Out in the crowd, I saw a woman stand up, her eyes scanning the room. Meredith, Abby's mom. Things had gotten slightly boisterous now that I had cum in my frist bride as ceremony demanded, but as she tapped her crystal glass of wine people slowly gave her their attention.

"We're so happy to be here today, " she began, "on this most joyous occasion of our daughter's wedding. Both of our little girls have taken the first step on a wondrous journey, a journey of love, commitment, and satisfaction."

Her eyes slipped up to the main table where I was fucking her daughter, one of the little girls in question. She gave us a happy smile.

"It was a long time ago, but when Alex and I first got together, things were very dicey." She looked down to where her elderly husband sat beside her, looking as if he might doze off, and smacked his shoulder. "Hey! Wake up you old coot! It's your daughter's big day!"

He grunted and looked around, slightly bleary-eyed. I think the wine had had an ample effect on him. Some scattered laughter rang out as Meredith continued.

"Anyway. It was shortly after HTV, and like a lot of young girls I was suddenly feeling the need, harshly. He was my piano teacher at the time. I still remember how difficult it was - and how scared I had been - trying to keep my relationship with him secret. I was old enough to know what would happen to a man caught doing what we were doing. It never made much sense to me. I knew another man at the time, my gym coach, that had been found out, and watching as he was arrested and nearly torn apart by a crowd before he could be carted off to jail terrified me."

There were scattered nods from some of the older attendees. They remembered the tribulations of those times, when society still couldn't tolerate the relationships between men and young girls.

"But I look back and see how far we have come." She looked down at her drowsy husband, smiling. "In the decades since, crime has almost disappeared. Afflictions like depression are down, general happiness is up. The church has shown us the way out of our sinful past and into a blessed, beautiful future."

Abigail was still bouncing up and down on me, squeaking slightly with each thrust, not listening to her mom's speech. I held her hands in mine, relishing the sight of my new wife fucking herself on me with abandon. Meredith watched us in the act, fixing us both with a happy smile before continuing.

"Today, instead of being fearful for my little girls and the man they're marrying, we can be happy. HTV really changed so many things, and for the better. Seems like there are so many little girls nowadays, all horny. It's almost more than the men can do to keep up!

Scattered catcalls rang out around the room. Meredith grinned.

"I'm so grateful such relationships don't have to be hidden now. Now, with the blessing of the church, we can all be here, witnessing this sacred union. My daughters are so lucky to be married to such a wonderful man now, one who can do right by her..."

She trailed off, simply watching us, watching as the grown man fucked his tiny child bride, her sweet little daughter. Abigail was panting now, breath heavy, hands tightening on my shoulders as she neared orgasm.

"Hey!" Meredith suddenly shouted at me. "Make sure you fuck my little girls at least 3 times a day each, you hear? Don't slack off!"

Laughter and cheers rang out from the crowd. "And if they're not both pregnant inside 6 months I'll have to send her father over there to do the deed himself until they are!"

More laughter and cheers rang out. Abigail was leaning close to me, her ass pistoning up and down, pussy a plunging engine tightening on my cock.

"She doesn't know yet, " Abby panted, grinning. "I think you got me pregnant the first night you fucked me."

"I didn't know I had that much semen in me until that night, " I laughed. "Somehow it all ended up in you."

"I couldn't get enough, " Abby whispered, her eyes shaded, glazed with pleasure. "I still can't. There's only one thing I still want from you...Daddy."

My hands were on her buttcheeks, joining her motions, forcing her down onto my cock with each stroke. Abby had that breathless, dizzied look on her face that showed she was about to cum. We were both so close. I could hear the general merrymaking going on around the room - including more girlish grunting and squealing as our guests pursued their own sexual pleasure, but I leaned in to hear Abby's panting words."

"I...want...to watch...you-erg, fuck...fuck...fuck-uh!...fuck my little sister! Unnnnngh!"

Abby slammed herself down on me, shaking like a jackhammer, just as I exploded inside. Lightning seared a course from brain to balls as my pumping prick erupted like a firehose. Abigail's delicate frame shuddered against me, my arms wrapped behind her back, holding her tight like she was a fly caught in my web. I could feel thick ropes of sticky jizz blasting up inside the little girl, slamming against her closed womb and pooling into a gooey reservoir of love juice as the throbbing muscles of her cunt twitched in wild convulsions, each pulse sending shocks of thunderous pleasure into the lightning rod of my cock. We held each other, panting and gasping together, husband and wife, Daddy and his new daughter, locked together like one spasming body lost in an ocean of bliss.

My mind drifted down like a feather from a stratosphere of crackling ecstasy, an ocean calming after a storm. It seemed minutes until I could open my heavy eyes, but when I did, I saw Abby staring at me inches away, her white veil cascading down around her hair like a halo, looking into my gaze with a happy smile. We kissed, our lips locking tightly.

