The Wedding Night Tradition

Chapter 2: Chapter 2

The elevator glided to a stop and the doors parted onto the penthouse, a vast cathedral of glass and marble that seemed to float above the Roman skyline. Gold light shimmered across the distant domes and rooftops, the whole ancient city glittering below them like a spilled tray of jewels. Pamela stepped out onto the cool marble and let her breath catch. The suite was all open space and reflection, floor-to-ceiling windows wrapping around them in a slow curve, the city a living painting beyond.

Amanda moved with the easy authority of a woman who owned every room she entered. She went straight to a crystal bucket on the low marble table, twisting the champagne bottle free with practiced fingers. The pop of the cork was sharp and celebratory in the quiet. Ethan stood near the windows, one hand in his pocket, watching the four women with a quiet, appraising calm that made Pamela's skin prickle.

Amanda poured five glasses, the pale liquid fizzing and catching the amber city light, and handed each of them one before raising her own. Her smile was radiant, almost teasing, and it lingered on each of her daughters in turn before settling on Pamela. "Now," she said, lifting her glass, "it's time we start the Wedding Night Tradition."

"What is the Wedding Night Tradition?" Sarah asked, tilting her head like a curious bird, the champagne glass small in her hand.

Amanda's smile deepened. "You know the one where the groom fucks his bride and all her bridesmaids."

The suite fell still. Every person froze in disbelief. Pamela's hold on her glass became firmer as she alternated her gaze among Jennifer, Lisa, and Sarah. Had Amanda truly proposed that her daughters should have sex with their stepfather?

"Oh, come on now. You've all seen the videos online," Amanda explained. "It's practically the stepdaughters' job to fuck their stepdaddies."

Something shifted in the faces of Amanda's daughters. A looseness in their shoulders, a softness in their eyes.

"I guess that's true," Lisa said slowly.

"I mean, if it's our job," Jennifer added, "I guess it's okay."

"Wait. What?" Pamela's voice came out sharper than she intended. "I'm not..."

"Oh, Pamela, honey." Amanda moved toward her, unhurried, one hand settling warm on Pamela's bare arm. "You're part of this too. You're one of my bridesmaids after all."

Pamela opened her mouth to object, the words already forming on her tongue: this wasn't any wedding night tradition she had ever heard of. She had been to weddings, had read every article, every blog about bridal customs, and nothing in any of them mentioned the groom fucking the bridesmaids.

But then the thought caught, snagged on something deep and hazy, and she blinked.

She remembered.

It came to her all at once, soft and certain like a voice whispering in the back of her mind. Of course this was the tradition. She had always known it, had simply misplaced it somehow, the way you forget a song until someone hums the first notes. Wedding nights had always ended this way. The groom, the bride, the bridesmaids in their matching dresses. That was the whole point of having them, wasn't it? To stand beside the bride, to honor the union, to welcome the groom.

Her objections dissolved like sugar in champagne.

Jennifer moved first. The heels of her pink dress shoes clicked on marble as she closed the distance between herself and Ethan, and Pamela watched with dreamy calm as Jennifer's slender fingers found the brass buckle of his belt. The leather slid through the loops with a soft rasp, and Jennifer's hazel eyes lifted to Ethan's grey ones as she ran her palm along the front of his trousers.

"Sarah," Jennifer called, not turning her head. "Have you ever sucked a man's cock before?"

Sarah's blush was vivid even in the amber city light. "No," she breathed. "I've never even seen one up close."

"Well, that's a shame." Jennifer's fingers found the button of his trousers. "Come over here. Help me suck our step-daddy's cock. It's a good thing to experience." The zipper hissed down. "Besides, I have a feeling we're going to be sucking him a lot."

Ethan's grey eyes flicked between the two sisters, a slow smile curving his mouth. "She's right," he said, his voice low and warm. "You've been missing out, Sarah. Come here."

Sarah's bare feet padded across the cool marble, her pink dress rustling with each hesitant step until she stood beside Jennifer, close enough that their shoulders brushed. Her blue eyes were wide, fixed on the outline of his cock straining against his boxer briefs. "I don't know how," she whispered.

"That's what I'm here for." Jennifer's fingers curled around the waistband and pulled. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and Sarah made a small sound in her throat, something between surprise and hunger. "Go on. Touch it first."

Sarah's hand trembled as she reached out, her fingertips grazing the heated length. Her breath caught. "It's so warm."

Jennifer guided Sarah's fingers around the shaft, showing her how to grip, and Pamela watched the two sisters' hands stroke him together, the champagne glass forgotten in her own slack grip as Amanda's arm came to rest across her shoulders.

Amanda's breath was warm against Pamela's ear as she leaned in close, her voice a low, satisfied murmur that seemed to wrap around Pamela like silk. "Isn't it beautiful and hot, Pamela? Two of my daughters giving my new husband a hand job."

