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My name is Jake. I’ve been happily married to my wife Marg for a little over forty years. We were married young, but didn’t have a child for sixteen months after our marriage date. It was a girl, and her name is Jennifer, named after my wife’s mother, but we all call her Jenny.

There were complications during Jenny’s birth which resulted in my wife not being able to conceive in the future, but at the time we didn’t care, because we were blessed with a beautiful and healthy little baby girl.

All during her infancy and into her teens, Jenny was a rambunctious, energetic little girl. Often when we played hard, I would find that my hands would accidently brush certain areas of her body that may have seen as being inappropriate to some, but such actions did not upset Jenny, and she accepted it as a normal occurrence, which it, innocently, was. I, on the other hand, found it extremely enjoyable to experience the natural revaluation of my daughter’s body as it developed into adulthood, and she became a beautiful and attractive young lady.

As she entered her teens her good looks attracted boys like bees to honey. However, our worries of early sex were unfounded and she shied away from that activity, announcing to those who sought to get into her pants, that she had no desire to “do it” until she found the man she wanted to marry.

When time came for her to leave home to attend University a fair distance away, my wife and I accepted her leaving as a natural event, knowing all along that some day she would marry and begin her own life and family, possibly away from us. Naturally, I missed the sound of her voice and laughter, our hugs and cuddles, and the light touches or grasps on her cute little bum which always rewarded me with a giggle, a light swat on the arm, followed by a loving peck of a kiss on my cheek.

Although she always came back for the holidays, special events, and the summer months, her mother and I really missed her not being home. After graduation it was not a surprise that she was offered a very good job in that far away city, and decided to remain there.

A few months after she had started her new job, Jenny phoned to tell us that she had a new boyfriend, a young man who worked for the same company, and that they were becoming an item.

We finally met Bob later that year, when they both fly home to spend a week of their summer vacation with us. Marg and I found him to be an intelligent, friendly and very outgoing young man. We could also see that they were very much in love and agreed, later, when we were alone, that marriage was not out of the question. And we were right. Six months later, Jenny phoned and announced they were engaged.

They set the date for the wedding in late June and wanted it to be in Jenny’s hometown. This worked well for us, since Jenny’s mother was delighted to look after all of the details for her daughter who was miles away. I was put in charge of setting up the hotel and booking reservations for all of the relatives, on both s ides, who were coming. Jenny and Bob did a lot too, arranging the wedding party and getting the wedding and bridesmaids dresses, as well as the tuxes for the men.

A week before the wedding day, Jenny arrived home and for the week was touted with various showers and parties given by her old school friends and family relatives.

Seeing as how the wedding reception was being held at the same hotel as the guests were staying, Marg and I booked our own room, so we could enjoy the festivities and not have to worry about driving home. There was also a suite for Jenny and Bob, which would also be used as a dressing room for the bridesmaids.

The day before the wedding Jenny asked me to take her to the hotel, so she could see the ballroom where the reception would be held. On the drive into the city, Jenny sat close beside me, and held my hand. There was a constant smile on her face, as she sat quiet and watched the scenery flash by.

“You seem awfully happy this morning.” I said, squeezing her hand slightly.

“Oh, I am Daddy. More than you realize.” she answered turning and facing me. I could see it on her face and in her eyes, but there was also something else - a twinkling in her smiling eyes that had always denoted something mysterious was about to happen.

I chuckled and said “What are you up to?”

“Wait and see.” she replied laughingly and turned to look out her side window again.

After parking the car, we went to the hotel, met with the Banquet Manager who showed us the ballroom and went over the menu and other arrangements. Jenny was delighted with it all, and made no changes. Then she asked if it was possible to see the suite of rooms I had booked for as the Bridal Suite.

“Certainly.” he said and went off to get the card key.

“Oh, Daddy it’s perfect.” she said as she swept through the medium sized living room then into the roomy bedroom with king sized bed and large screened TV mounted on the wall. The bath was just as large and featured a raised Whirlpool Tub. Having examined each room she ran back to me, pressed her body against mine, threw her arms around my neck and looking me straight in the eyes said, “Now there is only one important thing left to do.”

“And what’s that?” I asked, smiling, as I bent my head a little to give her a kiss on the end of her nose.

“I want you to fuck me right now and fill me with your cum.”

It took a few second for that statement to register fully, once I realized what she had said, all I could say was a very baffled “HUH?” Replacing her smile with a very serious look she said.

“Daddy, ever since I can remember you have playfully touched my body, lightly pinching or kneading, rubbing your hands over my breasts, my pussy and behind, never in a bad lecherous way, but loving and without any intention of hurting me in any way. I loved your touches and rubbing Daddy, but I never knew how to tell you. Even when I was older when my breasts were large enough to fondle - and how I wanted you to fondle them, but you never did. Touch yes, and maybe a slight pinch, but nothing more.

“Daddy, I can’t tell you the number of times I laid in bed at night, making myself cum, just by thinking of you touching me and wanting you to do more. You remember my pledge of not having sex until I was married, well that was just for you. I wanted you to take my virginity, to be my first, but that didn’t happen.” She smiled again before continuing. “ Bob did that.”.

“Daddy. Please. I want to make up for all that lost time. I’m getting married tomorrow and this is the only time I have to show you how much I love you. As a father,” she added quickly, “not as a lover. Please Daddy. Fuck me now and let this be the first of the two happiest days of my life.”

By now I had come to my senses. Listening to what she was saying had gotten me excited beyond anything I had eveer experienced before. I had a “woody” that was threatening to rip through my jeans just to escape. I let my actions say “yes” as I pulled her tighter to me, and kissed her fully on the mouth, our lips opening, tongues touching and then fencing as they explored the inside of our mouths.

