Wedding Day

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England. Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse. I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

It was the day of my wedding to Dave. I was in the hotel just getting ready. I had a few hours to go, but they would just disappear, I knew that. I was sat in my bra and knickers in front of the mirror and I was doing my makeup. I had some special lingerie to wear under my dress that was sure to excite Dave when we got back to our room after the nuptials, a pale cream bra which was almost entirely lace, a matching suspender belt, knickers that were more there than here, and nude 10 denier stockings.

I had tried them on yesterday in front of the mirror and God I looked hot, even I was turned on. Dave would absolutely be ripping his clothes off and diving between my legs. Just as it should be. He was the only guy I had ever been with and his dick just perfectly fitted my fanny, and he knew just where my buttons were that needed pushing.

I had fooled around with boys at college, but that had never ended up in actual fucking, just fingering and wanking and sucking. Dave had been the first to penetrate me with his dick, and when it happened, I was transported to a new place, the other boys had been amateurs, Dave was the real deal.

We had courted for two years before deciding to commit. Dad was delighted, he quite liked Dave, sadly Mum had passed during covid and so would only be here today in spirit, Dad was my rock today.

We had decided on a simple civil ceremony at this hotel, just a few friends, his parents and his sister, who I didn't really get on with, I think she was jealous of me, and my Dad. We would go for a meal at the pub later, we had a room reserved with some tables set up, and then a disco later. And then, back to this room for the first time fucking as man and wife.

Dave had stayed at a different hotel last night, as had his family, we didn't want any accidental contact before the wedding. We had fucked like crazy at home before we left for our separate hotels, and when I say like crazy, I seemed to be seeping his spunk all the way to the hotel, and it was pouring out of me as I stood in the shower. Thank God I had put a sanitary towel in my knickers to soak it all up.

Suitably douched and clean I had thrown on a simple summer frock and gone to the restaurant with Dad and had a supper of Pasta, Dad had steak and we shared a bottle of wine. His room was next to mine and we had a connecting door. Dad had kissed me goodnight and gone through into his room and I had stripped and got into bed, hearing couples fucking through the thin hotel walls. I had smiled, and thought, just you wait till me and Dave get going, then you'll hear something.

I awoke early and dived in the shower. I was standing in my robe when the connecting door tapped.

"Come in Dad, I am decent." Well, decent as in I was wearing a robe, but Dad wouldn't see anything he shouldn't.

He came in and we hugged and i slipped my dress on and we went down for breakfast. Dad had a full English, grumbling as he always does when they add hash browns, 'bloody American things shouldn't be on a full English' he said. Every single time. I just had some croissants and coffee, I knew I would be hungry later, but that was nothing to the butterflies I had now, light breakfast only.

After breakfast we went back up to our rooms, Dad to try his suit on I supposed, although what he would be able to do now, at this late hour, if there was something wrong was beyond me, and here I now was doing my make up. The connecting door tapped.

"Come in Dad."

Dad walked in, "oh gosh darling, you are naked."

I laughed, "Dad, no, I have underwear on, it's fine."

He sat on the edge of the bed looking at me. "Look," he said, "I have to say something, it is almost the law."

"Oh, go on then," I laughed trying to get my blusher right.

"It is not too late to change your mind."

"Why on earth would I want to do that Dad? I love Dave, we are great together."

"Okay, I just had to ask, I mean you are young still, have you played the field enough? I mean, how do you know Dave is the one?"

I sat and thought about the words, had I played the field enough? I guessed not, but what did that matter? Dave and I were physically compatible, he made me laugh, he made my cum, oh boy did he ever, and why would I want to go with anyone else?

"Yes Dad, it's all fine I said," but Dad had me thinking. I knew that guys were different sizes, just as girls boobs were different sizes, and Dave's dick was the only one that I had taken inside me, would other dicks feel different, and if they did, would that be better or worse? I had stopped applying and melding my blusher and was staring into the mirror.