Pamela blinked, the words settling into her chest like honey, warm and undeniable. She made a small sound of assent, her eyes fixed on the scene before her. Jennifer's grip was practiced, her strokes slow and confident, while Sarah's was tentative, her fingers learning the rhythm of him. Their hands moved together over his shaft, one below the other, and Ethan's head tipped back, his throat working as a low groan escaped him. "You're going to make me come if you keep that up," he warned, his voice rough.

Sarah looked up at him, her blue eyes bright with newfound hunger. "Would that be so bad?"

Jennifer laughed, squeezing him at the base. "Slow down, little sister. We want him to last for us."

Jennifer's laugh was low and warm as she sank to her knees on the marble floor, tugging Sarah down beside her. The two sisters knelt in their pink dresses, their matching lace hems pooling around their thighs as Jennifer leaned in and took the head of Ethan's cock into her mouth, her chestnut hair falling forward to brush his stomach. Sarah watched, transfixed, her lips parted as Jennifer showed her, slow and deliberate, then pulled off with a wet sound and nudged Sarah's shoulder. "Your turn, baby sister. Open wide."

Sarah's hand trembled as she gripped him, her tongue darting out to taste the slit before she closed her lips over the head. She made a muffled sound, her blue eyes flicking up to Ethan's face, and Pamela felt Amanda's hand slide down her back, warm and certain.

"Watch them learn," Amanda murmured against her ear. "That's what a wedding night is for, honey. Teaching everyone how to please the man of the house."

Pamela's breath came shallow and quick as she watched the two sisters work in tandem, Jennifer's experienced mouth sliding down his shaft while Sarah's hand stroked the base of his cock with growing confidence. The champagne glass was completely forgotten in Pamela's grip, tilting dangerously, and she felt the wet spill of it against her fingers before she even registered the motion. Amanda's hand traced lower along her spine, fingertips grazing the lace hem of her dress, sending sparks through her thighs.

"Isn't this beautiful?" Amanda whispered, her lips brushing Pamela's ear. "My girls learning together. And you're learning too, aren't you, Pam? You can feel it, can't you, that need building in your cunt."

Pamela's mouth opened, but no sound came out. She couldn't deny it. Between her legs, heat pooled and pulsed, her thighs pressing together in an unconscious rhythm as she watched Sarah take him deeper, gagging slightly before Jennifer showed her how to relax her throat.

"That's it, honey. Keep your eyes on them," Amanda murmured, her palm gliding down the small of Pamela's back in a slow, deliberate stroke. "You're doing so well, watching, learning. Every woman in this room needs to know how to please him."

Pamela swallowed, her gaze fixed on the two sisters, Sarah's blonde head bobbing now with more confidence, Jennifer's hand wrapped around the base of his cock, showing her how to take him deeper. The wet sounds filled her ears, mixing with the low groans Ethan let out as he watched them both.

Amanda's hand drifted lower, slipping beneath the lace hem of Pamela's pink dress, her fingers tracing the bare curve of her ass with a possessive slowness. Pamela flinched, a gasp catching in her throat, but Amanda's other hand came to her chin, tilting her face forward, keeping her eyes on the scene.

"Don't look away, Pam. Watch my daughters suck my husband's cock." Her fingers slid lower, finding the damp heat between Pamela's thighs, and Pamela moaned softly as Amanda's touch pressed against her through the thin fabric of her panties. "You're already wet for me, aren't you, sweetheart? Soaking wet, watching this."

Sarah made a soft, needy sound around his cock, and Jennifer's hand tightened on the base, a synchronized rhythm forming between them. Ethan's grey eyes, however, slid past the two kneeling sisters to where Lisa stood near the window, her auburn hair catching the city's amber glow. She was still, but her body had a coiled tension to it, her gaze fixed on her sisters with an unreadable expression.

"You're a dancer, aren't you, Lisa?" Ethan's voice cut through the wet sounds, his tone unhurried. He didn't move his hips, just let Jennifer and Sarah work him, their mouths learning him. Pamela felt the air shift in the room, felt Amanda's fingers pause against her heat. Everyone looked to Lisa.

"Yes," Lisa replied, her voice smooth as glass. "Twelve years of ballet."

"Good," Ethan said, a slow smile curving his mouth. "Then you should dance and strip for Daddy."

Pamela's breath hitched. She watched Lisa hesitate for a heartbeat, her gaze sliding to her sisters on their knees. Pamela recognized the moment of hesitation, the same one she had felt when Amanda first spoke the tradition's name. Then Lisa moved.

