"Daddy, oh Daddy," she shouted to me as she launched herself into my waiting arms, and even among the swirling crowd and with her new husband just feet away, I felt a bolt of excitement climb up my shaft, and felt it fully harden as she pressed herself into me, kissing me as she laughed.
"Oh sweetie," I whispered in her ear, "I'm so happy your back." Holding her, I turned to Jimmy, who was being welcomed warmly by Naomi and Barb, and grabbing his shoulder, said, "Great to see you son. How was the trip?"
We talked excitedly as we collected their luggage and headed for the car, but we could see they were tired after the long flight and left them soon after we got them home, after Samantha promised to come over the next afternoon and give us a complete recap of the trip.
After dropping Barb at home, Naomi and I continued back to my place, a place Naomi now also treated as home, having spent the last three weeks next to me,... and over me,...and under me and... each night in my big bed.
"Oh God," she moaned, holding my cock firmly as she sat astride my thighs, ready to lower her moist, hot pit over him, "You're so big tonight Mr. R, so rigid, so hot... Sam's returns excited you, hasn't it?" she said giggling. "I think maybe Daddy'd prefer it was his hot little daughter Sam he was fucking tonight, wouldn't he?" she huskily whispered in my ear and then probed me with her wet tongue.
"Fuck me Daddy, fuck your little girl Daddy...uuuuuuuhhhhhhhn...pretend it's your little princess who's hot cunt is clenching your fat prick," she hissed, her deep groan of pleasure interrupting her words as she had lowered herself onto me fully.
"You hot little Irish slut," I laughed as I easily flipped her over on her back, "You're going to get so much of my big, fat, hard cock tonight you won't be able to walk for a week."
"Promises, promises," my red headed beauty teased, "I'm worried an old guy...uuunnnnnnhhh,... oh shit Daddy... like you just might have a heart attack sleeping with a sexy young thing like me," she finished, my last pounding thrust and her groaning response to it belying her words.
"Well, if I'm too old for you, there's always Babs, with her blond curls and her hungry mouth, or Samantha, still hungry for the King's bed," I responded acidly, as Naomi's body thrashed under me, rising to meet my every thrust, groaning helplessly as I ravaged her, twitching liquidly as I filled her again and again with thick strands of my hot seed.
"Jesus," Naomi finally panted, and nestling herself against my body while smiling lovingly in my eyes, added, "Maybe the old man has still got a little left in him..."
We had talked hours and hours together over the past three weeks, often with Barb present but also often alone. She had let me know almost immediately after our first coupling that she wanted to live with me, that she was prepared to accept anything I was willing to offer.
"I'll be your wife, your daughter, your mistress, your lover, your slave," she offered. "As long as I can spend time with you... anything...please Mr. R..," she had pled.
"Don't you worry my little Irish leprechaun," I had replied. "You're going to be my little daughter, my wife, and the mother of my children," I promised, but added, "I'll never give up Sam though, you know that, don't you? She'll always be welcome in my bed, are you sure you're ready to share me?"
"God yes, I think I need Sam and Babs more than you do Daddy. Do you think we can convince Sam and Jimmy to move in with us, their apartment is so small and we got so much room here Daddy?"
She had suggested exactly what I had thought of days before, and knew that with Naomi's help we were much more likely to convince the newlyweds to move in with us. Jimmy still had years of residency and specialist study to go before he started pulling in the big bucks as a Doctor and I knew the chance to live in a 4500 sq. ft. house with pool in the cities best area might just prove irresistible to the youngsters.
"And if Jimmy spends some nights working you wouldn't mind sharing our bed with Sam?' I asked slyly, "You wouldn't mind your husband fucking his sexy daughter while you watched?"
"I wouldn't always just watch," she had answered giggling as she slowly enveloped the thick head of my cock between her lips.