"Oh," Dad said, "have I got you thinking?"

I turned and looked at Dad and shrugged. "Not really Dad, but Dave was my first, in fact my only, and we, you know, fit."

Dad was doing a good job of not looking at my bra, I had to say. His eyes did keep dipping down but would then snap upwards again, and that in itself made me think. Should I have tried other boys, should I? It was too late now, I mean I was getting married in three hours, not going to find someone I trust enough to try, not now.

"I just think that you need to be sure when you are committing yourself. Don't forget, once you are married, what is his is yours, but equally, what is yours is his. You are financially committed as well as emotionally committed, you do need to be sure."

"A bit late to be thinking that now Dad. I mean a week ago I might have been able to find someone else to, you know, try, for comparison, but not now, I'm getting married in three hours for goodness sake." But I now had doubts, I mean, really, what if another guys dick fitted me better? Would that make a difference? Dave's dick fitted just fine.

And then I thought, 'what am I saying, it fits fine,' what does that even mean? Selene's boyfriend, or so she says, is huge and stretches her out like nothing she has ever known. 'God Marie, it is fucking huge, I fucking know when that is inside me, and no way he is going in the back door with that monster.' Dave isn't like that, it fits, it goes in, it is nice, he makes me scream my orgasms, it's fine, I have nothing to worry about.

"Well, if you are sure baby," Dad said and his eyes went lower and I realised he was looking at my knickers. Oh shit, I had a camel, not ideal in front of your Dad, and as I looked back up I realised that Dad's trousers were tenting. God, was I turning my Dad on? Really?

I stood up and went across to Dad and pulled him to his feet and cuddled him, squeezing him tight, "I think I am sure Dad," I said softly into his ear as I felt his hard dick pressing into my stomach. "Although Dad, I suppose that it is probably too late to try an alternative, I mean where could I find someone that I could trust at this late hour?"

"Oh baby, I didn't mean that you should, just think about it."

I pressed my belly against his hard dick and I heard him swallow, was it arousal or embarrassment, I didn't know. "I trust you Dad," I said.

"Oh shit," Dad said and pulled back. "Baby, that isn't what I meant."

"Dad, your dick says otherwise."

His face went red and he looked away, not able to look me in the eyes. What was he thinking? Was he thinking that he could fuck me? Was that going through his mind? I put my hands behind me and undid my bra and let it fall forwards. That got Dad's attention, his eyes glued to my boobs.

"I don't know Marie, that's wrong."

I put my hands in the waist of my knickers and pushed them down, lifting each leg in turn until my knickers were off and I was standing naked in front of Dad. I stepped forwards and took his face in my hands and kissed him. Not a daughter kiss, no, this was a fuck me kiss, my mouth open, my tongue forcing its way into his mouth. His dick felt like a rolling pin in his trousers.

"If you don't, I'll never know," I said into his ear as my hand pressed against his dick still hidden inside his trousers. He gasped as my hand squeezed him.

"Oh shit," he said and he pulled back, undoing some buttons on his shirt and pulling it over his head. I undid his trousers and putting my hands at his waist I pulled his trousers and underpants down in one go.

Oh shit, his dick was fucking huge. Oh my God, no way I could take that, no, no way, I had gone too far, and now I had my dad all unnecessary and I was not woman enough to help him out. Dad took my hands and pulled me to the bed, pushing me down onto the mattress, and his head disappeared between my legs, I felt his breath on my fanny.

I needed to stop him, I couldn't let him destroy my fanny with that dick, I would be useless on my wedding night, and then Dad's tongue found my nubbin and I almost screamed as the pleasures rushed throughout my body and my fingers were clutching at the sheet of my unmade bed, pulling at it, as my heels scrabbled for purchase.

He sucked, he dabbed, he licked and as my pressures grew, my body tensing more and more, I felt fingers circle my entrance. Fingers, plural, I had only ever had one in there before, and then the fingers began pushing and my fanny began stretching, wider and wider, surely it couldn't stretch that much? I realised my mouth was open and I wasn't moving, I was in a trance of pleasures that I had never experienced before.

