Subject: Wedding Bells
Story Codes: MF oral inc father daughter
Diary Date: August 27, 2011
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary:
Was I dreaming? Could this be real? After so much has happened could I
actually be getting married? Could it possibly live up to expectations?
After all, I'd been dreaming about this day since I was a little girl and
even written stories about my fantasy wedding. I had everything planned down
to the smallest detail - or so I thought.
Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 - Wedding Dreams
Chapter 2 - Getting Ready
Chapter 3 - One Last Time With My Dad
Chapter 4 - Consummating the Marriage
Chapter 5 - Filling in the Gaps
Chapter 1 - Wedding Dreams
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The most beautiful white wedding dress, a church filled with friends and
family, flowers everywhere, a giant extravagant wedding cake, the sun shining
brightly overhead, a large wedding party, beaming parents and grandparents
seated proudly in the front row... what girl doesn’t dream of the day she
gets married from the time she sees her first wedding? How many bridal
magazines are bought every day by girls without even a boyfriend at the time
just so they can fantasize about being the beautiful bride on the cover?
As for me, I had kept a box filled with all my ideas and plans that had grown
from a small shoebox to a much larger version over the years. It included
invitations and programs from weddings I’d either attended or been a part of
in the past. (Yes, I had been the proverbial “always a bridesmaid, never a
bride” for many years with the ugly dresses in the closet to prove it.)
Clippings from magazines, newspaper articles I’d read, advertising materials
from caterers, florists, and chauffeurs; it all made it to the dream box I
kept in my bedroom while growing up. Over the years the type of service,
indoors versus outdoors, the dress, flowers, colors of the bridesmaid dresses
- and styles, it all changed based on my mood and the state of my life at the
time. One thing never changed - the moment I said “I do”.
So as I entered the second quarter century of my life I had just about
everything I needed for the wedding except to one teenie weenie little detail
- the groom. All through high school and college I was never lacking for
boyfriends but they were really more boys who were friends than anyone I
wanted to marry. Like so many girls I’d had a HUGE crush on my first
boyfriend and even though I was just fourteen at the time, I knew as certain
as the sun rises in the east that I’d met the guy I would marry someday. He
was my first - and only, for months after we first did it as I couldn't
imagine giving myself to anyone else but my future husband. You can just
imagine how shocked I was when he told me that he was moving away to the west
coast, leaving me despondent and convinced I would die an old maid. I want
even fifteen yet but was convinced that love had passed me by.
I’ll let the psychoanalysts make the call but if I’m honest with myself then
maybe it was this feeling of loss and despair that led me to become the class
slut. Heck, I think I qualified eventually as the SCHOOL slut although my
younger cousin gave me a run for the title. Once I realized how much guys
wanted me and the lengths to which they would go to have me it became like an
addiction. It didn't hurt that I LOVED sex. It also helped that my parents,
especially my mother, encouraged me to act out my dreams and fantasies. She
even convinced my gynecologist to put me on the pill when I was fourteen.
Mom wasn't the only one interested in my sexual exploits. Both of my parents
went out of their way to make it easy for me to bring guys home rather than
having to hide in the backseat of some car. I suppose them being able to
peek in and watch didn’t hurt either.
Still, there’s a BIG difference between enjoying being with a guy for sex and
wanting to live your life with him. While I did have a few guys I got closer
to, something always seemed to get in the way. At the end of my senior year
I thought I had finally met “the one” only to find that once I left for a
college that was hours away and thus he couldn't fuck me whenever he wanted
that he dropped me like a hot stone. It taught me a valuable lesson in that
I became a bit cynical as I realized the lengths that guys would go to and
how they would say just about anything to get in my pants. So far as I was
concerned, when they said “I love you” it was really just another way of
saying “I want to fuck you”.
A few years ago I finally met him, the guy I just KNEW I wanted to marry.
Duane was everything I’d dreamed of, or so it seemed, and I was totally
convinced that he was the going to propose at any moment. As much as I was
excited about the upcoming event, I was also nervous in that Duane didn’t
know anything about my incestuous background. Would he understand that as my
father’s daughter I had duties and responsibilities that were just as
important as my future duties as a wife and mother? Would he object to my
relationships with other members of my family? Could he ever truly comprehend
the love and closeness that I had with my family because of incest when he
had never been exposed to it before and only knew what he saw in the
newspapers and 20/20 episodes??
Rather than come right out and tell him, I decided to introduce him one step
at a time. At the time I was heavily influenced by my mother’s belief that
adultery was a cardinal sin and a violation of the Ten Commandments. Thus
once I was married, sex outside my immediate family would be out of the
question. However, that also meant for my future husband that he would be
free to enjoy the women in my family - so long as it was someone in my family
and NOT just any girl off the street. After all, incest is NOT adultery
since it stays within my marriage family. (Just a note - since then my
parents have divorced and I now consider adultery to be the act of CHEATING
on your spouse, not just having sex with other people.)
So I told Duane about my Aunt Linda and cousin Kristi who had slept together
since their husband and father had divorced them just a couple of years after
Kristi was born. I figured if Duane could deal with THAT bit of information
then maybe I could tell him about mom and my father. Besides, I knew he
wanted to have sex with them both anyway and this was basically giving him
permission to do so.
Another lesson learned and this was a hard one. Duane did NOT react well to
the news and before it was over I lost my job and what looked to be my entire
teaching career. It was only the intervention of my father that salvaged
anything. What he said to Duane that night neither of them ever told me but
at least it stopped things in their tracks before they got any worse. Still,
it took years to repair the damage - both to my career and to my heart.
Then my fairy tale fantasies came true. Imagine my surprise the day in
church when Steve tapped me on the shoulder and I turned to see my old
boyfriend had returned! As it turned out, my original prediction regarding
him from back when we first dated came true. How many girls can say that the
first guy they had sex with, the first guy they thought they would marry,
would actually BE the one they married?
After the Duane incident, perhaps the scariest time for me was the day I told
Steve about me and my dad. Unlike what I did with Duane, I came out and just
spilled everything. It was a little easier as Steve was not entirely a
stranger to incest. Once when we dated his mother caught us having sex and
one thing led to another. Although they both claim nothing like that ever
happened again, they were a lot closer than your average son and mother.
