My Wedding Day
by Persephone

(Oh Daddy, I'm so excited! I wish you could be here. It's my wedding day! I'm getting maaarrriiieeed!

Oh I can't wait!)



Thirteen year old Sheila LaBeau set her pen down, closed her diary and hopped off the bed. She ran her fingers through her long sandy blonde hair, kissed her brother's semi-erect cock and examined her nude body in the mirror.

"Married, Brian!" she said enthusiastically, "I'm getting married!"

"I still get to fuck you, right?" her brother asked. He idly stroked his cock with one hand.

"Of course, silly. You're my brother. You always get to fuck me."

"Cool." Brian rolled back over on their shared bed and reached for the tube of Spermup. He rubbed a little on his cock, which instantly sprang back to life. "Cause I've been fucking my baby sister since we were kids, and I don't wanna stop now."

"Oh silly. You'll always have me."

Sheila dotted a little nipple cream on her young, rosy red nipples, teased her moist pussy and headed downstairs.



"And here's the little our little bridal slut now," a big man boomed as she emerged into the kitchen. He stood up, his massive cock proud and raw."Give us a kiss, little nymphette."

Sheila ran to him and threw her arms around him, delighting in the feel of his huge cock pressed between her little tits. He picked her up and slid into her, filling her young pussy in one thrust. Shelia gasped and giggled in one breath, and kissed the man hungrily, riding his body as they fucked.

"Uncle Stan, I'm so excited! I gonna be a wife!"

Stan nodded, grunting as his cock threatened to explode inside her. Sheila kissed him again, stepped back and knelt down before his massive cock. He winked at her, stroked his meat and sent an enormous gush of cum splashing all over her child-like face.

"Oh uncle, nobody cums for me like you do," Sheila purred happily. She scooped some cum into her mouth, rubbed some across her nipples and fingered the rest into her pussy.

"You always taste so good, Uncle Stan. I love your sperm."



"Just look at our little bride to be! So pretty!"

"Mom!" Sheila ran into her mother's arms. "Mom I'm getting married today!" the naked young beauty hugged her mother with tears on her cheeks. "Married!"

"I know, I'm so excited for you. Everyone in town is talking about it." Her mother put her groceries down and ran her hands down her nude body. "But the big question is, who's fucked you so far today?"

"Oh, only Brian and Uncle Stan," Sheila pouted.

"That's a nice cocktail," her mother said, "lay back, let me have a taste." Shelia obediently lay back on the kitchen table and spread her legs, and gasped as her mother buried her tongue in her young, moist pussy.

"Mmmm, so nice," she said softly, blowing cool air onto her daughter's labia. "Stan, you really do have the tastiest cum.

"And there's always more, Sophia," Stan said, his cock still ramrod hard. He positioned himself behind his sister and rubbed his cock between the soft globes of her ass. Sheila's mom let out a happy little moan and spread her ass cheeks, letting her brother pound into her. His thrusts drove his sister, who squealed with delight at the sensation.

After a few moments, Stan pulled out and let his sister and niece sit side by side on the kitchen table awaiting his gift. He stroked a few more times, and less than ten minutes after cumming for his little niece, shot a load of hot, ropey sperm into both their mouths. Mother and daughter kissed, sharing the delicious semen.

"Mmmm, so good! Stan, if you weren't my brother, I'd..."

"Do this anyway?"

"Well, yeah," she said, laughing. Sheila grinned from ear to ear, proud of her loving family.

"So, little princess," Sophia said, "have you thought about what to wear for your wedding? It is only in a few hours, you know."

Sheila's face darkened slightly. "That's the hard part, Mom, I don't know! I know I have to wear something, but... Oh I HATE clothes! They're so STUPID!"

"Relax, little minx, you won't have to wear anything for long. And it comes off right away anyway."

"....but....."

"Baby, it's our tradition. Only this one time, okay? Can you do it for me?" Sophia paused for a second. "Can you do it for Daddy? He's watching too, you know, from the rainbow."

