Big Daddy

It was bad luck to see the bride before she walked down the altar, but I knew something was up. We were at the Bryant house. Dan and Courtney had just driven over to the church, and Mrs. Bryant had a last minute stop to pick up the corsages. I told my brother-in-law-to-be I'd see him over there in a minute. He smiled and gave me a pat on the shoulder. 

"Don't be late to your own wedding, bro... though my sister may be the one holding things up. She's always thirty minutes late," he laughed. It was true, Cheryl loved taking her time getting ready. It used to annoy the crap out of me, but I came to enjoy the fact she was always made up and pretty. 

Dan looked pretty good in his suit, I decided, but my attention was on Courtney. She still had those post-pregnancy boobs, which pushed out insanely, forming an incredible cleavage. I know women complain about bridesmaid dresses, but they have a knack for showing which women are fucking stacked like Courtney. I was getting very jealous of Mark's success with her. I had a feeling he wasn't fucking her much, he was too busy with Cheryl. But the way she acted around her father in law was flirty and very hot to watch.

They'd barely driven off when I went to Mark's study. The door was closed. I didn't knock, because I knew what was going on. 

Indeed, as I pried the door open, I saw them going at it. Big Daddy giving his Princess one last fuck before she walked down the aisle.

They were doing it on the desk, Mark's back facing me, but could see her white satin dressed pulled up and hanging off the desk edge as he pounded her and she clung to his suited back, emitting high cries of sexual pleasure that were nasty given the circumstances. 

Mark had on a nice charcoal suit, his trousers bunched around his ankles, that meaty ass clenching in time, his upper body hunched over Cheryl.

"I love you, Angel," he hissed, his emotion matching his clear incestuous lust. "So much."

"Love you, too, Daddy," my fiancee cried. I normally hated when porn actresses would get that high whine of a fake-O voice. But Cheryl's was the real deal. Mark's huge cock was gonna give her a major orgasm, soon. 

"Oh fuck, honey," Mark growled, throwing that fat dick deeper and harder to his daughter. I stepped in for a better view. I had restrained from watching them mate lately, but this felt like a special occasion. "You're so fucking good to me, Princess."

Cheryl got a little giggle that interrupted itself with a cry of pleasure. Then she fed her dad's desire even more. "Momma's not taking care of your big cock, Daddy?"

That got a deep growl from the man. "She never has, baby. You know that. Not like my little girl."

"Oh fuck Daddy.... I'm gonna cum...."

"Come on, baby. Come on your daddy's cock. On your wedding day."

"Oh yes... yes!"

I was dripping hard in my tux. As Mark gave his final thrusts inside Cheryl and unloaded in his daughter's cunt, I stepped up and unzipped. 

Mark was a little surprised to see me when he pulled out, face flush, his big beefy body looking incredible, suited up on top and naked waist down. And that meaty dong swaying. 

I got down and started licking that dick. Not sucking him. Just tasting his seed and Cheryl's pussy on that amazing phallus. 

"That was hot, Mark," I said simply, like it was every day a son in law would be taking clean up duty on his father in law's cock. Then I turned toward Cheryl who looked on in her dazed fucked out state. Her wedding dress was still bunched up and those legs were still spread. 

I leaned in and started munching that seeded pussy, lapping at Mark Bryant's cum. I ate her out for a half minute then couldn't take any more. I stood up, cock erect and sticking out of my tux. I pulled Cheryl up, using my strength to steady her and gave her a soft kiss before sitting her down in Big Daddy's leather chair and stepping up. 

"Suck me, babe," I hissed, my need coming through. "Suck your husband's cock."

I pushed her blond hair out of the way as Cheryl leaned in and took my dick in her pretty mouth. I wasn't forceful and let her do the work. It wasn't gonna take me long anyway. I was getting caught up in the sensation, even, when I looked up and saw Mark pulling his suit pants back on, and tucking in. 