She stepped away from the glass wall, her bare feet finding the cool marble as if it were a stage. She lifted her chin and began to dance. There was no music, but her movement created it, her body undulating in a slow, deliberate rhythm that made her pink dress whisper against her thighs. She crossed the room with a dancer's economy, each step a beat. She stopped before Ethan, his cock slick and bobbing between her sisters' lips, and she held his grey gaze as her hands came up to the straps of her dress. She slid them down her shoulders with agonizing slowness, the lace hem of the bodice sagging, revealing the inner curve of her breasts.

Lisa's dress slid down her body in a whisper of pink silk, pooling at her feet. Underneath, she wore a frameless bra, nothing more than two delicate cups of white lace held against her breasts by nothing but their own perfect fit, the pale globes of her tits spilling over the scalloped edges. A tiny strip of matching fabric rode her hips, her bare ass cheeks gleaming in the amber light as she turned in a slow circle for him.

"Christ," Ethan breathed, his hips twitching between Jennifer's and Sarah's mouths. "Look at you, Lisa."

She smiled, a dancer's knowing smile, and rolled her hips in a slow figure eight as she reached behind her back. Her fingers found the clasp of the bra, and the two cups fell away, her breasts swaying free, her nipples already tight and dark. Pamela watched, transfixed, as Lisa hooked her thumbs beneath the waistband of her panties. She slid them down one agonizing inch at a time, revealing the neat triangle of auburn hair between her thighs.

Through the entire display, she never stopped dancing, her hips moving in that liquid rhythm, the city lights glittering behind her like a thousand applauding eyes.

Lisa held his gaze with a dancer's stillness, then let her body answer him in motion. She bent backward in a slow, impossible arch, her spine curving until her auburn hair swept the marble floor, her bare breasts thrusting upward as her hands found the polished stone behind her. She held it, balanced on her palms and the balls of her feet, her body a perfect rainbow of taut muscle, then kicked one leg high and hooked her ankle over his shoulder, pulling herself along his body until her cunt hovered an inch from his straining, slick cock.

Ethan's hands came to her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh, and Pamela felt her own thighs clench watching Lisa's flexibility on display, the girl's body folding and unfolding like water. Sarah and Jennifer pulled back, mouths shining, making room as Lisa lowered herself onto him with a dancer's control, inch by agonizing inch, her spine arching deep as she took him inside her, her auburn hair cascading down her back. Pamela's breath tore from her chest as Lisa began to ride him, her hips rolling in that liquid ballet rhythm, her legs wrapped high around his waist, showing them all exactly what twelve years of discipline had built.

A finger brushed against Pamela's panties, and she jolted, a sharp gasp escaping her throat. She had been so utterly transfixed by Lisa's impossible flexibility, by the sight of the dancer's body sliding down Ethan's cock with that liquid, balletic grace, that she had not felt Amanda's hand creep beneath her skirt. Not until that single, probing fingertip found the damp silk of her underwear and pressed.

"There you are," Amanda murmured against her ear, her breath hot and knowing. "You were watching my daughter so intently you forgot I was still touching you, didn't you, Pam?"

Pamela's thighs clenched, but Amanda's fingers were already tracing the soaked fabric, drawing a slow circle over her clit that made her knees buckle. "You're soaked, honey. Absolutely soaked, and you didn't even notice your own cunt." Amanda's other hand settled on Pamela's hip, steadying her. "Look at you. You're every bit as hungry as she is."

Amanda's fingertip pressed harder, sliding the soaked silk of Pamela's panties aside with a practiced twist, and Pamela's hips bucked forward of their own accord. A low moan slipped past her lips, her eyes still fixed on Lisa's arched back as the dancer rode their new stepfather with liquid, devastating grace.

"That's it," Amanda breathed, her finger sliding through the slick folds, finding Pamela's clit with unerring accuracy. "Let me feel how wet my little assistant gets watching my daughters get fucked."

Pamela's head fell back against Amanda's shoulder, her mouth falling open on a ragged gasp. Two fingers pushed inside her, curling with a knowing precision that made her see stars behind her eyelids. When she forced her eyes open again, Lisa had rotated her hips in a slow, grinding circle, taking Ethan impossibly deep, and Jennifer had moved behind him, her mouth pressing against his neck.

"You like that, don't you, honey?" Amanda's thumb circled Pamela's clit as her fingers kept up a steady rhythm inside her. "You like watching my family fuck. Tell me how much you like it."

The words tore from Pamela's throat before she could stop them, ragged and raw. "I like it. I like watching them fuck him."

Amanda's fingers curled deeper inside her, and Pamela heard herself whimper, her hips grinding against the older woman's hand as Lisa let out a sharp, keening cry, her body shuddering on Ethan's cock.

"Fuck, Daddy," Lisa cried out, her voice breaking into a ragged keen as her body shuddered around him. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, fill me up, Daddy, please, fill my tight cunt with your cum."

