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Jenny & Josh Ch. 01

By: ITPro



This story is a continuation of my Jenny series. I would suggest that readers start with the original series, as it provides the background for this story. Please note that this series deals with some controversial subject matter, including incest, lesbianism, and pregnant sex. If you aren't into that, please consider yourself forewarned.



Three years had passed since Jenny and I were married, three wonderful and eventful years. Jenny's baby was born that fall, a beautiful girl that we named Vicki, after her Jenny's mother. Vicki is a joy to be around, quick to laugh and the spitting image of her mother. I officially adopted her, and Jenny's wish is that Vicki will only know me as her father. We both see Vicki as our love child, and cherish every moment with her.

Not long after Vicki was born, Jenny was with child again. Her sex drive, always quite high, goes into overdrive during pregnancy. Since I adore pregnant women, and making love to them, I was in heaven. While our sex life had been grand during the first pregnancy, it was off the charts the second time. After the usual period, Jenny gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, Christopher. Jenny says he looks like me, but I think he has his mother's eyes. Like his sister, he is loved and cherished in our family. 

Like clockwork, Jenny began to try to get pregnant again, a task in which I was a most happy participant. Jenny had found her calling in life, making babies and being a mother, and found in me a willing partner. As our story begins again, Jenny is now carrying our third child.

Of course, our small farm house was overflowing, so I had added an addition. The new wing provided a large family room with two more bedrooms downstairs, and a new master bedroom suite and two smaller bedrooms upstairs. Jenny would not move into the new master suite, though, saying that there were just too many good memories in our original bedroom to leave it behind. I heartily agreed, and the new master suite became Sarah's and Amanda's. After graduating from college, they had moved in with us. Together, they had opened a store in town, selling an eclectic mix of books, music, and antiques, both through the store and on their website. Although a few tongues wagged, our small town accepted them and made them feel welcome. Both of them loved our children as their own, so our kids were growing up with a loving extended family. In other words, life is good. However, I have learned that just when things get comfortable, life has a habit of throwing you a curve.

I came home from work on Friday, looking forward to the Labor Day weekend. Three days off, time to catch up around the house and maybe get in some fishing. Jenny, now quite round with Number 3, met me at the door with one of her full body kisses, then took me by the hand and led me upstairs to our bedroom. Once the door was closed, she began to strip, eying me hungrily. No small talk, no "How was your day, dear?", not even any foreplay. She was focused on one thing, getting fucked, and fucked hard, and Jenny was not one to let anything stand in her way. Sarah and Amanda had the kids, so we were free to satisfy her overpowering urges. Such was life with Jenny, especially when she was pregnant!

She finished stripping before me, and watched with animal lust while I shed the last of my clothes. We then spent a few moments in a loving embrace, kissing, fondling, and enjoying the contact of our naked bodies against each other. Of course, this had the effect that Jenny desired, bringing my cock to full mast, ready for the battle to ensue. She then urged me to the bed, flat on my back. Jenny much prefers to ride on top, and quickly impaled herself on my shaft. Her eyes glazed over as she rode me, reaching her first orgasm in less than a minute. Even by Jenny standards, she was on fire, and I knew that I was in for the ride of my life.

Her first orgasm was just a warm up, as she continued to grind away, increasing her rhythmic motions as she propels herself towards another crest. Even after three years, I am still in awe of her sexual energy and enthusiasm. As her second orgasm takes her, I can feel the muscles in her vagina contracting and rippling along my shaft. She is not done, though, not yet. As her climax subsides, she leans over to feed me one luscious breast, heavy with her mother's milk. I take her nipple in my mouth hungrily, sucking hard and teasing it with my tongue and teeth, and am rewarded with an almost steady flow of her precious fluid. She is now moaning loudly, and her pace quickens on my cock. While I suckle on one breast, I reach up to caress the other. That breast is not as engorged as the one that I have in my mouth, telling me that she as already fed Christopher his dinner. Jenny produces more milk than one child can consume, so I get the overflow, relieving her far better than a breast pump, and we both enjoy the experience.

As I drain her engorged breast, swallowing the magic elixir, I can feel her building to her final release. Her pace not only quickens, but her inner muscles begin to milk my cock, demanding my climax to match hers. As her milk flow begins to wane, we hit our crest, and I explode into her depths, launching spurt after spurt of my seed into her welcoming womb. This is the trigger that her body has been waiting for, as she screams in ecstasy as her final orgasm sweeps her away. I hold on, still nursing on her breast, as she bucks on top of me. After some moments, she begins to calm, and I release her breast and seek out her lips. We share a lover's kiss while our heart rates and breathing slowly return to normal.

Finally, she says "Oh, my God, I needed that! Today was a most interesting day, and I have been waiting for hours for you to get home and fuck me silly. Of course, I know that I can always count on you, lover. Welcome home." 

Welcome home, indeed!

We grab a quick shower, together, of course, and then head down to join the rest of the family. Sarah and Amanda are in the kitchen, and I greet both with hugs. They are laughing, having overheard our passionate reunion (how could they have not?). They have already fed the kids, and everyone now pitches in to prepare our evening meal. Dinner is a boisterous affair, with everyone talking and sharing the news and events of the day. I listen in, but my mind has drifted back to this very night 3 years ago, when I was an empty shell of a man, lost in despair, until the fateful phone call from Jenny. Jenny and I will celebrate our wedding anniversary next week, but it was the Friday evening before the long holiday weekend when Jenny fell into my life, saving both of our lives. Jenny is watching me, and squeezes my hand under the table. We both have tears in our eyes as we reminisce about those events.

Dinner ends with us all making short work of the clean up. Afterwards, Jenny goes off to bathe the kids and get them ready for bed, while Sarah, Amanda, and I go out to enjoy the evening on the front porch. I grab a bottle of Montepulchiano and 3 glasses, and settle down in one of my comfortable chairs to watch the sunset. Sarah and Amanda sit in their usual place, a wicker love seat that we had added to our set when they moved in. They cuddle up together, sipping their wine, and watching the day slip away into night. This had been my habit when I was alone, and all three of the ladies in my life have picked it up from me. Soon, Jenny will join us, but for now I enjoy the company of the two young women, both of whom I love as daughters.

After a quiet period, as we unwind from the hustle and bustle of our day, Sarah breaks the silence.

"Dad, is it my imagination, or is your's and Jenny's sex life now even better than it was in the past?" Sarah was always one to speak her mind, and had always trusted me enough to broach any subject.

"Well, it has always been very good, but I must admit that we have been fairly active lately. Of course, when Jenny is pregnant, her hormones go into overdrive, and she becomes even more receptive than usual. At times, like this evening when I got home, her lust consumes her until she can get some relief. Not every woman reacts that way when pregnant, but it's not unusual." I reply.

Now Amanda's interest is peaked. "I have always found that fascinating. Some men are turned off by a pregnant woman's figure, while others, like you I presume, react just the opposite. With our society so fixated on thin being the epitome of beauty, I can understand why some are turned off, but I have never figured out why others find pregnant women so attractive."

I had been asked this very question by Jenny when we first got together, so it did not surprise me now coming from Amanda. I noticed that Sarah was also following the conversation intently. Many times, talking to the two was like this, with both of their minds working in conjunction, almost like they were reading each other's thoughts.

"Jenny asked me that same question three years ago, and I answered it something like this. Men are programmed to be attracted to the female shape, and during pregnancy the female form becomes exaggerated. The breasts get bigger, the hips wider, in effect making women appear even more feminine. Some women today have shapes that are little different from men, but when a woman is pregnant, there is no question of her gender. Add to this the hormonal changes, where some women become more receptive to sex, and you have a very attractive mix." I explain. "I suppose that there is also the wonder and fascination of watching a new life grow inside their bodies. That is something that only women can do, and, while we men do not envy you the ordeal, we still admire the process. I have always found Jenny to be an attractive and desirable woman, but she is never more beautiful or sexy than when she is pregnant."

Both girls smiled, and hugged each other. "Jenny is a very lucky woman to have found a man like you, Dad." Amanda said. Since her own family had abandoned her when she came out, she had adopted me as her surrogate Dad. I considered her a daughter, as she was basically, if not legally, married to Sarah, and I now loved her as my own.

"Well, I don't know about that, but I consider myself blessed to have a woman like Jenny in my life." I reply.

At that point, Jenny came out the door. On hearing her name, she exclaimed "Talking about me behind my back, are we?" as she settled gently into my lap. I wrapped my arms around her rotund form, and gave her a quick kiss.

"Dad was just explaining about why he can't keep his hands off of you, and why you are so randy most of the time." laughed Sarah.

"Well, that's easy. I am so randy because you Dad is such a great lover that I just can't get enough." Jenny replied with a laugh. For awhile, our conversation died down, as the sun was setting, presenting us with nature's grand artistry. We sipped our wine, and Jenny her juice, as each of us gave a silent toast to the end of another day. As the colors faded into night, we moved back inside.

Sarah and Amanda settled on the love seat, while I sat back against one end of the couch, allowing Jenny to stretch out in front of me and lean back against my chest. Once she was settled, I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her close while stroking her swollen belly. Jenny raised her shirt, allowing me to caress her bare skin. I have always been a fan of the pregnant female form, and caressing her bare belly brought me to full erection quickly. Feeling this, Jenny looked back at me with a sparkle in her eye, and we shared a loving kiss. Looking over at the girls, I see that Amanda has curled up on the love seat with her head in my daughter's lap. Both are watching us, with expressions that are hard to read. They appear contented, but there is something else in their eyes as well. Envy, perhaps?

Since the girls had moved in with us, we had all become quite close, but especially so for Jenny and the girls. Jenny had never tried to hide her bi nature, and in fact had been my daughter's first lover. Now that we were living under the same roof, Jenny would sometimes join the girls in a threesome, with my total blessing. Jenny had invited me to watch if I wished, but I was a bit conflicted about watching my daughter have sex, so I had respectfully declined. Besides, I figured that sometimes they needed girl time without me always being around. I had observed that with Jenny pregnant, Sarah and Amanda were fascinated by the changes her body was going through. At times, they seemed to have as much trouble keeping their hands off of Jenny as I did. This would be natural, I suppose, since all three were in their mid twenties now, their prime child bearing years. Would Sarah and Amanda want children of their own? And, if so, how would they go about conception? Perhaps it was time to broach the subject.

"Sarah, have you and Amanda ever thought about having kids? You would both make excellent parents." I asked, breaking our relaxed silence.

Sarah's reaction was not what I expected. Her expression showed surprise, as if my question had caught her off guard. For that matter, Amanda also seemed surprised, and both girls flashed questioning looks at Jenny, who remained silent. Quickly regaining her composure, Sarah thought for a moment, then answered.

"Why, yes, as a matter of fact we have been discussing that very subject lately. I guess that it is obvious that both of us are quite fascinated with Jenny's pregnancy, and more than a bit envious. We both love children, and look forward to having our own." Sarah said, stroking Amanda's hair in her lap. 

