My father-in-law-to-be fucked me the week before I married his son, then found me in the church just before the wedding ceremony and fucked me again. At first I didn't say anything in order to maintain a pleasant wedding event for everyone, but then I realized I liked my father-in-law's big cock, and that this was going to become 'a thing' between us.
My fiancé and I had traveled to Miami about a week before our wedding so I could (finally) meet his parents, Carl and Pam. We were staying with Brett’s parents for that week, as we finalized plans for our nuptials the following Saturday, also in Miami.
In a surprising development, Brett’s father had been taking advantage of multiple opportunities to feel me up and grab my tits, ass and pussy ever since we arrived. I didn’t want to ruin our visit or the upcoming wedding, so I didn’t’ say anything to Brett. As it played out, on the 3rd day of our stay Carl had ended up fucking me from behind on the chaise lounge by the pool.
To be fair, Brett’s dick is a nice size – about 10”, when fully erect – and we had a great sex life. But by the pool that day, I found out that Carl’s cock was even bigger – a full 12 hard inches – and I had been swept away by the enormity of it. None-the-less, after Carl had hammered me to multiple orgasms with his huge prick, I had told him that it was a one-time thing between us. He didn’t exactly agree, per se, but he seemed to accept it.
Over the next few days leading up to the wedding on Saturday, Carl still managed to cop a feel whenever we were in proximity to each other. In the kitchen, he’d reach around from behind and grab both of my 34E boobs, squeeze and massage them for a while, before releasing them and moving on. Other times he’d pinch a nipple, or stick a hand between my legs and rub my pussy lips a bit as we passed each other in the hallway. Whenever we were lounging by the pool, he’d find an excuse to rub suntan lotion on me and always managed to sneak in a caress of my breast or ass, even slipping a finger into my vagina when no one was looking.
One day he snuck into the bathroom while I was showering and climbed into the shower with me. I had told Carl (and myself) that the poolside fuck was a one-time thing, but when he stepped into the shower with me, I couldn’t take my eyes of his throbbing prick. It was already standing straight out from his torso, fully erect, just begging to be played with.
I said “What the fuck are you doing, Carl?”, as I sort of automatically reached out a hand and started stroking his hard staff. “You shouldn’t be in here…..we agreed.”
“I didn’t agree to anything,” he said. “Besides, you haven’t told Brett about any of this yet, so I figured you wouldn’t mind THAT much.”
I said, “Pam and Brett are both out by the pool….we don’t have time for this.”
“How about if you just jerk me off real quick, then I’ll leave so you can finish cleaning up?” he said.
I hadn’t stopped fondling his dick since he stepped into the shower with me, so I sighed in resignation, and reached for the soap. I lathered up his enormous staff and his low hanging balls, and began jerking him off. As I pulled on his shaft and massaged his nut sack, he soaped up my big boobs and started massaging them, occasionally pinching the nipples until they were rock hard. He moaned and thrust his hips into my fist as I quickened the pace of my strokes.
It didn’t take long before he let out a muffled bellow and blasted a huge load of cum all over my stomach and onto my hand. I finished him off as quickly as I could, pulling out the last bit of jizz from his softening dick, and then pushed him out of the shower so I could finish washing and he could get back outside before anyone got wise to us. After he left, I grabbed the hand-held shower head and used it to blast my clit, giving myself a massive orgasm.
After that, Carl continued feeling me up whenever he could sneak it in, but other than that he pretty much kept to our “agreement”.
Saturday arrived and everything went beautifully. Family members filled the church, and Pam helped me get dressed and made up. I was wearing a somewhat non-traditional wedding dress – it was a form fitting halter-top style, made out of stretchy material that clung to my body on top, then flowed to my ankles with extra material, creating a “drapery” effect down below. This allowed me to show off my favorite feature – my beautiful, heavy tits and narrow waist. The halter top had a little bralette built in that kept my nipples from being too obvious, and the way it wrapped around my neck, crossed in front, and finished on either side allowed me to show off a lot of cleavage, and even some side boob. I looked at myself in the mirror and liked what I saw…..this was a good look for me.
Since my parents had both passed away, I had asked Carl to “give me away” at the altar. He had agreed, so everything was set. With 20 minutes to go before the ceremony began, I had everyone leave my dressing room so I could relax for a few minutes before walking down the aisle.
As I sat in front of the vanity, putting the final touches to my makeup, there was a knock on the door. When I opened it, there was Carl. He quickly stepped into the room and closed the door behind him, locking it.
I said, “Carl, we’re 20 minutes away from you walking me down the aisle….what’s up?”
He smiled and said, “You look beautiful, Honey. That dress looks great on you, and I just wanted to be the first to welcome you into the family.”
As he said this he reached up to the material over my boobs and pulled it to the middle, which allowed my tits to tumble out to either side, swaying a bit as they were freed.
“Carl, you can’t do this right now!” I whispered harshly. “My make-up is done and there is a church full of people right outside that door.”
He grinned at me, and while he massaged my tit with his left hand, he reached down and unzipped his tuxedo pants with his right. “We have just enough time for a quickie, don’t you think?”
As soon as he pulled his massive cock out of his trousers, I was hooked. It wasn’t quite fully erect, so it was sticking out in front of him, but had a gentle downward arc to it…..and I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Without even thinking about it, I reached out and began jerking his enormous dick. “We can’t be doing this!” I again whispered. But even as I said this, I sat on the chair behind me and pulled him toward me by his shaft. I sat with my knees together, and he straddled me with his legs wide and cock sticking straight into my face. I pulled his mushroom head into my mouth, and began bobbing back and forth as I sucked and stroked his cock to its full 12 inches.
Once he was fully erect, he pulled me up by the shoulders and leaned me against the vanity, raising the folds of my dress to my waist and moving my panties to the side so he could line up the head of his cock to my now wet pussy lips. With a stifled grunt and a big push he shoved himself balls-deep into my drenched cunt. He now stood between my legs, which were spread wide, with my dress pulled up to the waist, and my heavy tits swinging and bouncing back and forth as he drilled me.
This angle put plenty of friction on my clitoris, and in no time I had my hand in my mouth trying to stifle the moan that accompanied my amazing orgasm. Carl kept pumping away, and before long he, too, let out a muffled groan as he blasted several ropes of cum deep into my pussy.
I quickly grabbed some tissues from the vanity and began cleaning up my vag lips and Carl’s cock as best I could. After getting most of it wiped away, I leaned over and sucked the tip of Carl’s cock into my mouth and finished cleaning his shaft with my tongue, giving the bulbous head a little kiss as I released his now flaccid member. When I was done, he tucked it away into his tuxedo pants and zipped himself up, while I put my boobs back where they belonged – inside my halter top. Then I re-positioned the bottom of my dress and put the finishing touches on my makeup.
With a quick smile at myself in the mirror, and a final squeeze of Carl’s cock through his pants, I led him out the door and into the foyer outside the church entryway. As the processional song began, I slipped my arm through Carl’s, and he walked me down the aisle to my waiting husband-to-be. About half-way down the aisle, I could feel some of Carl’s cum dripping down the inside of my legs. Fortunately, my gown was a floor length dress, so no one would be the wiser until I could clean it up a little later.
The reception was perfect, and everybody seemed to have a good time. Carl even managed to get a blowjob from me in a side room, with me still in my wedding dress, before Brett and I left for our honeymoon later that evening. Needless to say, I felt very “welcomed” into Brett’s family.
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