Seeing them kissing and cuddling made me wonder about them at first,
especially when the fondling got hot and heavy but it was always over their
clothes and never went any further than that.
Steve actually didn't believe me at first, assuming it was another practical
joke like the ones I enjoyed playing on him. I guess I couldn't really blame
him but the only way to convince him was to show him. Well, THAT settled the
issue and the next day he proposed to me so I was glad I hadn’t waited any
longer. While we both have agreed that what goes on between me and my dad
stays between me and my dad, he didn't hesitate when it came to taking
advantage of the situation. Surprisingly to me, it was my Aunt Linda that he
was most attracted to and then my own mother. For a guy who has a fetish for
younger girls, for whatever reason he likes the older ones when it comes to
my family.
So after a nine month engagement, the moment was almost here. Everything was
in place and there wasn’t a whole lot left to do at this point. The previous
night we’d had our rehearsal and dinner which went off splendidly. One thing
I did take note of was that even though I thought I had everything planned
down to the smallest detail, there were still a few surprises. For instance,
I hadn’t figured that less than ten minutes after arriving that my dad’s
oldest brother would be doing me in the coat room. I also hadn’t even had
the slightest idea that my cousin would be doing the groom and his brother
between the rehearsal and dinner. Looking back it shouldn’t have surprised
me but who can predict everything?
Without a doubt the biggest surprise was when I learned that Jim and Sharon,
Steve’s younger siblings, also had sex during the rehearsal dinner. Now THAT
really shocked me as I had no idea that sort of thing was going on and I
couldn't wait to corner Sharon later to find out more about it. I knew she
had a crush on her older brother back in high school but never once had she
hinted about any longings for her younger brother.
Now it was August 27th, the day that would forever more be on my calendar as
my wedding anniversary. I woke in the morning groggy and sleepy. Ideally I
would’ve had a good night’s sleep but when my cousin gets in bed with me it’s
not like either of us can just turn on our sides and ignore the other. In
the end it turned out to be a great way to spend our last night together as
roomies. Certainly there would be other nights but never again as two
single cousins. Actually I didn't even remember falling asleep as somewhere
along the line I just became so exhausted that I more or less passed out in
the middle of things.
I was the first to wake and I laid there motionless, enjoying the feel of
Kristi’s warm nude body snuggled up against mine. Somehow or another I’d
ended up on my back with Kristi laying on her side, one leg draped over me
and an arm over my chest with her head resting on my shoulder. My left arm
was under her head and I reached down and felt her bare butt, running my
fingers lightly along the curve of her hips. She stirred at my touch but
didn't wake; if anything she just seemed to press in tighter against me. I
had to wiggle under her just a little to get comfortable and as I did I felt
her smooth crotch pressing in tight against my upper thigh. Mmmmmmm, I
wished I was the one on top right now as I knew where my head would have been
before long.
Reaching over with my right hand, I gently stroked my cousin’s hair away from
her face. She looked so peaceful and innocent when she was asleep, not a
hint of the sexuality she had oozed just a few hours earlier. Reaching down,
I adjusted my boob under her as hers pressed down against it. My pussy
tingled as I remembered how good her mouth had felt on me and how badly I
wanted her again.
I’ve been with a number of women over my lifetime although only a small
fraction compared to the number of guys. Unlike guys, who I’m willing to
have fun with regardless of who they are, I tend to lean towards the women in
my life I know and am comfortable with when it comes to sex. Even then it’s
a world of difference having sex with a girl friend as compared to being with
your mother or cousin. There’s a sense of intimacy that just can’t be
matched when you’re with someone you’ve literally known all your life.
Neither Kristi or I had a sibling so we pretty much grew up as sisters more
than cousins. With her mother being divorced, sometimes it seemed that they
spent more time at our house than their own. Of course it didn’t hurt that
my aunt loved sex with my dad even though I didn't know about THAT until I
was having sex with him myself.
As my fingers ran slowly up Kristi’s bare back and then back down to her cute
little butt, my other hand gently touched the sides of her perky boob and
then I carefully squeezed my fingers under it so they were between our boobs,
allowing me to cup her breast in my hand and slowly massage it. God her
breast felt so good in my hand and I loved the way the back of my hand felt
against my own hardening nipple. Apparently she liked it as well as she
stirred again and I saw her eyes start to flicker open.
“Good morning sweetie,” I greeting her softly, twisting my body so we were
now facing each other on the bed. I put my arm around her and pulled her in
tightly to me, pressing my leg in between hers and pushing it up tight into
her crotch. Her pussy felt so warm against the top of my leg and I moved it
just enough to rub her gently. Our boobs rubbed p against each other and I
could feel my nipples move against hers.
“Mmmmmmm, that feels so good,” her first words came out. She had her eyes
closed again but I knew she wasn't sleeping anymore as I felt her arch her
back and press herself in tighter against my leg. Then she started to slowly
hump against me, rubbing her pussy on me.
“Fuck I’m so damn horny,” she whispered under breath as she humped against me
more. Well, so much for getting out of bed early!
Later as I showered all I could think about was the upcoming events! So far
the day had started out perfectly. While I hadn’t planned on 69’ing my
cousin before even getting out of bed, it was definitely a good omen for the
day to come. Like the day was barely underway and already I’d cum twice!
Chapter 2 - Getting Ready
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Fortunately I’d woke with enough time to get the morning started right with
my cousin as we were both due at the salon by 8:30. Ever mindful of her
duties, my Maid of Honor was calling me a half hour beforehand to make sure
my alarm had gone off. Hillary was 40 years old and a good friend of mine.
We taught together as a team at the small Christian school where I teach.
Hillary and I had become quite close over the past year or so and it just
felt right to ask her. It also gave me a bit of an excuse for not choosing
any of my friends over the other when it came to the MOH thing. Some
decision are just impossible to make and I never claimed to be Solomon
My other bridesmaids were going to be Beth - my absolute BFF who I think was
a bit disappointed not to be the MOH but she dealt with it nicely. Then
there was Brenda, my freshman year college roomie who also had the
distinction of being my first lesbian experience (I don’t count my mom and
aunt as that was family). Samantha is probably best known to people who
read my diary as the girl who got me to try sex with her dog. Nancy was also
one of my longtime good friends, best known for her obsession with Truth or
Dare. Finally there was Carrie, a close friend of Kristi with whom I’d spent
quite a few fun times with. I decided NOT to include any relatives in my
bridal party just so I wouldn’t hurt anybody’s feelings. Even so, I still
invited Kristi and my other cousin Tammy to join us for the preparations.