At one the next afternoon Samantha arrived, coming upon us as Babs was riding me by the pool, squealing in pleasure each time she slapped her bum down hard on my stomach, while demanding in a gasping voice, "Fuck me Mr. R, give me your hot sperm, oh fuck, make me a baby Mr. R, make your little Barbara pregnant, oh godddd yesssssssss..."
"EXCUSE ME, PLEASE EXCUSE ME!!! What are you two sluts doing with my poor sweet Daddy? I seem to remember a deal we made before I left, 'NO FUCKING DADDY' while I was on my honeymoon! Am I wrong? Babs? Naomi?"
The girls leapt joyfully into Sam's arms, my sticky cream still oozing down Babs legs as she hugged her friend.
"Like you kept your end of the deal Sam! Screwing your Poppa while your poor husband waited for you at the altar," laughed Naomi.
"It was the night before, you bithches. And anyway, it wasn't my fault; my big, bad Daddy seduced me, ravishing me with his fat cock, ruining me for my poor husband," she said, smiling happily.
"Right Sam, I think we know you a little better than that. Your poor handsome father told us all about it, how you slipped naked between his sheets while he slept, how you took his penis into your mouth, how..."
"Yeah sure," Sam replied, as the three girls fell into paroxysms of laughter, the utter joy they all felt being back together again shining clearly through. Finally, Sam stepped back and quickly stripped, and then sat down on me, and complained petulantly, "And how are you Daddy? It doesn't look like you missed me at all?"
Pulling her down onto my large chest, my arms engulfing her fiercely, I let my lips fasten hungrily to hers, my tongue eagerly probing against hers.
"I feel something that's still interested in me though," she admitted grinning, looking down at my pole pulsing against her stomach. "So how long did you two wait anyway before you took advantage of poor Daddy?" she asked, turning to look at Barb and Naomi.
As Naomi and I started to explain we were suddenly interrupted by a shouting Barbara, "Oh fuck wait, shit... oh wait, I almost forget to tell you about our slutty, lying friend Naomi, the girl who slept with all those boys in University. Do you remember the girl who told her two best friends about her wild romantic trysts, her nights spent with legs spread beneath a big cock, who was such an expert on making love?"
"So! What are you talking about Barb?" Sam demanded.
"Oh, I'm talking about our little friend, our friend who shrieked like a stuck pig when Daddy drove his long prick into her, the girl whose blood oozed around Daddy's cock, a girl who apparently had never had her hymen pierced in all her amorous adventures."
"But... What do you mean?... Naomi?...It's impossible! Right Naomi?"
Blushing, Naomi stumbled through an explanation, her two friends howling in glee as her embarrassment.
"But what about the night you screwed Billy in your backyard?" asked Sam, still perplexed, unwilling to believe Naomi had lied all those years. "Or when you gave Jamie a blow job in your Dad's car?"
"It wasn't quite like I told you," she admitted, "I may have exaggerated a little," she added sheepishly.
"Exaggerated!! There has to be some truth, some basis for exaggeration, you nut," giggled Barb. "Oh wait, listen to this Sam. Guess how Miss Slut spent her nights, the nights we thought she was spending in some handsome college boy's arms?"
"Barb," I interrupted, knowing what was coming and trying to save Naomi from more, "Maybe we should save this for later," but I couldn't stop the rush of words.
"Yes Sam," Barb continued, "Sweet Naomi was lying in her bed, peeling banana after banana, practicing how to swallow cock, pretending it was your Daddy's thick prick that was in her mouth. Her Mom couldn't figure out where all the bananas were going to."
"No way," my gaping daughter said but after seeing Naomi blush even a deeper shade of red, added laughing, "God, you're a fucking banana slut Naomi."
After minutes of laughter and comments we finally gave Naomi a break and after a swim in the refreshing water we started to ask Samantha about her honeymoon.
"God, it was so beautiful, and the hotel was sooooo unbelievable. Thanks Daddy, it was the nicest place in Honolulu, it was so luxurious. We traveled all over the Island, flew to the Big Island for a day, went on a cruise and snorkeled on an offshore reef, surfed on Waikiki,..."