Abby sighed and slumped against me when our lips finally broke. She had that lovely just-fucked smile little girls get when they've been satisfied properly by a man. I nuzzled her ear, watching out guests undertake their own shenanigans at the other tables. Everywhere I looked, couples were enjoying each other in a variety of ways - a grandfather bouncing his little granddaughter on his lap, a brother fucking his bent-over little sister, a mother letting her daughter lie back against her as Daddy hiked up her skirt and diddled her little clit. Fantastic. The guests were having a good time, and so was I. I could ask for little else. Waiters filtered among the partygoers, refreshing plates of food and wine. The photographer circled endlessly, capturing special moments with his endless clicking.

"Ahhh..." Abigail stirred slightly, wrapping her arms around my torso as she leaned into me, my softening cock still plugging my sperm in her little cunt. "You've made me so happy. It's like a dream." The slight curls of her dark hair tickled my throat.

"No dream baby. The best is yet to come."

"I know." She giggled. "And I get to watch you fuck Sally. You've wanted to so bad, haven't you?"

"A gentleman never tells, " I murmured, looking over at the girl. She looked delicious, seated one seat away from me where she had been sitting on the other side of Abigail. She was chasing a bit of mashed potatoes around her plate with a fork, distracted by something, staring vacantly.

"Something's wrong though, " Abby muttered in a low voice. I almost didn't catch it.

"What's that? What is it?" I asked her. Abby's head was resting on my chest, facing away from Sally, but she turned it to catch a glimpse of her sister.

"I don't know but...she's acting a little weird, " she whispered. I glanced over at Sally again. She was eating again now. She seemed ok.

"Looks fine to me, " I muttered.

"No. Something's wrong. Well...I think it is. She's too quiet. Maybe she's hiding something."

I glanced side-eyed at Sally. Was something wrong? I couldn't see it. Sally appeared perky, scrumptious in her sexy little bridal boudoir outfit. I couldn't wait to fuck my third wife. Before I could say anything else though, a man in the crowd of guests rose up and caught everyone's attention.

"Hello everyone, hello. Um, my name is Michael. I just wanted to say a few words. Oh, don't stop on my account." He nodded at the grandfather with his cock buried in his granddaughter, bouncing the little nymph on his lap. "I'll be quick."

He cleared his throat, looking around, seeming just the slightest bit nervous, but when he started again the jumpy quiver disappeared from his voice quickly.

"There's a framed plaque in my office at the elementary school - it says 'Michael Renner, Celebrated SOEF Educator. I look at it often, feeling a sense of pride when I do. 'Educator'. When it comes to kids, that title means something much different than it did 50 years ago."

He stopped and took a sip of his wine, then continued.

"Teachers used to only concern themselves with the scholastic aspect of their students, caring little for anything else. After HTV, it became apparent that would need to change. Sexual education for our girls was suddenly a dire necessity. Though it took some time, and no small amount of social strife, the SOEF curriculum was finally born and adopted nationwide."

"I have the privilege of having 22 little girls in my classroom this year, " he continued, "and it's my joy to guide them through the exploration of their sexual desires and show them how to fulfill them. I know what it's like to be a caregiver." He nodded at me up front, where Abigail and I were resting, the girl still on my lap.

"And I know what it's like to be a father." He nodded down at the girl seated next to him at the table, a sweet little thing of about 15. Camilla, if I remembered right. "Filling both roles is tough - I know the challenge and the demands it puts on a man to strive to be all a little girl needs."

Scattered heads were nodding at his words - those not too preoccupied anyway. Michael stopped to raise his glass of wine, looking at me.

"But if anyone is up to the task, it's Mark. I have no doubt he'll be able to take wonderful care of all of the needs of his three lovely wives. The church tells us the love of a little girl is the highest gift, and you've been thrice blessed. To you, Mark, and the road ahead."

He raised the glass high and doffed it to the cheers of the crowd. I smiled. Michael was an old friend, but still sentimental to the core.

Abby was wiggling now, ready to be let down. I helped her off my cock and back onto her feet with a satisfied sigh. God she was a good fuck. Just as good as my daughter. Speaking of that - I turned my head to look - where was Sally? Her seat was empty.

"Hey, " I whispered to Abby, pointing. "Where'd she go?"

"I didn't see her. Uh...that man was talking. I'm not sure where she went."

"Hmmm. Well, stay here a minute." I could see the door just a short ways beyond the empty chair, at the edge of the stage. It was slightly ajar. I took one last look at the guests, seeing them mostly engrossed in their own socializing and sexualizing, and stood up to walk to the door.

