Daddy & Baby Girl 6

Waverly looked at herself in the mirror, unable to believe that she was actually wearing a wedding gown. She swirled it a few times, cooing over how the material flowed around her body. It was so smooth—the finest silk. Waverly almost wished she could just stand there and admire her beauty inside the dress’s beauty, not go through with the ceremony.

The ceremony was fake, after all. She couldn’t get married to her sister, even in Purgatory. But Wynonna had found some company that faked weddings as some kind of social media thing, and so, one state over, she and Wynonna were ‘renewing their vows’ in time for the one year anniversary of Wynonna coming back into town and fucking Waverly in the ass. 

Legally, it wouldn’t be real, but Waverly was still touched that Wynonna was committing to her in this way—committing to anything so strongly. Seeing herself in the mirror, for the first time she appreciated all the ceremony Wynonna was going through just for her.

There was a timid knock at the door.

Standing there in a tuxedo was Wynonna.

“Open up,” Wynonna whispered. “You should be used to doing that for me by now…”

“Wynonna, you’re not supposed to see me before the ceremony!”

Wynonna pushed her way into the room. “C’mon, baby girl. We don’t have to take it that seriously. ‘specially when my Waverly needs to be kissed.”

Wynonna certainly gave Waverly enough of a kiss for any need she might’ve had. Her lips crushed passionately to Waverly’s, tongue surging into her mouth until it was tangled with Waverly’s. Waverly felt Wynonna stroke and massage her tongue, trying to return the favor until she was gasping for air. She couldn’t break the kiss—she slipped her tongue past Wynonna’s and felt the heat of Wynonna’s mouth, hitting her like liquor only better. This didn’t get her drunk, it aroused her. 

She felt her pussy throbbing wetly, so incongruous with the silk finery she was wearing. Waverly rubbed against Wynonna’s leg, pressing her sex down on Wynonna’s strong upper thigh. She couldn’t feel much of Wynonna through the layers of cloth separating them, but Wynonna always made her feel so much that just a little made her burn to fuck.

I really am spoiled—wanting Wynonna to marry me. I don’t need to be married, I need to be fucked! The only way I could think I need more than that is because of Wynonna giving me so much that I don’t appreciate how lucky I am to be her baby girl.

“Hell with the ceremony,” Waverly said curtly. “Fuck me, daddy.”

“Do the guests get to watch?” Wynonna teased. “They came here for a show…”

“I don’t care so long as you fuck me!”

Wynonna grinned. “I’ll never say no to you, Waves.”

Waverly wrapped herself around her sister’s leg, squeezing it between her thighs. She rocked back and forth to fuck herself on Wynonna’s strong thigh. The friction warmed her, pleased her, but left the emptiness inside her in sharp relief. She wanted more. She wanted cock.

“I know you’re wearing it,” Waverly purred. “Go on. Take it out. Give it to me.”

“Jesus, baby girl, it’s T minus whatever here…”

“Then fuck me fast. You know you can do hard and fast. Why not just one?”

Wynonna’s hands worked through the miles of satin to pull up the hem of her dress. Waverly hummed her approval as she rolled her tongue along the line of Wynonna’s jaw, up to her ear, nibbling on her lobe in the most explicit come-on imaginable. Just hearing how heatedly Waverly was breathing was enough to make Wynonna as desperate as Waverly was. It didn’t matter if it was five minutes before their wedding or during the exchange of vows, she would prove Waverly was hers whenever her sister wanted her to.

By now, Wynonna had managed to lift the bulky skirt up around Waverly’s waist. Her hands fumbled in their excitement, then found the elastic band of Waverly’s panties. She stripped them down off the small but strong pop of Waverly’s curvy ass. Then Waverly’s naked, wet cunt was all hers. 

Her panties were still in Wynonna’s hand. Almost absent-mindedly, Wynonna stuffed the white cotton into her pocket, then she pulled down her fly. The magic strap-on that had become all but part of the family over the last year sprang out, ready to play.

Waverly spread her legs wide, opening her pussy to Wynonna, giving her a straight shot into her pussy.