"What about the bedroom Sammy?" Babs coyly asked, "What wild and crazy things did Jimmy get up to anyway? C'mon, spill."
"We made mad love, morning, noon and night," Sam answered smiling.
"And did Jimmy fill you up like your Daddy does Sammy?" Babs asked, her hand coiled around my growing shaft.
"We'll talk about that another day Miss Nosy," Sam replied, her tone disdainful. "Now let me give my big friend a kiss, I've missed him," she insisted, taking my pulsing shaft into her hand while she slowly ran her wet tongue across my chest and stomach, finally engulfing his head in her greedy mouth.
She and Babs left about four-thirty, both with traces of my rich cream on their lips, both promising to return the next day. I pulled Sam aside before she went and asked, "When can my beautiful Princess come and spend a night in her Daddy's bed. I'm so hungry for you sweetie."
"Jimmy's going to be on call tomorrow, Wednesday and Thursday, Daddy; he'll have to sleep in the hospital. I'll just tell him I'm staying with you, he'll be happy I won't be alone." Squeezing my penis gently, she added, "And Daddy, Princess Samantha has thought of couple of new things her big King might like to do with her..."
As she walked away, her hips swinging in invitation, I laughed to myself, certain the big King still had a few tricks to teach his little girl.
The next evening Naomi said she had to go home and would only be back the in the morning, having anticipated my desire to be alone with Sam for our first night together, and not wanting me to have to beg her to leave.
Sam and I ate that night by candlelight; she dressed only in a light, Hawaiian print silk Chinese cheongsam, which seemed to float across her curves, highlighting every sweet nuance of her beautiful body.
We talked happily and easily, elated to be again alone in each others presence, but as we ate my hunger grew, the rapidly mounting impatience to have my hardness clasped by her insatiable pussy growing irresistible. Finally not willing to wait any longer, I stood and then quickly lifted my little Princess from her seat, her full fork of food tumbling forgotten from her fingers as our lips met.
"But Daddy," Sam shrieked laughing, as I carried her up the stairs, "We haven't had dessert yet!"
For over two hours we coupled together wildly, with a savage desire and lust that perhaps only a loving father and daughter together can achieve, our life long love now performed in a passionate dance with the other. We hardly spoke a word as we rolled thrashing over the bed, in a silent war to completely possess and be possessed by the other.
Somehow I was so much bigger than ever before, so long and so wide that I thought Sam would never be able to stretch wide enough to take me in, but effortlessly she accepted me, taking me deep into her centre, somehow waking and then connecting with every nerve ending in my pulsating shaft.
Without withdrawing I came four times in her depths, with each of my vast outpourings of seed met by a deluge of her lubricating female juices. Finally we separated, our bodies sticky with our emissions and with idiotic, happy smiles splitting our faces, she lay softly in my arms.
"Ooohh Daddy, I missed you so much..."
"When I saw your car wind down the drive honey, away from the reception and away from me," I began, "I thought, God I was afraid,...I didn't think we'd ever have it again...Christ, I was crying, I thought I'd just lost the most important thing in the world, the only..."
"Shhhh Daddy, don't make me cry," Sam interrupted, a tear slowly sliding over her cheek. "I love him Daddy, but it's... It's not the same thing I feel for you... Gee, how I love you Daddy is just so much more than...And sex, he doesn't do what... no wait, I mean he's not as big Daddy...shit, I don't want to insult him...or make it seem bad...but, listen Daddy, he'll never fill me like you can," she stuttered. "It's not even close,... You're,... listen, I don't think any man will make me feel what you do Papa, when you thrust so deep,... you feel so different, so right... You fill me Daddy...I know I shouldn't want you Daddy, but I can't help myself... Its just you're my only Daddy..."
Hugging her tightly to my chest, I could feel her tears of happiness fall onto me, the soft warm drops a testament to her love. We simply held each other as minute after minute passed, neither of us ready to break this intimate spell that had fallen over us.
