"Hey, Rachel, you okay?" Carl's voice had concern as Rachel's breaths grew heavy, her body pressed against his. The wedding hall was a blur of colors and sounds around them, the music fading into the background as the two of them remained locked in their own world.
"Yeah, I'm...I'm fine," Rachel replied, her voice trembling slightly. The realization of Carl's words had left her feeling both exposed and strangely aroused. She didn't know why, but the idea of her dad's cum on her legs was something she couldn't shake off easily.
Her hand remained frozen in mid-air, the sticky wetness slowly trickling down her skin, painting a white line on her olive-toned thigh. Rachel's heart raced as she processed the scene before her. Carl's cock, still embedded deep inside her, throbbed with each pulse of her heartbeat. The lacy fabric of her dress clung to her, the dampness from their recent escapade making the material feel almost sticky.
The room grew quieter, the sounds of the wedding reception muffled by the walls of the suite. Rachel felt the weight of her father's gaze on her, his eyes dark and intense as they bore into her soul. Jake took a step forward, his own desire clearly visible in his tightly clenched fists and the bulge in his pants. "You liked that, didn't you?" he asked, his voice thick with lust. Rachel bit her lower lip, unable to find the words to answer as she felt a warm blush creep up her neck.
The air grew heavy with tension, the silence only broken by the soft sounds of Carl's cock sliding in and out of Rachel's wet pussy. Rachel's hand remained poised above the spot where Carl's cum was slowly seeping out, her fingertips trembling as she considered the implications of her husband's command. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet, it was intoxicating. It was as if the very fabric of her reality had been torn apart, leaving her raw and open to the darkest desires she had never dared to voice.
Jake, Rachel's dad, watched the two of them with a predatory gaze. He was a tall man, broad-shouldered and muscular, his skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. His pants were unzipped, and his cock stood proudly erect, a monstrous 12 inches of pure desire. Rachel couldn't help but stare at it, her eyes widening as she imagined what it would feel like to have both men inside her at the same time. She thought back to her dad fucking her before walking down the aisle.
Her heart raced as she felt Carl's cock slip out of her, his cum mixing with her own juices and creating a wet trail between her legs. Rachel's knees felt weak as Jake climbed onto the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. He positioned himself alongside Carl, and Rachel found herself staring at two thick, hard cocks, both ready to claim her again. "I think," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper, "that I can take both of you."
Her father's eyes narrowed, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Is that so?" He reached out and stroked her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw before sliding down to her neck. "You always were such a greedy little girl," he murmured, his tone a dark caress that sent a shiver down Rachel's spine.
With a sudden movement, Jake grabbed Rachel's wrists and pulled her down onto the bed, her body sandwiched between her husband and her father. Carl took the opportunity to remove the dress, which was now sticking to Rachel's skin like a second layer. He tossed it aside, revealing Rachel's bare breasts with their large, pebbled nipples pointing skyward. Rachel couldn't help but arch her back, pushing her chest out, offering herself to the two men she loved in the most twisted of ways.
Jake's hand slid down Rachel's body, his fingers dancing along the curves of her waist and hips before settling on her ass. He squeezed, the action sending a jolt of pleasure through Rachel's body. "Look at you," he murmured, "spread out like a feast before us." Rachel felt a twinge of excitement at the raw desire in his voice.
Her eyes flickered to Carl's cock, which was still nestled against her pussy, the head touching her clit. It was thick, an impressive eight inches that had filled her to the brim moments ago. Jake's cock, however, was a different beast. Rachel had felt it before, but never like this, never with Carl's cock so close, never with the possibility of both men claiming her at the same time.
"Do you think you can handle both of us, Rachel?" Carl asked, his voice filled with a mix of challenge and lust. Rachel's pussy clenched at the thought, her juices already beginning to flow once more.
Jake leaned in, his hot breath on Rachel's ear as he whispered, "Or maybe one of us should fuck your tight little ass while the other fills your cunt." Rachel's breath caught in her throat, and she couldn't help the whine that escaped her lips. The idea of being claimed by both men at once, in every way possible, was both terrifying and exhilarating.
With surprising gentleness, Jake guided Rachel's legs apart, her knees bent and her ankles resting on Carl's broad shoulders. Rachel's eyes widened as she felt the blunt head of her father's monstrous cock press against her asshole, slick with precum and her own wetness. Carl, not to be outdone, began to pump in and out of her pussy with renewed vigor, stretching her walls around him. Rachel's body was a tapestry of sensations, each thrust from Carl sending waves of pleasure that only intensified the pressure building in her ass.
Jake's grip on Rachel's hips tightened as he pushed forward, the head of his cock breaching her tight sphincter. Rachel's scream filled the room, a mix of pain and ecstasy as she was claimed by two men at once. Carl watched with hooded eyes as Rachel's body took the full length of Jake's shaft, her asshole stretched tight around the base of his cock. Rachel's nails dug into Carl's back, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to adjust to the overwhelming fullness.
In the throes of passion, Rachel's mind began to swirl with delusions. She could almost see her mother, standing in the corner of the room, a knowing smile playing on her lips. Rachel's vision blurred, and for a moment, she swore her mother's spirit was speaking to her. "Mom?" Rachel gasped, the word barely audible over her ragged breaths. "What did you and Dad do on your wedding night?"
Her mother's ghostly image seemed to lean in closer, her voice a seductive whisper. "I fucked your dad, Rachel. And then I fucked my dad. Just like you are doing now." Rachel's eyes shot open, the revelation sending a jolt through her body. It couldn't be true, could it? Her mother had never been one to speak about such things, let alone engage in them. But the look on her mother's face, the way her eyes gleamed with something dark and hungry, made Rachel's pussy clench around Carl's cock.