Finally we broke apart, and smiling at her, I lifted her up in my arms and headed for the bedroom. I let her stand beside the bed and we began to undress each other. As her bra dropped from her body, I gasped as the perfectly formed breasts and their tiny upright nipples. I reached up and gently touched each nipple, sending chills through her body and she uttered a soft moan of delight and closed her eyes as I bent down and gently licked the area around each nipple and then sucked the right and then the left nipples into my mouth, continuing to lick around and over the upright, hardened knob of flesh.

After a couple of minutes of that I stopped and wordlessly, she began to undo my shirt, and removed it, exposing my own chest. Next she undid my belt, button and zipper. Now looking at me and smiling, she paused, and I realized that this would be the first time that she will have ever seen me without clothes. Then. Taking a deep breath, she pushed my jeans and underwear down, freeing my large erection which sprung upwards almost hitting her chin. She laughed, and crouching down continued to push my clothes down so I could step out of them, and then I was completely naked in front of her.

She knelt upright on the floor looking at and inspecting my erection which had a slight upwards bend to it. Hesitantly, she raised her hand and gently grasping it, squeezing it lightly and slowly stroking it, moving the foreskin up and down over the enlarged head. Looking down I could see a drop of pre-cum squeeze out of the tiny opening, and Jenny reached up with her other hand and lifted it off and brought her finger to her mouth, licking it off. Smiling, and looking up a t me, she then pulled my erection down, guided the head to her open and waiting mouth, closed her lips around it and sucked. The feeling was exquisite and she closed her eyes and concentrated on moving her head up and down it’s length.

It took every ounce of will-power to stop her and pull my erection from her mouth before I shot my load down her throat. I pulled her up, kissed her deeply while fumbling with the clasp on the back of her skirt, finally getting it open and zipping down the zipper. She moved away from me, letting the garment slide down, and then stepped out of it. I moved her back to the bed and lowered us both, down onto it’s silky softness.

She opened her legs, inviting me in. I accepted the invitation and lowered my head to the wet spot on her thin, skimpy panties. I gently bit the fabric, inhaling the intoxicating aroma that floated from her private sanctuary. Her fingers joined my lips and nose, as they moved the wet crotch to the side allowing me access to the real treasure I sought, hairless except for a light, narrow patch of hair that pointed right to her opening.

Her wetness added to the aroma and taste of her juices. My tongue slipped easily between the soft lips of her vagina, penetrating slightly beyond their velvet folds, into the inner lining of her love channel, then slowly upwards, sucking up more of her moisture. Then, arriving at the heart of her being I gently flicking the end of my tongue over her sensitive little node, making her jump and groan with pleasure as she quickly came, and experienced her first climax of the afternoon. She pulled my head tightly into her nest, as she headed for another back-arching climax.

I left her wet pussy reluctantly, grabbing hold of the sides of her panties and pulled them down. She raised her backside to allow them to pass, and once free of her legs and feet, I dropped them onto the floor and moved upwards prepared to enter her forbidden chamber. She reached down between us and grabbed my erection, and aimed at her opening, and I felt the tip of my cock slide into her opening. Once started, I gently pushed my way passed her opening entering her narrow, tight, love channel, where I had to go more slowly. Jenny moved her hips up and down and in a circular motion as I pushed, and eased my way deeper into her. Finally, I bottomed out, pushing tightly against her cervix, and drawing a loud exhale from both of us. We both looked down and saw that my bushy crop of crotch hair pushed tightly against her crotch, indicating that every inch of my cock was inside her. We looked at one another and smiled. I leaned down and we kissed - a lovers kiss, long soft and caressing. Then breaking, I lifted and supported myself of my arms and slowly began to pump in and out. She closed her eyes and wrapped her legs around me, making sure that I remained tightly inside her.

The excitement and wickedness of our incest, brought us both to climax very fast. Jenny moaned loudly as she was overcome by the intensity of her climax, her legs locked on mine, preventing me from withdrawing.

“Jenny baby. I’m going to cum. Let go honey.” I pleaded between strokes.

“No Dad. I want you to come in meeeeeeeeee. Now! Oh god, NOW !”

And I came. Shooting streams of cum deep into my daughter’s love channel, depositing it right in front of her cervix, as that sentry at the entrance to her womb pulsed with her contractions, sucking in the creamy, sperm loaded liquid.

I filled her love channel twice more before left the room. Jenny used a tampon to keep my rich cum inside of her, proclaiming that she really did want to get pregnant, but with my child.

“But, what about Bob?” I asked. “I thought you two had decided to wait to have children. Surely he won’t want to fuck you without a condom.”

“He probably will.” she answered as we stepped into the elevator. “But, I’ll get him to go bareback tonight and pull out before he shoots his cum.” She looked at me and smiled as she continued, “but gee whiz Bob, you didn’t pull out soon enough.” she said in a whinny voice, then laughed.

“Oh. You are devious.” I whispered as we left the elevator and walked past a couple of people waiting.

The wedding the next day went off without a hitch. Jenny whispered to me the next morning at breakfast, that all went as planned. Nine months and three days later, Jenny had our first baby girl.

Yes, I said “first.” That all happened seven years ago, and we now have three girls and a boy. The girls are all mine, but the boy is Bob’s.

Until little Joey was born, everybody, Bob, my wife and all of our relatives and friends, accepted the fact that the girls’ resembled Jenny in coloring and looks. Little Joey, on the other hand, has bright red hair, and freckles - just like his dad! And that’s brought up a few questions.