Later, after pulling our sticky, sweaty bodies apart, I led my little girl to the shower, cleaning and soaping her as she squirmed giggling in my arms. Washed, we returned to the bed, and after putting on new sheets, she lay atop me, her soft breasts lightly caressing my chest and with her lips just inches from mine she started to talk.
"So whats with you and Naomi anyway, Daddy? I'm not getting a new Mommy, am I?"
"She makes me smile Sam, she makes me happy. If my little daughter agrees I'm going to marry her," I said tentatively, not one hundred per cent sure of Sam's reaction.
"Oh wow, yes Daddy, yes, yes, yes," she yelled, and the true delight that was shining clearly in her eyes told me this was no false congratulation.
"But I've told her there's one condition," I added seriously.
"What Daddy, what's your condition? Gee, you should just be happy she'll take you, an old guy like you," she replied mischievously.
Turning her so I was on top, I let her feel my full weight, and said chuckling, "Ha, ha, ha. You're still not big enough yet to be sarcastic with your Daddy my little Sam, and my one condition is I'll marry Naomi only if you come home and live with us."
"But Daddy," the stunned girl started, "I can't...I mean how...you don't want me to leave Jimmy, do you?... I will you know Daddy, if you insist, I'll come home to you."
"No, no sweetie," I answered, and then slowly outlined the plan Naomi and I had conceived.
"It's perfect, he'll love it," she finally admitted, "But we'll have to be a little subtle about it, convince him slowly." We spent some minutes discussing the problem, finally settling on a plan of attack, a plan that was going to use all of Naomi's, Sam's and my wiles.
"And you and Jimmy?" I asked.
"In bed, you mean?" she asked and seeing my nod went on, "Jimmy's a little different Dad, he's got some issues. No, no, it's not that bad," she quickly added, seeing the concern on my face. "In fact I think I like it. He likes me to be in charge sometimes, you know, he lets me be the boss."
"That's a big mistake right there, letting you be the boss." I growled.
"Ha, ha, ha Daddy... He likes me to spank him sometimes," she finally whispered.
"What!"
"He had a weird upbringing Daddy," she protested quickly. "He's an only child Dad, and his father died when he was only two years old. He was brought by his Mommy and apparently she was pretty strange. She was a very big woman, even bigger than me, a nurse who supported them both and was a real disciplinarian."
"She spanked Jimmy, Dad, on his bare bottom whenever he was bad, even when he was a teenager, in high school even. He wasn't very big then, gosh he's only 5'8" now."
"What? Did she sexually abuse him?"
"No, I don't think so. But he said that when he was eighteen he hated the thought of his Mom putting him naked over her knee, spanking him, but he also said it excited him. He'd dream at night of his Mom, her naked thighs... It's sorta weird... Sometimes he'd be bad just so he could feel his penis against her legs."
"Jesus, do you spank him when he's naked?" I gasped.
"Yes, I put him over my naked thighs Daddy," she giggled, "I could show you Daddy, would you like me to spank your little bum?"
"Yeah, good luck! But his Mum died when he was in University, right?"
"She died when he was twenty, when he was in Medical School. Being a nurse, she had always wanted him to become a Doctor and had been so happy when he was accepted."
"Christ, he's had a tough life. His Dad and then his Mom dying and all that other stuff," I commiserated.
"I think she finally took his virginity."
"What? Did he tell you?"
"No, but just from the way he talked, I think she slept with him after high school, when he was eighteen, in first year at the University. She'd spank him and then force him to put it in her. You know Daddy; he had never gone out with a girl until after she died."
"Well, I guess we can't criticize him for sleeping with his Mom, can we? But now with you he's pretty settled down, right? What? Why are you looking like that?" I asked, seeing she had more to say.
"Sometimes he likes to dress up Daddy."
"Given the other stuff that doesn't sound too bad honey."
"In girls clothes Daddy," she mumbled, knowing she was in danger of seeing me explode.
Finally I asked, "Is that everything honey? No more little secrets in my son-in-laws closet."