The words lashed through Pamela like a physical blow. She felt her own walls clench around Amanda's fingers, a helpless echo of Lisa's climax. Jennifer's hand was stroking Ethan's balls now, her voice a low, heated whisper against his shoulder, and Sarah watched her sister's face contort with raw, unfiltered pleasure.

"Such a good girl," Ethan groaned, his hands gripping Lisa's hips hard enough to bruise, his rhythm turning frantic. "Taking your stepdaddy's cock so well."

Lisa screamed as he drove into her, her body convulsing through wave after wave of release. Pamela moaned her approval, her hips grinding against Amanda's hand as the older woman's fingers fucked her through the sight of it all.

Lisa's body was still shuddering around him, her release draining her in slow, convulsive waves, when Ethan's grey eyes found Sarah. The youngest sister was kneeling on the marble, her lips parted, her small hand pressed between her own thighs in a motion she seemed barely aware of. Her blue eyes were fixed on her sister's pleasure with a raw, hungry fascination.

"Sarah," Ethan said, his voice cutting through the wet sounds, through Lisa's fading cries. The dancer was still wrapped around him, her legs hooked at his waist, her breath ragged against his neck. But Ethan's attention had shifted. "Undress for me. Slowly. I want every inch of you bare before you ride my mouth."

Sarah's breath caught. She looked at her mother, and Pamela watched Amanda's fingers never stop their rhythm inside her as she nodded, a slow, approving smile curving her lips. "Do what Daddy says, sweetheart. He knows exactly what you need."

Sarah rose on trembling legs. Her fingers found the straps of her pink dress, and she slid them down her shoulders with the same agonizing slowness Lisa had used, but there was no dancer's polish in her movements. There was only the raw, unguarded need of a girl who had never been seen like this before, who was discovering for the first time what it meant to be devoured by a man's eyes.

The dress pooled at her feet. Underneath, she wore nothing but a scrap of white lace that barely covered her small, high breasts. She was barely developed, her body all long limbs and soft curves, her nipples already tight and dark through the thin fabric. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down her thighs, revealing the pale, smooth skin of her hips, the bare mound beneath with only the faintest wisp of blonde hair.

She stood before him, naked, her arms crossing instinctively over her chest before she forced them down to her sides.

"Ride my mouth, Sarah," he said, his voice low. "Sit on my face and let me taste your tight little cunt while I make your sister come so hard she'll scream so loud they'll hear her all the way downstairs in the ballroom," Ethan finished, his voice a low, hungry growl as Lisa's legs loosened from his waist.

Sarah moved before the words had fully settled, her bare feet padding across the marble as she climbed onto his chest like a woman possessed. She hovered over his face for a heartbeat, her thighs trembling, then lowered herself onto his mouth with a gasp that turned into a long, broken moan. Ethan's hands found her hips, pulling her down hard against his tongue, and Sarah's head fell back, her blonde hair sweeping her spine.

"Oh God," she cried, her voice climbing. "Oh God, Daddy, yes, eat my tight cunt." Her hips began to roll against him, frantic and unlearned, and Pamela watched Sarah's pleasure build to a shattering peak.

Ethan's hands moved with the calm precision of a man who had done this a thousand times. One hand clamped onto Sarah's hip, fingers digging into the pale flesh as he held her steady against his mouth, his tongue buried deep inside her. The other hand slid down Lisa's sweat-slick thigh, finding the wet junction where her body joined his, and his middle finger found her clit with unerring accuracy, pressing and circling in a rhythm that made Lisa's hips stutter.

"Fuck," Lisa gasped, her body jerking on his cock. "Daddy, don't stop, don't stop."

He didn't. His finger worked her in tight circles as his cock drove up into her, his mouth devouring Sarah's cunt with the same relentless rhythm. Sarah's cries had pitched into a high, keening wail, her hips grinding against his face, her small body shuddering as she crested. But Ethan held her there, refusing to let her pull away, licking her through wave after wave of helpless release.

Pamela watched it all through a haze of heat, Amanda's fingers still buried inside her, curling in time with the rhythm Ethan set. Two daughters, one man, his hands full of their pleasure, and Pamela felt her own orgasm building, coil tightening, ready to snap.

The sight of Sarah's release, the way her young body convulsed against Ethan's mouth while Lisa rode him above, shattered something inside Pamela. Her thighs clenched around Amanda's hand, her orgasm cresting in a wave that made her see white, a raw cry tearing from her throat as she bucked against the older woman's fingers.

Jennifer's voice cut through the haze, soft and honeyed. "Mom. Pam. Could... Could Pam eat my cunt while you keep playing with her pussy?"

Amanda's fingers slowed inside Pamela, a knowing smile curving her lips. "Of course she will," Amanda said, her voice a silken command. "Pam always takes care of the family." Pamela's mouth went dry, but something hot and instinctive nodded before her mind could catch up. "Yes," she breathed, the word sliding out like a confession.