Sharon was also invited. I probably should have included her as a bridesmaid
but to be honest I wasn’t even 100% sure she would make the wedding until I
actually saw her at the rehearsal.
The colors for my wedding were pink and grey. The bridesmaid dresses were
pink with grey trim while the groomsmen would wear grey suits with white
shirts, pink vests and pink ties. When we got our nails done I stuck with
just simple light pink nails with light grey tips. We all had them done the
same of course, but when it came to hair it was every girl for herself!
With all the hustle and bustle of the rehearsal, this was the first time I
actually got to spend some time alone with Sharon. It had been years since
we had been together yet it seemed like just yesterday when we were young
teenagers dealing as best we could with our erupting hormones. As was the
case with all my friends at that age, we never actually touched one another
but we did masturbate sometimes when we got especially hot talking about some
guy we knew. Once I started dating her brother most of those times revolved
around me telling her the latest dirt on what Steve and I had done. Perhaps
I should have felt guilty for teasing her when I knew how badly she wanted
her brother for herself but I never did.
After what had happened the previous night, or at least what I assumed had
happened between her and her younger brother, I couldn't wait to get her off
to the side for a few minutes. With so many of us crammed into the salon,
privacy was not easily found but eventually we managed to get a few moments
when we could be relatively alone.
“OK girl, spill it,” I demanded as we sat on two chairs facing one another.
“Why Kelly, what in the world are you talking about?” she replied coyly,
pretending to be clueless. For a moment she tried to appear serious but then
she couldn't contain herself anymore and broke out into a huge grin. “OK, so
what can I say? I know it must freak you out to think of me having sex with
my brother but don’t knock it ‘til you try it.”
I almost burst out laughing. Wow, if she only knew! Still, I didn't give her
any clue as to my own history of incest. Talk about don’t knock it ‘til you
try it, she had no idea!
“So how... I mean when did this all start?” I stammered, pretending to be
flustered somewhat.
Sharon quickly gave me a rundown about how after they had moved to
California. It seemed like everyone was stuck up and with Sharon being a
little on the heavy side back then the guys wouldn’t talk to her so her
younger brother came to her defense. Not bad for an eighth grader
considering how immature he had been when they were in Pittsburgh. She said
that Steve just ignored her all the more now that he wasn't dating her best
friend anymore so it was just natural for her and Jim to grow closer.
Finally one day when she was upset about not being invited to a dance it
happened. She said she felt incredibly guilty afterwards and a little bit
dirty but she couldn't stop herself and so their relationship deepened.
We didn't have much more time but she mentioned that it got pretty tense when
her mom found out. Apparently she came home early one day and caught the two
of them in her bed and all hell had broken out. Still, they refused to stop
despite her demands and eventually her mom and Steve just ignored them so
long as they didn't do it in front of anyone.
“So you guys have sex all the time still?” I asked, trying to sound
incredulous at the stunning news.
“Oh yeah. I even think we might move somewhere new where people don’t know
us and get married,” she gushed.
Now THAT did make my jaw drop. I’m a firm believer in the potential benefits
of incest when done in the proper setting but to MARRY your own brother? It
was something I would never have even considered in a fantasy. Marriage
would mean having kids and although I know of people who do that, it wasn't
something I would ever do myself. People have asked me if I would ever have
my father’s child and my answer has always been a vehement NO. (Of course,
the fact he got a vasectomy after my mom’s difficult birth with me made the
whole point rather moot.)
That was all we had time for, leaving me with a thousand more questions that
I hoped to have time for later. With us leaving for our honeymoon the
morning after the wedding I wondered if Sharon and I would have any time as
the schedule was pretty stuffed as it was. Sitting back in the salon chair I
tried to digest the new information. It certainly helped me to understand a
few things better, such as why neither Steve or his mom liked to discuss the
topic of incest. It also helped me to understand why even though they each
obviously had carnal desires for the other neither of them was willing to
cross the line - although they certainly pushed it about as far as they
could.
It was interesting to see the difference in how people react to such
situations. In a perfect world the relationship between Sharon and Jim
would have paved the way for the rest of their family to become involved but
in the real world, it actually accomplished the opposite. I wondered if the
two of them had not started having sex if Steve and his mom would have gone
on to the next step. Oh well, that was the way it was but it made me feel
better to finally understand a situation that had baffled me for the past
year or so.
There’s just something about spending the morning, lunch, and then the
afternoon with friends and family doing fun things like nails, makeup and
hair that just makes you feel special. I looked in the mirror when all was
said and done and I wanted to cry. It had been ages since I’d been doted on
this way and I loved the way the girl had done my hair, exactly the way it
looked in the magazine photo I’d shown her. I felt like a princess ready for
her royal wedding. Well, the country club may not be Buckingham Palace but
it was MY wedding this time and because of that it was going to be the most
special one ever.
Chapter 3 - One Last Time With My Dad
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We arrived at the country club a couple of hours before the wedding. Special
rooms had been set aside for the wedding party with the guys off somewhere in
theirs and all us girls in our own. I never did see where the guys were.
For that matter we hadn’t seen any of them all day. Steve had mentioned
something about some massive video game tournament so I left him to do his
thing while I had my day with my girls.
The room was decked out with flowers and ribbons. Someone had brought in a
portable player and had their phone or whatever hooked up to play music.
There was a table of finger foods which I tried to stay away from as the last
thing I needed was to spill something on me or stain my fingers or dirty a
nail. In the far corner was my wedding dress, hanging up waiting for me. I
LOVED my dress. After all the ones I’d tried on it was the one that I knew
was the perfect one the moment I looked in the mirrors. I still tried on
some others but once I’d seen it I was just going through the motions. My
aunt made sure the price tags were hidden so I never did find out exactly
what it cost after the alterations but from the way my dad teased me I got
the idea it wasn’t exactly cheap. Oh well, it’s something you only buy once
and even though you only wear it for a few hours it’s the memories that last
a lifetime.