"I completely agree. Perhaps it is our biological clock ticking, or maybe the breeding habits of our house mates, but having children has been very much on our minds." chimed in Amanda, rising to a sitting position beside Sarah. They are now holding hands, and watching me stroke Jenny's belly as if mesmerized. Jenny suddenly gasped, and I felt it too. The baby was moving! I motioned for the girls to join us, and Jenny now has six hands feeling her belly. We show the girls where to feel, and they squeal in delight at feeling the movement. Both of their eyes are gleaming at the miracle playing out under their touch.

"I want you to know that, should either or both of you decide to have children, you can count on our complete support." I say, looking down at Jenny, who nods her approval. Jenny now is breathing hard, and her eyes are developing that feral look that I know so well. The stimulation of having six hands caressing her bare flesh, along with my erection hard against her back, is arousing her lust, never far below the surface when she is pregnant. My nose catches a whiff of her musk, another sure sign of her arousal. Perhaps the girls had also noticed, as their breathing has become ragged, and the look on their faces now seems more like desire than fascination. I have a powerful urge to raise Jenny's shirt further, gaining access to her wonderful, full breasts, but, once again, the presence of my daughter tempers my desire.

Mind you, it is not that I am not attracted to my daughter, or her beautiful mate. Any father who tells you that there is no attraction between father and daughter is lying. Rather, in my case, it is that I have a wonderful relationship with both my daughter and Amanda, and I would never do anything to risk that. Besides, at twice their age, I would never assume that the attraction is mutual. I also feel blessed in my relationship with Jenny, and feel that satisfying her is more than a full time job.

I decide that it is time to refocus our conversation, before we all get swept away in our carnal urges.

"I don't want to be nosy, but if you do decide to get pregnant, how do you plan to accomplish the act?" I ask. Both girls snap out of their reverie, exchanging looks. Even Jenny seemed to stiffen at the question. I have the distinct feeling that I have stumbled onto something, some plot on their part, with my question. Jenny sits up, pulling her shirt down over her belly, and the girls return to their place on the love seat. Nervous glances are exchanged between all three girls now. Yes, something is definitely up. I watch them, awaiting their response.

Sarah is the first to speak, clearing her throat nervously.

"Well, of course, the conception would have to take place in the usual manner." she said. "Neither of us are the least bit interested in using artificial means."

OK, I think I have this figured out. Of course they would be hesitant about having sex with a guy, being lesbians. I can understand that.

"Well, I can see how this could cause you some concern, having to have sex with a guy to get what you want. Is that something that you would be willing to endure?" I ask.

"Dad, it is not what you think. Both Amanda and I have had sex with guys before. We each prefer girls, but neither of us can say that we don't have any attraction to men. That isn't the problem." Sarah replies.

OK, maybe I don't have this figured out after all. I decide to allow them to explain rather than make more of a fool out of myself.

Amanda now takes up the task. "Our problem is in choosing a willing participant. It's not like we would just ask someone on the street to impregnate us. We both want or children to be born of love, not just convenience. Perhaps you see our dilemma. Who do we ask to help us with our very personal project? Or, for that matter, how do we go about asking someone?" I can see the apprehension in their eyes. It is obvious that they have been puzzling this out for some time.

"It was Jenny who offered the perfect solution, and so far the only solution, to our problem." added Sarah, now looking down into her lap. I look at Jenny, waiting for her to explain, but she remains silent. Finally, Amanda breaks the awkward silence.

"Whoever is to father our children must be a good man and a good father, as we would definitely want him to be a part of our children's lives. He must also be someone whom we both love, as he would be a part of our lives as well. We have discussed this for months now, and there is really only one person who meets all of our requirements." Amanda says, now looking me in the eyes. Sarah has also squared her shoulders, and is looking straight at me.

"Dad, we want you to father our children. There really is no other choice." says Sarah. All three girls are now looking at me, expectantly. I can only imagine how I look: Wide eyed, mouth open, utter astonishment on my face. I know us guys are dense, but I had not seen this coming when I asked my innocent question a few moments ago. I am totally blindsided. I have absolutely no answer. My brain is in total lockup, refusing to respond. Thankfully, Jenny comes to my rescue, reaching up and pushing my mouth shut, with a look of amusement on her face.

"Girls, I think your dad is going to need some time to think this over. It's getting late. How about we sleep on this, and continue our discussion in the morning?" Jenny says. I am in a daze. Jenny takes me by the hand and leads me up the stairs to our bedroom, while Sarah and Amanda head toward their suite.

Jenny and I undress in silence. She keeps glancing at me, trying to judge the direction that my mental ruminations are headed. We shut off the lights and crawl into bed, out of habit cuddling up together. Normally, Jenny would be ravishing me by now, working out her lustful cravings on my stiff member, but tonight she is content to simply snuggle. I hold her for a long time, stroking her belly while my mind tries to wrap itself around tonights revelation. The conversation keeps playing out over and over in my head, but always ends up with the same results. My daughter and her life partner want to have children, and they have decided that I am the only one to serve the crucial role of impregnating them! Like most father's, I love my daughter very much, and would do anything for her. Like most father's, I had always felt attracted to her, but buried those thoughts in the farthest recesses of my mind. Incest was not something that I had ever contemplated. Sarah was my daughter, after all, and as her father it was my responsibility to protect her, support her, and nurture her, not to have sex with her!


Jenny & Josh Ch. 01



Jenny has remained silent, allowing me a chance to think this out. One part of the conversation is clear in my mind, though, and I need to hear what she has to say.

"Sarah said that it was you who suggested the solution to their problem." I say, in level tones.

Jenny stiffened momentarily, then relaxed into my embrace as I continued to stroke her belly.

"I wondered if you caught that. Your question took us by surprise, as we had hoped to have more time to figure out how to recruit you to their cause. The girls were especially nervous about how you would react. They love you dearly, and would never do anything to damage their relationship with you. I hope that you realize just how hard this is for them." she replied. Her voice is quiet, but carries her concern clearly.

"Sarah and Amanda love each other unconditionally, but they are still women, with the same instincts and urges as any other. They adore our children, and it is natural that they would want children of their own. We women are just wired that way, or at least most of us are. They were content to just be Aunties, until I got pregnant again. With us living in such close proximity, they were fascinated with my pregnancy, and envious. They were feeling unfulfilled, and it was putting a strain on their relationship. For the last few weeks, we have been discussing their desire for children of their own, but they could not come up with a solution of how to manage getting pregnant. Remember when they told you that they both have experience with guys? What they did not tell you was that, for both of them, that experience was not good. Guys can be such jerks sometimes, and their early experiences with sex were horrible. Obviously, they both were attracted to other girls, just as I am, but if their sexual encounters with boys had been better, they would probably both be married now, with kids of their own."

Her words rang true, and are helping me to make sense of recent events. She has not yet answered my question, but I can tell that she is not yet done. I give her a reassuring squeeze, and wait for her to go on.

"What it boiled down to is that they both want to have kids, but both insist that the father must be someone that they love, and who they could accept as a part of their family. They recognize the importance of kids having a father as well, so whoever they choose must be willing to be involved in the rearing of any kids produced. They were adamant about this, but could see no way, in their current relationship, to make this work. Do you see? The only solution appeared to be for them to split up and seek mates on their own, and that was unthinkable, or stay together and remain childless, equally unthinkable. Their hearts were breaking, and I was desperate to help them in any way that I could. I was thinking that if there was some way for me to give them a child, I would gladly do it out of my love for them. Then, it hit me, like a flash. Who was it that had given me my children, and was a fantastic father? The same man who is both loved by, and in love with, his daughters? The answer to all of their problems was clear, and already living in the same house."

Jenny raises up, looking me directly in the eyes. "For the sake of your daughter, and the woman that she loves, you must do this. There is no one else, no other way." Even in the dark, I can see the fire and determination in her eyes.

I can find no flaw in her argument. Like Jenny, I can see no other viable solution to my daughter's dilemma. Having them break up to seek husbands is unthinkable, as their love for each other is beautiful to behold. Forcing them to forsake children and motherhood to remain together is equally distasteful. The only solution is for me to father their children. The question is, can I?

"All right, I accept you argument and understand how you came to this conclusion, but have you thought this through? For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction." I say, holding her gaze. "How will this affect our relationship? What we have is very special, and I don't want to do anything to endanger that. The other question is, how will it change my, and our, relationship with the girls? I think that we both can agree that our relationship with Amanda and Sarah is also quite special, as is my relationship with Sarah, my youngest and most cherished child. For that matter, what about Nathan and Wendy? This thing you ask of me is no simple task."

Jenny absorbs my questions, and sits back a bit to think. I can see her inner turmoil reflected on her face. After a while, she lays back down, snuggling up against me, and says "I don't have any easy answers. I do believe that our relationship is strong enough to not only survive this, but come out even stronger. As for the girls, we will just have to ask them, in the morning. They are both adults, and I love them enough to allow them to make this decision on their own." We hold each other in silence for awhile, each thinking our own thoughts. Finally, Jenny seems to come to some conclusion, as she sits back up, looking at me once again.

"We will get no farther with this tonight, so let's let it go until morning. Perhaps after a night's sleep, the morning light will bring clarity." Jenny said. She then swings her leg over my body, straddling my hips. This brings her pussy into direct contact with my flaccid organ. I can feel the warmth and dampness against my flesh, causing my member to stir. Jenny seeks out my lips, and we kiss, at first gently, tentatively, but soon with passion and desire. Her tongue enters my mouth, seeking out my own. My hands, which have been idle, slide up her body to cup her heavy breasts, now once again full of milk. She groans as I caress her breasts, finding and stimulating her nipples. My cock has now risen to full mast, and she is grinding her wet pussy along its length.

With a moan, she raises up and, grabbing my erection and directing it to her waiting tunnel, settles down on my shaft, enveloping me in her hot wetness. As she begins to undulate on top of me, her milk lets down and begins to shower me with a fine spray. I raise up and take her left nipple into my mouth, sucking hungrily, while I milk her other breast with my hand. I am soon soaked, as her milk coats my face, hair, and chest. I give up trying to suck it up, and pull her down to lay on my chest. We kiss passionately, our bodies now slick with her milk, as we climb towards release. With her scream, and my moans, we climax together, riding our orgasms for some moments before quieting down. As our bodies return to normal, I pull the covers over us. Rolling on our sides, we kiss, and then drift off to sleep, still coated in the various juices from our encounter.



Saturday morning dawns, bright and clear. Jenny and I arise early, still sticky from the night before. Nothing that a nice shared shower won't cure! I had enlarged the shower a couple of years ago, adding multiple shower heads and even a bench. I can think of nothing I would rather do than spend a few minutes in the shower with a voluptuous, pregnant Jenny, soaping her beautiful body from head to toe. After we dry off and get dressed, we strip the bed and make it up again with clean, fresh sheets. Making love to Jenny when she is lactating is a messy affair, so we keep clean linen at the ready.