It hadn't shut all the way. I pushed it open, seeing a short hallway leading to an alcove with an ornate window that overlooked a corner of the courtyard below. There was a little bench in front of the window, and Sally was sitting on it facing away. I took in the girl, the veil hanging from her hair, the sheer skirt folds draped over the sides of the bench. Was she ok? I shut the door behind me, wanting to talk to her alone.

Sally didn't move as I walked up and took a quiet seat beside her, staring out the window as she was. Below us, a lovely garden of shrubs and flowerbeds bursting with colors provided a compelling view. I let the moment hang in silence for a minute before raising a hand and putting it on Sally's shoulder.

"Hey, " I said, my voice gentle. "What's the matter?"

Sally kicked her dangling feet nervously, looking out the window, chewing her lip with a slight frown, but she didn't answer me.

"Sally." I squeezed her shoulder. "You know you can tell me anything, right? Even if it's hard or you think I don't want to hear it. I'll always listen to you, and I'll always be here for you when something is bothering you."

Sally let her head drop, looking down, before looking back up at me. She was upset. Not crying, but I could sense in the glisten of her eyes that she was close.

"It's ok, " she said. "You can go back out and join the party. Everyone's having a good time."

"I'm not going anywhere, " I said. "Not without you. I wouldn't be having a good time out there if you're not with me."

"You don't need me, " she said, frowning. "You just married me because my sister asked. You're probably going to fuck them all the time and forget about me."

"What?!" I struggled to calm my voice, trying to mute my surprise. "No, that's not true. Hey. I'm not going to forget about you Sally." I put my finger to her chin, looking into her eyes. "Ever. You're my wife and my daughter now. That makes you number one to me."

"But I'm not number one, am I?" she mumbled, dropping her gaze. "You looked like you had a lot of fun cumming in Abby. Wouldn't you rather have her ride you again than little old me?"

She was looking down and away again, miserable, unable to meet my gaze. "No!" I said. "Now listen, Sally. We both swore vows back there. You and I, to care for each other no matter what. You are no less precious to me than Grace or your sister. I love you."

"I'm just...just always in Abby's shadow." Sally's legs kicked back and forth nervously. She was looking down at the ring on her finger, twisting it. "Mom and dad always seem to forget about me. They talk about marrying her off all the time. She's the pretty one."

"You're no less attractive than your sister, " I said firmly. "And I love you no less than her."

"Yeah, but you've fucked her a bunch of times right?"

"Is that what this is about?" I asked, puzzled. Sally was silent, a grim look on her normally sunny face.

The poor girl. How long had I known her, only a few weeks or so? And Abby months. I had a much stronger relationship with Abigail by now. Poor Sally had agreed to marry me, and I loved her completely, but she must have felt she was being pulled along in the wake of her sister. She hadn't said anything about it.

I sat back, trying to think of what to say. Sally resumed kicking her legs, staring out the window.

"I'm sorry, " I said. "I didn't see it. Of course I've known your sister longer than I've known you, and she's had most of my attention. That wasn't fair to you, Sally." I looked down and touched her chin, guiding her to look up at me. "Please forgive me. Can you do that?"

She nodded. "Yeah. Of course." A brief pause as she swallowed the emotion in her throat. "I do love you."

"And I love you, " I said, nodding affirmatively, then ducking to give her a kiss on the forehead. "Love can fix anything. Heal anything. If I've been neglecting you Sally, please give me a chance to make it up to you right now."

I could see the gleam building again in her eye now. Not tears, but something else. A subtle, ineluctable urge growing, displacing her gloominess.

"You're my new wife, my new daughter, " I said. Sally nodded.

"And I'm going to do something for you, Sally." My voice had the slightest hint of a tease.

"What?" Sally finally replaced her frown with a faint smirk.

"I'm going to pick you up..."

"Oh?"

"And I'm going to take you out there..."

"Really..." she snickered.

"And I'm going to sit down with you in my arms..."

"I like where this is going..." Her smirk had widened into a sunny grin with a twist of horniness lurking behind.

"And I'm going to fuck your brains out."

"With everyone watching?" Her look of mock horror brought a smile to my lips.

"Everyone. Your mom. Your dad. Your sister."

"Especially my sister." Her gleam was devious.

"And I'm going to make you cum so hard every single little girl in that room will be completely jealous of you."

Sally's face lit up like the sun, like I had just promised her the best present in the world. She leaped to her feet and threw her arms around me, hugging tightly. I made good on my words and scooped her up, getting to my feet in one smooth motion. She was so light, just a little slip of a girl, 6 years old and slender in her own right. But oh, so beautiful I thought, looking into her face as I carried her away from the window. I turned and hit the crash bar of the door with my butt to open it, carrying Sally in my arms still, the girl giggling madly.