Her uncle Stan sat next to Sophia and held Sheila's hand. "When I first met your Daddy," he said, "I thought he was the biggest loobah I'd ever met. I didn't want him fucking my sister! But we became friends, and when they got married it was a great day. I know he'd be real proud of you. It's only for an hour, little slut cake. Then you can go back to your normal, fuckable self."

" ...okay. I'll wear a dress for Daddy. But only for an hour!"

"Only an hour. Maybe not even that much."



Three hours later, Sheila, Brian, Stan, Sophia and many others were gathered in the churchyard.

The church was an outdoor structure, a fifty foot circle of pillars with little fountains between them. Sophia and Stan were both nude, and between them Sheila stood alone, looking awkward and uncomfortable in a thin black crocheted dress that covered almost nothing. She kept tugging the hem up and pulling the fabric away from her nipples. Despite the awkward dress, she looked radiant with yellow flowers braided into her hair, her makeup expertly applied and matching lipstick on her mouth, nipples, and labia.

The crowd hushed as the Priest and Priestess stepped forward.

"Welcome friends," the naked Priest said, "to a most auspicious event! Our own Sheila LaBeau is getting married!" There was an enthusiastic cheer from the naked crowd, some of whom were quietly fucking in their seats.

"When Sophia, Sheila's mother, came to us with the idea for her marriage, if course we were delighted! And in the four years between that day and now, thus little angel has only gotten more radiant, more desirable, more fuckable."

"So today," the Priestess said, beaming, "we urge you all to join us in celebration as Sheila LaBeau becomes a Bride of Light.

Shelia, would you step forward please?"

"Do I get to lose this stupid dress?"

"In a minute, sunshine."

"My friends, as Priests of Light, we have watched Sheila grow from an adorable child, to a desirable adolescent slut. And she will only continue to grow, and become more radiant, more exquisite. I see in her a 'Jorha Des Bonifanta', a Slut Most Fuckable."

"Until now, we have only watched in envy while her charms and passions were limited to her family.

But now, today, we can proudly tell you that she is a Bride of Light, and that any man who sees her when light caresses her body, is her Husband. Any woman who sees her when light caresses her body, is her Wife.

And all who see her, can partake of her many charms and desires!"

Sheila was grinning at the prospect of being "everybody's" wife, that now anyone who saw her - not just her own family - could fuck her. She was shimmering with excitement.

"Sheila LaBeau, will you please say after me,

"I am a Bride of Light."

"I am a Bride of Light."

"I am betrothed to all who see me in the light of day."

"I am betrothed to all who see me in the light of day."

"My pussy is a temple, my mouth is a gift."

"My pussy is a temple, my mouth is a gift."

"Darkness will never obscure my body, or touch my soul."

"Darkness will never obscure my body, or touch my soul."

"I am one to all, with love."

"I am one to all, with love."

Shelia was almost crying with excitement, and her mother clutched her brother's hand as tears ran down her cheeks.

"Sheila LeBeau, who would reveal you to the light?"

"Oh, since my Daddy is in the rainbow - Hi Daddy, I love you! Look at me! - I want my Uncle Stan to do it."

Stan stepped forward, his face beaming with pride and his cock erect to the point of explosion.

"Stan, if you would?"

Stan looked his niece in the eye, blew her a kiss and lifted the thin dress from her body.

"As the fabric is removed from your body, you are exposed into the light. Your body is exposed to us all." She squealed with delight as the fabric was lifted away.

"Sheila LaBeau, you stand before us now, married to light, married to love, married to sex. Do you wish to offer yourself to the passions of light?"

"Oh, please, yes yes please!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, you may fuck the bride! Who would be your first, Bride of Light?"

"Ummm ...." the naked teenage girl looked momentarily confused. Then she closed her eyes, held her hands out, turned around and walked until she touched skin. She opened her eyes to see that she was touching a young, dark-skinned man with a long, slender, hard cock. "What's your name?" she whispered.

"Ethan Julian."

"Ethan Julian," she declared, "is my first fuck in the light!"

She held his hand and walked back to the center of the circle of pillars, lay down and looked him in the eye. "Don't stop, my husband," she said, "don't you ever stop. I need your cum."

And Ethan Julian became the first of thirteen year old Sheila's many, many husbands.