He didn't say anything, but smirked. At first I thought it was look of derision, but instead he was impressed. Impressed that his daughter knew how to suck cock better than a hooker. Or impressed that I was getting head an hour before walking down the aisle. Or impressed that I could be licking his dick one second and claiming a BJ the next. 

I didn't know. I just fed off his gaze as I felt my orgasm climb. I looked down at Cheryl. Sex vixen. Nympho next door. Then up at Mark. My boss, my father in law now. I could taste his cum on my lips still. 

I tossed back my head and muttered, "Oh shit!" Then I started cumming. It wasn't my only orgasm I'd have that day, but it was best. Right there in Mark Bryant's study, as he watched me feed his daughter my cum. In some ways this was just as messed up as getting off watching him seed Cheryl. Him watching me.

When I was done I pulled back and gave Cheryl a soft kiss. "Love you babe," I said.

"Mmmh... love you Nick."

Mark was now looking at his watch. "You better get over there son. I'll get Cheryl cleaned up."

I nodded and tucked my spent dick back in to my tux, tucking in. I took a look in the wall mirror in Mark's office and patted down my black jacket. "Look OK?" I asked the man. 

He nodded and smiled. "You look great son." He paused and stepped up, taking a second to look me over. "Welcome to the family, Nick. You're officially a Bryant now."

"Yessir," I beamed. 

***

The honeymoon was great. It was my parent's gift, since Mark Bryant had splashed out for a big wedding for Cheryl. Two weeks in the fucking Maldives. Me and Cheryl in one of those private huts floating on the water. I barely wore clothing except for meal time. Cheryl liked to show off her skimpy bikinis, but after a few days she was walking around nude, too. 

We fucked like bunnies. Three, four times a day. I thought I'd be shooting blanks, but I was going to make the most of my honeymoon. Cheryl seemed to love it, too. It was time for just us. No Big Daddy, no Dan or Randy. No temptation from Courtney's tits. I loved Cheryl and for all of the unconventional nature of our relationship, now marriage, we were crazy about each other. 

Maybe that's why she was surprised that first morning. We'd slept in and had a leisurely breakfast. I took a dip in the water while Cheryl showered up. I got out and was sitting in an outdoor chair when Cheryl stepped out, toweling off. 

"Babe... I can't seem to find my birth control pills."

I shrugged. "Yeah, I threw 'em out."

"What?" she giggled in shock. "When?"

"Frankfurt Airport," I said matter of factly. "You'd gone to the restroom, and I went through your bag and found them. And I threw them out."

"Nick!" Cheryl seemed upset, but I wasn't having any of it.

"You said you wanted to have kids once we got married. I figured why wait, right?" I could see her mental calculations. She wanted her Daddy's baby all right, just like slutty Courtney. That should have been a turn off. Instead it was a challenge.

My cock was growing now, firming up into a rigid stance. I hadn't gotten off this morning. With a playful pounce, I got up and started tickling Cheryl. 

"Nick!" she objected. For someone who was in nympho mode the night before she sure was defensive now.

I wasn't gonna let up. "Come on, babe," I hissed as I kissed along her neck and put my hands on her soft warm waist. "Let's make a baby... Boy, girl, I don't care. Love you so much..."

She relented. She didn't have any choice, really. I walked her back to the bed and we fell back in. a missionary embrace. I went at it slow, working her up with foreplay. Before plunging my cock into her unprotected pussy. My wife's pussy. 

It took longer than normal. But by the middle of our fuck, Cheryl was majorly into it. Writhing against my thrusts, urging me on. 

By the time I came and rolled off, she lay back, exhausted by the two orgasms I gave her. And maybe feeling a little defeated in her plans.

I wasn't dumb. It might take a while for Cheryl to be fertile after going off the pill. One, two, maybe three months. But I'd sent a signal. This baby was gonna be mine.

****

Cheryl slept in our first day back from the Maldives. It had been a long travel time, and we got in late at night. 