Cheers came from the crowd as I re-emerged with my bride. Grace had a wide grin on her face. Abigail had a smile of relief. Sally tittered girlishly as I took my seat again, maneuvering the sweet little nymph on my lap. God, she was lovely. Sunny golden hair, eyes blue like the ocean, the meager covering of her bridal lingerie shining sensually as the white satin caught the light.

I leaned forward to kiss her, feeling her lips return the pressure eagerly as I used one hand to fish my aching cock back out again from my pants. I had been looking forward to this for as long as I knew this girl. Abby and Grace, I knew every twist, every spasm of their tight little cunts, but Sally was fresh ground, a horny virgin ready for her deflowering.

Sally looked down in surprise when she felt my meat slap against her privates, a faint look of shock as if she expected it to be smaller. And my cock did look like a swelling monstrosity next to the girl's tiny slit.

"Will it...will it fit?" Uncertainty flitted across her face.

"Of course, " I assured her. "I know how to get my cock in a 6-year-old, don't worry baby."

Sally grinned expectantly. I moved her legs and high heels to the side a bit more, spreading her thighs, and using the motion to rub my naked cock against her pussy. She shuddered, a full-body spasm of erotic awakening that fluttered from her feet up to her face, where her mouth lurched open in a sudden gasp.

"Good girl, " I muttered, running my hands up and down her body, feeling the sensual curve of her hips, the lovely swell of her flat breasts. She squeaked when I snaked my hands around for a quick grasp of her buttcheeks.

"Tell me what you want” I grinned.

"I...I want you." Her voice was a shaking quiver.

"What do you want?"

"I want...I want your cock."

"Where?" I prompted.

"There..." she nodded down. "In...in me. In my pussy."

She cut me off when I opened my mouth, tired of my teasing.

"Yes! Your cock, please. Put it inside me. I want your cock inside me, new Daddy! Please put it in!" I heard Abby and Grace laugh, just out of view.

"You got it, baby girl." I raised her butt up with my hands, letting the spear of my prick rest against that tiny little slit, rubbing it up and down with small motions. Sally squeaked something unintelligible, but I could feel the desire of her panting, the tremble of her body. With slow, gentle motions, I spread her cunt with my glans, then pushed the tip in.

Sally jerked and her breath caught in a choke. I gave her a moment, letting the girl get used to the feel of a man's cock for the first time. When she found her breath, I began to bob her up and down gently, using just the tip of my cock to pleasure her.

Few things in life compared to fucking a 6-year-old. There was something sublime in the sweet innocence of a girl barely aware of sex, suddenly being carried along by a shocking flux of new feelings and desires. I could feel them awakening in little Sally as my fingers explored her body, sliding up her sides, tweaking her little nipples, slipping under the filmy white skirt to rub her thighs. The sudden stimulation from a thousand different angles was a new thing for the girl, and I took it slow, letting her enjoy the shuddering pleasure of her body.

When she felt ready, when the entire tip of my cock had been lodged firmly into the tight pocket of her cute little cunny, I began to let her down a bit. Sally jerked in surprise with a garbled "ooohhhhOOOOHHHH" as the first half-inch of my cock penetrated the little girl. I think she might have thought that was the whole thing, when I was teasing her with the tip, and the sudden spread of her pussy was a shock.

"Doing ok?" I asked, brushing stray hair from her face. Sally nodded, gazing into my eyes, her hands resting on my shoulders. She seemed lost for words, panting with her tongue hanging out slightly.

"I'm gonna put some more of it in, sweetie." Sally nodded, and her fingers tightened their grip on my shoulders, fingers clutching the lapels of my tuxedo as I slipped another inch of my cock into her. Best to go slow, I knew, when it was a girl's first time. Sally was tense on my lap, her lip quivering. She turned to look at Abigail.

"Is it always like this?" she gasped.

"It gets easier, " Abby smiled. "But it's always good. It's the best thing in the world." Then Abby leaned in and kissed her little sister on the forehead.

"Can you take more, Sally?" Abby stared into her eyes from inches away. "He's barely in now."

"Y-yes. Go slow, please Daddy, " she whispered, her eyes almost closed.

"Don't worry, he's always gentle." Abby grinned. "Unless you don't want him to be."

Indeed. The last thing I wanted was to hurt my youngest bride at her wedding as I deflowered her. Out in the crowd, I could see Abby and Sally's mom keeping an eye on us up at the front, making sure her younger girl was ok as her new husband visibly slipped his throbbing cock into her.

"Here baby, " I said. "Lean forward a bit more. It'll be easier." I shifted my pelvis slightly for her, keeping Sally locked on the end of my prick, so she could be a little more comfortable. Now she could use her high heels for a little better leverage on the chair.