Jennifer rose from behind Ethan, her pink dress already pooled at her feet, her long body bare and gleaming in the amber city light. She crossed to the sofa.

She stepped up onto the cushion, the upholstery sighing beneath her weight, and moved to position her bare feet on either side of Pamela.

Jennifer's bare cunt hovered inches from Pamela's face, her thighs spread wide as she braced her hands on the back of the sofa. The sight was intoxicating, the soft folds glistening with her own arousal, a trimmed dark strip of hair above her slick, swollen lips. Pamela could smell her, musky and sweet, and her mouth flooded with want.

Pamela reached up, her hands finding Jennifer's hips as she pulled her forward. Jennifer moaned as Pamela pressed her mouth to that wet heat, her tongue sliding through the folds in one long, greedy stroke. Jennifer's thighs trembled on either side of her shoulders, her fingers tangling in Pamela's dark bob as she ground her cunt against Pamela's face.

"Fuck, Pam," Jennifer breathed, her voice breaking. "Just like that. Eat my cunt."

Pamela's tongue was buried deep inside Jennifer's slick heat, the older sister's thighs trembling against her shoulders as Jennifer's fingers twisted in her hair, when she felt the shift behind her. Amanda's fingers withdrew, cool air replacing the wet warmth, and then, without warning, a tongue licked her pussy.

Pamela froze, her mouth still pressed against Jennifer's cunt, her body going rigid as that slow, deliberate tongue swept through her soaking folds from bottom to top, circling her clit with a familiarity that made her knees buckle.

Holy shit, Pamela thought, her mind spinning. My boss is eating my cunt while I'm eating her daughter's.

She moaned against Jennifer's heat, unable to pull away, unable to do anything but press her face deeper into Jennifer's cunt while Amanda's tongue worked her with the same ruthless expertise she brought to every boardroom.

She moaned against Jennifer's heat, unable to pull away, unable to do anything but press her face deeper into Jennifer's cunt while Amanda's tongue worked her with the same ruthless expertise she brought to every boardroom. The older woman's hands gripped Pamela's ass, spreading her cheeks as that clever tongue stabbed into her, lapping at her clit between strokes. Pamela's world narrowed to two points of wet, consuming pleasure: Jennifer's thighs crushing her skull, Amanda's mouth devouring her from behind. She heard Sarah's cries pitch higher somewhere across the room, heard Ethan's guttural groan, and the sounds only fed the fire building low in her belly.

"That's it, honey," Amanda breathed against her slick flesh, the words vibrating through Pamela's cunt. "Come for your boss. Come for your family."

Pamela's tongue flicked harder against Jennifer's clit as she felt her own release crest, and Jennifer screamed above her, thighs locking around Pamela's head, and the two of them came together, Pamela's cry swallowed by Jennifer's cunt as she bucked against Amanda's relentless mouth.

The world swam back in slow, honeyed pieces. Pamela's cheek pressed against Jennifer's inner thigh, her breath ragged against the slick skin, her body still trembling from the force of her release. She heard her own pulse hammering in her ears, felt Amanda's warm breath against her ass as the older woman pulled back. But it was the sound cutting through the haze that made her lift her head.

Lisa's moans had grown louder.

They filled the suite now, no longer the muffled, rhythmic cries that had been drifting across the marble like background music. Her voice had risen to a raw, keening pitch, echoing off the glass walls, each note climbing higher as Ethan drove into her with renewed force. The sound bounced and swelled, impossibly loud, and Pamela felt the hairs rise on her arms.

"Oh God," Lisa wailed, her voice cracking on the words. "Oh God, oh God, Daddy, please, it's so good, don't stop, don't you dare stop."

The cry carried through the open space and out toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, the glass vibrating with the force of her pleasure.

The sound of her voice, raw and shameless, made Pamela's thighs clench involuntarily, fresh slickness pooling between them despite the orgasm that had just wrecked her. Amanda must have felt it, because the older woman chuckled low against her skin and slid two fingers back inside Pamela's dripping cunt without preamble, curling with that same knowing precision.

"More already?" Amanda purred, her thumb finding Pamela's clit. "You're insatiable, sweetheart. I love it."

Pamela's head fell back, a broken moan tearing from her throat as she bucked against Amanda's hand. Across the room, Lisa's body arched like a drawn bow, her auburn hair whipping as she rode Ethan with frantic, desperate abandon. Her breasts bounced with each snap of his hips, her cries pitching higher and higher until they shattered into a single, wordless scream that seemed to shake the glass walls.

"I'm coming," she wailed, her body convulsing around him. "Daddy, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm COMING."