Downstairs, Sarah and Amanda are already up, feeding Vicki her breakfast. Christopher is not yet up, so Jenny heads off to check on him. Sarah meets me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She looks at me with concern on her face, an expression that I see mirrored in Amanda's eyes as well. I give each a hug and kiss, and make myself a plate of the delicious looking scramble that Sarah has made. She has combined onions, mushrooms, green chilies, fresh tomatoes, sharp cheddar, and chorizo into her scrambled eggs, served with whole wheat toast and fresh coffee.

The girls know me well enough to not expect intelligent conversation until I have at least one cup of coffee down my gullet. I eat in silence, while Amanda tends to Vicki and Sarah makes a new batch of eggs. She knows that soon Jenny will be joining us, and feeding Chris always leaves her ravenous. Sure enough, Jenny soon comes into the kitchen with Chris attached to one breast. She sits at the table just as Sarah places a heaping plate in front of her. With Chris slurping away, Jenny digs in with her free hand. I notice that both Amanda and Sarah are watching, with a mixture of awe and envy on their faces.

Before joining us at the table, Sarah pours me a second cup of coffee. We make small talk for awhile, avoiding the subject that is surely on everyone's mind. I sip my coffee, and watch Jenny devour her plate of food. When her plate is clean, she reaches for the bowl of fruit on the table, selecting a banana, which she peels with her one hand and her teeth. When she finishes that one, she peels another, then starts in on an apple. By now, Christopher has finished one breast and is working on the second, while Amanda has Vicki cleaned up and out of her high chair. I help the girls clean up the kitchen, while Jenny takes the kids to the play room. Once the chores are done, I settle down on the couch, only to find myself bracketed by the two girls, with Sarah on my left and Amanda on my right. They both hug me, and I can see tears in their eyes.

"We're sorry, Dad, for springing that on you last night. Your question caught us off guard, bringing up the subject before we had figured out how to approach you about what we had in mind." Sarah said.

"It's OK, girls, Jenny explained to me how and why you came to that decision. I have always told you that you can talk to me about anything, but I must admit that I never expected that particular subject to come up." I reply. "I love both of you with all of my heart, and will do anything, well, almost anything, to make you happy. What you ask of me is difficult, but we can at least discuss the subject, although you must respect my wish that Jenny be involved in any discussion."

"Of course, we would also want Jenny involved, as this is a big decision for her as well." chimes in Amanda, now wiping tears from her eyes. By the look exchanged between the two girls, I surmise that I am taking this better than they expected. Each girl now latches onto an arm, hugging me tight and laying their heads on my shoulders. Despite the uncomfortable subject, how could I not be in heaven, with two beautiful girls squeezing me between them like this?

"Wow, you girls certainly work fast!" Jenny says, walking into the room. All three of us blush, and the girls release me from their embrace. Deciding that this was not the time or place to continue our discussion, I ask the ladies what their plans are for the day. Of course, I already know the answer, as Labor Day weekend is famous for its sales. All three giggle, and tell me of their plan to drive to the city for some serious shopping. It is about an hours drive, so they plan to make a day out of it, and will not return until evening. I am invited, but respectfully decline, as I have other plans for the day. With a flurry of activity, they get themselves together, and head off to do their very best to stimulate the economy. My own plans for the day are simple, and involve a folding chair, a cooler full of beer, a shady spot on the bank, and a fishing pole. It takes me only a few minutes to load my truck, and I set off for my favorite fishing hole.

The company that I work for had bought some land in the area as an investment, and one property has a small lake that is well stocked with warm water fish. My favorite spot is toward the upstream side, where a small cove forms where a creek flows in. The bank is lined with mature trees, creating a shady, cool place for both the fish and myself. I set up my chair, bait my hook with a fat worm, cast into the calm water, and sit back to enjoy some solitude. It is not important whether the fish are biting or not. If they are, we will have fresh fish for dinner. If not, I will still have a quiet day to ponder the girls situation. Fishing like this allows the mind to roam free, and can bring clarity to even the most difficult problems. Setting my rod in a stand, I open a beer and relax, allowing the stress of life to flow out of me, clearing my mind.



I arrive home just before dark to find the girls already there. I put my gear away, and set about cleaning the stringer of crappie and perch that are my reward for the day. I make quick work, skinning the fish and putting them into a pan of salt water to soak. With the fish in the frig, I head to the shower, one of the few times that I shower alone. As I come back downstairs, Amanda has a plate ready for me, left over meatloaf, green beans, a rice dish, and a garden salad. I settle on the couch to eat, while they gleefully begin showing me their haul for the day. I nod between bites, and dutifully compliment them on their taste and shopping prowess. While shopping is not my thing, I let their enthusiasm and happiness wash over me like a wave. For the ten thousandth time, I give thanks for my fortune in having these beautiful creatures sharing my life.

With the kids in bed, the shopping haul put away, and the kitchen clean, we gather in the living room to relax and enjoy our Saturday night. While some feel that Saturday nights are for clubbing and excitement, we prefer to spend ours at home, relaxing in our close family bond. Now, I surmise, is the time to continue our discussion.

"Amanda and Sarah, I have considered your proposal, and the desire for children that you both share, and think that there is some merit to what you have in mind. I do wonder, though, how much you have thought about the ramifications of your request." I begin. "There are at least three distinct relationships here that will be irrevocably changed if we proceed with this. Jenny's and my relationship, Sarah's and Amanda's, and our extended relationship with each other. Right now, we have a beautiful and loving extended family, and I am hesitant to meddle with such a wonderful thing."

Sarah and Amanda are in their usual spot, cuddling together on the love seat, while Jenny is stretched out on her back on the couch, with her head in my lap. After the long day on her feet, her back is sore, and she is enjoying a chance to relax. I look down, and we lock eyes for a moment, reading each other's thoughts.

"Speaking for myself, I believe our love for each other is strong enough to withstand almost anything." Jenny says. "I already enjoy an active sexual relationship with Amanda and Sarah, with your blessing, and have found that it only deepens my love for both them, and you. Because of that love, I am willing to share you with them, and them with you. I would feel only joy in furthering their happiness, not jealousy." Jenny reaches up to stroke my face. I kiss her hand, and say another silent prayer of thanks for bringing her into my life.

Amanda and Sarah are holding hands, watching us with hopeful expressions. They exchange glances, and Sarah goes first.

"Amanda and I have discussed this, at great length. We do know that it will change our relationship, and our lives, in ways that we probably can't even imagine. All we know is, our lives will never be complete without children of our own. We cannot give each other what we so desperately desire, nor do we wish to bring in an outsider to tamper with, and perhaps destroy, the love and happiness that we share. Since we both already love you, and Jenny, and share our lives together, we feel that having you father our children will strengthen our bound, not weaken it." Sarah speaks these words with the conviction of one who has thoroughly considered what she is saying. She does, however, trail off before getting to the nucleus of the problem. As is their way, Amanda continues for her, picking up where Sarah left off.

"We also understand how this presents you with an, well, uncomfortable situation, Dad. Sarah is your daughter, and the two of you have always been close. We know this will be difficult, and believe me when I say that Sarah and I have talked at length about this. She also is concerned about how it will change forever the special father/daughter relationship that you share. Once again, we trust in our love for each other to anchor our relationships, keeping us grounded and together. Your's and Sarah's relationship will change, but your love for each other will only deepen, strengthening the ties that bind you." Amanda, as always, brings her quiet intelligence and wisdom beyond her years to this situation. From the moment that Sarah had introduced her to our family, I understood why Sarah loved her. Now, she was as much a part of our family as Sarah, and we all loved her unconditionally. Keeping her in our family played a big part in the decision that I had made.

For a moment, we each look to our respective mates, judging their reaction to what has been said. Jenny's eyes shine with love and happiness, and she nods her approval. I squeeze her hand, and mouth "I love you" to the woman of my life. Amanda and Sarah are also reading each other's faces, with Sarah stroking Amanda's cheek. They kiss and share a quick hug, then turn to me to await my decision. I draw a deep breath, letting it out slowly, as I prepare to forever alter the course of our lives.

"OK, I'm in." I say, simply and to the point. Sarah and Amanda jump up, squealing their delight, and hug each other, with tears in their eyes. I let their celebration run its course before proceeding.

"Now, then, we must decide on how to proceed. I am only one man, and an aging one at that. I have a hard enough time keeping up with the sexual needs of one woman, and am quite frankly intimidated at the thought of taking on two more lovers. I also want to avoid even the possibility of any jealousy developing between us, so I think we need to set some ground rules. I open the floor for suggestions." I look around the room, and am gratified to see each of the girls shift into thoughtful expressions, as they ponder what I have said. I can also see in their faces that they have not thought this far, so surmise that we will need some time to work out the details. I am relieved, as I am not yet ready to jump into this, even though I have committed myself. 

"Perhaps it is time for us to retire, where we can each discuss this with our mates before deciding how to continue." I say. Each of the girls nod, also glad for the opportunity for private discussion before proceeding. Amanda and Sarah head for their suite, while I help Jenny to her feet. I hold Jenny's hand as we climb the stairs, both for physical support for her and emotional support for me. We enter our room in silence, undress and climb into bed. I lie on my back, while Jenny rolls onto her side and cuddles up against me, with her head on my shoulder and her leg across mine. We lie in silence for awhile, lost in our own thoughts. After awhile, Jenny begins to absentmindedly stroke my cock, gradually bringing me to erection.

Of course, this is making it difficult to concentrate, so I give in and roll Jenny onto her side, facing away from me. Sitting up, I lift her top leg up and straddle her other leg, putting me into position to enter her with as little stress to her as possible. I find her wet and ready, and enter her with ease. Jenny sighs, arching her back and angling her pelvis to give me the best angle. I start out stroking slowly, reveling in not only the physical sensations of our intimate contact, but also the joy of making love to my wife and lover.

Soon, Jenny's breathing quickens, her skin flushes, and her nipples harden, all signs that I have learned to read over the last 3 years. I quicken my pace, using deep, penetrating thrusts, and begin to feel her inner muscles contracting around my cock, drawing me in. Jenny moans as she reaches orgasm, and I continue stroking while she crests. As I feel her body begin to relax, I slow my thrusts, allowing her to come down gradually. At last, I stop and lay down at her side. Jenny rolls over and we resume our positions from before we started, with me on my back and Jenny with her head on my shoulder. Taking my cock in her hand, she begins to stroke me again, but now with urgency. As her pace picks up, we begin to kiss, passionately. With a groan, I erupt, spilling my seed over her hand and my belly. Jenny expertly strokes my shaft, milking my orgasm and drawing spurt after spurt of semen, draining me dry. As my contractions cease, she moves down to take me in her mouth, sucking me clean, even licking up the cum from my belly and her hands. Finally satisfied, she moves back up to cuddle once again, still absentmindedly toying with my now flaccid member.




Jenny & Josh Ch. 01



After what seems like only moments, I open my eyes to find morning has arrived, and Jenny is still sleeping contentedly at my side. Not yet ready to start the day, I roll over and spoon up against Jenny's backside, holding her in my arms. We lie like this for some time, while I allow my mind to wander over recent events. These last three years have been the happiest of my life, and I am certain that all three of the women in my life feel the same. How do we manage this without totally screwing everything up? The only thing that I am certain of is that doing nothing will cause even more harm.