The photographers were everyone it seemed. There were three guys with
cameras and one with a video recorder. The head guy was giving directions to
the other three who pretty much stayed in the background taking shots of
everyone else while he pretty much focused on me. My mom was with me the
whole time for emotional support while my aunt hovered, keeping track of all
the details. I wore just a robe while the girls all changed into their gowns
and then they left, leaving just me and my mom with the head photographer.
I saw my mom talking to the photographer as I sat in a chair next to my gown,
waiting for her instructions. She and the photographer were apparently
discussing the shots she wanted with her doing all the talking and him just
nodding his head with a serious expression. I’d never met the guy until the
rehearsal the previous night and even then, we hadn’t exchanged anything more
than what it took to get the shots he wanted. He was actually quite
handsome, probably in his late thirties or early forties if I had to guess.
He wore black everything - black pants, a black t-shirt, black shoes and
socks. I couldn't help but smile as he looked just as I imagined a cat
burglar might dress before a heist.
“OK, I think we’re ready now,” my mom announced as the two of them approached
me, “Let’s take a few first for your special album, what do you say?”
We had talked in the past about the photos I wanted for my wedding. Of
course I wanted all the usual shots but I also wanted to have something
special that I could share with my husband after the wedding. Although he
wasn't allowed to be anywhere near me now, I wanted him to be able to see the
preparations for the wedding someday.
I stood up and she got in behind me and helped me remove the robe. I was
nude underneath and while I assumed my mom had this all worked out with the
photographer, I was still pleased to see his eyes widen just a little and
then he regained his professional demeanor and got busy with the camera. As
he took an almost continuous series of shots (isn’t digital photography just
the best thing ever invented?) I dropped the robe behind me into my mother’s
arms and stood there posing nude for the camera.
I got the idea quickly that this was not his first experience with erotic
photography as he immediately began giving me direction for how to pose.
These were not just porn shots but more what I would call erotic photography.
Yes, I was nude but still there was a feeling of good taste about every shot.
There actually was very little that was sexy per se in that he didn't have me
touch myself in any blatant way. It was more like he was trying to tell a
story in photos, of a girl preparing herself for her upcoming wedding, gazing
out the window, holding a photo of my fiance, checking out my wedding dress.
After he had taken the nudes my mom stepped in to help me get dressed. I sat
down in the chair as she put on my garter. If the photographer had any
thoughts about how she caressed my bare leg in the process he kept them to
himself but he had to have sense of how close my mother and I were and I just
hoped he was managing to capture those feelings in the photos he was
shooting.
Again, if the guy had any questions about me not putting on any panties as my
mom helped me with my dress he kept those to himself as well. That was one
thing I’d decided long ago. There was no way I was going to be wearing
anything under there for when my husband got down to retrieve the garter.
Plus there was the naughty feeling it was already giving me to know I would
be standing in front of all those people completely bare ass under my dress.
Finally I was encased in the dress. What I mean is a wedding dress is NOT
something you just slip on and off, at least not the one I chose. There were
enough ties, snaps, and hooks to make it more like a strait jacket. Once on,
it wasn't coming off again until the night was over! I looked in the mirror
and again it was all I could do to keep the tears at bay so as not to ruin my
makeup. My mom looked at me and I could see her over my shoulder behind me in
the mirror, She was beaming. Indeed, her little girl was about to get
married.
“You look stunning,” my mom said, her voice choking up a bit as well as her
emotions seemed to be about to get the better of her. I wanted to kiss her
and hug her but that would have to wait.
“I love you mom,” was all I could get out.
“I love you too baby,” she replied. Then she shooed out the photographer and
it was just the two of us for the moment.
“I need to go take care of something,” she said cryptically. “But I know
someone wants to see you right about now.”
She was beaming and while I wasn't exactly sure what she needed to do, I had
a pretty good idea of who she was talking about when it came to being with
me. There was just one man in the world right now I wanted to see - my
father.
She gave me a peck on the cheek and walked out from the room. I turned to
look out the window which overlooked the putting green where the ceremony was
to take place. Everything looked wonderful. My heart about burst as I
thought about how so many people had worked so hard to make this day perfect
for me. I looked down and saw Steve with his guys. The windows were tinted
and with the sun as it was I knew he couldn’t see me. He looked SOOOOOO
handsome. It was hard to believe that in just an hour or so he was going to
be my husband, my soul mate and partner for life.
Just then I heard the door opening behind me. I stood there silently,
listening to the approaching footsteps as my heart rate climbed.
“Wow... You are the most beautiful sight I have ever seen.”
I turned and smiled at my father. He looked so handsome! He was wearing the
same style suit as Steve and the groomsmen. For a moment we just stood there
a few feet apart, a father and his adoring daughter just minutes before her
marriage. This was to be the last time I would be with him this way.
Forever more I would still be his daughter, but I would also be another man’s
wife. This moment was so special as it was the last time I would be just
his.
“I love you so much daddy, thank you so much for everything,” I said, my
voice breaking as I was barely able to contain my tears.
He stepped forward and put his arms around me, holding me tightly against
him. I felt so protected, so safe in his arms. All my life this was the
man I’d turned to when I needed protection. He was the one man who never
betrayed me, never failed to be there when I needed him. Everything I had I
owed to him.
“I love you too Kelly,” he whispered to me. I could tell he was feeling as
emotional as I was.
“Show me daddy.. show me one last time how much you love me.”
Indeed, that was what I wanted more than anything else at this particular
moment. It is important to note that I did not ask him to “prove” his love
to me as I would never question my father’s love for his only daughter. It
was more the symbolic nature that counted. Words can only go so far before
actions are needed. While my dad has told me more times than I could ever
count how much he cares for me and loves me, when I feel him inside of me it
takes me to an entirely higher level. Not only does it demonstrate his love
and respect for me, but it is also a symbol of his lust for me which has
supported me through those days when I felt ugly or unwanted. To have your
own father desire you in the most intimate manner he can express is something
that I can never fully express. Only a girl who has felt herself mated with
her father, to feel her body joined with him and then to feel him moving deep
inside of her can truly understand my desires at that moment.
“I would do anything for you baby,” he whispered to me, “Just tell me what
you want.”
Of course he knew what I wanted, that wasn't the point. It wasn't the same
“want” I feel when Steve is about to fuck me, and nothing like the urge I get
when I am about to be taken by someone whom I’ve never met before. This was
something special, something unique, something I could never share with any
other man in the entire world because only one man is my father.