Ethan held her through it, his hands brutal on her hips as he pistoned into her, chasing his own release.

Ethan's jaw went tight, a low, shuddering groan tearing from his chest as he drove into Lisa one final, brutal time, burying himself to the hilt. Lisa gasped, her body still fluttering around him in aftershocks, and Pamela watched the muscles of his abdomen clench as he emptied himself inside her with a long, guttural sound that seemed to pull the very air out of the room. Lisa's legs slid from his waist, her slick thighs trembling as she dropped to the marble, her breath coming in ragged pants, his cum already dripping from her stretched cunt in thick, pearly strands.

Ethan stood there for a moment, his chest heaving, his cock still glistening wet, and then his grey eyes found Sarah. "You're next, sweetheart," he said, his voice low and certain. "I want to pop that cherry of yours. Take your virginity right here in front of your mother and sisters."

Amanda's fingers slid out of Pamela's cunt with a wet sound, and Pamela whimpered at the sudden emptiness. "I'm sorry, honey," Amanda breathed, pressing a quick kiss to Pamela's shoulder. "But I really want to watch my husband take my baby girl's virginity."

Pamela nodded, her mouth dry, her eyes fixed on Sarah as Ethan guided her to the marble floor, positioning her on her back with a gentleness that belied the hunger in his gaze. Sarah's blue eyes were wide, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths as he settled between her thighs.

"It's going to hurt at first," he told her, his voice soft. "But I'll make it good, I promise."

Sarah nodded, her fingers gripping the marble. "I trust you, Daddy."

He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his slick cock pressing against her virgin folds. Sarah gasped as he pushed forward, his thick shaft stretching her impossibly tight channel. She cried out, a sharp, pained sound that cut through the quiet, and Pamela winced in sympathy.

"Shh," Ethan murmured, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "Breathe through it. It gets better, I promise."

Sarah's breath came in ragged gasps as he began to move, slow and shallow at first, letting her adjust. Her fingers clawed at the marble, her face contorting with a mixture of pain and wonder. "Oh God," she whimpered. "It's so big."

Jennifer moved to her sister's side, taking Sarah's hand. "You're doing so good, baby sister. Just relax and let him fill you."

Ethan's rhythm deepened, his hips finding a steady pace as the initial tightness gave way to slick, welcoming heat. Sarah's cries shifted from pain to something else, a growing wonder that spread across her face like dawn. "Oh," she breathed, her hips beginning to move against his. "Oh, that's... that's good."

Pamela watched, transfixed, her own body aching with sympathetic heat as Ethan took the youngest Peterson daughter on the marble floor, her blood streaking his shaft with each thrust, her virginity claimed in full view of her mother, her sisters, and the glittering Roman skyline beyond the glass.

Sarah's soft cries filled the suite, a mixture of wonder and pleasure that made Pamela's heart pound in her chest. The sight of Ethan's hips driving into the youngest daughter, his body slick with effort, his hands gripping her narrow waist as she arched beneath him, was almost too much to bear. Blood smeared his shaft, a primal witness to the deflowering, and Sarah's eyes fluttered closed as her hips rose to meet him with growing urgency.

"She's taking him so well," Amanda murmured, her voice thick with pride as she settled onto the sofa beside Pamela. Her hand found Pamela's knee, then slid upward along her bare thigh. "My baby girl. All grown up."

Sarah's cries pitched higher, her body trembling as her first orgasm built. "Daddy, I'm going to come," she gasped, her voice breaking. "Oh God, I'm going to come on your cock."

"Then come, sweetheart," Ethan growled, his rhythm turning punishing. "Come all over your stepdaddy's cock."

Sarah shattered with a scream that seemed to shake the glass walls, her body convulsing beneath him, and Ethan followed her over the edge with a guttural groan, emptying himself inside her for the second time that night. He collapsed onto her, breathing hard, and Sarah's arms wrapped around him, holding him close.

Ethan's breath came in slow, measured pulls against Sarah's neck, his body still covering hers on the cool marble. When he raised his head, his grey eyes were soft, almost tender, the hardness gone from his face. He brushed a strand of blonde hair from her cheek with a gentleness that made Pamela's chest ache with a strange, envious warmth. "You were perfect, sweetheart. So brave."

Sarah's smile was a wobbly, half-drunk thing, her body still trembling beneath him. "That was... that was really good, Daddy."

"It gets even better." His thumb traced her lower lip, his voice dropping to a low, private murmur. "And I promise you, this isn't the last time I'll be with you tonight. I plan on being with you many, many more times, in every way a man can be with a woman. You're my daughter now, and I'm going to take care of you."

Sarah's blue eyes fluttered shut, a soft, contented sound escaping her lips. "I want that. I really want that."