At long last, I kiss Jenny on her shoulder, and get up to face a new day. At least now I have some idea of how to proceed.  



Jenny & Josh Ch. 02



I am the first one up, so I head to the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. Once it is brewing, I rummage around, looking for something to start for breakfast. Deciding that waffles would be the ticket, I mix up a large batch, and start the iron to heating. I add canned blueberries to the mix, and pour the batter into the now hot iron. While it cooks, I set the table, pouring glasses of orange juice all around, and add a bowl of fresh fruit to round things out. By then, the first waffles are ready, which I quickly remove before pouring another batch. By now, the odor of the fresh waffles is filling the house, so I know that it will not be long before the girls are up. Pouring myself a cup of the fresh coffee, I await their entrance.

Amanda is the first, coming into the kitchen and giving me a sleepy grin as she takes the cup of coffee that I have just poured for her. She takes a tentative sip, then gives me a quick kiss before sitting down at the table. I place a stack of waffles on her plate, and watch as she applies butter and syrup. Amanda is a stunning beauty, with long, dark hair and matching dark eyes. Her heritage is Italian, giving her a dark complexion. She is shorter than my daughter, only about 5'4", with a slim build, which she maintains through regular workouts. She looks and moves like a dancer, with both grace and agility. Her breasts are very firm, requiring no support whatsoever. I can see just a hint of her nipples and areola through her nightgown, and admire the soft curve of her bosom through the thin fabric. Her breasts are not large, perhaps a B cup, but fit her proportions perfectly. I realize that I am staring, and quickly turn back to the waffle iron to prepare the next batch. If Amanda noticed my attention, she shows no sign.

Sarah soon joins us, rubbing her eyes sleepily. She, too, accepts a cup of steaming coffee, also giving me a quick kiss, followed by a not quite as brief one for her mate, who she joins at the table. I have a stack of waffles ready for her, which she starts on immediately. Sarah is my youngest child, now in her mid twenties, and has always been very special to me. She is taller than Amanda by about two inches, and has a lighter complexion. Her hair is light brown, not quite blond, a nice match for her hazel eyes. While not as voluptuous as Jenny, Sarah is still very well put together, with wider hips and larger breasts than her mate. Sarah also works out regularly, both at the gym and in a Karate class that she attends with Amanda. Both girls have had issues with guys who can't accept their lifestyle, and are quite capable of defending themselves if the need arises. Sarah is also quite beautiful, although in a girl next door sort of way, a nice contrast to Amanda's more classic beauty.

So far, no one has spoken a word, as we wait for the coffee to clear the fog from our sleepy minds. The girls eat in silence, occupied with their own thoughts, while I continue cooking the waffles, adding more to their plates as they empty them. Jenny is the last to join us, as she brings in Vicki and little Chris, attached to her breast for his morning feast. Jenny follows the routine, giving me a quick kiss before sitting down at the table. She passes on the coffee, reaching for the juice instead.

I pick up Vicki, getting a wet kiss on the cheek for my efforts, and put her in her high chair. She gets a bit of waffle to munch on, while the girls begin to cut up a banana for her. Everyone, including Vicki, continues to eat in silence, but sleepy faces are beginning to light up, and smiles are being flashed around the table. I finish the last of the waffles, putting a plate full on the table in front of everyone, and sit down to join my family in our morning meal. With no words yet spoken, our family bond is still felt by everyone, and we eat in contented silence.

After the waffles are all gone, and most of the fruit, I sit back and enjoy my second cup of coffee. Amanda and Sarah start on the cleanup, while Jenny wipes Vicki's face and heads her off to play. Chris is now asleep once again, and Jenny places him in the play pen in the living room for his nap. He has only nursed on one breast, leaving Jenny with one still engorged. As she comes back into the kitchen, she bares that breast, and surveys the room.

"I still have one breast full, and could use some help here. Who wants milk with their breakfast?" she says, her eyes sparkling.

I watch with interest as both of the girls exchange looks, flashing grins at each other. I get more than my fair share of Jenny's milk, so I remain silent, waiting to see how the girls will react to the offer. Both look at me, which I answer with a slight nod. Seeing my acceptance, Sarah and Amanda follow Jenny to the couch. Jenny sits in the middle, and Sarah and Amanda lay down on either side of her, placing their heads in her lap. Jenny sheds her top, and, bending over, feeds a nipple to each girls mouth. I watch in awe as the two girls begin to feed on Jenny's more than ample breasts, sucking noisily while caressing her with their hands. My cock literally springs to life, tenting my robe, at the erotic vision playing out before my eyes. Jenny looks at me with eyes glazed with lust, as she enjoys the attention and stimulation that the girls are providing. I notice that Sarah has a trickle of milk running down her cheek, so surmise that she has the full breast. Amanda is doing more licking, swirling her tongue around the fat nipple, and both girls have a hand between their thighs.

Soon, Jenny switches breasts, giving Amanda a shot at her milk. I watch as both girls, now openly masturbating, shudder through orgasms while sucking and chewing on Jenny's nipples. Jenny herself is not far away, and soon moans as she reaches her own climax, without even needing to touch herself. I fight off the urge to take out my cock and stroke it while watching the incredible scene. While the girls have invited me to watch, and even participate, in their Sapphic activities, I have always declined, so this is my first taste of their play. Needless to say, this is a scene that will have a special place in my memories!

With Jenny's pressure relieved, and their urges satisfied, Sarah and Amanda sit up, each giving Jenny a lingering and sensuous kiss. All three look at me, and giggle at the look on my face, not to mention the tent in my robe. Jenny eyes are positively glowing as she comes to kneel in front of my chair. Parting my robe, she takes my throbbing organ into her mouth, swallowing my engorged head. Both Amanda and Sarah watch in fascination as Jenny begins to suck me off, moving her mouth up and down my shaft while stroking its length with her hands in a swirling motion.

I am too far gone to protest or even care that my daughter and her mate are watching, now standing beside us for a better view. I can't hold back, and I erupt into Jenny's mouth, shooting pulse after pulse down her throat. Jenny continues sucking, not allowing a drop to get past her lips, until my orgasm subsides. I feel drained, as if she has sucked the life out of me, and make no effort to cover myself as she pulls back, leaving me exposed to the girls. Jenny stands up, and immediately pulls Sarah into a kiss, sharing my flavor with my daughter, followed by Amanda. Jenny then looks at me with satisfaction, while Sarah and Amanda have looks on their faces that I have never seen before as they lock eyes with me. Hunger? Oh, my God, what have I gotten myself into? Now I know how a lamb must feel when surrounded by wolves.

The girls go back to cleaning the kitchen, while I pull myself together and go upstairs to get cleaned up and dressed. The girls are heading into town to spend the day at the park with the kids, while I busy myself with chores around the house. I mow the lawn while the morning is still cool, then tackle a project that I have been putting off for some time: taking down a pine tree that has died in the back yard. I use a chainsaw to cut it down, and cut it up into firewood lengths, stacking the pieces over by the woodshed to be split later. I then dig around the stump, using the chainsaw to cut the major roots as they are exposed.

Once the stump is mostly clear, I back my truck up to it. Wrapping a chain around the stump, I loop it over a spare tire that I have standing close, and attach it to the hitch on the back of my truck. Putting the truck into four wheel low, I ease forward to take up the slack. As the chain goes taught, the tire redirects the horizontal motion of the truck's pull into an upward force, and snaps the stump out of the ground as I hit the gas. I move the tire out of the way, and use the truck to pull the stump out of the yard and over to a bare patch of ground out near the barn. I will burn it later, when the weather is cooler in the fall and the fire danger is less.

Now, all that is left is to fill in the hole. I had purchased a new tree at the nursery in anticipation of this, and move it into place with a wheelbarrow. Cleaning up the hole with a shovel, I add some topsoil into the bottom before thoroughly wetting it down with a garden hose. Using a knife, I cut slits in the fabric covering the root ball. Satisfied with my preparations, I ease the new tree, a Black Pine, into the hole. Straightening it out, I pack dirt around the root ball and fill in the hole. To finish off, I apply landscape fabric around the new tree, covering it with bark, and water it again thoroughly. Not a bad days work! Putting my tools away, I head into the house to shower before the girls get home.

As I am getting dressed, Jenny calls to tell me that they are bringing home pizza for dinner. I get out plates, forks and glasses, which I take out to the table on the porch. I also bring out a cooler, which I have filled with beer and soft drinks. I turn on the ceiling fan on the porch, which will keep the mosquitoes away, and kick back to enjoy a beer while waiting on the family to return. My muscles have that pleasant ache that comes from honest labor, and I enjoy a quiet moment until I hear the minivan coming up the drive. Going out to meet them, I get kisses all around, and help them carry everything back up to the house.

The pizza's are the bake at home type, so I heat the oven and get them started while the girls tend to the kids and get them ready for bed. After spending the day at the park, both kids are exhausted, and are soon sound asleep. With pizza hot from the oven, we settle down on the porch to watch the end of another day. As the sun sets, giving us a show far better than anything on the tube, we enjoy our meal, sharing tales of the day's events. If there is any better way to end a day than this, I have yet to discover it.

With dinner finished, we settle back to enjoy a beautiful evening. Sipping my beer, I quietly listen to the girls talk about this and that, enjoying their happy banter, while awaiting the more serious subject to follow. I don't have to wait long.

"Dad, you asked us last night to consider some ground rules before we proceed with our, uh, project. Amanda and I have talked it over, and have some suggestions." Sarah announces. "We both understand how uncomfortable this will be for you, so we feel that we should start out with one on one engagements rather than group activities. How do you feel?" Delicately put for such a sensitive subject.

"Thank you, Sarah. I have to agree. While I am intellectually on board, emotionally I am still in turmoil over actually bedding the two of you. Don't get me wrong, you are both beautiful and desirable women, but it is no easy task to go from loving and devoted father to making love to you, with the hope of impregnating you both. I am so nervous that I may not even be able to get it up, much less accomplish the act." I reply.

"Oh, somehow, I don't think that will be a problem." chimes in Jenny, with a grin on her face. "I have never known a man as randy as you, always ready at the slightest encouragement. When the time comes, you will rise to the occasion." All three girls giggle, but I remain skeptical.

"Well, we'll see. Speaking of the time, I have a few questions. Are either of you on the pill?" I ask.

"No. It didn't seem necessary in our current relationship. The odds of either of us getting the other pregnant were rather slim." replies Amanda with a smile.

"OK, so that is one problem we don't have to worry about. What about your periods? Have you been tracking your fertility cycles?" I ask.

Now it is Sarah's turn. "Yes, we have been monitoring our cycles for the last few months. We have it down pretty close. I will be at my most fertile this week, and Amanda a few days later. We are checking our temperatures each morning, and have purchased ovulation kits for a more precise measurement. I will hit day 10 of my cycle tomorrow, and should reach peak fertility soon after. Amanda will reach her peak next weekend. Obviously, I get to go first." Sarah says with a bit of satisfaction. Is she looking forward to this? I wish I could feel the same.