“Make love to me daddy,” I said ever so softly.
At that I saw tears begin to stream from his face. For the first time in my
life I asked my father no to just fuck me but instead to make love to me. It
was not something that came easily to my lips. Indeed, the only man I ever
intended to make love to me was to be my husband. Anyone else, no matter who
he might be, could only “fuck” me. To be honest, I think I was as shocked as
he was to hear those words as I had never dreamed or planned to say that to
him. Indeed, whenever I fantasized about this moment the words were always
along the lines of, “Fuck me daddy, fuck your little girl before she gets
married.”
“Oh baby, you have no idea how much that means to me,” he said in a voice
hoarse with emotion.
With that I turned around and twisted the chair around so that I was holding
onto the back of it for support, facing the large window so that I could see
the people assembling for the upcoming ceremony. The chairs were already
three- quarters filled and more people were waiting to be seated by the
ushers. As I watched I leaned forward and felt my dad raising up the back of
my wedding gown. It wasn't quite as simple as flipping up a miniskirt and I
could only imagine how it was bunched up on my back. Then I felt his large
hand on my bare bottom as his dick pressed into my exposed butt.
A sigh escaped my lips as I felt his erection pressing against my welcoming
pussy. He had his hand around his hard shaft, sliding it up and down my wet
pussy slit. I gasped as he rubbed the head against my sensitive clit and
then teasing the opening of my wet pussy with it.
“This is just for you baby,” he whispered as I felt him penetrate me. Oh
god, he did it soooooo slowly. It was like he wanted to savor every moment
he could as he ever so slowly pushed himself inside of me. Inch by inch I
felt his dick sliding into me, filling me more and more as he went.
“Oh daddy!” I sighed as he bottomed out inside of me. His bushy pubic hair
felt soft against my smooth butt as he pushed his crotch up against my ass.
As my dad’s dick entered me, I couldn't take my eyes off the crowd, watching
the various friends and relatives as my father began to stroke himself in and
out of me. Oh my god, there were my kids from school last year! I even saw
little Kaylyn and memories of what I’d witnessed at her house a few months
earlier came flooding back. God, if only she could see me now and see what
it was like to have your father not just fuck you as I knew hers did to her
but to make love to her as only a father can to his daughter.
With all the trapping I had one there wasn't much I could do but stand there
and let my dad do all the work. My heart was about to burst as everything I
had dreamed about for so many years was now happening, just as I had always
hoped it would. To do it almost within sight of my wedding guests made it
all the more erotic for me. Indeed, given that 90% of them had no idea I
practiced incest, what would they say if they could see what the bride was
doing just before she said her vows.
“I’m cumming baby.... I cumming,” my dad groaned as I felt his jerk as he
shot his incestuous cum into me.
My dad would have cum in me in any case but it was especially important now
that he did, and as deep in me as he could. First, I didn't want there to be
any risk of his cumming anywhere he shouldn’t. Like how devastating would it
be to have cum on my wedding dress as I walked down the aisle? Second, and
much more importantly, it sealed one of my biggest fantasies - to walk down
the aisle bare ass with my dad’s fresh cum inside of me.
I didn't cum myself but it was unnecessary. I had everything I could handle
as it was just dealing with my father making love to me only minutes before
he was to give me away in marriage. What more could I have ever asked for?
When he had finished my dad stayed inside of me for a couple of minutes.
Neither of us said a word but instead we just stayed coupled together,
etching this memory into our minds forever. It was one of those moments I
would never forget, standing there in my wedding gown with my father’s spent
dick in me, his cum deep inside of me as I gazed down and watched my soon-to-
be husband waiting for me.
Chapter 4 - The Ceremony
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No sooner had my dad gotten his pants back together and I had my gown back in
order was there a knock on the door. Thank god we were done as I hadn’t
realized it had been unlocked! In came Hillary without waiting for anyone to
answer but then why should she have worried about privacy? After all, so far
as she knew it was just me and my dad exchanging a few last words. I could
only imagine if she had even the slightest clue that even now I could feel my
father’s incestuous cum threatening to drain from my pussy. No doubt my
teaching position at a strict Christian school would have vaporized.
“Is someone ready to get married?” she called out gleefully as my dad stepped
out of the room as inconspicuously as he could. Hillary helped gather my
train and we worked our way out to the area where the wedding party was
gathered.
My dad had joined my mother as it was about their turn to be escorted down
the aisle to their seats. My grandparents on my dad’s side were already
seated and I saw my grandmother from my mother’s side was being led down to
her seat as the music played. Then came the parents and I watched with pride
as my mom and dad took their sets in the front row. Steve led his best man
and groomsmen in and then one by one my bridesmaids walked in holding their
bouquets. Everything was set now. This was the moment I’d always dreamed
of.
“Ready baby?” my dad murmured, holding out his arm for me.
The music changed to “Here comes the Bride” and everyone stood and turned to
watch us make our entrance. A number of people had tried to talk me into
something more non-traditional for my processional music but as tradition-
bound as I was, there was really no other option no matter how corny it may
sound.
I could hear the crowd murmuring as my dad led me across the grass and then
slowly down the aisle. I felt like I was in a fairy tale and all this was
somehow just a dream. Any worries I might have had about tripping from my
heels digging into the turf disappeared as it was like I was floating on air
the entire way. Everyone was smiling and I could hear them saying what a
beautiful dress I was wearing. I felt so proud I thought I might burst!
As I stood there holding onto my dad’s arm and the minister opened with a
prayer, it was like I was in some sort of time warp and everything was
happening in slow motion except me. Memories came flooding back to me of my
childhood and how me and my parents were always doing things together. I
thought about all the boys I’d had sex with during school and how I doubted
any of them ever thought I was make it to this point in my life. I looked at
my friends and family and thanked god for blessing me with the most wonderful
people in the world.
I also said a little prayer thanking god for long wedding dresses as I felt
my dad’s cum seeping from my pussy and down the inner part of my thigh.
There was absolutely nothing I could do about it so I just had to try and not
think about it - not nearly as easy as that may sound. Of course I COULD
have worn panties but then I would not have been able to feel his cum
dripping from me and that has always been part of my dream for my perfect
wedding.