“Go on!” she urged. “Make me daddy’s girl.”

“God, I’d have married you a lot sooner if I’d known it would get you this hot.”

Waverly grinned recklessly. “Just a little taste of the honeymoon, Wynonna. And when it gets here, it’s going to make what we’ve been doing feel like just the free samples.”

Wynonna could only shake her head mutely. The magic of the strap-on, crossed with her own arousal, made it feel like a part of her, straining desperately for Waverly’s cunt. This was exactly what she’d wanted when she’d come to Waverly’s room, but she hadn’t expected to find her sister so eager. It looked like married life would agree with them both…

Waverly reached out to take Wynonna’s dildo with fierce tenderness, guiding it directly into her own sex. They both gasped as the cock pushed inside of Waverly’s cunt, coming to the rest in the middle of all the clinging pressure her body could provide.

Waverly closed her eyes and leaned back, secure in Wynonna’s strong arms. Her sister was thrusting hard into her pussy, making her painstakingly aware of just how large the strap-on was. Waverly was used to the feeling of being spread open when she was entered, but the dildo stayed huge all the way in, opening her from her gates to the depths of her pussy. 

To have it fucking her, moving relentlessly with Wynonna’s single-minded determination, was sheer heaven to Waverly. She could have stood there and taken Wynonna’s thrusts all day. And unlike the passing fancy of admiring herself in the mirror, blowing off the ceremony and letting Wynonna see if how much fucking the dildo could take before it broke was a serious temptation to Waverly.

“Do it,” she pleaded. “Fuck me good! I want to feel that big cock in my womb.”

“Oh, you’re gonna, baby,” Wynonna promised with her own wild grin—their relationship bringing out the devil in both of them. “I’m gonna breed you, Waverly. Starting today, I’m fucking that pretty little cunt pregnant. Only thing to do when your pussy grips me the way it does. Feels like a hand jacking me off, milking out all my cum. Well, that’s what you’re gonna get, baby girl. You’re gonna get my cum so deep, you’ll be able to taste it.”

“I can’t fucking wait,” Waverly told her. 

She tensed her belly muscles, the pressure ripping from the top of Wynonna’s cock to the base, a strong grip sucking along the length of the dildo until her pussy lips were fluttering around the base. Wynonna’s eyes rolled up in her head. Waverly giggled at the effect she’d had on her sister. It was good to know she got Wynonna as crazed to fuck her as she usually was to get fucked.

“Yeah, that’s what your cunt’s for,” Wynonna moaned. “That tight little sweetness is just for getting my cock off. You nearly did just now. Better hurry and finish me off or I might fuck you right through our own wedding!”

Waverly gripped Wynonna’s thick upper arms and leaned even further back, taking Wynonna’s prick even deeper into her pussy. She felt it pulsing wildly, the knob swelling, filling with cum from where she didn’t know. It should’ve been strange, this bit of literal manhood in the middle of all the weaponized femininity that was Wynonna Earp, but to Waverly, it just felt like her sister loved her so much that she had to fuck her as hard as a girl could be fucked. Wynonna never used a finger when she could get a fist inside.

And it definitely worked for Waverly, being the sheath to Wynonna’s cock. As different as they were, their bodies responded in all the right ways to each other. Waverly’s cunt flared with desire so intense it was nearly painful, it burned. She felt like she was glowing with every stroke of Wynonna’s shaft inside her. And the warmth was building, spreading throughout her entire body, threatening to consume her.

She let herself be burned.

The heat flowed into her belly, made her weak in the knees. She had to wrap her arms around Wynonna’s neck to keep from falling. And lowering herself that much made the strap-on go even deeper into her cunt.

“That’s so wonderful,” Waverly mewled. “But it’s not fast enough. I love the way your cock feels inside me, but you’ve got to make it go harder! I’ll fucking lose it if you don’t!”

As usual, Wynonna let her actions speak for her. Actually, as usual would probably include some shittalk while her actions spoke for her, but Waverly guessed her sister wasn’t up to multitasking at the moment.

