The warm summer sun began to set, casting a soft, golden glow over the well-manicured lawns of the country club. Rachel, the bride with the blond hair that fell in gentle waves to her mid-back, walked gracefully in her white, off-the-shoulder dress. The lacy fabric ended at her mid-calf, teasing the slightest hint of the toned legs beneath, and her three-inch white stilettos clicked rhythmically on the cobblestone path leading to the grand entrance. The dress clung to her voluptuous figure, showcasing her ample cleavage and the delicate cutouts that framed her thighs. Despite the formality of the occasion, Rachel couldn't help but feel a secret thrill, a silent rebellion against the purity of the wedding day.
Her father's cum was still a warm presence between her legs, a sticky reminder of the illicit union she had just shared with Jack, her father behind the alter before the wedding ceremony. The plunging neckline of her gown barely concealed the large, pronounced nipples that stood at attention, sensitive from the recent attention they had received. Rachel felt a mix of guilt and exhilaration as she saw her new husband, Carl, waiting for her at the top of the stairs, his eyes filled with love and adoration. Carl was a good man, kind and gentle, but it was Jack's fiery touch that truly set her body alight.
As the music swelled, Carl took Rachel in his arms for their first dance as husband and wife. She melted into him, feeling the comforting embrace of a man who had promised to cherish and protect her. Yet, her thoughts strayed to Jack, to the way his rough, calloused hands had caressed her body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Rachel pushed these thoughts aside, focusing on the present moment, the warmth of Carl's arms, and the joyous smiles of the guests surrounding them.
The tempo of the music changed, and it was time for the couples to dance with their parents. Carl's mother swept in to claim her son for a dance, leaving Rachel to face Jack, her own father. She felt a sudden jolt of nervousness as Jack's strong arms encircled her, his hand resting gently on the bare skin of her back. His touch sent a shiver down her spine, and Rachel had to remind herself to breathe as they began to sway to the rhythm. She searched his eyes for any hint of the raw desire they had shared just moments before, but his gaze was as loving and proud as any father's should be.
Her hormones, however, were raging like a tempest within her. Rachel's body was a maelstrom of conflicting desires, her thoughts torn between the gentle embrace of her husband and the scandalous passion that had overwhelmed her with Jack. She felt her pussy throb with a need that was both primal and profane, her body betraying her as it remembered the feel of her father's thick cock stretching her to the brink of pleasure. Rachel closed her eyes, trying to regain her composure, but the scent of Jack's aftershave mingling with the faint musk of their recent tryst was intoxicating.
Jack's hand began to glide along Rachel's bare back, his fingers tracing the contours of her spine, sending electric jolts of pleasure through her. Rachel gritted her teeth, trying to keep her expression neutral as she danced with Carl's mother. Yet, she couldn't ignore the growing wetness between her legs, a silent testament to the illicit desires that consumed her. She felt a bead of sweat form on her brow as Jack's hand inched closer to the plunging neckline of her dress, dangerously close to revealing the secret stains of their forbidden union. Rachel's breath hitched in her chest, and she feigned a cough to distract from the tremor that had just run through her body.
Her thoughts raced as she pondered the twisted path her desires had taken. How could she, on her wedding day, be contemplating the very act that had led her to this moment of matrimony with another man? Rachel's eyes flickered over to Carl, his gaze filled with love and hope for their future together. Yet, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was betraying him in the most intimate way possible, even as they shared in the sacred tradition of the parental dance. The conflict raged within her, a battle between the love she knew she should feel for her husband and the carnality that her father had unwittingly unleashed.
As the dance came to an end, Rachel felt Jack's hand press a little harder into her lower back, urging her towards the French doors that led out to the dimly lit patio. She looked at him, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and arousal. He leaned in close to her ear, his warm breath tickling her skin as he whispered, "Take him outside, Rachel. Let him have you. Then come back to me, and I'll fill you with a child." The suggestion was both depraved and enticing, and Rachel felt her pussy clench at the thought of being claimed by her father once more, of feeling his seed take root within her.
With trembling hands, Rachel approached Carl, her husband, her voice a soft whisper. "Could we... could we go outside for a moment?" she asked, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Carl, noticing her flushed cheeks and the way she fidgeted nervously, nodded with concern. He took her hand and led her through the crowd, past the tables laden with food and drink, and out into the cool evening air. The patio was adorned with twinkling fairy lights, and a gentle breeze rustled through the leaves of the surrounding trees, casting dancing shadows on their faces.