"I'll let you go, ok? I'll hold you up. Whenever you're ready and want more, just let yourself down a bit."

Sally nodded, her veil rustling. She squirmed slightly and bit her lip, then eased slow down, fitting another inch of my cock into her squeezing cunt. God, she was tight. And wet. The muscles of her tiny pussy squeezed chaotically, as if they didn't know what to do with the massive invader. I kissed her forehead in encouragement.

"That's it baby, just like that." Sally gritted her teeth, then relaxed, panting heavily.

"It was hard for me the first time too, " Grace offered from the side, putting a hand on Sally's shoulder. "But just open up bit by bit and trust that Daddy knows what to do."

"It feels...feels..." Sally's heavy gasps were a staccato beat, the enchanting music of a little girl lost in sexual pleasure. "Oh god I want it, I want it more." And she let herself down gently, sinking another inch of my pulsing cock into her slick pocket. I felt the stretching and slight tear of her hymen as she jerked, but I held her arms and legs tightly.

"OooooohhhhAHHHHH!" Sally threw her head back, mewling loudly, shuddering. Her pussy clamped like a throbbing vice around the meager half of my cock that was inside her. I kept her tight in an iron grip, relishing the chaos of emotion and ecstasy I could see on her face as the little 6-year-old underwent her first orgasm. Scattered cheers rang out from our crowd of guests too as the final bride climaxed. It was a token of good fortune for a marriage for any brides to orgasm at least once at their own wedding. The photographer, hovering a decent distance away, snapped a perfect shot of the beautiful moment. I leaned forward and kissed Sally on the lips as her climax dwindled away, holding the pressure, stealing her breath, until the girl finally slumped against me, exhausted.

"Oh Daddyyyyy..." she oozed, cooing in a drowsy post-coital haze. "Awwwwww that was so...so...amazing."

"See?" Said Grace from the side, her hand on Sally's shoulder. "I knew you'd like him."

"There's nothing to worry about, little sis, " said Abby, her hand on Sally's other shoulder. "We're all together now, closer than ever."

Sally squirmed languidly, my cock flexing and then popping out of her. Grace peered critically at the place where we had joined.

"Daddy, you didn't cum?"

I shook my head. "It was a bit quick. It's ok." I patted little Sally's head, resting on my shoulder. "She seems tired."

"Hey. Tired or not, you should have fun too, " Abby said huffily. Grace nodded, a pouting frown on her face. Then she stood up and began moving the plates and silverware aside.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I asked. Abby stood up and began helping Grace, clearing a spot on the tablecloth directly in front of me.

"If she's tired, just lay her down here, " said Abby.

"Come on. Don't you want to cum in her Daddy?" Grace puckered her lips in a mocking grin. "She's so cute, half-asleep like that."

I sighed. I suppose I should expect this all the time, with three randy girls in my house from now on. Not that I was complaining, because what man would complain about a healthy supply of preteen pussy on tap from his trio of young wives? Definitely not me. I relented, standing up while holding Sally to my chest, my cock flopping awkwardly. Grace helped me lay Sally on the table on her back while Abby pulled my chair back to make room.

"That's better, " said Grace, grinning. "Now you can fuck her easier."

"Better get to work." A sly grin grew on Abigail's face. "After all, she's the only one of us not pregnant yet."

"Hmmph, good point." I chuckled. Sally seemed to be coming around, realizing her predicament, on her back on the table with her legs spread. Grace and Abby moved to hold her arms down on each side.

"Big sis? Grace?" Sally's confusion was momentary, looking from side to side at the girls, until she looked at me again, standing over her, my cock out of my pants, rock-hard, pointing at her slit.

"Oh." The word was perfunctory, but the happy smile that dawned on her face said all that could be said.

I moved forward, positioning my cock at the tiny slit again, then easing forward until the glans just popped inside.

"Ooof!" Sally's legs kicked, her high heels sticking in the air behind me. The girl may have still been sore, but I felt a heat rising in my loins that I was having a lot of trouble managing. Seeing the little 6-year-old spread out on the table like that, her slutty bridal gear hiding very little of her pert, sexy body, and the hairless pussy just waiting for a man's big cock to stuff it, was driving me over the edge.

"We've got her, Daddy." Grace nodded at me.

"She won't be able to move. You can fuck my sister as hard as you want." Abby's nod showed her approval of that idea.

Sally squeaked when I pushed my cock inside, legs jerking again. She thrashed slightly, but the girls held her steady.

"Ooooh D-Daddy, " she stuttered. "It's b-big. Didn't know it would be so big like that..."