Wynonna bent at the knees, pulling herself almost entirely from between Waverly’s engorged labia, leaving them quivering with need. Then she sprang up, rocketing herself up into Waverly to literally lift her sister off her feet. Waverly was filled to overflowing with Wynonna’s penetration. Her juices volleyed over the harness of the dildo, forced out of her by how hard Wynonna had just thrust into her.

“We’re gonna need to get you a bigger cunt, sis,” Wynonna told her. And there was the shittalk. “This one’s too small for me.”

“You couldn’t have found a magic dildo that was a bit smaller?”

“This one suits me,” Wynonna taunted. “And what’s the point of enchanting a magic dildo if it’s not big enough to MAKE MY BABY SISTER COME!”

By then she was rhythmically fucking Waverly, each thrust sending the dildo a little deeper into Waverly’s seething sex. Waverly wrapped her slender legs around Wynonna’s body and held onto her for dear life. The strap-on kept seeming to work itself deeper and deeper into her. Then there was a loud knock on the door.

“Hurry up, dearie. The ceremony’s about to begin. Assuming we can find Wynonna, of course.”

It was Gus. Struggling to control her voice, Waverly said “Be right there!”

“Then hurry!”

 

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” 

Waverly spoke for both the Earp girls. Wynonna couldn’t take the pressure of Waverly’s sucking cunt anymore. She fell to the ground on top of Waverly, hammering her strap-on into the churning depths of her sister’s cunt. Then warm white cum erupted from her dildo, gushing into Waverly’s womb in burst after burst of pleasure.

“Yes, Daddy, come inside me!” Waverly gasped as quietly as she could. She flexed her inner muscles, helping Wynonna pour her load into her cunt. “I can feel it all inside me, Wynonna! There’s so much of it! It’s going, oh God, it’s going right up me as far as I can feel! Come for me, Wynonna, come for me!”

Until finally, Wynonna gave one last lurching pump and rolled off of Waverly. Exhausted, she lay panting beside her. Waverly giggled, unable to believe how good she felt, or that she was still a little horny. She just knew that at the honeymoon, though, she would be fully satisfied. 

“Do you think you bred me?” she goaded Wynonna. “Maybe now I’m not your anal bitch anymore—maybe now I’m your baby momma.”

Wynonna had checked it out with Jeremy—he’d come to have some interesting ideas regarding pegging and something called mpreg, but he also seemed to think that was Doc’s problem, so Wynonna would let the boys sort it out. The strap-on could get someone pregnant, an otherwise harmless pregnancy that would magically bring together both the participants’ DNA. 

For once, Wynonna was a little grateful that Waverly wasn’t biologically an Earp. She figured having a kid with her half-sister was really no different than doing it with a cousin, so by Purgatory standards, the baby would be a model of genetic health. And it was worth it, getting to give Waverly a bit more normalcy, good normalcy—white picket fences and yellow school buses and white sundresses. She was going to give her baby girl a baby girl, and since they had at least begun getting married, there was no time like the present to start on that.

“You’ll always be my anal bitch,” Wynonna assured her, resting her cheek on her folded arms. “Even if I do knock you up, you can bet I’ll be rocking that ass of yours right up until you go into the delivery room.” Her eyebrows flashed up her forehead. “You can just give me a blowjob then.”

“Give me back my panties,” Waverly said, giving her sister a punch on the arm. “We can still tie the knot before conception.”

“I’m not giving ‘em back.”

“What?”

Wynonna turned on her side to face Waverly. “It’s like this. Your ass belongs to me. But since I have to do without it for this long, boring day, I’ll settle for your panties. They’ll stay in my pocket all through the ceremony. Reception, too. And unless you want everyone to find out, you’ll get a real head start on the honoring and obeying.”

Waverly gaped, her face reddening, but as much as what Wynonna was doing should’ve incensed her, she felt thrilled instead. Wynonna could goad her and tease her as much as she liked, but she was always just pulling Waverly’s pigtails. Whatever they were, sisters or lovers or soulmates, Wynonna seemed to know her enough to know just which buttons to push and which to avoid.