The ceremony was short and simple. Rather than some long song I had arranged
for a short bible reading by one of my cousins. Being it was outdoors we
knew candles were a bad idea so instead of a union candle we used two
different colors of sand which we poured together into a single vase to
symbolize the blending of our lives. When it came time for our vows we did
the usual “till death do us part” thing but then we each read own vows as
well. For me, I reached back and Hillary slipped a rolled up scroll into my
hand which I then made a show of unfurling all six feet of it or so. The
crowd laughed as I started reading which turned out to be probably the
lengthiest part of the entire ceremony by the time I reached the end of the
scroll. When it was Steve’s turn he reached inside his suit and pulled out
his iPhone, again sending ripples of laughter through the crowd. His words
were considerably shorter but that was to be expected.
Then it was time. The minister pronounced us man and wife and told Steve he
could kiss me. Rather than lean towards him, instead I arched my back and
leaned toward Hillary who had a small bottle of mouthwash ready for me. One
spritz and then I turned back to Steve and we made out like lovers, tongue
and all. For a moment I forgot about everyone else as all I felt was my new
husband’s lips on mine as my dad’s cum drained further down my leg. The
minister couched politely and reluctantly we parted as everyone clapped and
cheered for us.
It was over. I was married!
Chapter 5 - Consummating the Marriage
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After what seemed to be hours of pictures (but really maybe no more than
thirty minutes) the wedding party made its triumphal entrance into the
country club ballroom and the party began. The food looked delicious but
honestly it was about the last thing on my mind at that moment. We hadn’t
hardly even sat down before the glasses were tinkling and we repeated out
first kiss - a gesture repeated MANY times as the night wore on.
Over the years I’d spent many a night masturbating as I fantasized about my
reception party. In my more vivid dreams I fucked every man in the room as
the bride laid on the table and opened her legs for one and all to have a
share. Of course those were just fantasies but it still would have been
pretty hot. There were a couple of things that I wanted to happen, regardless
of which scenario came true. First, my marriage Would be consummated before
we left the reception. Second, each of us would fuck at least one of the
other’s bridal party.
The only thing is I hadn’t mentioned that last one to any of my girls and I
wondered if Steve had anyone prepared on his side of the table. For me, the
choice was simple. There was only one girl I would even think of sharing
with Steve on this night and that would be my very best friend Beth. As the
only girlfriend of mine that had been fucked by my dad, it seemed only
fitting she be the only one to fuck my new husband as well.
The first hour or so everything was so busy that there was no chance
whatsoever for Steve and I to spend any time in private, let alone have sex.
Between the meal, the cake cutting and the garter and bouquet ceremonies it
was all a whirlwind to me.
When it came time for the garter ceremony, Steve and I had something special
worked out that turned out really well. Unknown to anyone but Beth and
Kristi, when it was time I made a quick entrance and sat down as fast as I
could before anyone could see that I was waddling. I had my dress hitched up
just enough to get it off the floor. My heels were ditched and I was wearing
white flip-slops which were a LOT more comfortable and easier to get around
in.
The DJ started the music and Steve came out on the dance floor like a proud
peacock. His friends cheered him on until suddenly he dove and slid on his
stomach right under my dress. Then he slipped out but instead of holding my
garter he had small plastic wrench! Everyone laughed and in he went again,
this time coming out with a lint brush. That was followed by successive
trips resulting in items scattered all over the dance floor as everyone got
into it and started debating what he would come out with next.
Finally he got serious and I swear half of him was buried under my dress.
This was no reach under the dress and blindly follow the leg up to the garter
thing like at every other wedding I’d intended. Fortunately the previous
acts made the whole thing light-hearted and so people weren’t offended by
what could otherwise have been interpreted as being somewhat risqué. Steve
made a big showing of pushing out on my dress as he reached my garter which I
had almost all the up to my crotch. What people didn't know was that he had
on hand on my leg while the other was poking up my pussy! I let out a started
shriek as two fingers went up inside of me and everyone laughed, thinking I
was just faking being shocked by whatever he was doing under there. Expect
for a few people, I doubt any of them had the slightest clue what was really
going on underneath.
Steve merged triumphantly with my garter as I feigned embarrassment but
nobody could have know how horny I was at that moment. God, I could have
jumped Steve right then and there in front of everyone!
The groomsmen gathered to catch the garter and while they were lining up,
Steve leaned over to me and said in a voice low enough that nobody else could
hear, “The one who catches it is the one, got it?”
Oh my god, so THAT was how he was playing it. From the way the guys were
positioning themselves and looking at me I had to wonder if he hadn’t already
told them about his plan. No doubt most of them probably thought he was just
teasing them with a plan that bordered on being bad taste but then you never
know.
In any case, Steve released my garter like a rubber band over his shoulder
and the line surged forward as the guys practically fought to get it. At one
point I thought they tear it to pieces and then what would THAT have meant -
would I have had to fuck every guy that had even the smallest piece of my
garter?
As luck would have it some guy caught it that I didn't know. He was one of
Steve’s buddies from out in California that had flown in for the ceremony.
Steve had introduced me to all his guys at one point but it had just been a
quick meet and greet and I had never even had a one-to-one conversation with
him. Hmmmmmm, did he know about the arrangement Steve had made with me?
Well, judging by the look and wink he gave me after catching the garter he
must have.
With that it was time for the bride to dance with her father. As my dad took
me in his arms I once again thought about how it had felt to have his cum in
me during the ceremony. By now I’d cleaned up but the memories were still
fresh. Too bad there couldn't be a father-daughter fuck instead! Steve and
his mom danced next and as I watched them I wondered how many people knew
what willpower they were exhibiting to keep their hands off each other’s
private parts! Hmmm, what would have people thought about the most - a
father fucking his daughter or a mother being groped by her son? So much for
the scheduled events. The rest of the evening was spent socializing,
drinking and dancing. I stuck with Diet Coke and I gave Steve the evil eye
when I thought he was going past his limit on the beer. He had a lot to do
before the night was over and the last thing I wanted was him passing out
before he’d fulfilled his responsibilities.
That left just two things on my “to do” list. The first thing had to be the
consummation of our marriage. While I knew Steve had no objections to me
having sex with other men after we were married, the FIRST guy to fuck me
once I had the ring had to be hymn, no questions asked. As it was turning
out, this was not as easy as it sounded. It was like we were never left
alone more than a minute or two. I couldn’t even go to the bathroom without
an escort! Of course I really did need one to deal with the dress but you get
the point. The question in my mind was becoming how were we going to do
this?