"That's it Daddy," she said, a whimsical expression on her face.
Jesus, I thought to myself, what next, but only told Sam, "Baby, lets talk about this tomorrow, after I've sleep on it, OK."
"Thanks Daddy, you're so sweet," she answered, "But what's this sleep stuff, I'm not done with my handsome King yet, it's been three weeks you know." As she grasped my already rising prick, I laughed to myself ruefully, belatedly recognizing that living with these young girls wasn't going to be all a big picnic.
Naomi and I had lunch with her parents the next day, and afterwards I tackled her Dad while Naomi explained to her Mom our situation. Her Dad had always liked me, so although shocked he was a relatively easy sell, my big house, my business success and my football background all selling points. "I love her," he said, "But I'm glad I'm not in your shoes. God, she and those other two nuts will drive you crazy."
Her mother was the more difficult one but as soon as Naomi told her she might be pregnant Mom apparently immediately agreed, and had the date set (six weeks hence) and most of the plans made before we were able to escape an hour later.
The next day by the pool, as the four of us lounged in the hot sun, Sam told us all the details about Mr. Dressup, as I kiddingly referred to my new family member.
"Daddy!" hissed Sam, "Just Shut up!"
I had to gnash my teeth to prevent another explosion when Sam told Babs, "He's really quite cute, especially with his blond wig and wearing my little blue dress."
"Not the mini satin one?" exclaimed Babs.
"Yes, and when we went out one night dressed up he got more whistles than me."
"No!"
"But he doesn't like boys does he?" asked a perplexed Naomi.
"No, he loves me. He likes women; he even finally admitted that he'd like to sleep with both of you girls. I told him maybe if he was good..."
"Jesus," I grumbled, "The little prick marries my daughter, then tells her he wants her to spank him, that he lost his virginity to his Mother, that he likes dressing as a girl and that he wants to fuck his new wife's two best friends. Good choice honey, really good choice."
"But he's a Doctor Mr. R, and he's handsome and he's funny," protested Babs, "And you can't have everything, you know. So Sam," she continued, "Would you mind if I slept with him?"
We all couldn't help but laugh at our beautiful, dizzy blond, always willing to make fun of herself to ease any arguments between us.
"I told him I was going to tell you guys about his interests," Sam interrupted.
"What did he think about that? You didn't mention you were going to tell your Dad did you?" asked Naomi, continually amazed at Sam's daring.
"He wasn't happy at first, but then I told him, 'Listen Jimmy, if we're going to live together and have some sort of life, you and my friends and my Dad all better understand each other.' It took awhile but he loves me so much I finally convinced him."
"You didn't have to spank him to convince him, did you?" I growled.
"Daddy!" she warned, and when her friends also started to grin, she turned on them and giving them a withering glance, added, "And you two better be good to him! Or else!" She left us with those words, flouncing away with a wiggle, knowing we'd be talking about her and her hubby for quite a while.
We were all pretty busy the rest of the week and it was only Sunday afternoon when we all finally got back together; at a party Naomi and I were holding to celebrate our engagement. Sam and Jimmy, Barbara and Donnie, and lastly, Naomi's parents were our guests for a Bar-B-Q by the pool.
I could see as soon as Sam arrived that her husband was nervous but they were soon upstaged by Babs who announced she believed she was pregnant.
"I'm two weeks late," she announced happily, her proud, beaming husband at her side. With our engagement, Sam's honeymoon and now Barbs news, the afternoon passed in excited conversation and I could see Jimmy slowly loosen up. And after a couple of drinks he started to entertain us, and with his ability to tell a funny story he soon had us all almost rolling on the lawn.
After dinner I pulled him aside and leading him up stairs told him I'd like to have a private talk with him.
"Sure Mr. R," he agreed nervously, fearing the worst.
After leading him all the way to the third floor, I started my sales job, "You know Jimmy, we've got a lot of space in this house, especially since there are only two of us here. Just this floor alone has 1500 square feet and no one ever comes up here."