The ceremony went smoothly, but Wynonna didn’t let up on teasing Waverly just because there was a fake minister making a fake speech. And for some reason, the fake ceremony included them kneeling before the minister side by side, so Wynonna was able to sneak her hand under the thick folds of Waverly’s dress with no one being the wiser. She stroked the bare flesh of Waverly’s thigh, clearly amusing herself while she waited for the sermon to be over. Waverly couldn’t gainsay her. What words could carry the same meaning as Wynonna using her like a toy and Waverly being happy to be her toy?

As the minister read the last of the charge to the couple, Wynonna’s fingers found Waverly’s slit. A single finger returned to her folds, seeing how slack they were after the fucking Wynonna had given her. Wynonna smiled hard enough for Waverly to feel it, touching the juices filling Waverly’s sex. They were still being married and Waverly was getting turned on.

She almost blew her vows because of that exploring finger, but she managed to see them pronounced… whatever they were. From then on, it was all ritual. Or so Waverly thought.

She floated through fifteen minutes of the reception, thanking people and politely listening to smalltalk. Only a few of the people there knew them as anything but a happy couple supposedly renewing their vows, but they were all quick to bore her with their opinions. Then she found Wynonna sitting by one of the speakers for the band. She, of course, didn’t mind the noise.

“Saved you a seat,” Wynonna said, patting her knee.

Waverly started to demur—she still felt the need to be thankful for this almost-wedding by fulfilling her meet and greet obligations. Then she saw Wynonna tug one end of her panties out of her pocket. Waverly couldn’t stand the thought of Wynonna showing those off. She hurried over and sat down in Wynonna’s lap.

“I knew you’d see things my way.”

“Once you blackmailed me,” Waverly snipped.

“You spoiled me with that quickie earlier. Now I need seconds.”

“From where I’m sitting, I certainly can tell.” Wynonna’s strap-on prodded through the thick folds of her dress to nudge against Waverly’s ass.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give your pussy a rest. Now that I’ve bred you, I want that ass again.”

“Okay. In an hour or two…”

“Now,” Wynonna said firmly, working Waverly’s dress out of the way, into a configuration Waverly didn’t want to think about when she wasn’t wearing panties. 

“What are you doing?” Waverly hissed in her ear.

“Can’t you tell?” Wynonna whispered back. “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. Just sit still. I’ll give you the usual.”

But Waverly couldn’t sit still. Not with that massive dildo pressing into her anus. Wynonna reached around her waist and took hold of her, lifting her up enough to fully thrust into her asshole.

Waverly bit her lip to keep from crying out. She couldn’t believe it. Even if most of the people here were strangers, Wynonna was still fucking her in front of dozens of people. It was outrageous! But Wynonna was doing it anyway.

She bounced Waverly up and down, the strap-on pumping into her asshole, wearing down her resistance like it always did. Waverly wasn’t able to speak for fear of giving away that she was being fucked.

Her intellect reassured her that to all outward appearances, everything was fine. Wynonna Earp was sitting with her new bride and they were cuddling. Nothing more could be seen with miles of white satin dress surrounding the penetration.

“We’re in public!” Waverly squealed.

“So? Don’t you like it? Isn’t your ass mine? Whatever vows we swore, we know what they really mean. You’re my cock holster and I’m going to use you when I want, how I want, and you had better come for me. I don’t like it when my baby girl doesn’t come for me.”

“I will!” Waverly promised her. “I’ll come so hard for you, daddy… but… you can’t…”

Then she couldn’t say another word. Wynonna was pumping faster and faster into her ass. Her arousal roiled in her cunt, making all of her groin feel liquid, inside and out. Waverly could only try and hold down the tide of warmth rising inside her, building with the intensity of the fuck. The friction of the dildo’s broad head through her narrow rectum was sending out flickers of fire and tiny fingers of deliciousness. She couldn’t deny either. As much as it hurt, she was enjoying being fucked in public. The fact that no one else knew it was happening, knew that she was her sister’s anal whore even when it was going on right in the middle of them, made it even more delightfully sinful.