Once outside, Rachel turned to face Carl, her heart racing. She could feel the heat of his erection pressing against her through his tailored pants. Without a word, Rachel reached back and began to unzip Carl's fly, her eyes never leaving his. The sound of the zipper seemed to echo in the stillness, a stark counterpoint to the romantic ballad playing inside. As she freed his cock, Rachel felt a rush of desire mingle with the guilt. Carl looked at her with a mix of surprise and arousal, his eyes questioning.
"Take me, Carl," Rachel murmured, her voice thick with need. "Make me truly yours."
Without another word, Carl scooped her up in his arms, her wedding dress billowing around them as he carried her to a quiet, shadowy corner of the patio. He set her down gently, and Rachel felt the cool stone bench beneath her trembling legs. The fairy lights cast a soft, ethereal glow around them, creating a cocoon of privacy amidst the bustling wedding reception. She turned to face him, her breaths shallow and her heart pounding like a drum in her chest.
Carl stepped closer, his eyes dark with passion as he reached around her to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing against the erect nipples that strained against the lacy fabric of her dress. Rachel moaned softly, leaning into his touch as she felt her body respond, her pussy growing wetter by the second. She reached back, her hand shaking as it found the zipper of his pants, and slowly, deliberately, she began to pull it down. The sound was a sweet symphony to her ears, a declaration of her need and the promise of the intimacy they were about to share.
The moment Carl's cock sprang free, Rachel couldn't help but gasp. It was thick and hard, the tip glistening with precum. She reached back and wrapped her hand around the shaft, feeling the velvety warmth and the pulse of his desire. Carl's breath hitched as Rachel began to stroke him, her movements slow and sensual. He leaned in, his breath hot against her neck as he kissed her gently, his hand slipping down to caress her ass. Rachel pushed back against him, her pussy begging for his touch, and she whispered, "Lift up my dress, Carl. Take me from behind, make me yours."
Her words were like a command, and Carl obeyed without hesitation. He gathered the fabric of her wedding dress in his hands and lifted it, exposing her round, firm ass. Rachel's skin was smooth and warm, and the sight of her bare cheeks in the soft light sent a jolt of lust through him. He stepped closer, aligning the head of his cock with her wet, waiting pussy. Rachel spread her legs slightly, granting him better access, and she felt him press against her, the tip of his cock parting her folds. She moaned as he began to push inside, the sensation of his hardness stretching her and filling her up.
The sound of their joining echoed through the quiet patio, a primal grunt that seemed to claim the space around them. Rachel's eyes rolled back in her head as Carl began to fuck her from behind, his hips slapping against her ass in a rhythm that matched the throb of the distant music. She leaned back into him, her body moving in time with his, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. The cool evening air caressed her exposed skin, a stark contrast to the heat building between her thighs.
Rachel's lust peaked, and she came hard, her pussy clamping down on Carl's cock as waves of pleasure washed over her. Carl groaned in response, his grip on her hips tightening as he pumped into her, filling her to the brim with his hot seed. Rachel's orgasm seemed to last an eternity, her body shaking with the force of it. As it subsided, she felt a warm trickle run down her leg, and she knew that Carl had come deep inside her. The reality of what they had just done hit her like a ton of bricks, but the feeling was lost in the haze of passion and the lingering echoes of pleasure.
Panting, Rachel leaned against Carl, his cock still buried within her. She felt his cum dripping out of her, a sticky reminder of the intimate act they had just shared. Rachel's hand instinctively reached down to wipe it away, but Carl's voice, low and gruff, stopped her. "Leave it," he said, his breath warm against her ear. "Let it drip on your legs like your dad's cum did." Rachel froze, her hand hovering over the wet spot on her thigh. The words were like a cold slap of reality, snapping her out of the passion-induced haze.
Carl stepped back, his cock sliding out of her with an obscene squelch. Rachel looked at him, her eyes wide with shock and confusion. "What...what did you just say?" she managed to ask, her voice trembling.
A wicked smile curled Carl's lips as he reached down and scooped up a handful of her cum-drenched hair. "You heard me, Rachel. We're going to fuck your mother's ghost out of your system tonight." His eyes gleamed with a feral hunger that Rachel had never seen before. He took her hand and led her back to the wedding reception, the warmth of his cum running down her legs, mingling with Jack's. Rachel felt a cold dread settle in her stomach, but she couldn't resist the pull of his hand, his words echoing in her mind.
The rest of the evening was a blur of forced smiles and awkward conversations, Rachel's thoughts consumed by Carl's chilling promise. As the night grew darker, the candles on the tables flickered, casting eerie shadows across the faces of the guests, and Rachel couldn't help but feel as though the very air was thick with the specter of her mother's disapproval. Yet, the anticipation of what awaited her in the honeymoon suite was beckoning her with a twisted blend of fear and excitement.