My body clock was off anyway, so I got up and quietly slipped out to the store to get some breakfast and some basic items. It was about nine when I got back to our place to see Mark Bryant's SUV in the driveway. The big man was getting out just I pulled up. I guess Cheryl was up now and had texted him.

I should have been pissed off at him, knowing why he'd come over. But the man was hot as fuck. Pale blue polo shirts molded on his big round shoulders and stretched around his chest and arms, thick hairy legs showing from his chino shorts and loafers. Guess it was casual Friday in the office.

"Nick!" He greeted. "Here let me help you with that," he said as he grabbed one of the grocery bags. "Came over to see how the trip was. Have a good time?"

"Amazing," I beamed. "Just what Cheryl and I needed."

He gave me a knowing look. I mean, in our low key way, we were talking about me fucking his daughter. 

"Glad to hear, Brennan," he grinned and followed me in side. 

Cheryl was up, wearing one of my shirts as a nightie. "My two favorite men," he said, looking up from the TV. 

"Your husband to the rescue with groceries," I smiled. "I'll make you some coffee. Mark, you want some?"

"I'm good," he said, plopping himself right next to his daughter on the couch. 

This was like so many other times. Mark and Cheryl, making out while I was in the other room. But it wasn't going to play out like the other times. As the coffee brewed I came back in, a small box in my hand. 

Cheryl was slowly kissing her father, who was feeling into her shirt and cupping her bare boob. 

"Guys," I said as I stepped in. 

Mark looked up, that cocky smile on his face. "Just getting reacquainted with my baby girl. I missed her..."

"Yeah, I know," I said, mustering a friendly look on my face. "But we got some new rules."

"Rules?" Cheryl asked, almost giggling. She wasn't gonna giggle now. I tossed down the box onto the coffee table. A pregnancy taste.

"Until I see a plus on this fucking stick, your Daddy's not fucking you."

"Nick..." Cheryl started to object.

Her father interjected. "Listen, Nick... I don't know where this jealous bit's coming from. But you know the deal. I come first."

I shook my head. "Not this time. You may be able to knock Courtney up, but I'm not a pushover like your son."

"Oh," Mark said, then got a big grin. "I didn't think you had the balls, son."

I looked over at Cheryl. Her eyes were wide. She was turned on by my assertiveness. 

I nodded and started undoing my shorts. "You can at least watch while Cheryl and I make you a grandkid."

***

Mark's big mistake was hiring me to work at R.C. Pool Supply. Without my longer commute, I was able to keep Cheryl's cunt good and seeded. Lunch breaks, late night sex, or a welcome-home quickie, I liked to mix it up. But I made sure to fuck my wife first thing each and every morning. That way, if Big Daddy somehow got to her later, my seed would be there first. 

But the man actually respected my assertion over Cheryl's womb. After a few weeks I started noticing the receptionist or one of the secretaries coming out of a closed-door meeting in Mark Bryant's office, face flushed and perfect hair a little not-so-perfect as they giggled and Mark would give a playful swat to the ass-side of her dress. I just hoped those women were on some pretty good birth control. 

I let Dan Bryant suck my dick, once. I explained to him that Cheryl and I were trying to get pregnant and I'd make it up to him in a couple of months. It was a weird thing to say, but I'd promised Big Daddy I'd look after Dan, and I intended to. And we bonded more, as buddies and as brothers. 

That's why I was feeling charitable one night after we wrapped up at the gym. I'd shifted my workout schedule to 8PM, so I could fuck Cheryl after work. The benefit was the gym was less crowded. Dan and I made small talk as we got dressed after showering off. But I could see the desire in his eyes. My body was really in its prime. I mean, Dan was looking pretty fucking hot, too, but I had him beat. He wasn't gonna ask me for anything, but he wanted it.

As we finally walked to our cars, in the nighttime darkness, I asked point blank. "Got a second, Dan?"

He paused. "Yeah, sure, what is it?"

I didn't answer him directly but said instead, "Why don't you come over to my car...?"