The fingers pushed inside me, stretching my fanny wider than it been and then they moved apart, inside me, I had never felt anything like it, it was as if there was something alive inside me, this wasn't simply penetration, it was moving, living. Loving.

Dad pinched my nubbin between his teeth and pulled at it, my pressures went up several notches my pleasures were flooding my entire body, I was helpless as Dad pulled his fingers out of my fanny, I felt empty like I had never felt before, and then Dad was pressing in again, oh fuck, there were more fingers, three, four? I couldn't tell, and then he was fucking me with his fingers.

I was grunting, I was gasping, my buttocks were clenching, I was arching off the bed, my mouth still wide open, my tongue flapping uselessly as Dad worked on my arousals. I shrieked, I screamed, I bucked up as my orgasm exploded through my body, an orgasm more powerful than any I had ever had, it exhausted me, I was unable to speak or even consciously move, I was a rag doll.

Dad's fingers pulled out of my fanny and I was open, the Mersey Tunnel lay between my legs, my fanny was gone. I was staring sightlessly and Dad hove into view, his monster dick nudging at my groin. 'God no' I thought but couldn't say.

It pressed, it pushed, and it entered, slowly going deeper, stretching my fanny more and more, a nice stretch, a pleasurable stretch, a feeling warmer than I had enjoyed before. I felt his foreskin rolling down his dick and then his rim popped free, and it was scraping down my fanny walls, popping over my ridges as if they weren't even there. Each ridge popped sent a tremor of pleasures through me and I realised I wasn't responding, I was just lying there getting fucked.

Dad began to up his tempo, going faster and deeper, I was no longer worried about if his dick fitted, it did, I was now worried if Dave's dick would even touch the sides after Dad's monster, could I marry a man who had a dick so much smaller than my Dad? Could I?

The slaps of Dad's pubis hitting my Mons echoed around the bedroom, my gasps and Dad's grunts added in, the sound of sex. No, not sex, raw fucking, Dad was fucking my brains out, I had never ever felt so out of control. My hands were on Dad's back, my finger nail digging in, my legs apart and knees bent and I was being pummelled into the mattress.

"Oh fuck baby," Dad gasped and he slammed in harder than ever, holding his dick inside me, pressing it as deep as he could go and I felt his ejaculations, spurts from a fire hose, filling me, flooding my womb, squirting somehow down the sides and onto my thighs. There was a pause, a gap in reasoning and then someone screamed and shrieked as another orgasm exploded through out her body.

That someone was me, I had never multiple orgasmed, and now I had an orgasm even greater than the one I had a few moments or was it hours, ago. I had to have drawn blood on Dad's back, my fingers seemed embedded deeply. I was bucking, my hips thrashing, my legs kicking and then as suddenly as it over took, it was gone, and I was laying on my back, panting, trying to gulp in air.

"Fuck," it was all I could manage. I didn't know what to say.

Dad eased back a little and his dick fell from my fanny followed by a surge of his spunk, flowing down and filling my arse crack. He rolled to the side of me, his chest heaving as he recovered.

"Wow," Dad gasped, "you are the first since your Mum, I had forgotten, I had put it all behind me when your Mum passed."

"I don't know what to say." And I didn't, I had no words, I couldn't work out what had happened, what would happen tonight when I went to bed with my husband.

"Me either, I didn't expect that sweetheart."

"My fanny is ruined."

"No it isn't, it'll go back to its normal size very quickly."

"I have to have your dick now."

"You are getting married soon, you will have a dick of your own."

"Maybe, but your dick is now mine, you will come round and fuck my brains out at least twice a week, at least."

"Oh."

"Never mind 'oh'" I reached across and held his dick in my hand, and it started getting hard again. "You better fuck me again before I need to finish my make up."