Leaning back, Waverly turned her head so that her lips were over her shoulder. Wynonna took the offer and kissed her, their tongues duplicating what their bodies were doing in secret. Wynonna’s tongue flashed along Waverly’s the same way her strap-on was fucking deep into Waverly’s ass. Every time Waverly shook her hips, grinding her ass into Wynonna’s lap, it gave her a new and different thrill.

“I think I like having a wife,” Wynonna said after the kiss broke. “Just so long as she’s a slut.”

Sweat beaded on her forehead, showing how aroused she was becoming. She wouldn’t settle for anything less than filling Waverly’s ass as she had her cunt. The dildo ached badly, telling her it needed this fuck to go to completion to erase the soreness. Wynonna didn’t know if this was what a guy felt like when his balls were bulging, but real or not, the magic was definitely enough to promise her plenty of satisfaction when she finished it.

Waverly could barely keep herself from responding to Wynonna. She wanted to scream and moan and cry out Wynonna’s name like she usually did, but she couldn’t. And the fact that she couldn’t, the fact that others might realize what was happening, made it even better. 

Wynonna’s hands were on her hips. They turned Waverly this way and that, pulling the delicate flesh of her anus into a passionate spiral. It made her asshole feel even tighter, even more stuffed with cock. Tensing her ass around Wynonna’s buried prick made her sister groan. Then Wynonna started really pistoning into her, bouncing Waverly on her lap, making every inch of her jiggle. 

If anyone in the room looked at them for more than half a second, they would have to realize what was going on. Waverly couldn’t bring herself to stop it, though. She could tell Wynonna was at the breaking point. Waverly moved with her strokes, fucking herself on Wynonna’s powerful thrusts. Her cunt flooded, signaling her climax. Waverly closed her eyes and fell against Wynonna’s body. She wanted to scream every jolt of pleasure as she came and came and came. Instead, she held it all locked up inside her. She had to. Much as she wanted to tell everyone how she loved each wicked second of being fucked by her big sister, it was so much more exciting to do it in secret.

“Are you feeling okay there, Waverly?” Gus again. “You look a little flushed.”

Waverly forced a shaky smile. “I’m alright. I was just feeling a little… full.”

“Well, take it easy, it’ll pass.”

“Yeah…” Waverly muttered as Gus went away. “I’ll take it…”

Wynonna felt Waverly’s inner muscles quake in orgasm, going to work on her strap-on. Waverly squeezed and milked and massaged the dildo with her asshole clenched all around it. She had one hell of a tough asshole and when she came, she could get Wynonna off without even trying.

Waverly rutted up and down a few times, convulsing in her own orgasm, and that was enough to get Wynonna to spurt her cum deep into Waverly’s bowels.

“Holy shit,” Wynonna gasped under her breath. “Does this thing ever run empty? It feels like I came even more than the last time!”

She pulled the strap-on free of Waverly’s anus and zipped it back up under her fly. She was absolutely spent, like it would take the first night of her honeymoon just for her to get it up again.

Waverly smiled, spunky and chipper with her own climax. It hadn’t worn her out. It’d filled her with energy. “I guess that means you can give my mouth the same treatment.”

“Are you kidding me right now, Waves?”

Waverly smiled and put her head down on Wynonna’s shoulder. She smiled up at her loving wife. “It’s a long drive to the cabin. And I love you, Wynonna. Especially in my ass. I feel that big strap you keep tied around your waist like a goddamn gunslinger and my asshole starts begging to have you bend me over something. You know how it is, don’t you?”

“Every time you wear shorts,” Wynonna retorted. “And I’m sure my prick could use some cleaning after you came all over it. But don’t think the rest of you is getting out of anything. Your ass, your pussy, your throat, they all belong to me.”

“Property of Wynonna Earp,” Waverly agreed, spinning her wedding ring around her finger, certain she could feel the inscription on the inside of it. “Till death do us part.”