I pushed another inch in, this time less gently, relishing the gripping panic of the little girl's pussy walls as I spread them to their limit. God she was tight, and wet, the heavenly heat of her cunt radiating like liquid pleasure. Another inch. Sally choked and gulped for a moment, catching her breath, then looked up at me.

"Please Daddy, " she whispered. "Go all the way. Like you do with Abby. P-please..." Her eyes blinked slight tears at the tension in her loins. Her head was resting back on the silky sheen of her veil, her hair mussed, spread out in golden array all around her. She was so beautiful. How could I do anything, I thought, but show my love completely to this girl?

I pushed forward with renewed vigor, burying more of my cock into the frighteningly tight little tunnel. Sally squeaked. Push. Another half-inch. Mewling approval. Slippery goo leaked from the gripping walls as they quaked, the lubricating signal of my wife's desire. She needed me deeper. I went deeper. Another inch, the girl's hips shaking, reflex jerking her arms, but my other wives kept her tightly restrained.

"Ok baby." I bent down over her, close to her face. "This is it. You ready?"

"I'm r-ready Daddy." She gritted her teeth, panting breath flaring her nostrils. "Don't hold back, please."

I nodded, and then shoved my cock fully into the little girl. She yelped once, sudden tension in her thighs, slight tears running down her face, then smiled brightly. Happiness. Bliss. The warm sunrise of Sally's dawning grin, conveying the satisfaction of fulfillment at last. I held steady, letting her enjoy it, her first sensation of a fully-grown girth of manhood stretching her tiny cunny to the limit. Her tightened muscles held for a few moments, then relaxed as she accepted the shocking stretch of her insides, the widening fullness of her new Daddy's cock sunk inside her to the hilt.

"That's it, darling girl." I rubbed her belly encouragingly, then tweaked a nipple. "Just like that. Lovely." And she was lovely, as beautiful as a sunrise, golden hair astray on shining veil, sheer white satin of her boudoir dress, eyes heavy and lidded as she panted to accept what I was giving her. Of course, I had always felt that the most beautiful girl in the world was the one you were fucking right at that moment, but Sally absolutely embodied the sweet, innocent beauty that I so loved about young girls.

Grace waved away one of the waiters who moved to fill the wine glass that had been pushed to the side. In the distance, I could hear the wedding photographer snapping away, capturing this precious moment and others around the room. The crowd was a low murmur, but it all fell away, looking at Sally.

"It's going to get a little heated now, " I said to her. Sally nodded wordlessly.

"If you need me to stop just say it."

"No...no d-don't stop please. Go as much as you want. Don't stop until you cum in me Daddy."

Well, there it was. She didn't have to tell me twice. Gently, I slowly pulled my cock away, slipping back past the straining pussy walls I had stretched so wide, then pushing in again.

"Eeek!" Sally jerked, but the girls held on. I pulled back and thrust forward again, earning another squeal. Our activity at the head table had drawn more heads from our guests, and they cheered as they watched the little girl getting a good, solid fucking. I pulled back, pressed forward, establishing a regular rhythm, slipping my cock into Sally's tight, aching channel, the delicious, sucking friction of our motion stoking the the growing heat in my balls like a furnace. Sally gibbered wordlessly, the little girl barely holding on, but she wanted the same gift I had given her sister, and I was determined to give it to her. Back and forth, in and out, my cock thumping into the slippery little folds, relishing the vicelike clamping frenzy of pussy muscles inside her, I carried on. Faster. Harder. Thick fuckstick ramming into the teenage girl, stretching her, splitting her wide open to accept me. I was banging on like a full-steam locomotive, the table rocking back and forth, glasses knocking over, spilling wine onto the tablecloth. Plates rattled. Silverware clattered to the floor, and still I pressed on. Little Sally warbled and shrieked, legs jerking against my hips, my girls desperately holding her down. Fuck, she was so tight, so good, so beautiful on the end of my pumping, rigid cock. My lovely bride. My new little daughter. My thrashing little fuckmeat, twisting in the throes of the ecstasy I was giving her.

The world took on a hazy distance. Dimly, I thought I heard cheering. Must have quite an audience by this point, the dwindling part of my rational brain thought. It was being eclipsed by a raw, red hunger focused on the point of my cock, the tip of the spear I was ramming into this filthy little bride slut before me. I could feel that tip at the little girl's womb, banging her cervix over and over, my balls slapping against her bare thighs in time with our rhythm. Her legs drummed against my sides, her wails were the erotic aria of our melody. Her clenching pussy was the pounding percussion, throbbing in time with our heartbeats. I slammed in and out, rocking the table, all other stimuli in the world locked out save for the tiny girl thrashing on the end of my cock. Her back arched off the table. Her legs locked desperately behind me, the sharp points of her high heels against my buttocks, pulling me in. With one final, explosive thrust I rammed forward, burying myself balls-deep inside her, cock erupting like a firehose of white-hot magma that shot upwards and disappeared into the girl's womb. I felt myself gasping, twitching, balls clenching helplessly as I came and came, thick, ropey ejections of viscous cum crashing into the girl's insides like compressed tidal waves. A chaotic thumping rhythm throbbed in my ears, each ejaculation another smashing note, on and on seemingly without end. My hands were iron claws, holding the girl's thighs. My heart was drumming passion, my breath caught in my throat until my eyes burned. Still it went on, fireworks of euphoria launched from deep within my balls to travel up my cock and each one detonating into a spewing eruption of juice that blasted upwards, disappearing into the mysterious insides of the tight tunnel that encompassed me.

