and while they were lining up,
Steve leaned over to me and said in a voice low enough that nobody else
could hear, “The one who catches it is the one, got it?”
Oh my god, so THAT was how he was playing it. From the way the guys were
positioning themselves and looking at me I had to wonder if he hadn’t
already told them about his plan. No doubt most of them probably thought
he was just teasing them with a plan that bordered on being bad taste but
then you never know.
In any case, Steve released my garter like a rubber band over his
shoulder and the line surged forward as the guys practically fought to
get it. At one point I thought they tear it to pieces and then what
would THAT have meant - would I have had to fuck every guy that had even
the smallest piece of my garter?
As luck would have it some guy caught it that I didn't know. He was one
of Steve’s buddies from out in California that had flown in for the
ceremony. Steve had introduced me to all his guys at one point but it
had just been a quick meet and greet and I had never even had a one-to-
one conversation with him. Hmmmmmm, did he know about the arrangement
Steve had made with me? Well, judging by the look and wink he gave me
after catching the garter he must have.
With that it was time for the bride to dance with her father. As my dad
took me in his arms I once again thought about how it had felt to have
his cum in me during the ceremony. By now I’d cleaned up but the
memories were still fresh. Too bad there couldn't be a father-daughter
fuck instead! Steve and his mom danced next and as I watched them I
wondered how many people knew what willpower they were exhibiting to keep
their hands off each other’s private parts! Hmmm, what would have people
thought about the most - a father fucking his daughter or a mother being
groped by her son? So much for the scheduled events. The rest of the
evening was spent socializing, drinking and dancing. I stuck with Diet
Coke and I gave Steve the evil eye when I thought he was going past his
limit on the beer. He had a lot to do before the night was over and the
last thing I wanted was him passing out before he’d fulfilled his
responsibilities.
That left just two things on my “to do” list. The first thing had to be
the consummation of our marriage. While I knew Steve had no objections
to me having sex with other men after we were married, the FIRST guy to
fuck me once I had the ring had to be hymn, no questions asked. As it
was turning out, this was not as easy as it sounded. It was like we were
never left alone more than a minute or two. I couldn’t even go to the
bathroom without an escort! Of course I really did need one to deal with
the dress but you get the point. The question in my mind was becoming
how were we going to do this?
Then it hit me. One of the things the wedding planner had arranged for
was a photo booth. People could go in and have four shots taken of them
in various poses, something like the photo booths you see in stores and
other places. It even produced the same four photos on a single piece of
photo paper. It was all done automatically. The only thing the guy
running it had to do was put the printed photos in a plastic casing and
run it though a machine that heated and sealed it. I had no idea it was
going to be there until someone mentioned it and showed me the photos
they had taken. Instantly I knew it was exactly what I was looking for -
private yet almost public. We would only have a few minutes but the
point wasn’t to have a long love-making exercise but just to get his dick
in me enough to seal the marriage.
There was a long line but one nice thing about it being MY wedding was
that I got head-of-the-line privileges to everything. I grabbed Steve
away from some guys he was talking to and told him what I had in mind.
He just shook his head but he knew better than to argue with me. Hmmm,
at least he was being a good husband from the start!
On the way I grabbed Kristi and filled her in quickly. As Steve and I
cut in line to be the next inside, she worked her way to behind the guy
working the booth where she would be sure he didn't see the ones of me
and Steve, at least not the more private ones.
The couple ahead of us exited from behind the curtain and Steve and I
ducked inside. There was barely enough room to maneuver as the
mechanical voice welcomed us and instructed us on what was about to
happen. Thankfully Steve was already hard from anticipation. I turned
sideways to the camera as Steve lifted my dress up and over my back,
quickly pulling down his pants as the voice counted down. He barely had
his dick our and with it close to my ass when the flash went and photo
number one was taken. The next one had his dick in me as did the third
and for the fourth I turned quickly and took him in my mouth Justin time
before the final flash went off.
Knowing people would want to see the results, I poked my head out an
apologized, saying the first ones messed up and we had to do another set.
These were more serious and soon our turn was over and we exited from
behind the curtain. My pussy was tingling from being teased for those few
seconds Steve had fucked me but the deed was done. NOW we were
officially married.
Kristi had spirited away the first set of photos and a sleeve, allowing
the guy running the booth to return to process the second batch. From
the look he was giving us I had the idea that he had a pretty good
feeling about what had been going on inside the booth between Steve and
I. Oh well, let him fantasize. We were about to leave when Steve’s face
suddenly had this look of shock and he turned back to the guy running the
booth. I couldn't hear them talking but then the guy w doing something
on the computer with Steve watching carefully over his shoulder. The
photo guy’s face lit up and I saw Steve grab his arm a bit forcibly upon
which the photo guy did something on the keyboard which made Steve
happier.
“what was that all about?” I asked him.
Steve just pointed to a sign and I about burst out laughing. It said
that a DVD of all the photos taken could be ordered and mailed to your
home. Oh my god, imagine if those four pics we had taken had stayed on
the guy’s computer!