I opened the back door of the new sedan I was driving. Dan paused and kind of laughed nervously, getting some of what was up. He stepped toward my car and added, "I've been real respectful of you, Nick," he said. 

I patted his back and ushered him into the back seat. "I know buddy.... and I'm gonna give you a treat... why don't you take off those sweats and get a little comfortable?"

The big, built ex-football jock was almost giddy like a kid as he slid in and took off his sweatpants. 

"Briefs, too," I urged as I leaned into the front to root through the glove compartment. I found my trusty lubricant there that I normally used on Officer Slocum. 

When I slid into the back, next to my hunky brother in law, I saw him now sitting in anticipation, a hardon sticking up from his thick thighs but a questioning look on his face. Even in the dimness of the parking lot, those blue eyes of his drew me in. 

"You gonna fuck me, Nick?" he asked with excitement. 

"Not tonight, Dan, buddy... though I wanna. That ass of yours is amazing."

He smiled big, those white teeth showing. "Thanks, Nick. I've really been working on it."

"I know you have, bro," I said and scooted closer to him. I pulled his head toward mine and kissed him. I went soft and Dan followed my lead. I kissed him like I kissed girlfriends in high school that I wanted to reassure I wasn't just looking to get into their pants. 

I could feel Dan Bryant's body tense then relax as he leaned into the experience. Maybe I'd been a little hard charging with him the last couple of times. I was gonna make up for that now. 

"You doing OK, buddy?" I finally asked, my lips an inch from his. 

He smiled and nodded. "Oh yeah. Feels real nice, Nick." 

I massaged the back of his neck with my fingers and kissed him again.

I took my time. Dan deserved this, I decided. And he was loving this, even more than I expected. Maybe more than he expected. We kind of leaned back into the seat, like teenagers making out after prom. 

I finally pulled back and reached for the lube. "Lift your leg, buddy," I urged softly as I squirted a good amount of gel onto my fingers. I reached in and circled that pucker. It was nice and tight, and I could tell my brother and law had stayed off Grindr, like I'd instructed him to. I teased that ring and gently applied pressure. Finally, my index finger breached his entrance.

"Oh... yes," Dan gasped, looking up hungrily into my eyes. 

I wiggled in past his tightness. "Your Nick's got ya, buddy. Just relax."

It took a minute but Dan's guts unclenched and my finger was able to saw in and out. I added a second.

"Feels good, Nick," the guy said proactively, welcoming two fingers into his guts. 

I was providing a regular, steady finger fuck now. "Your ass feels good, brother," I hissed. It did too. So different than a pussy. Even different than Slocum's cop cunt. 

"Your fingers do too... brother," he replied. Trying on the word for size. His hardon jerked as he said it. 

Or maybe I just hit the right spot in him. I twisted inside him again and touched that joy button once more. Bingo.

Dan's strong hands reached up and gripped my arms. Defensively, in lust. His guts were full on accepting me now. Three fingers plunging in and out deeply, lubed and slick. 

"Don't hate me, Nick... but I love ya, man," the Golden Boy said softly. 

"I know you do, man," I replied. Not at all freaked out by his admission. He was just saying what had already developed between us. "Love ya, too, brother," I confessed.

And like that we were making out. Brother-in-law deep kissing session in the back of my car as my fingers pumped him harder and faster, like a cock. 

It was the same needy Dan Bryant as ever, only I saw him less as a slut, and more as a reflection of my own horny need. If I hadn't unloaded in his sister a couple hours earlier, I would have been railing his ass. But this was almost better. 

"Please, brother," Dan finally gasped as we broke the kiss. "I need to come. Please."

I paused the finger motion and reached down for the lube. I applied some to his erection and could almost hear the relief in his voice as his hand wrapped around it. 

"That enough, buddy?" I asked. 

He nodded. "Oh yeah... fuck..."

I started fingering him again. Not as fast but pushing in real deep with each stroke. The ex-jock seemed to love that. 