Then it hit me. One of the things the wedding planner had arranged for was a
photo booth. People could go in and have four shots taken of them in various
poses, something like the photo booths you see in stores and other places.
It even produced the same four photos on a single piece of photo paper. It
was all done automatically. The only thing the guy running it had to do was
put the printed photos in a plastic casing and run it though a machine that
heated and sealed it. I had no idea it was going to be there until someone
mentioned it and showed me the photos they had taken. Instantly I knew it
was exactly what I was looking for - private yet almost public. We would
only have a few minutes but the point wasn’t to have a long love-making
exercise but just to get his dick in me enough to seal the marriage.
There was a long line but one nice thing about it being MY wedding was that I
got head-of-the-line privileges to everything. I grabbed Steve away from some
guys he was talking to and told him what I had in mind. He just shook his
head but he knew better than to argue with me. Hmmm, at least he was being a
good husband from the start!
On the way I grabbed Kristi and filled her in quickly. As Steve and I cut in
line to be the next inside, she worked her way to behind the guy working the
booth where she would be sure he didn't see the ones of me and Steve, at
least not the more private ones.
The couple ahead of us exited from behind the curtain and Steve and I ducked
inside. There was barely enough room to maneuver as the mechanical voice
welcomed us and instructed us on what was about to happen. Thankfully Steve
was already hard from anticipation. I turned sideways to the camera as Steve
lifted my dress up and over my back, quickly pulling down his pants as the
voice counted down. He barely had his dick our and with it close to my ass
when the flash went and photo number one was taken. The next one had his
dick in me as did the third and for the fourth I turned quickly and took him
in my mouth Justin time before the final flash went off.
Knowing people would want to see the results, I poked my head out an
apologized, saying the first ones messed up and we had to do another set.
These were more serious and soon our turn was over and we exited from behind
the curtain. My pussy was tingling from being teased for those few seconds
Steve had fucked me but the deed was done. NOW we were officially married.
Kristi had spirited away the first set of photos and a sleeve, allowing the
guy running the booth to return to process the second batch. From the look
he was giving us I had the idea that he had a pretty good feeling about what
had been going on inside the booth between Steve and I. Oh well, let him
fantasize. We were about to leave when Steve’s face suddenly had this look
of shock and he turned back to the guy running the booth. I couldn't hear
them talking but then the guy w doing something on the computer with Steve
watching carefully over his shoulder. The photo guy’s face lit up and I saw
Steve grab his arm a bit forcibly upon which the photo guy did something on
the keyboard which made Steve happier.
“what was that all about?” I asked him.
Steve just pointed to a sign and I about burst out laughing. It said that a
DVD of all the photos taken could be ordered and mailed to your home. Oh my
god, imagine if those four pics we had taken had stayed on the guy’s
computer!
With our marriage sealed it was time for the two of to work on the second
half of my list of things to get done at the reception. I’d already
discussed this with Beth the last time she was at my house and she had been
so turned on by the idea that we ended up in bed together - something that
didn't happen between us except on special occasions. Thus I had no worries
that she and Steve would find a time and place to get it done. For me it was
a different story. I didn't even know this guy so how was I suppose to get
him to fuck me? Heck, I wasn't even sure that he would do me.
“Could you at least introduce us again?” I asked Steve, nodding towards his
friend who was wearing the garter on his arm like an old-time barkeeper.
Steve grinned at me and agreed but before we reached him I grabbed his arm
and pulled his ear down to me again. “So does he know the arrangement?”
Steve grinned at me and nodded. Seeing the curiosity on my face, he pulled
me to the side and quickly explained. Apparently he had been to another
wedding where the same sort of deal had been arranged. Yes, it was this
guy’s wedding. So he was married to boot!
“So you fucked his wife the night of their wedding?” I asked.
“Yeah, it was pretty wild,” he smirked. “So that’s why I made sure he got the
garter. I owe the guy Kelly.”
With that he introduced me to Kory who shook my hand and leered at me like
some drunken pervert. From the looks of the bottles on the table around him,
no doubt I had him dead to rights on both counts.
By now the crowd was thinning so it was easier to sneak off for a few minutes
without everyone’s eyes on me. I looked to Steve for any help but he just
grinned and kissed me, whispering in my ear, “You’re on your own this time
Kelly.” Then he walked off, apparently to check up on the whereabouts of
Beth.
Had I been any other girl there it would have been pretty easy to slip out
unnoticed and do it about anywhere. Heck for all I knew people had been
doing it all night in the best of wedding reception tradition. However,
wearing a billowing white dress made it rather hard to go incognito! The
photo booth had been fine for what Steve and I wanted to accomplish but I
imaged Kory had more I mind than just a five second fuck.
“Come on, I’ve been checking the place out and I know the perfect spot,” he
said, motioning me to follow him. We made our way out and he turned down a
hallway and opened the second door on the right. It was some sort of office,
from the looks of it maybe the clubhouse manager. In any case it was dark
and deserted, perfect for what we needed.
Kory turned on a small desk lamp that barely broke the darkness and then
locked the door behind us. Turning to me, he had that look of a lion about
to pounce on its prey. Leaning towards me, he reached forward as if to kiss
me but I pulled away, leaving him a bit surprised.
“What the fuck?” he complained.
I’ll suck your dick and you can fuck me but no kissing, got it?” I said
forcefully, leaving no room for negotiation.
He had been drinking and I don’t like kissing drunks but that was secondary.
Being fucked was just sex but kissing him felt a lot more intimate and on the
evening of my marriage, the only man I wanted to be intimate with was my new
husband.
Kory shrugged his shoulders. I suppose in his mind he was getting the better
end of the deal in the first place so who was he to argue?
“Well, let’s get to it then, shall we?” he said, undoing his belt and then
pulling down his pants and underwear. I wasn't left with many options as
there was no way the dress was coming off so all I could do was lift it up
and out of the way as much as possible. I did so, sitting down on the desktop
with my legs handing over the end as I held the dress bunched up on my lap in
my arms in front of me.
“No panties... nice touch,” Kory said admiringly as he stroked his already
erect cock with his hand. “So tell me, was he really fingering you under
there when he took off the garter?”