With our marriage sealed it was time for the two of to work on the second
half of my list of things to get done at the reception. I’d already
discussed this with Beth the last time she was at my house and she had
been so turned on by the idea that we ended up in bed together -
something that didn't happen between us except on special occasions.
Thus I had no worries that she and Steve would find a time and place to
get it done. For me it was a different story. I didn't even know this
guy so how was I suppose to get him to fuck me? Heck, I wasn't even sure
that he would do me.
“Could you at least introduce us again?” I asked Steve, nodding towards
his friend who was wearing the garter on his arm like an old-time
barkeeper. Steve grinned at me and agreed but before we reached him I
grabbed his arm and pulled his ear down to me again. “So does he know
the arrangement?”
Steve grinned at me and nodded. Seeing the curiosity on my face, he
pulled me to the side and quickly explained. Apparently he had been to
another wedding where the same sort of deal had been arranged. Yes, it
was this guy’s wedding. So he was married to boot!
“So you fucked his wife the night of their wedding?” I asked.
“Yeah, it was pretty wild,” he smirked. “So that’s why I made sure he got
the garter. I owe the guy Kelly.”
With that he introduced me to Kory who shook my hand and leered at me
like some drunken pervert. From the looks of the bottles on the table
around him, no doubt I had him dead to rights on both counts.
By now the crowd was thinning so it was easier to sneak off for a few
minutes without everyone’s eyes on me. I looked to Steve for any help
but he just grinned and kissed me, whispering in my ear, “You’re on your
own this time Kelly.” Then he walked off, apparently to check up on the
whereabouts of Beth.
Had I been any other girl there it would have been pretty easy to slip
out unnoticed and do it about anywhere. Heck for all I knew people had
been doing it all night in the best of wedding reception tradition.
However, wearing a billowing white dress made it rather hard to go
incognito! The photo booth had been fine for what Steve and I wanted to
accomplish but I imaged Kory had more I mind than just a five second
fuck.
“Come on, I’ve been checking the place out and I know the perfect spot,”
he said, motioning me to follow him. We made our way out and he turned
down a hallway and opened the second door on the right. It was some sort
of office, from the looks of it maybe the clubhouse manager. In any case
it was dark and deserted, perfect for what we needed.
Kory turned on a small desk lamp that barely broke the darkness and then
locked the door behind us. Turning to me, he had that look of a lion
about to pounce on its prey. Leaning towards me, he reached forward as
if to kiss me but I pulled away, leaving him a bit surprised.
“What the fuck?” he complained.
I’ll suck your dick and you can fuck me but no kissing, got it?” I said
forcefully, leaving no room for negotiation.
He had been drinking and I don’t like kissing drunks but that was
secondary. Being fucked was just sex but kissing him felt a lot more
intimate and on the evening of my marriage, the only man I wanted to be
intimate with was my new husband.
Kory shrugged his shoulders. I suppose in his mind he was getting the
better end of the deal in the first place so who was he to argue?
“Well, let’s get to it then, shall we?” he said, undoing his belt and
then pulling down his pants and underwear. I wasn't left with many
options as there was no way the dress was coming off so all I could do
was lift it up and out of the way as much as possible. I did so, sitting
down on the desktop with my legs handing over the end as I held the dress
bunched up on my lap in my arms in front of me.
“No panties... nice touch,” Kory said admiringly as he stroked his
already erect cock with his hand. “So tell me, was he really fingering
you under there when he took off the garter?”
I just grinned which told him all he needed to know. “Damn, I figured he
was just exaggerating,” he said ruefully. Looks like good old Steve
married himself quite a slut.”
He stood in front of me with his dick poking out and so I leaned over and
with my hands on the desktop to steady myself, I took his dick in my
mouth without any fanfare or playing around.
“Damn, you’re not just a slut, you’re a cock-hungry slut,” Kory laughed
as I started to suck on his dick. His laughs changed to groans and moans
as I worked on his dick. I only did it for a few minutes though, then I
leaned back and spread my legs.
“That was sort of quick, wasn’t it?” he whined.
“Are you gonna fuck me or just complain?” I said, suddenly feeling like I
just wanted to get this over with. I thought of Steve and Beth and how
the two of them were no doubt having quite a time at this same moment
while I was stuck with this moron. Still, a deal was a deal.
“Alright, alright, you don’t have to ask twice,” Kory chuckled as he
moved in between my legs and quickly inserted his pencil dick in me.
Yeah, the guy was built like a fourteen year-old - and that’s being cruel
to the fourteen year- olds of the world.
He was in me and cumming in me before I hardly even realize he was
fucking me. Wow, he must have been REALLY horny! He started to pull out
of me as he came but I wasn't about to have my wedding dress stained with
some stranger’s cum so I grabbed onto him and pulled him into me as he
came.