"All right, you seem to have this well planned. We will begin with Sarah tomorrow night, and continue as the week progresses. Where do you want to carry out the deed?" I still can't bring myself to speak of this directly. We are talking about me fucking my daughter, like it is some clinical procedure. Sarah seems to be fine with this, even looking forward to it, but I am still not sure that I am going to be able to do this when the time comes. Lord, give me strength.

"We discussed this with Jenny today at the park. Our conclusion was to make it easier for you by meeting in your room. Jenny will spend the night in our bedroom, with whichever of us is not engaged that evening. Don't worry, we will keep her occupied while you perform your, uh, duties. Is that acceptable to you?" Amanda replies, answering questions that I had not yet broached.

I look to Jenny, and she smiles back, nodding her head in response to the question in my eyes. I feel like a condemned man, discussing my last meal and wishes. With resignation, I nod my head, and say "All right, then, tomorrow night it is." Now, I am committed, and can see no way out. The words to an old Meatloaf song drift through my head. "I would do anything for love...". I do love Sarah and Amanda. Will that be enough?

Jenny squeezes my hand, and I look up to see her smiling encouragingly at me. I give her a weak smile in return, and squeeze her hand back. For a moment, we lock eyes, studying each others thoughts. Jenny rises, and, taking my hand, announces that she is tired, and ready for bed. I rise and follow her, holding her close as we ascend the stairs to our bedroom. We undress, and meet under the sheets for our nightly cuddle. I am not in the mood for sex, and, thankfully, neither is Jenny. We are both content to hold each other, finding comfort in our embrace. We fall asleep in each others arms, as we have so many times over the last three years, each lost in our own thoughts about what tomorrow will bring. Whatever happens, tomorrow will change all of our lives forever. As I fall asleep, I pray that we are doing the right thing.

I awake with a start, having dreamed that Sarah and Amanda are both pregnant, and the doctor is asking about the father. I hear a knock on my door, and open it to find Susan, a dear friend who is also a police deputy, waiting for me with handcuffs at the ready. I sit up in bed, only to find that it is morning, and late morning at that. Jenny is gone, and a look at the clock shows that I have slept late. I quickly get cleaned up and dressed, and head downstairs to meet my destiny.

I find the house empty, and a note from the girls on the kitchen table. It seems that they have gone into the city again, to hit the Labor Day sales and see a movie. I am told to enjoy the day, and that they will be back in time for dinner. I eat breakfast alone, in a silent house, an experience unusual over the last three years, but all too common before that. I miss the closeness of our family meals, the hustle and bustle of everyone getting ready for the day. I also enjoy the solitude, as I steel myself for what must follow this evening. After cleaning up after my breakfast, I gather my gear and head for my favorite fishing hole. I need the time to think, to clear my head, and spending the day fishing seems like the perfect way to prepare myself. If I am ever sentenced to execution, when the guard asks me about my final wish, I will tell him that I wish to spend my final hours fishing. Such is my mood on this holiday Monday.

The hours pass slowly, marked by the slow march of the Sun across the sky. As the shadows begin to lengthen, I pack up and head for home. I caught a few fish, but released them to live another day. As I pull back into my drive, I see that the girls are already home. Putting away my fishing gear, I head into the house. I hear laughter and conversation in the kitchen, but instead go upstairs to get cleaned up. After a shower, I feel better. Dressed in comfortable sweats, I head downstairs to join the family.

I find the girls, and the kids, in the kitchen. Jenny is sitting at the table, nursing Chris, while Amanda feeds Vicki the last of her meal. I am greeted warmly, and smile back in return, but feel a hint of panic deep inside. Sarah points me to my seat at the table, and places a plate of food in front of me. I eat mechanically, hardly noticing what I am ingesting, while listening to their banter. Everything seems normal, just like any other evening. I do notice Jenny studying me closely, and Sarah seems intent on waiting on me hand and foot. If I take a drink and set my glass down, Sarah refills it for me without asking. I look up and meet Jenny's eyes, and see a smile of encouragement. I smile back, relaxing in the love that I feel not only from her, but from Sarah and Amanda as well. It is that love, after all, that has brought us to this moment, and it is our love that will get us through this. With that thought in mind, I enjoy the rest of my meal and begin to take part in the conversation.

After the meal, I follow Jenny as she goes to put the kids to bed, leaving Sarah and Amanda to clean up the kitchen. Once the kids are asleep, I take Jenny into my arms, and our lips meet in a kiss. When our lips separate, I look into her eyes, and say "I love you, Jenny Daniels, with all of my heart and soul."

She studies my eyes for a brief moment, and then replies "And I love you, Josh Daniels, with every fiber of my being." We kiss once again, lingering in our embrace. I breathe in her scent, reveling in the feeling of her pregnant form molded against my body. After some moments, Jenny pulls back and, taking my hand, leads me to the bedroom. Opening a drawer, she pulls out a small package and hands it to me. I open the box, and find a sample pack of Viagra inside. Jenny takes the package from me, and pops out one of the pills, handing it to me with a glass of water.

"I know that you have never needed this with me, but thought that it might help you tonight." she says, watching me swallow the pill. "I know how nervous you must be about this, but I want you to know that I love you, and that you have my full support. My only regret is that I can't be here to watch." Jenny smiles wickedly at her last statement, and gives me one of her patented full body kisses. "Be sure and take notes, as I will want to hear every detail in the morning." I know that she is trying to set my mind at ease, but also know that she is serious. I briefly wonder if she has hidden cameras in the room, and an image of her and Amanda watching us on closed circuit flashes through my mind. I smile at the thought, which causes a flash of relief to appear on Jenny's face. She kisses me once again, and turns to leave.

Unsure of how to prepare, I remember our wedding night, and light a few candles to bathe the room in a soft, flickering light, and put on some soft music. Surveying the room with satisfaction, I remove my sweats and put on a robe. My hands are shaking, and my pulse racing. I then fold down the covers, and sit down on the foot of the bed to wait. I try to relax, concentrating on my breathing, while I wait for my daughter to come to my bed.




Jenny & Josh Ch. 02



After a few minutes, which seem like hours, I hear a soft knock on the door.

"Come in, Sarah." I respond.

Sarah opens the door and enters the room, closing the door behind her. She, too, is dressed in a robe. As she turns to face me, I read apprehension on her face. She faces me, but does not look me in the eyes, as she begins to untie the belt around her robe.

"Wait, please, Sarah. Let's not be in a hurry." I say, as much to spare myself as her. I don't know what she has on under the robe, but I am not yet ready for that step. I see relief flash across her face. Perhaps her earlier eagerness was more bravado than reality. I pat the bed next to me, and she comes and sits by my side on the foot of the bed. I put my arms around her, and we exchange a hug, perhaps our last as traditional father and daughter.

"I love you, Sarah, with all my heart. Is this really what you want?" I ask.

Sarah meets my gaze for the first time since entering the room, and we study each other for a moment before she replies.

"Yes, my mind is made up. I really want to do this. I want a child, and I want you to be the father." she replies. I can see no uncertainty in her eyes. "Still, now that the time has come, I am so nervous that I don't know how to start. I have been with guys before, but my experience is very limited, so I feel like a virgin on her wedding night."

"I know how you feel. I am so nervous that my heart is racing, and my hands shaking." I say, also not sure how to begin. "How about we just talk for awhile, and give our nerves a chance to settle? Come, let's lay up on the bed where we can be comfortable." I move up to lie on the bed, and Sarah joins me, lying on the other side so that we are facing each other.

"Tell me about your early experiences with boys. I guess I always thought you were only into girls, even at a young age." I say. Knowing about her prior experiences might help me figure out how to proceed, and should give her a chance to relax as she fills me in.

"Well, I have always been attracted to girls, but not exclusively. My first sex experience was with Jenny, but we used to talk about boys, and what we wanted to do with them, while we fooled around in my room. Jenny lost her virginity first, and told me all about it, making it sound like a wonderful thing. My first attempt was with William. Do you remember him?" I nod. William was a friend of hers who lived down the street from us who I remember as a nice kid. "Well, William and I began to fool around from time to time. Nothing serious, just kissing and fondling. He had a problem with, well, restraint, though. He would go off as soon as I touched him, much to his embarrassment. We could never get past that, so we never actually had sex, not even oral." Sarah is blushing as she tells me this, but does seem to be relaxing.

"After William, I dated a few other boys, but none caught my interest, other than Kenny. Kenny was handsome and witty, and I was beginning to fall for him. We fooled around some, and I even gave him a blow job a few times." Sarah pauses at this point, looking at me and blushing a deep crimson.

"He finally convinced me to go all the way, and we met at his house one day after school when his parents were away. I was so excited! I was finally going to lose my virginity! I planned everything, down to what panties and bra I wanted to wear. I thought it would be so romantic, with candle light, soft music, and tender kisses, followed by earth shaking orgasms." Sarah laughs at this, and looks around the room, smiling at the candles and music.

"Instead, he throws me on the bed and plows into me, with no foreplay or finesse. I am not ready, and it hurt like hell. After only a few moments, he shoots his load into me, even though I asked him not to, as we are not using any protection. By the next day, everyone at school had heard of his great conquest. I am so hurt, and disillusioned, and angry, that I never see him again, and never even try to date any other guys. A few months later, I met Amanda, and the rest is history." Sarah finishes quietly. 

I can see the hurt and anger that she still feels reflected on her face. Tenderly, I reach up and stroked her cheek, feeling her pain as my own. "Guys can be such jerks sometimes," I say, looking into her eyes, "but you should realize that we are not all like that, even as kids."

Sarah smiles, and reaches up to squeeze my hand. "I know. I just had lousy luck in the ones that I chose for my first attempts. If I had kept trying, I would have eventually found someone good, but after I met Amanda, I had no interest or reason to keep trying. Amanda was everything that I was looking for. She was intelligent, loving, sincere, and accepted me as I am. We fell in love almost immediately, much like you and Jenny." Sarah's face lit up as she talked about Amanda, but a cloud passed over at the end, as she mentioned Jenny and I. I could sense some trouble, just beneath the surface.

After a long pause, while I watch her struggle with some inner turmoil, she finally continues.

"When I came home that day three years ago, and found you here with Jenny, I was so jealous. Listening to you two make love, watching how you both felt about each other, I felt cheated." The anger and jealousy in Sarah's voice takes me by surprise. Sarah had always seemed so happy for Jenny and I. Was she jealous that I got Jenny rather than her? 

"Jenny had what I had always wanted, not just someone to love and cherish her, but..." Sarah pauses, and looks down. Her anguish is apparent, even though she is avoiding my gaze.

I caress her cheek, and gently raise her chin to bring her eyes back to mine. "Go on, Sarah. You can tell me."

