Wedding Bells

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 fiance, 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. Not to mention 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 not 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 erect incestuous 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 smooth 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 lust-filled 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 incestuous 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 99% 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.... oh god I cumming inside of you," my dad groaned as I felt his jerk as he shot his incestuous cum deep inside of 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.

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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!

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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 risque. 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.