A Mockery Of Tradition

Two brides stand there gutted. Melissa and Charlie just got dumped by their officiant—no show, wedding hanging by a thread. Then Jason rolls in acting like the hero, clipboard and all. They thank the guy, move to sign, until he clocks the same-sex rings and the word "lesbian" drops out of his mouth like it tastes wrong. The mood flips. Jason looks them over, smirk sharpening, and says fine, he’ll still pronounce them married—on one condition. He wants in. Right now. Both of them, naked and working for it. Silence. Melissa’s face cracks first; she turns to Charlie, desperate, whispering about lawyers and forfeited deposits and whatever it takes. Charlie’s nostrils flare, jaw tight, swearing under her breath the whole time. Eventually she gives one curt nod. Clothes hit the floor quick. Jason steers Melissa onto her knees, thick cock already heavy. She takes him deep while Charlie kneels behind, fingers spreading the first bride open. Spit-slick, Jason drives into Melissa’s wet cunt, forcing sharp little moans out of her as Charlie rubs her clit and fingers her ass. Then he pulls out, seats Charlie on the same chair, fucks her just as hard, thumb stretching her asshole while Melissa tongues his balls and sucks his shaft when it slips free. They swap, spread, choke, grind; sweat and spit slick thighs. Whenever one bride hesitates Jason reminds them what’s at stake. Finally both kneel, tongues out; he blasts thick ropes across both open mouths. Cum dripping from lips, cheeks, the whole vow script rattles off his tongue like it’s the filthiest punchline. Married. Used. Ceremony over.