Looking me directly in the eyes, she draws a deep breath, and says "She had you! When I fantasized about losing my virginity, about how special it would be, it was always you that I dreamed about! Jenny had what I had always wanted! She had you!" Sarah's voice is trembling, and tears are in her eyes. "She had always had a crush on you, and never tried to hide it. She even used to tell me that she would do you in a minute if you would let her. I always laughed, but could never tell her that I felt exactly the same. Girls weren't supposed to have the hots for their dad, after all, so all I could do was tease her about how she felt. She was my best friend, but that was a secret that I could not even tell her. Then, I come home, and find her in your bed, and in your heart. I was happy for you both, but so jealous I couldn't think straight! It took me some time to get over it, and I thought it was behind me, until now." Sarah laughs, but without mirth. "And, it was Jenny who suggested that you be the one to father my child!" Despite her laugh, tears are now rolling down her cheeks.

I pull Sarah to me, holding her as she releases her torment, sobbing into my chest. I hold her, stroking her hair, until she quiets down again. "I never knew." I say quietly. "I guess I always knew about Jenny, as she was always teasing me, flirting with me, but I never had an inkling about how you felt."

Sarah pulls back, and looks into my eyes again. "How could you have? For that matter, even if you had known, you couldn't have done anything anyway. I am your daughter, after all. Fathers aren't allowed to take their daughter's virginity." We both laugh, finally breaking the tension.

"Yet, here we are." I reply. For the first time, I feel the beginnings of desire for Sarah.

"Yes, here we are." she agrees, and moving in closer, kisses me on the lips, tentatively. I return the kiss, holding her in my arms. We gaze into each others eyes for a moment, then kiss again, this time with passion, abandoning our reservations. I feel her tongue on my lips, and meet it with my own. My hands roam down her back, grabbing her firm, round ass, pulling her to me. My cock is rising between us, and she moans as she pressed her body into mine. I roll over on my back, pulling Sarah over on top as we continue our kiss, our tongues exploring each others mouths. Sarah begins to rub herself against my cock through our robes, quickly bringing me to full erection. I raise her rob, and am greeted with the feel of her bare ass, firm and muscular. Our breathing is becoming hoarse, forcing us to abandon our kiss as we gasp for air.

Sarah sits up, still straddling my hips, and unties the belt to her robe. With slow grace, she lets it open at the top, baring her shoulders. As she lets it slip down her arms, the top of her breasts are exposed, but she holds it together, covering her nipples in a pose similar to an old pinup poster. Her eyes are now sparkling, and she has a half smile on her lips. I can read the satisfaction on her face as she looks down on me, a prize that she has long sought but never thought to attain. I reach up, bypassing her luscious breasts to caress her cheek and neck. She kisses my hand, then takes it in her own and moves it down her chest, palm side against her smooth skin. Letting her robe finally drop, she begins to caress her breast with my hand, moving it around her flesh, but avoiding her nipple.

I watch in fascination as she moves my hand, seemingly fulfilling some dream or fantasy. Her eyes are now half closed as she is lost in the moment. Suddenly, she grabs my other hand, which has been resting on her thigh at my side, and brings them both up to fully grasp her breasts, one in each of my hands. Her nipples are now hard, and poke into my palms as she kneads her own flesh with my hands. For the first time, I let my hands take action of their own, squeezing her firm flesh, and rubbing her nipples with my thumbs. This elicits a moan from her, and her eyes open again as if she has awakened from a dream.

Looking down at me, she sheds her robe entirely, tossing it on the floor. She now sits astride me fully naked, providing me with my first look at her body since she was a child. Her breasts are full, but show very little sag, standing proud from her chest. Her nipples are small, but fully erect, and surrounded by pink areola not much bigger than a quarter. Her stomach is taut and muscular under her smooth skin, with a tiny belly button. Dropping my gaze lower, I find that her mound is smooth and hairless. I can detect no sign of hair, as if she has had it permanently removed. Sitting as she is, I can not see her lips, but can tell that her mound is quite pronounced. Glancing up, I find her watching me as if waiting for my assessment.

"My God, Sarah, you are absolutely stunning! No wonder Amanda can't keep her hands off of you!" I say, with complete honesty. Sarah blushes a bright pink, which spreads from her face down her chest, even enveloping her beautiful breasts. By now, my cock is so hard it almost hurts, whether from the Viagra that Jenny gave me, or the sight of my sexy daughter straddling me naked, I cannot say.

"Now it is your turn!" Sarah says, with a mischievous grin. She hops up off of me, and begins to untie my rob. I sit up, allowing her to pull it from me, which she tosses on the floor with her own. As I lay back down on my back, her attention is drawn to my cock, now exposed to her full view. Gently, she takes it in her hand, exploring its length and texture. With her other hand, she cradles my balls, rolling them around, feeling their weight. Soon, she begins to stroke my shaft, at first gently, then with a firm grip. I watch the fascination play across her face as she plays with her my organ. Precum wets the tip, causing her to pause her stroking as she rubs her finger around, testing its slickness. Without warning, she drops down and licks the head, pausing a moment as she considers the flavor, then grins wickedly and takes the head into her mouth. Now, I am the one moaning, as she swirls her tongue around the sensitive head, sucking as if to draw out more of my juice. I take her head in both of my hands and lift, bringing her face up level with mine. I see disappointment in her eyes, as if I have interrupted her at play.

"Remember, Sarah, this is a game that we both can play." I say, locking eyes with her. Her disappointment turns into a grin, and she quickly reverses position, straddling my head, before resuming her oral exploration of my tool. Looking up, I now have a most intimate view of her privates. Her lips are quite pronounced, and are already beginning to open, and I can see moisture coating her inner recesses. I reach up and grab her ass, drawing her womanhood down to my waiting mouth, and get my first taste of my daughter's pussy. Since she is now sucking on my cock with abandon, I forgo the usual teasing and simply dive right in. My tongue begins to explore along her slit, opening her lips and penetrating her opening. Her taste is delicious, both tangy and creamy, and her juices are soon flowing freely, coating my face. I explore upward, finding her little bud, flicking it with the tip of my tongue. Sarah moans around my cock, and presses her pussy down against my face, which I take as a sign to continue.

Still holding her ass, I pull her into my mouth, sucking in her juices while running my tongue in slow, sensual strokes around her clit. I can feel her body tensing, and am soon rewarded with her first orgasm, and a flood of her juice. Her mouth leaves my cock as she cries out "Oh, my God, I'm cumming!" I continue my oral ministrations, waiting for her climax to crest. Her body has gone stiff, and I can feel tremors moving through her muscles, while her voice fades into a low moan. After a moment, her body begins to relax, and I leave her clit to lap up as much of her delicious fluids as I can. As her orgasm fades, I ease off, knowing how sensitive a woman's flesh can become right after climaxing. As she rolls off me, I give her pussy a final kiss, and release her ass from my grasp.

Reversing position, Sarah comes up to snuggle against me, seeking out my mouth for a kiss. Some women are unwilling to kiss after oral sex, with their juices still coating my mouth, but Sarah has no reservations. We kiss wantonly, with her showing no signs of aversion to my face still wet with her excretions. Finally breaking off the kiss, she wipes my face with a sheet, laughing.

"Sorry, I really open the floodgates when someone goes down on me. I was hoping that you wouldn't drown!" she says, giggling.

"If I had, I would have died with a smile on my face. There are few things that I would rather do than eat pussy, especially one as tasty as yours." I reply. Sarah's face lights up in a radiant smile, and she seeks my lips again, lingering in a loving kiss, before gazing into my eyes.

"I am ready, now. Make love to me, please. I need to feel you inside me." Her smile is now gone, and I see a longing on her face, as if her life long dream is at hand. I roll her onto her back, and take up position atop her, poised between her legs. I rub my shaft along her slit, coating myself in her still plentiful juices. She moans, and her hips thrust up as if trying to capture me, but I want to make sure that I am fully lubricated before attempting to penetrate her. I do not know how tight she will be, but causing her pain is the last thing I want, so I continue to rub against her, wetting myself before proceeding. Sarah looks at me with eyes now pleading, longing.

"Please put it in me. I want you now!" she says, almost moaning the words. I bring my tip to her opening, and hear her gasp as the head slips inside. She is not as tight as I had feared, possibly due to her and Amanda's use of toys, so I apply a little pressure, and feel myself slowly ease down her tunnel. She is so wet that I feel little resistance, and I am soon embedded fully inside her. I can feel her muscles working along my shaft, and she lets out a low moan as I bottom out. I revel in her warmth, and how her body molds around me in a perfect fit. For a moment, neither of us move, enjoying the feeling of our union. Only for a moment, though, as we are both eager to proceed.

I begin a slow motion, withdrawing only an inch or so before pushing back in, grinding our pelvises together with each stroke. My cock feels like carved stone, and I can feel her cervix with each down stroke. Gradually, our pace quickens, and she is now thrusting up to meet me, grasping me with her internal muscles each time I pull back. We both groan as we begin to lose ourselves in the act, focused solely on the joining of our two bodies, now seemingly merging into one. I quickly drop all restraint, and begin pounding into her with full force, our bodies, now slick with sweat and slapping together from the force of the impact. Once again, I feel her stiffen, and she cries out as she climaxes. Suddenly, she grabs my head, pulling me down to her lips, sucking my mouth into a kiss, still moaning. Releasing me, she cries out "Now, give it to me! Cum inside me! Give me your seed!"

As if on cue, I explode into her, bathing her waiting womb with pulse after pulse of my semen. My orgasm seems to go on forever, as wave after wave of spasms wrack my body. The world fades around me, and all I can feel is my cock pumping inside her. Soon, even that fades, and darkness takes me.

I am not sure how long I am out, but awareness gradually returns. I find that I am still on top of Sarah, who seems to be sleeping soundly under my weight. I ease up, taking my weight off of her, and find that I am still inside her, though now only slightly hard. Looking at the clock on the nightstand, I see that it is now after 11:00, and estimate that we have slept for over an hour. Never before have I experienced an orgasm so powerful that I have passed out from the ecstasy. Easing my still semi-hard cock from her, I fall to one side and cuddle up to her, pulling the covers over us. She sighs contentedly without waking, a smile curling her lips, and rolls onto her side, facing away from me. I spoon up against her back, as I have done so many nights with Jenny, and hold her close as I drift back off to sleep.

When I next awake, it is morning, and Sarah and I are still spooned together. I have awoke many times in this position with Jenny, but the feeling is different with Sarah. Her scent is different, and her body feels different against mine. My cock is now hard again, and firmly pressed against her ass. I can't resist pressing into her, rubbing between her delicious cheeks. I feel her stir, and press back against me. Reaching around her, I run my hand up her belly and grasp her breast, teasing her nipple with my finger. I hear her gasp, and she arches her back, both pressing her breast into my hand and her ass into my groin.

"Good morning, lover. Ready for round two?" she asks, her voice low and husky. Before I can reply, she rolls over, pushing me onto my back. "Last night, you got to ride on top. Now it is my turn!" she says, moving on top of me. As our lips lock together, I feel her rubbing her pussy up and down my shaft. She is already wet, and soon is able to capture me, impaling herself on my rigid shaft. While we continue kissing, she commences a rocking motion, moving up and down my shaft, with me thrusting up to meet her with each stroke. There is an urgency to our love making this morning, as if we both need a quick release, and our pace builds rapidly.