"You're right Mr. R," the clearly confused boy answered, obviously asking himself what the fuck was her father-in-law talking about, why wasn't I giving him shit.
"Its going to be some time before you finish your residency isn't it." As Jimmy nodded I continued, "Sam's going to be alone a lot in that small apartment, and I have to say it's certainly not the best area of the city."
At last I saw the light of understanding slowly go on behind Jimmy's eyes. "But sir, you don't mean you'd like us..."
"Listen Jimmy, I'm going to be working 50-60 hours a week and I'm sure you'll be working even crazier hours. I'd sure like to think the girls were together, not sitting alone..."
"But Mr. R, Samantha said she had talked to you... You know, about me... About well... My Mom, dressing in..."
"Jimmy, she loves you and plans to spend her life with you. Now I'll tell you this son, I'm not giving up my daughter because you like to wear dresses once in a while, fuck, half the men in Scotland wear dresses."
"But..."
"I don't want an answer tonight boy, just promise to think about it. It's not that bad a place to live, you know, c'mon I'll show you." I left it at that, but as I watched him look over the beautiful rooms, I knew that with a little prodding from Sam and some encouragement from Naomi, he and my beautiful daughter would soon be ensconced comfortably on the top floor.
A week later it was all agreed, Sam and Jimmy would move in while Naomi and I were on our honeymoon, and Sam immediately set to work with local contractors to prepare the space perfectly for them.
"I told him today Daddy," she announced to me one night two weeks later, a night she was spending in bed with Naomi and I, the first time the three of us had slept together. "I wasn't going to have him move in here not knowing," she insisted.
"I knew you'd have to eventually sweetie, so how did he take it?"
"His first words were 'That prick, that fucking prick, no wonder he wasn't too upset about Mommy', he really wasn't very happy Dad," Sam said smiling, "No, you definitely aren't his favorite person in the world."
"And then what happened?" a clearly excited Naomi asked.
"We argued for about twenty minutes. I got to admit I was getting a little pissed off at him – after all he fucked his Mother and he wears dresses and now he's giving me a hard time? Finally he asked me snottily, 'And what if I make you choose between us?' So I just told him to FUCK OFF and walked out."
"Oh no Sam, you didn't," gasped Naomi.
"The hell with him. I knew my Daddy and my new Mommy would welcome me," she cooed, as she climbed up her friend's naked body, planting little kisses as she went.
"Are you sure you did the right thing honey?" I finally asked, "Christ you've only been married a month."
"He'll come around Daddy. Besides I did stop at Bab's place on the way home, Donnie's away for a few days, you know."
Seeing our quizzical looks, she plowed on, saying, "Well I asked her if she'd mind going over and checking on Jimmy for me, maybe easing his pain a little."
"What?" I yelled, as Naomi sputtered incoherently beside me.
"Well... I thought it might be a good idea... She should be here any minute, I told her to come over after she was finished with him."
And sure enough a radiant Barb was soon naked in our bed, grinning wickedly as she recounted her nights work. "He was asleep when I arrived," she started, "So I just got naked and slipped between the sheets next to him and popped his soft little dick right into my mouth."
"He finally woke up just as his sperm was flooding between my lips... You know Mr. R, I really think I enjoy sucking a small prick better than I do your fat monster... But anyway Jimmy woke and said, 'Honey, is that you? I'm sorry sweetie,' but I turned on the lamp and told him, 'You're a very lucky man Jimmy. Sam sent me over to cut off your dick but I just couldn't help myself, I decided to try it out before I cut it off.'
"But... But Babs..." he said.
"No talking Jimmy, if you want to save your sorry ass you better just start fucking me," I growled at him, as I planted myself on top of him.
"Poor Jimmy," Sam said.
"Don't give me any 'Poor Jimmy' sis, that little fucker was like a rabbit, came four times in me in about fifteen minutes. He's actually not so bad for a little guy," she finished, a wicked glint in her eyes.
"So, did you solve my problem?" asked Sam.