I just grinned which told him all he needed to know. “Damn, I figured he was
just exaggerating,” he said ruefully. Looks like good old Steve married
himself quite a slut.”
He stood in front of me with his dick poking out and so I leaned over and
with my hands on the desktop to steady myself, I took his dick in my mouth
without any fanfare or playing around.
“Damn, you’re not just a slut, you’re a cock-hungry slut,” Kory laughed as I
started to suck on his dick. His laughs changed to groans and moans as I
worked on his dick. I only did it for a few minutes though, then I leaned
back and spread my legs.
“That was sort of quick, wasn’t it?” he whined.
“Are you gonna fuck me or just complain?” I said, suddenly feeling like I
just wanted to get this over with. I thought of Steve and Beth and how the
two of them were no doubt having quite a time at this same moment while I was
stuck with this moron. Still, a deal was a deal.
“Alright, alright, you don’t have to ask twice,” Kory chuckled as he moved in
between my legs and quickly inserted his pencil dick in me. Yeah, the guy
was built like a fourteen year-old - and that’s being cruel to the fourteen
year- olds of the world.
He was in me and cumming in me before I hardly even realize he was fucking
me. Wow, he must have been REALLY horny! He started to pull out of me as he
came but I wasn't about to have my wedding dress stained with some stranger’s
cum so I grabbed onto him and pulled him into me as he came.
It was over and done in what had to be less than ten minutes, maybe ever
closer to five. Still, even thought it wasn’t the best fuck I’d ever had, it
was a notch in my belt so to say and something to remember as we sat around
on future anniversaries.
“Stay here an count to 100 before you come out,” I instructed him as I made
ready to leave the room. I opened the door and thankfully nobody was
watching. Making my way alone back to the reception I ran across Kristi.
“There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you. Where have you been?”
she asked.
I held up one hand making a circle with my thumb and forefinger which using
my other hand to poke a finger through the whole - the universal sign for
fucking.
“But I thought Steve was with Beth?” Kristi started out and then her voice
trailed off as she realized what I meant. She grinned and looked around,
“OK, so who was it?”
By then Kory made it back - he must have either cheated or counted REALLY
fast. I nodded towards him and Kristi’s face scrunched up. “Ewwwww, him?”
she asked in an unbelieving tone.
I quickly explained about the garter game rules, leaving out the part about
the results being rigged. Kristi just shook her head, saying something about
how I should have done someone better than him.
In the end that was all the sex I had that night. The rest of the evening
was spent enjoying the company of friends and family. Everyone wanted to
know where we were going on our honeymoon and my response to everyone as the
same -= if they find out where then tell me. Indeed, Steve was keeping this
one REALLY close to his vest so to speak. The only hint I had finally wring
from him was when he checked to make sure I had my passport up to date. So I
knew we would be leaving the country but I didn't have the foggiest ideas as
to where.
Finally we announced our departure and left everyone to close the place down.
Steve had arranged for a suite at a downtown hotel which was actually an
expense he could have spared. We were both exhausted so much of the place
went unexplored. We didn't even get in the giant whirlpool bath tub. It was
like see how fast we could strip and get in bed where it was like we had sex
for the first time!
So now I’m married... oh yeah!
Chapter 5 - Filling in the Gaps
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As busy as things were and with all the people and events, it was impossible
for me to know everything that was going on during the wedding. During our
honeymoon and then in the days since I have pieced together much of what
happened. As I didn't witness any of this I can only go by what people told
me and even then, any details I might give would have to be made up since
nobody told me any - at least not in enough detail to fabricate a story. So
here are a few snippets to fill in the gaps of what went on during the
wedding and subsequent reception...
First, as it turned out I wasn't the only one at the wedding bare ass under
my dress with a pussy full of fresh cum. OK, so there may have been others
but the one I know of specifically belonged to my mother and whose cum was
more fitting to be in her than from her soon-to-be son-in-law. Yes, when my
mom left the room so my dad could be with me it turned out she went straight
to Steve where she offered to do what his mother should have - to let him
fuck her. I’d like to say t was done out of kindness but knowing my mom she
was happy to have any excuse to have Steve fuck her. How many years had I
listened to her tell me how she couldn't wait for me to get married so she
could have a new guy to fuck her? True, at those times we didn’t know she
would be divorced and then it wouldn’t matter if the guy wasn’t in the family
yet. Then to just keep up with me, I guess, she left her panties behind in
the men’s dressing room. Wow, I hadn’t realized that when she and my dad
stood up during part of the ceremony that both mother and daughter were
dripping fresh cum form someone other than their husbands.
As it turned out, not even my mother knew at the time that she wasn't the
first older women that Steve had fucked that day. My Aunt, his favorite
target in the months before the wedding besides me, was determined to be the
first one he fucked on my wedding day so she had stopped by his house and
offered her services. Fortunately Marlene was out with Sharon for breakfast
or I don’t know how my aunt would have explained her being there but
thankfully it all worked out for the best.
Speaking of Sharon, Jim made sure to pull me aside during the reception to
inform me that he and Sharon had done it just before the wedding as well.
Damn, it was like everyone in our families was getting laid within a half
hour of the ceremony! They had done it out in the parking lot which I would
have thought to be a bit more dangerous given all the traffic but it seemed
if anything that just motivated them all the more.
Afterwards I did manage to get Sharon alone for maybe two minutes, long
enough to confirm her brother’s boasting and for her to put in her own two
cents as to how hot it was to fuck her own brother with people walking past
the car - and I don’t mean the 90 degree heat. She mentioned something about
the four of us getting together some time but we didn't have time to finish
our conversation before people broke in on us. Unfortunately I never got to
follow up on that offer but I had a really good idea of what Steve’s take
would be and it wouldn't be pretty.
Then there was Kristi. What can I say about my ex-prostitute of a cousin?
According to her she had taken three loads of cum in her pussy and two in her
mouth. Two of those were from the groomsmen ranks while the rest were from
guys she hooked up with during the reception. I had no reason NOT to believe
her as if anything, I figured she was plenty motivated to outdo me on my own
wedding day if at all possible, at least when it came to the total count.
And so just like that it was over. Years of planning, hundreds of hours of
fantasizing, thousands of dollars in expenses and it was done and over with.
Now it was time for the mystery to be solved. Where was Steve taking me on
my honeymoon?
THE END
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