Only a few short minutes after we first awoke, we are pounding away, driving ourselves to release. Unable and unwilling to hold back, my orgasm takes me, sending a geyser of my seed into her. As if she was waiting for this, I feel her body spasm as her own climax takes her, and we both gasp and moan from the power once again of our climax. Finally sated, we cuddle and kiss for some time, with her still on top and me still inside her. I feel her body relax, and she lays her head on my shoulder, her breathing becoming regular again as she drops back off to sleep. I hold her, reveling in the feel of her weight pressing down on me, and I, too, join her in blissful sleep.




Jenny & Josh Ch. 02



When I next awaken, I am alone in bed. I look at the clock, and see that it is now approaching noon. I sit up with a start, realizing that I have missed work. As I jump out of bed and head to the bathroom, I run into Jenny coming out, still naked from her shower.

"Well, the dead have awakened." she says with a laugh. "Sarah only got up a short while ago herself. What did you two do to each other last night?" Her eyes are sparkling as she looks at me.

I blush, remembering last nights events and feeling somewhat embarrassed at being confronted by my wife after spending the night making love to my daughter. This is a situation that I have never anticipated being in before, and I am uneasy, to say the least.

Seeing the anxiety on my face, Jenny wraps her arms around me, hugging me close, and seeking my lips for a kiss. Our kiss lingers, and I realize that she must taste Sarah on me. Pulling back, she licks her lips, and says "Umm, that's a taste that I recognize! Doesn't her pussy taste wonderful?" She is now laughing once again, setting me at ease.

"Yes, next to yours, hers is the best tasting pussy I have ever had the privilege to eat!" I reply.

"Smart answer." Jenny says, giving me a quick kiss before moving past me to the bedroom to get dressed. I head on into the bathroom to get cleaned up. As I am brushing my teeth, Jenny comes in, now dressed for the day in shorts and a maternity top.

"Don't worry about work. I called in for you and told Maria that you were a bit under the weather, and not to expect you in today." Jenny says, brushing her hair. "When you get yourself together, come on downstairs. You both missed breakfast, but I will have lunch ready. I bet you are both famished!"

As she says that, she heads downstairs. My stomach rumbles, letting me know that she is absolutely right. I am starving! Heading into the shower, I quickly get cleaned up and dressed, and head downstairs to greet a new day.

Coming into the kitchen, I find Jenny and Sarah hugging each other and squealing in delight. As I walk in, they both come to me, and I get a wonderful group hug with kisses.

"Sarah just did one of her fertility tests, and it shows she is at her peak today!" cries Jenny, her eyes sparkling. "From what she told me, you positively pumped her full of your little wiggle tails last night and this morning, so the timing was perfect." Both girls laugh at Jenny's rather earthy description of our tryst.

"Boy, did he ever!" exclaims Sarah. "I thought it was going to come out of my ears! I never knew a man could release that much at one time. Not that I have much experience, but he seemed to go on forever, and I could feel every spurt."

Blushing, I sit down at the table and begin to make myself a sandwich from the fixings that Jenny has laid out for us. I am starved, and also feel that I must refuel to keep my strength up, as I doubt that Sarah is going to be satisfied with only the two "fill ups" that we have managed so far. Unlike yesterday, I am now looking forward to continuing our attempts at fertilizing Sarah's now released egg.

Both girls join me at the table, and also occupy themselves with lunch. We eat in silence for awhile, but I notice Jenny is studying Sarah and I intently. She has something on her mind, but is apparently not sure how to bring it up. I decide to wait her out, and continue munching on my sandwich. Sarah is also eating heartily, but seems to be avoiding Jenny's gaze.

As we finish our first sandwich, and begin assembling another, Jenny breaks the silence.

"Sarah, do you remember what you said to me that day three years ago, when you came home and found me here with your Dad?" Jenny asks, a look of satisfaction on her face.

Sarah looks up, startled, and blushes a deep crimson. I am not sure what is going on, but my mind flashes back to last night, when Sarah blushed and the color spread down her body to her beautiful breasts. That image causes my cock to begin to stir, but before any more impure thoughts can surface about my daughter, Sarah speaks.

"Yes, I remember." Sarah says, now meeting Jenny's gaze. "I commented about you finally getting your wish to bed my Dad."

"Well, turn about is fair play. Now, you have finally gotten your wish, and have bedded your Dad, just as you used to fantasize about. Was it as good as you had hoped all these years?" Jenny asks, with a mischievous smile.

I am speechless, but Sarah reacts by turning an even deeper shade of red.

"You knew?" Sarah asks, with shock written on her face.

"Of course I knew. It was so obvious even a blind person could have seen it. The way you looked at him, talked about him, was a dead giveaway. Not to mention the times you called out his name when I ate you to orgasm." Jenny says, smiling. "Why do you think I teased you so much about wanting him myself? In truth, I did want him. I had a crush on him for years growing up, but it was nothing compared to the torch you carried. That is why I suggested your Dad as a solution to your problem in the first place."

"I thought it was my secret. I never even told Amanda." Sarah says quietly, still blushing.

"You still didn't answer my question." Jenny persists. "I know that your experience with guys was pretty bad. Was last night everything you had hoped for?"

Sarah now looks at me and her face lights up in a radiant smile. "Yes, I would say it was everything I had hoped and dreamed for, and more. It was a bit hard to break the ice, but once we did, it was beyond anything. We both love each other, obviously, so we were not just having sex, but making love in every sense of the word." Sarah reaches over and we join hands, sharing a loving gaze.

"Both of you had expressed some reservations about how your relationships with each other would change, and how this might affect your relations with your mates. How do you feel now?" Jenny asks, looking at both of us, but especially me.

"Yes, Jenny, I was concerned about that, perhaps more so in how it would affect Sarah's and my relationship. I know my love for you, and your's for me, is very strong, and had little doubt that our marriage was secure enough to come through this OK. I was not so sure about how Sarah and I would do. We have always had a special bond, more so than most fathers and daughters, and I was afraid that becoming lovers would ruin that. Now, I love her even more, and am confident that our bond will become even stronger than it was before. Sarah is still my daughter, but we now share an intimacy that few have ever known, even married couples. I feel truly blessed to share my life with you both, and cannot imagine ever being apart from either of you." As I spoke these words, I reached for Jenny's hand, and now held the hands of both of the women who meant more to me than life itself.

Both girls now have tears in their eyes, and both come around the table to give me hugs. I don't know what the capacity of a man's heart for love is, but I love both of them without limits or reservations. One is my wife, one is my daughter, and now both are my lovers. I don't know what I must have done to ever deserve the love of these two beautiful souls, but I will love and cherish them as long as I walk this Earth.  



Jenny & Josh Ch. 03



After lunch, Jenny spent her afternoon with the kids, while Sarah and I went for a long walk. We held hands, and talked a bit about this and that, inconsequential things, but mostly kept quiet, simply enjoying being together. We stopped along a stream that runs along the back side of my property, and lay down in the lush grass under a tree. I lay on my back, looking up at the clouds drifting by in the afternoon sky, while Sarah lay beside me, with her head on my chest. I wrapped an arm around her, and she around me, and we basked in our love for each other while time drifted lazily by. I was lost in my thoughts, but eventually realized that Sarah had drifted off to sleep, and was snoring quietly on my chest. I held her, as I had when she was a child, and let her sleep, while I pondered how my life had changed over the last few years. I came to no conclusions, other than that I was happy, but still wondered about how I had come to this point, and what my life had still in store for me. I was close to drifting off myself when Sarah sat up and stretched, yawning, and looked back down at me.

"I love you, Dad." she said, leaning over to plant a gentle, loving kiss on my lips. As she drew back from the kiss, she had a puzzled look on her face. "Do I still call you Dad, after all we have been through?" she asked.

"Sarah, I will always be your Dad. Nothing can ever take that away from us. However, we are more than just father and daughter now, so if you also wish to call me Josh, I can be happy with that as well." I said, giving her a choice.

"OK, I can live with that. Sometimes I will call you Dad, and sometimes Josh. Right now, I want to call you Lover. How about we go back home now, and to bed?" Sarah's eyes are now sparkling, as if lit by an internal flame. She stands, and offers me a hand, helping me to my feet. We walk back to the house hand in hand. Amanda is not yet home from the store, and Jenny is still occupied with Chris and Vicki, so we have some more time to ourselves, and some definite ideas on how to spend that time. Sarah is ovulating, after all, and we are both determined to fertilize that egg this very day. We head up the stairs, still holding hands.

Once in the privacy of my bedroom, Sarah comes into my arms. We share a loving embrace, kissing and caressing, but without the urgency of our earlier encounters. We are both now relaxed and comfortable in our physical relationship, and can take the time to enjoy our union. Slowly, I begin to undress my beautiful daughter, examining her body bit by bit as I remove each article of clothing. I explore each part of her anatomy as it is exposed, using my hands, my lips, and my tongue. She shivers under my touch, gasping when I find a sensitive spot, giggling at the ticklish ones. She allows me to work at my own pace, enjoying the intimacy of the process. When at last she stands before me naked, I see no hint of modesty or anxiety, a testament to how she now feels about our relationship.

I have to take a moment and admire her form. Sarah is of average height, but her proportions are spectacular. She has long legs and a shorter torso, making her appear taller than she is. Her legs are very shapely, no doubt from the workouts she makes a habit of, and are very well toned and muscular, a theme carried out throughout her entire body. Her hips spread appealingly, and are marked by her totally hairless mound in the front and her magnificent ass behind. Her ass is round and, I know from experience, more than firm. The soft curve of her ass belies the powerful muscles underneath. Above her pelvis, her stomach is flat and smooth, with just a hint of her strong abs apparent. Her breasts have to be her best feature, although I freely admit to a certain prejudice in that regard. Both large and firm, they stand out from her chest proudly, with virtually no sag, amazing for their size. I guess that she is a large C cup, and still has the tiny nipples of a woman who has not yet had children. Above her chest, her shoulders and arms continue her pattern of both strength and grace. While Sarah does not in the least look like a body builder, there is no mistaking how powerful she is.

Sarah has waited patiently for me to finish my inspection, even twisting and posing for me when asked.

"Sarah, you are in incredible shape!" I exclaim. "You are not only stunningly gorgeous, but with a body that would make both an athlete and a pinup model proud. I knew you worked out, but never imagined how buff you are under your sexy exterior."

For the first time, Sarah blushes, giving me more fuel for my imagination as the color spreads down her torso.

"Thank you. I do try hard to stay in shape, but it is always nice the hear that it shows." she says, then wraps her arms around me, giving me a sensuous kiss. "Now, its your turn."

Sarah starts by unbuttoning my shirt and pushing it off to pool on the floor at my feet. At nearly thirty years her senior, I do not have a body to compare to hers, but I do work out. Since Jenny came into my life, I have paid more attention to my physical condition, both for my health and to help me keep up with my young and sexually voracious wife. I hit the gym three times a week, and try to stay active at both chores and play. Of course, Jenny also sees that I get a strong workout several times a week, so I consider myself in pretty decent shape for a man in his early fifties. Sarah also seems impressed, as she runs her hands over my chest and abdomen. She does not linger as long as I did before moving on, as I now detect a bit of urgency in her attitude. She undoes my belt, sliding my pants down and helping me to step out of them. I am now left in just my underwear, which are tenting noticeably in the front, with a prominent wet spot as proof of my arousal.