"No," said Babs, "Now we have to finish him off. Naomi, you get your little rear over there, give him a spanking from his new Mother-in-Law and then fuck his brains out. He'll be helpless when you get through with him."
And to my surprise my three crazy lovers all agreed to this mad plan and Naomi left us at three-thirty in the morning, an excited lustful look in her eyes. And we were all still awake three hours later when Naomi crawled back in with us.
"So?" asked Sam.
"Piece of cake," said Naomi beaming. "Christ I think I scared the shit out of him when I woke him."
"What happened?' asked Babs breathlessly.
"Well I snuck into his bedroom and after stripping crawled up next to him and screamed into his ear, 'WAKE UP JIMMY, MOMMIES ANGRY'. God, he must have jumped a foot."
'Sam?... Babs?' he yelped at me.
"No Jimmy," I told him, It's your new Mommy-in-Law and I'm pissed off at you for hurting my little daughter," I told him.
'Jesus, is that you Naomi? Christ, you're naked!' he squealed.
"Where's your punishment paddle Jimmy," I asked him.
'What? What do you mean?'
'I'm going to have to spank you Jimmy.'
'C'mon Naomi, cut it out, you're not funny,' he said to me, but almost immediately I could see his little penis growing hard. He finally realized I was serious and shyly went and got a ping pong paddle from his cupboard. His cock was so stiff when he turned back to me that I had trouble staying serious - I just wanted to pop it in my pussy while kissing him.
"Did you spank him?" asked Sam impatiently.
"Yes, I gave him twenty hard hits," Naomi answered laughing, "And each time I hit him I yanked on his hard prick and told him that if he was ever mean to you again Mommy was going to return and really give it to him."
"You're bad honey," I told my soon to be bride, afraid she seemed to have enjoyed it too much.
"And then you left him?" demanded Babs.
"Of course not! I fucked him silly before I left. But before leaving I told him, 'And we don't want any more bullshit from you. You're either a member of this family or you can fuck off, it's up to you to decide. But Jimmy, if you don't call Samantha up by eight a.m. this morning and apologize to your beautiful bride, you can just forget ever seeing any of us again."
And none of us were surprised when the phone rang at seven-thirty and Jimmy asked Naomi politely if he could talk to his wife. We just heard Sam's side of the conversation but her comments of 'Yes Jimmy, I know you're sorry', 'Yes, if you promise, I'll come home', and 'Yes honey, I know you love me' were enough for us to realize Jimmy wasn't going to be leaving his new family anytime soon.
A month later Naomi and I were joined in wedlock, with Sam serving as my 'Best Man' while Barb was maid of honor. For two weeks we honeymooned on Rhodes, the bright yellow sun and the deep blue Adriatic a perfect backdrop for our hungry couplings.
We came home on a cool but sunny late September day, the first hint of autumn color already appearing in the leaves of the maple trees outside our door. We were all nervous that first night and I decided to wait before I took my daughter in front of her husband, giving him one night of reprieve before he was faced with the reality of being the number two male in our house.
They were both quiet when I entered their bedroom the next night, proudly naked, my long, hard, swinging appendage leading me. I couldn't help but hear Jimmy's intake of breath and his gasp of 'Jesus' as I approached his young bride.
"Oh Daddy," she groaned, and just from her voice I knew she was soaking wet, that my taking her like this, in front of Jimmy, was exciting her perhaps more than anything ever had before.
"Oh Sam, you're so lovely, so beautiful," I almost sang, my hands moving the straps of her thin silk negligee from her shoulders, exposing her already growing breasts to my hungry eyes. I knew immediately. "You're pregnant," I marveled, my hand lifting her full breast and gently squeezing.
"What?" I heard Jimmy squeak in the background.
"Yes Daddy, I'm about ten weeks," she said, her radiant, smiling face full of joy.
"Mine?" I whispered.
"Yes Daddy," she whispered back as she fit her body into mine, and now grinning added, "Of course it's yours."