"But I have to pull out for a little while." He withdrew from her with a slow, deliberate care, his slick cock sliding free of her stretched, freshly bloodied cunt. Pamela watched him press a kiss to Sarah's forehead before he rose, his body gleaming in the amber city light. "Your sister Jennifer still needs a turn." Ethan's gaze swept across the room, finding Jennifer where she knelt on the carpet, her body slick with the evidence of her own release, her hazel eyes already bright and hungry. "And I don't intend to keep her waiting."

Jennifer's smile split her face wide, a genuine flash of joy that softened her sharp, high-fashion features into something almost girlish. "Finally," she breathed, rising from the carpet in one fluid motion. She crossed to Ethan with a sway in her hips that made her bare breasts bounce gently, her hand reaching out to curl around his slick, still-hard cock. "I've been patient, stepdaddy. I watched my sisters get their turns. Now I want mine."

Sarah propped herself up on her elbows, her blonde hair mussed, a lazy, satisfied smile curving her lips. "He's amazing, Jenny. You're going to love it."

Jennifer's smile softened as she glanced at her youngest sister, still sprawled on the marble with a satisfied flush. "Thanks, Sis. I'm sure I will."

Ethan stepped forward, his hand finding Jennifer's chin, tilting her face up to meet his grey gaze. There was no rush in him, no hunger that demanded. Just a calm, certain warmth that made Jennifer's shoulders relax. "Come here," he said, his voice low and tender. "I've been watching you all night, how carefully you take care of everyone. Now let me take care of you."

Pamela watched the quiet shift in Jennifer's expression, the guarded eldest daughter letting her armor fall away. Ethan led her to the sofa where Pamela and Amanda sat, and Pamela shifted aside as he guided Jennifer down onto the cushions with a gentleness that made her breath catch. He settled between her thighs, his body covering hers, and when he kissed her, it was slow and deep before he positioned himself at her entrance.

Jennifer's arms looped around Ethan's neck as he pressed inside her, her lips parting on a long, shuddering exhale. Pamela watched the eldest daughter's body accept him, inch by inch, her hazel eyes never leaving his grey ones, a raw vulnerability in her face that the polished socialite would never have allowed anyone to see. Ethan held himself still once he was fully seated, his forehead resting against hers, giving her time to adjust.

"Fuck," Jennifer breathed, her voice cracking. "You feel incredible."

"So do you, sweetheart." He began to move, slow and deep, his hips rolling against hers in a rhythm that made the sofa creak beneath them. Jennifer's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, and her careful composure dissolved into something raw and hungry.

Pamela watched, her hand drifting between her own thighs before she caught herself and pressed it flat against the cushion instead. Beside her, Amanda watched her eldest daughter with a dreamy, satisfied smile, one hand resting lightly on Pamela's knee. Sarah had crawled closer, her chin propped on the edge of the sofa cushion, her blue eyes fixed on her sister's face.

"This is how it should be," Amanda murmured, her fingers tracing a slow circle on Pamela's inner thigh. "The groom's first night with a bride and her bridesmaids."

Jennifer's hips bucked beneath Ethan, her careful composure now a distant memory, shattered by the relentless rhythm he drove into her. Her cries were raw and unguarded, filling the suite alongside the wet slap of their bodies meeting.

Amanda leaned into Pamela's side, her breath warm against Pamela's ear as she whispered, "She's been holding back her whole life. Only a man like him can break through that polish."

Pamela watched Jennifer's face contort with pleasure she'd never shown her sisters, her carefully guarded eldest daughter letting everything go. Pamela's own cunt throbbed, aching and empty after Amanda's fingers had withdrawn.

Ethan's hand slid between Jennifer's sweat-slick breasts, down her stomach, and found her clit. Jennifer's cry pitched into a desperate keen, her body arching off the cushions as he drove her toward release.

"Look at me, sweetheart," he commanded, and Jennifer's hazel eyes flew open, locking with his grey ones. "Come for me. Come on your stepdaddy's cock."

Jennifer shattered, her screams raw and shameless as her body convulsed around him. Ethan held her through it, his rhythm steady until her cries softened into whimpers, then he withdrew, his cock still hard and slick.

Sarah giggled from her spot on the floor, propping herself up on her elbows. "He's not done yet, is he, Mom?"

Amanda's smile was slow and hungry. "No, baby. He's not."

Amanda rose from the sofa with fluid grace, her hand finding Pamela's and drawing her up. "Your turn, honey. My assistant has been so patient, watching my daughters get their weddings night attention. You deserve to be taken care of too."

Pamela's heart slammed against her ribs as Amanda's hand guided her across the marble floor toward Ethan, who stood waiting with that patient, knowing gaze. The air felt thick, charged with the scent of sex and champagne, and Pamela's bare feet made soft sounds against the cool stone as she moved, unable to look away from the slick length of his cock, still wet with Jennifer's climax.