It was over and done in what had to be less than ten minutes, maybe ever
closer to five. Still, even though it wasn’t the best fuck I’d ever had,
it was a notch in my belt so to say and something to remember as we sat
around on future anniversaries.
“Stay here an count to 100 before you come out,” I instructed him as I
made ready to leave the room. I opened the door and thankfully nobody
was watching. Making my way alone back to the reception I ran across
Kristi.
“There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you. Where have you
been?” she asked.
I held up one hand making a circle with my thumb and forefinger which
using my other hand to poke a finger through the whole - the universal
sign for fucking.
“But I thought Steve was with Beth?” Kristi started out and then her
voice trailed off as she realized what I meant. She grinned and looked
around, “OK, so who was it?”
By then Kory made it back - he must have either cheated or counted REALLY
fast. I nodded towards him and Kristi’s face scrunched up. “Ewwwww,
him?” she asked in an unbelieving tone.
I quickly explained about the garter game rules, leaving out the part
about the results being rigged. Kristi just shook her head, saying
something about how I should have done someone better than him.
In the end that was all the sex I had that night. The rest of the
evening was spent enjoying the company of friends and family. Everyone
wanted to know where we were going on our honeymoon and my response to
everyone as the same -= if they find out where then tell me. Indeed,
Steve was keeping this one REALLY close to his vest so to speak. The
only hint I had finally wring from him was when he checked to make sure I
had my passport up to date. So I knew we would be leaving the country
but I didn't have the foggiest ideas as to where.
Finally we announced our departure and left everyone to close the place
down. Steve had arranged for a suite at a downtown hotel which was
actually an expense he could have spared. We were both exhausted so much
of the place went unexplored. We didn't even get in the giant whirlpool
bath tub. It was like see how fast we could strip and get in bed where
it was like we had sex for the first time!
So now I’m married... oh yeah!
Chapter 6 - Filling in the Gaps
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As busy as things were and with all the people and events, it was
impossible for me to know everything that was going on during the
wedding. During our honeymoon and then in the days since I have pieced
together much of what happened. As I didn't witness any of this I can
only go by what people told me and even then, any details I might give
would have to be made up since nobody told me any - at least not in
enough detail to fabricate a story. So here are a few snippets to fill
in the gaps of what went on during the wedding and subsequent
reception...
First, as it turned out I wasn't the only one at the wedding bare ass
under my dress with a pussy full of fresh cum. OK, so there may have
been others but the one I know of specifically belonged to my mother and
whose cum was more fitting to be in her than from her soon-to-be son-in-
law. Yes, when my mom left the room so my dad could be with me it turned
out she went straight to Steve where she offered to do what his mother
should have - to let him fuck her. I’d like to say it was done out of
kindness but knowing my mom she was happy to have any excuse to have
Steve fuck her. How many years had I listened to her tell me how she
couldn't wait for me to get married so she could have a new guy to fuck
her? True, at those times we didn’t know she would be divorced and then
it wouldn’t matter if the guy wasn’t in the family yet. Then to just keep
up with me, I guess, she left her panties behind in the men’s dressing
room. Wow, I hadn’t realized that when she and my dad stood up during
part of the ceremony that both mother and daughter were dripping fresh
cum form someone other than their husbands.
As it turned out, not even my mother knew at the time that she wasn't the
first older women that Steve had fucked that day. My Aunt, his favorite
target in the months before the wedding besides me, was determined to be
the first one he fucked on my wedding day so she had stopped by his house
and offered her services. Fortunately Marlene was out with Sharon for
breakfast or I don’t know how my aunt would have explained her being
there but thankfully it all worked out for the best.
Speaking of Sharon, Jim made sure to pull me aside during the reception
to inform me that he and Sharon had done it just before the wedding as
well. Damn, it was like everyone in our families was getting laid within
a half hour of the ceremony! They had done it out in the parking lot
which I would have thought to be a bit more dangerous given all the
traffic but it seemed if anything that just motivated them all the more.
Afterwards I did manage to get Sharon alone for maybe two minutes, long
enough to confirm her brother’s boasting and for her to put in her own
two cents as to how hot it was to fuck her own brother with people
walking past the car - and I don’t mean the 90 degree heat. She
mentioned something about the four of us getting together some time but
we didn't have time to finish our conversation before people broke in on
us. Unfortunately I never got to follow up on that offer but I had a
really good idea of what Steve’s take would be and it wouldn't be pretty.
Then there was Kristi. What can I say about my ex-prostitute of a
cousin? According to her she had taken three loads of cum in her pussy
and two in her mouth. Two of those were from the groomsmen ranks while
the rest were from guys she hooked up with during the reception. I had
no reason NOT to believe her as if anything, I figured she was plenty
motivated to outdo me on my own wedding day if at all possible, at least
when it came to the total count.
And so just like that it was over. Years of planning, hundreds of hours
of fantasizing, thousands of dollars in expenses and it was done and over
with. Now it was time for the mystery to be solved. Where was Steve
taking me on my honeymoon?
THE END