I simply put my arms under her firm rear end and effortlessly lifted her aloft, holding her suspended for seconds, before lowering her gently onto my throbbing shaft, her soft purring 'oooooohhhhhhhh Daddddddddy' a total acceptance of my deep penetration, of her complete commitment to her Daddy's love.
We fucked standing, and again and again I almost lifted her completely off my prick before dropping her back, filling every inch of her churning tunnel with my hot pulsing meat. Moving to the wall, I braced her there, and now freed of supporting her, started to pump wildly into my screaming girl.
"Yes Daddy,... Oh yes Daddy,... God yes,...Ohhhhhh... Yesssssss... Uuuuhhhhhhhnnnnn... Harder Daddy...Yesssssss...Ohhhhhh Please Daddy,...FUCK ME DADDDY...," she yelled, each heavy stroke of my piston bringing another demand from my thrashing baby.
As I filled my darling's trembling pussy with my seed I saw Jimmy watching us, awestruck, never imagining his wife could act like this. But we were still lust filled, our hunger still not totally satisfied, so I quickly turned from him and threw my Sam on the bed and rushed to fill her as her splayed, dripping thighs lay open waiting for me.
Soon she was grunting out her orgasm, a continuing wave of sound and liquid and thrashing movement that seemed to be trying to unseat me, but was really a clenching needy demand for my sperm.
Finally a third time I entered her, slipping into her dripping cunt as she knelt doggie style in front of me. As I thrust I heard her call out, "Jimmy, come here, please," and looking up saw Jimmy, his little penis straining in his hand, warily approach Sam's reaching hand.
Grasping him finally, she pulled him to her, slipping his glistening shaft between her lips. Facing me, watching me pump ruthlessly into his wife, I could see his orgasm approach and as he cried out in release I flooded Sam in one final bath of cum, her mumbled sobs of pleasure a final tribute to my manhood.
As we lay panting, my big body between Jimmy and Samantha, her mouth and sweet slit still leaking our juices, I looked at Jimmy seriously and asked, "Do you understand now Jimmy?"
"What Mr. R?" he asked, uncertain of anything.
"Call me Daddy, Jimmy."
"Yes sir, I mean Daddy," he replied nervously.
"Sam is mine Jimmy, do you see? She's your wife but she belongs to me. Do you understand what I'm saying son?"
"I think so sir... Er Daddy."
"My cock was made for her Jimmy. Her precious sweet cunt was made to accept her Daddy, no one will ever fill, move her, like I do. She loves you Jimmy but she worships me. You can have her, even Babs and Naomi, but I'm the Daddy, the father of our family. Do you understand?"
"I obey you Daddy?" he asked tentatively.
"No Jimmy, you love us, you become part of our group, completely integrated with us, a man yes, but a man who acknowledges my primacy, my right to your wife, to anything you own."
Perhaps it was his upbringing, the way his Mother raised him, who knows, but as I saw the happy smile appear on his face, I saw deep within him a total acceptance of me as the primary male in our group, the alpha male, even a happiness that he wouldn't have to play that role, a role he knew he could never fill...
The weeks and months passed, all of us happy with our lifestyle. The four of us slept together most nights, often joined by Barb, who would often arrive in the middle of the night demanding I satisfy her, fill her aching need before we slept...
As I sit writing this diary a year has passed since that night when I first took Samantha, just hours before she was wed, and a year since both Naomi and Babs felt me for the first time, deep in their hungry sheathes. Naomi and Babs are facing me across the room, smiling and content, each of them holding a hungry daughter to their chests.
I can hear my babies sucking eagerly at their Mothers teats, the gurgles of nourishing milk being drunk, but I'm not watching them, instead I'm turned to my right, with my arm draped around Sam's shoulders as my daughter/granddaughter slurps noisily on her Mom's distended nipples.
"Don't drink too much sweetie," I hear Sam instruct her daughter, her smiling eyes catching mine, "I think Daddy's hungry today too..."
THE END
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