At some point my chest hitched, and I could breathe again. Gasping, I drifted on a tidal current, basking in the pleasure, the sensation of deep, desperate fulfillment. All my senses had drifted away save for the red ramming pleasure of my prick, but now they returned slowly, one by one. The feel of soft flesh in my hands. The sounds of a rowdy room. The smell of food and fresh sex. Sally gradually materialized before me as my sight cleared, the tablecloth a rumped chaos beneath her, spilled food and drink all about her from our thrashing. But she wore her perfect feature proudly - the bright shining smile of happiness as her fluttering eyes slowly opened and she looked up at me.

"God Daddy, " Grace laughed. "I didn't think you would ever stop cumming."

"Hey little sis, don't hog all of Daddy's semen!" Abby's pouting grin could be seen just to my side. "Save some for us ok?"

I sagged suddenly, the sensate world crashing back upon me. I leaned forward onto the table, resting on my hands, gasping. Fuck. That was one of the best orgasms I had ever had. Little Sally squirmed beneath me, her tiny body seeming so miniscule underneath mine. I took the moment I needed to catch my breath, then kissed her.

"See?" I said, pulling stray hair out of her face. "You'll never get my second-best, Sally." She laughed as I said it, the delightful lilting sound a perfect compliment to her winning smile.

I fell back onto my chair and somehow didn't topple. I was exhausted. Sheesh. Even Stallion could only go so far sometimes. But I had earned a break for the moment. The last sound I heard before I closed my eyes to rest a moment was the snapping of the photographer's camera, catching the view of little Sally stretched open on the table in front of me, her legs wide open and semen dripping from her snatch as her big sister took the crown of red roses off her head.

The cake-cutting was a blur. It felt like I might have broken something from the sexual overdrive needed to pleasure all three of my little girls. I let the girls do the cutting, the trio laughing over each other as I sat listlessly in the chair, resting. Abigail wiped a bit of white frosting on Sally's chin, made some ribald comment about how she should get used to looking like that from now on, to the crowd's ripe laughter. It seemed a bit hazy to me, like a dream. The photographer snapped away, capturing the precious moments, and the girls delivered the first slice of cake to me on a plate as the man of honor.

Once I managed to dig in to the cake, I started to feel a little better. Grace got me some water, which I accepted gratefully. Yeah. Probably just needed some hydration, after having given so much to my brides. Things took better shape then, and I watched our guests as the cake was carved up and disbursed to each of them. Some of the girls were bare-chested or nude now, having doffed their dresses for some fun during the reception. Everyone seemed to be having a good time. The photographer had ditched his camera for a camcorder and was moving among the guests' tables, lingering at a table of 5 teenage girls, capturing footage of their stories and well-wishes as they gobbled frosting and cake ravenously.

I eagerly accepted another slice of cake, feeling my strength returning. Sheesh. Maybe I should get one of those protein powders they made so ailing husbands could keep up with their wives. Grace had been almost too much to handle and now I had three of them! But still, I wouldn't have traded my fate for anything. I turned side to side, taking in my three beautiful brides, scarfing down cake and chattering happily. No, definitely not. I was the luckiest man I knew.

The cake had vanished just by the time I was pining for a third slice. Abby let me eat the last remains of frosting off her plate just as the sound system boomed overhead and the MC directed us out to the garden. We got up and followed the flow of guests through the wide, crystal-glass set of double doors out into a hedged-off area lined with the colorful flower beds Sally and I had glimpsed earlier. The plaza was wide enough for all the guests, but the space of the garden at the far end was dominated by the half-circle of a huge fountain with water spurting into the air from the top to trickle down into the main pool

Ah. It was the bouquet toss. I had almost forgot. My girls definitely hadn't though, and they were lining up with their backs to the fountain, giggling madly, each holding their bouquet of white roses. All around us, the other guests who qualified - unmarried girls 16 and below - were taking off any clothing they had remaining, dressing down and then donning one of the sheer white shifts that were stacked on a nearby table. The garb was traditional church fare - the girls were supposed to be lightly clothed in very thin cloth, and the slight garments barely covered the girl's nudity.