As I frigged him, Dan stroked and his eyes went wider. Baby blues looking up at me trustingly. "I remember what you said that first time it was just us, Nick," he said softly.

I tried to rack my brain, but he spoke before I could remember what he was talking about.

"... how I was your cunt."

"Fuck," I hissed. Spent or not, my dick was rock hard in my workout clothes. 

"I know you're married to Cheryl, man... but I'm still your cunt.. you know that, right?" 

It was clear that Dan had been thinking about that a lot and gone from reluctant acceptance to a full embrace of that term. "Damn, I got it, brother... a total fucking cunt for your man Nick."

"Fuck!" Dan hissed and I felt his bowels clench against my fingers a second before he sprayed his burly chest and abs with his seed. 

I let him ride out that cum then extracted my fingers, finding a napkin to wipe them off then taking a couple more to douse off Dan's cummy muscle. 

"You don't OK, buddy?" I asked. Dan seemed a little dazed and I knew we'd gonne into some deep territory just then. I could almost hear Big Daddy's voice in my head... "Look after my boy, Brennan."

Dan gave a reassuring smile as he pulled on his briefs and sweats again. "Oh yeah. Don't worry Nick, I know my place. But that was hot."

I patted my brother in law's leg affectionately. He was a great guy, really. Would give you the shirt off his back. 

"Another kiss before heading home?" I asked. This was for me as much as for Dan, I admitted to myself as we leaned in and shared a soft, tongue heavy kiss.

****

For all my compulsive need to keep Cheryl's womb seeded, the day we actually conceived, I just knew it. Her normal nympho sex drive was something else. Total heat as we woke up and embraced. Her hands practically clawed at my back and pulled me on top of her. 

I always have major morning wood and I worked my hard cock against her mound as we made out, her legs wrapping around my waist. Morning fucks were usually quicker affairs, but this wasn't going to be about foreplay or variety of sexual position. It was just a solid missionary fuck as I scooted my hips down and lined up. 

"Yes!" Cheryl cried as I entered her. Not roughly but firmly. We were outright fucking, as I clenched my ass in time to give her a steady pump. 

"We're gonna do it today, aren't we babe?" I asked, my voice horny with need. "Gonna make a baby..."

"Nick... I want it. Want you to be a daddy..."

That did it. I normally have some goddamn staying power, but I shot my cum right into her pussy. Deep, and the knowledge I very well may be impregnating her turned me on even more. I knew I could go again, so I kept fucking. 

The second round was even better. I put every bit of athleticism into. I made Cheryl cum. And I made her cum again. I talked about the baby we were making. How I loved her. I worked up a sweat thrusting on top of her. I felt the pleasure in my cock grow to something more intense. And I came a second time, shooting more of my potent seed inside her. 

She was a little exhausted but had a big smile on her face when I dismounted. 

"If that didn't do the trick, I'll be surprised," I said, my dick softening but my whole body somehow still turned on.

She giggled and nodded. "We'll see, Nick."

***

We kept at it. Fucking like bunnies. And half the time Cheryl would initiate it. The more we realized that pregnancy could happen the more real it seemed and the more we wanted it. 

It was the best month of our marriage so far. Gone was the distrust and the games. It was just me and my Southern belle wife. No Big Daddy. Just us. We enjoyed the time together out of the bedroom, too. I even volunteered to go to theater with her in Austin one Saturday.

It was the next week when Cheryl greeted me with a huge smile when I came home from work. 

"Nick, hon... I missed my period. I gave it a couple of days and then took the test." She held up the plastic stick. 

I didn't even have to look but I did. Two lines for pregnant. 

"Oh babe," I growled and reached down to pull her into a tight hug, lifting her up off the ground playfully. "Love you so much."

We kissed. A husband and wife kiss. Loving, deep. 

Finally, Cheryl got one of her coquettish grins and reached down to cup my crotch. "Why don't we go celebrate, honey?" she asked. 

I nodded and walked her to the bedroom, my dick growing harder with each step. "Damn... I'm gonna be a daddy," I growled.