"Look at her, Ethan," Amanda said, her voice a silken purr as she positioned Pamela in front of him. "My loyal assistant. She's watched my daughters take you tonight, and she's been so very patient."

Ethan's grey eyes traveled down Pamela's body, taking in the flushed skin, the rapid rise and fall of her chest beneath the pink dress that had ridden up her thighs. "She has been patient, hasn't she?" His hand came up, fingers tracing the delicate line of her collarbone. "You want this, Pamela? You want to feel your boss's husband inside you?"

Pamela's mouth opened, but no words came. She nodded instead, her throat tight with a need she had never allowed herself to name.

"Words, sweetheart," Amanda breathed against her ear, her fingers toying with the hem of Pamela's dress. "Tell him what you want."

"I want you inside me," Pamela whispered, her voice cracking on the admission. "Please."

Ethan's smile was slow and devastating.

Ethan's hands found her hips with a warmth that made her knees weak, and his thumb traced the damp lace at her hip before hooking beneath the fabric. "Let's get this off you," he murmured, and Pamela felt the dress slide up her thighs, over her hips, her breasts bared to the amber light as he pulled it over her head. She stood before him in nothing but her soaked panties, her skin flushing under his gaze.

His fingers hooked into the waistband and drew them down her legs, and she stepped out of them, naked and trembling before her boss's husband. "Beautiful," he breathed, his hands skating up her ribs, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. "Absolutely beautiful."

He lifted her easily, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the sofa, lowering her onto the cushions. Amanda settled beside them, her hand stroking Pamela's hair as Ethan positioned himself between her thighs, the head of his cock pressing against her slick, aching entrance. "Look at me," he said, and Pamela's eyes met his grey ones, her breath held, as he pushed inside her in one slow, relentless thrust.

The stretch of him was a revelation, a fullness that pushed past every boundary she had ever known, and Pamela's gasp became a moan as he seated himself to the hilt. She felt impossibly full, her walls clenching around the thick length of him, and beneath her, the sofa cushions sighed with the weight of them. Ethan held still, his grey eyes boring into hers, giving her a moment to acclimate, and Pamela felt Amanda's fingers stroking through her hair with a tenderness that made her throat tighten. Then he began to move, slow and deep, each thrust a deliberate claim that sent sparks cascading through her limbs. She was no longer watching from the periphery. She was the center of this family's attention, her boss's hand in her hair, her boss's husband buried inside her, and the realization made her hips rise to meet him with a hunger she had never known she possessed.

His first thrusts were slow, deliberate, a measured rhythm that let her feel every inch of him dragging against her walls. Pamela's fingers dug into the cushion beneath her, her back arching as he filled her again and again, each stroke pressing deep enough to make her breath catch.

"Fuck," she gasped, the word torn from her chest. "Oh fuck, Ethan."

"That's it, honey," Amanda whispered beside her, her fingers threading through Pamela's dark hair. "Let him hear you."

Jennifer and Lisa had pressed close, watching from the floor, their eyes fixed on the place where Ethan disappeared inside Pamela's body. Sarah knelt on the marble, her cum-slick thighs still trembling, her blue eyes wide as she watched.

Ethan drove deeper, his hips snapping forward with a force that made the sofa shudder. Pamela's moans climbed, ragged and shameless, as he leaned down to take one of her nipples between his teeth.

He bit down, just hard enough, and Pamela's cry broke into a shuddering moan as his tongue soothed the sting. His hips never slowed, driving into her with that same measured force, and she felt every ridge of him dragging against her swollen walls. Amanda's fingers tightened in her hair, tilting her head back, and Pamela's gaze caught the blur of the three sisters gathered close, Jennifer's hazel eyes gleaming, Lisa's mouth slack, Sarah leaning in with a hunger that mirrored her own. "Tell them how good it is," Amanda whispered. Pamela's hips bucked up to meet him, chasing the pressure building low in her belly, and the words spilled out of her, broken and filthy. "So good-Fuck-He's so deep-I'm going to come."

Pamela came with a cry that ripped through her, her body convulsing around Ethan's cock as wave after wave of release crashed over her. Her thighs clamped against his hips, her nails raking down his shoulders, and she heard herself sobbing his name as he drove into her through the last shuddering pulses. When he finally pulled out, his cum slicking her inner thighs, she lay gasping on the cushion, wrecked and trembling.

Amanda stroked her hair once, then rose. "That's my good girl. Now," she said, extending a hand to Ethan, "I believe it's my turn to show you all what I married him for."

With a gentle pull on his wrist, she escorted him across the luxurious suite. The bridesmaids stood and followed their lead. They moved along the marble floor and past the glass wall, entering the large amber-hued bedroom where the king-sized bed awaited their arrival.