Abby, Grace, and Sally were chattering wildly in animated conference, apparently deciding who would get to go first. Eventually they seemed to settle on Grace. She stepped away from the other girls and then backed up slowly towards the fountain without looking, a wide grin splayed on her face. The other girls, the guests, ran and arrayed themselves in disorderly fashion behind her at the edge of the fountain. The crowd called out, telling Grace to go farther, or nearer, left or right, laughing, hoping that their daughter or sister would be the one to get the toss.

Grace tensed, holding her bouquet in an arm rigidly outstretched. She grinned, twitching it teasingly, then hauled up and tossed it straight back and up over her head. A cacophony of shrieks broke out as the crowd of girls leaped into the pool as one, then jumped, swam, and climbed over each other to position themselves to catch it. Arms stretched up into the air as the bouquet soared up into the sunlight, stretching a wide arc across the clear sky, and then plummeted towards the crowd of girls at the pool. Shrieking laughter and chaotic splashing eclipsed the action where the bouquet fell, but after a few moments an older girl emerged, perhaps 14 or so, soaked head to toe but holding the bouquet high above her head triumphantly.

Immediately two of the other girls, her friends, laughed and started a sing-song chant - "Sheila's getting Maaarried! Sheila's getting Maaarried!" They laughed and splashed their friend before hugging her in congratulations.

It was quite a sight, and I took it in appreciatively. All the little girls were soaked right through their thin shifts, perky little bodies on display. An array of bountiful booty ranging from tiny little virgins around 5 and 6 straight up to an alluring array of luscious teenagers. The white cloth clung tightly to their bodies, pert nipples jutting out from the cold water. The church really did have the best traditions, I mused.

Abby was up next. She backed up slowly, following the catcalled directions from the crowd, and held up the bouquet, ready to throw. Higher, lower. Straight back, or to the right. The men and women of the crowd called out each one, laughing, as Abby pretended to follow their directions by moving the bouquet this way or that. Behind her, the flock of sheer-soaked girls waited tensely, ready to compete again for the bouquet.

High it went, soaring into the air and tumbling end-over-end. It came down near the side of the pool, and the girls splashed towards it like a flock of wet hens, cackling with laughter. Splashes and chaos erupted and from it a tiny hand emerged, belonging to an equally tiny girl, holding the flowers aloft. A crazed, gap-toothed grin was plastered on her face just like the thin shift was plastered on her nude body as she ran to the edge of the fountain and climbed out. A pair of parents greeted her, laughing and cheering, swinging her in their arms.

Sally's bouquet was the last. Ignoring the crowd, she twirled herself around three times then flung it wildly. The girls scrambled chaotically, howling, tracing its mad arc. Where it landed a bigger girl, arm outstretched, was pulled back and dunked by two smaller girls climbing up her bodily, scrambling to take the flowers for themselves. A brief contest ensued, the three girls tugging wildly, before the bigger girl emerged triumphant, holding the flowers high up out of reach of the younger girls. She was cute, a brown-haired, panting and grinning as she splashed to the edge of the pool to show the flowers proudly to what looked like an older brother of hers.

And that was it. My brides hugged each other, laughing gayly at the outcome of their flower toss, and then turned as one to wrap me in a tremendous shared bearhug. The guests formed an impromptu line back into the chapel, and my brides and I passed among them, shaking hands, returning well-wishes, the girls kissing their hands and waving. Abby and Sally each had a pair of ferocious hugs for their Mom and Dad. I shook hands with Eric and my father and endured their vigorous slaps on my back as we passed the last of the guests, and finally departed.

I wish I could say I still remembered every moment of that wonderful day, but time does tend to dull the details, leaving only the sweet impression of a day filled with love and joy and the solemnity of new commitment. My girls made me the happiest man in the world that day, and took each day since then as an opportunity to grow more fully into the love we all shared. My final memory of that day is still sharp though, as it should be, since the photograph still graces the place of honor on the mantle above the fireplace.

It was the final picture the photographer took that day: a delightful shot of me and my brides from behind, striding away from our guests at the close of the ceremony, my hands outstretched to rest on the shoulders of Grace and Abby, who flanked me, and Sally holding Abby's hand tightly from the other side. The rays of the afternoon sun slanted through the pillared side of the chapel walkway, framing us in Autumn brilliance and catching light golden halos upon the hair of the girls and lighting their beautiful sheer undergarments with a lustrous shine. Windswept leaves dusted the walkway beneath us in harvest colors, the breeze catching our clothes just slightly as all the girls looked up at me at once, wearing joyous laughter and shining smiles on their faces.