Sarah drops to her knees in front of me, licking her lips in anticipation. She is not in the mood to tease, but takes my shorts in her hands and slowly pulls them down. As the waistband clears my cock, it bounces up, almost hitting her in the face as she pushes my underwear down to my ankles, where I step out of them altogether. Her eyes now come up to my member, which she examines carefully. She pushes down on the tip slightly, bending it down to a horizontal position before letting go. As it bounces back up to near vertical, she giggles like a young girl with a new toy. Only her eyes belie that image, as her lust is beginning to shine through.

Taking me in her hand, she brings me to her mouth. Rather than taking me inside, she runs her tongue around my head, collecting the precum that has already wet the tip. Looking up at me, she savors my flavor, licking her lips sexily, then opens wide to take my head into her mouth. Locking eyes with me, she begins to suck me in, taking in about half my length before slowly pulling back out until just the tip remains inside. She sets up a rhythm, sucking noisily, as she continues her slow movement of her mouth up and down my shaft, never breaking eye contact. I can feel her tongue, licking and massaging my shaft from inside her mouth. Both the sight and sensation are rapidly pushing me to the brink, and I reluctantly must put a stop to her performance.

Pulling her up from her knees, I bring her talented mouth to mine for a kiss. We are both breathing raggedly, but still kiss with abandon. I would swear that she must have taken lessons from Jenny, as she also seemed to merge her body with mine while we kissed. My hands are massaging her back before dropping down to her perfect ass to pull her groin tight against mine. My cock feels like stone between us, and I can feel the heat emanating from her pussy as she humps it against the underside of my shaft. With a moan, I feel a hint of Sarah's power as she propels me back to the bed. I let her take control, curious to see what position she would want. I am not surprised when she pushes me onto my back and quickly straddles my hips. Grabbing my cock in her hand, she rubs her slit along its length a few strokes, then directs the head to her entrance.

I watch in fascination as the head penetrates her opening, spreading her lips wide. She pauses for a moment, her eyes half closed, reveling in the sensation of my engorged head stretching her open. She is very wet, and the heat from her inner body feels like a furnace on my inflamed tool. After a brief pause, she begins to push downward, slowly settling herself down on me until I feel our bodies meet. Looking up, I find her eyes once again on mine, now burning with lust. Lying back on the bed, I let her set the pace, as she begins a slow, sensual motion, not so much rising up and down as just grinding herself on my hard tool. Like before, she maintains eye contact the entire time, while her pace slowly quickens. For the first time, I began to feel her inner muscles clenching, massaging me from the inside. Jenny is a master at that, but Sarah was proving to be a quick study as well.

Leaning forward, Sarah puts her hands on my shoulders, bracing herself to allow more freedom of movement. Her hips are now swiveling, adding a new motion to her grinding. I watch her closely, looking for the telltale signs of her arousal. Her color is deepening, while her breathing is now coming in gasps. I watch as her nipples, with no stimulation, harden and reach out. I long to take them in my mouth, but continue passively letting her have her way with me. While I watch, fascinated by her bodies reaction to her actions, I see the change that I have been waiting for. Her eyes glaze over, and her slow rhythm begins to break down as her climax approaches. Her grip on my shoulder relaxes as she moans and lays down on my chest. Sarah is now humping herself with force on my cock, driving herself to release. I drop my passive approach, and, grabbing her ass, begin to thrust my cock into her. I can feel ripples in her body from the force of our impacts, as we are now pounding away, both of us now totally surrendered to our lust. Sarah hits her peak first, letting out a loud groan as her body stiffens, while her pussy clenches on my cock like a fist. This proves to be too much for me, as I join her in ecstasy, letting loose a flood of my semen into her fertile passage.

Feeling my first spurt, Sarah cries out, loud enough for the entire house to hear, "Oh, God, yes, give it to me! Give me your seed! Oh, God, make me pregnant! Please, I want your baby inside me!"

I continue pumping away, filling her, trying to plant my seed as deeply as I can. As our orgasms begin to fade, Sarah takes my face in her hands, looking deep into my eyes. "I love you, Dad." she says, and seeks out my lips with her own. I hold her close, with my cock still twitching inside her for some time, while bodies wind down. Only when my softening organ finally plops out of her do we stir and rise. Taking her hand, I lead her to the shower.

Our shower takes a while, as we spend more time kissing and fondling than cleansing. As the hot water begins to fade, we step out and dry each other off. I toss her a robe to wear, while I dress in sweats. Before heading downstairs, we spend a few more moments kissing, and expressing our love for each other. Finally, hand in hand, we descend the stairs to rejoin the family.

Entering the kitchen, which is more the focal point of our family than any other room in the house, we find that Amanda is home, and she and Jenny are just finishing up with feeding the kids. Both look at us and smile as we come into the room, still holding hands. I don't know about myself, but Sarah is positively glowing, radiating happiness for everyone to see. Amanda comes to her, embracing her lovingly while they share a kiss. Jenny does the same with me, looking into my eyes after the kiss. I study her face for her reaction, but see only joy and love looking back at me. I hug her close, whispering in her ear my love for her.

Once the kids are in bed, the four of us settle in our usual spot on the front porch, eating our meal of spaghetti and meatballs, and watching the day wind to its end. Jenny and Amanda are telling of their day, while Sarah and I listen contentedly, still enjoying the after glow of our love, and love making. As the sun makes its exit, and the colors of the day begin to fade away, Amanda finally asks us how things are going with our "project".

Sarah smiles, and replies "According to my ovulation monitor, I reached my peak fertility today. Dad has been kind enough to donate his sperm, so, with luck, I should have a baby in the works by now."

Jenny lets out a snort, laughing at Sarah's comment. "You two have been fucking like rabbits since last night!" she says. "You should have enough sperm to fertilize a million eggs by now!" Even Amanda giggles at that, but I notice that she is looking at me nervously. Sarah also notices, and reaches up to stroke her cheek.

"Dad has been great! I was so nervous last night, but he was a dream, insisting that we just talk until my nerves settled down. Once we relaxed, and I was ready, he was so gentle, moving slowly, lovingly. It was everything I had ever dreamed my first time would be, and more. In the end, we came so hard that first time that we both passed out, falling asleep together, with him still inside me. At every step of the way, he allowed me to set the pace, giving every consideration to my happiness and needs. If we did conceive a child today, it was conceived in love. I cannot imagine a more perfect way to start a new life." Sarah's face is radiant with joy, while Amanda now has tears in her eyes. They kiss and hug each other, then get up to head inside.

Sarah gives me a loving kiss before going in, and Amanda, no longer showing any anxiety on her face, also gives me a kiss and hug. "Thank you." she says, holding my gaze for a moment, then also heads in. We will each return to our own beds this evening, and our own mates. Left to ourselves, Jenny comes to gingerly sit in my lap, seeking a kiss for herself.

"You did good." she said. "I know how nervous you both were about this, but it seems to have worked out fantastically. I have never seen Sarah so happy, and I have known her for a long time. You have been walking around here like a condemned man the last few days, and now you look like the cat who ate the canary! I am so happy for the both of you."

"I was so afraid that this would not go well, and that I would lose Sarah as the daughter that I love. Instead, our love is now deeper than ever, and it is like a huge weight has been lifted from our souls. Once again, I am eternally in your debt, for without your support, this would have never happened, and I cannot imagine what the consequences would have been. At the least, our happy family would have been broken up. Now, we can move forward, with our family stronger than ever." I say, kissing her once again.

"Of course, there is still one more daughter to impregnate. Are you up to the task?" Jenny says with a grin.

"I don't have as much history with Amanda, so that part will be easier, but I can tell that she will be just as afraid, if not more so, than Sarah. I will do my best to set her at ease." I say.

"Of course, the fact that she is a total fox won't hurt either, will it?" Jenny replies, with a lecherous grin.

"Oh, she is beautiful, I'll give you that, but I prefer my women a bit more stacked, if you know what I mean." I reply, fondling Jenny's breasts through her top. She moans, and kisses me again, now with passion and promise. "It's getting late. How about we continue this conversation in bed?"

"After Sarah, do you have anything left?" she says, her eyes now taking on the feral look that I know and love.

"For you, always." I say, taking her hand and heading inside. I help her up the stairs, and into our bedroom.

Jenny and I do make love, but slowly, gently. In truth, Sarah did drain me more than a bit, but Jenny was also not up to anything strenuous. Her back was hurting, not only from the strain her pregnant belly caused, but from lifting our other two children as well. We all help out, but Jenny was never one to shirk from her duties and responsibilities. Beyond that, this pregnancy was taking more of a toll on her, draining her energy and wearing her down physically. While I worried about her condition, she always laughed away any questions, saying that she was fine. As we cuddled after our love making, I held her close as I had so many times before, while she slept in my arms. My mind was wandering, considering how my life had turned and twisted this way and that to arrive at this particular moment, when I realized that I had not slept alone even once in the last three years. Only once, last night, had I not curled up with my Jenny. Perhaps to some, this revelation would have little meaning, but to me it was important, and brought home just how different my life was now compared to the past. Even all those years when I was married to Lisa, we rarely cuddled together at night, and frequently slept alone for one reason or another. Now, I can not imagine sleeping alone, not having Jenny to spoon up against. With these thoughts, I hold my lover close and join her in sleep.



The next few days see our routine get back close to normal. Sarah and I remain close, sharing frequent hugs and kisses, but no more intimate contact. It seems important to us both to refocus on our respective mates, making it clear to everyone where our priorities lie. While I do look forward to making love with Sarah again, we are in no hurry. Besides, Amanda's fertility cycle is nearing its peak, and I feel that I must recharge my reserves a bit to be ready for her when the time comes. Amanda now seems more relaxed with the idea, and has become more affectionate with me. She is more likely to greet me with a kiss, and our hugs linger more than before. No doubt she has talked with Sarah about her experience, easing some of her anxiety.

For my part, I do not feel the same trepidation about having sex with Amanda as I did with Sarah. While I love Amanda like my daughter, and consider her a part of my family, I do not have the same reservations that I did with Sarah. My main concern with Amanda is that I do my best to make her experience as pleasant as possible. I do not know her history, but have gathered that, like Sarah, her experience with boys was not good. I resolve to do whatever I can to make up for whatever hurt she has suffered from my gender mates. I have prodded Jenny for information, but she would only tell me that it is Amanda's story to tell, and that I must not pressure her. If she wants me to know, she will tell me.

Friday morning dawns, and as we gather in the kitchen for our boisterous breakfast as we get ready to go our separate ways for the day, Sarah and Amanda enter with happy smiles on their faces.

"According to our tests, Amanda will be ovulating this weekend." Sarah announces, smiling broadly. "Dad, I hope you are ready for this, because tonight will be the best time to start trying to get her pregnant!"

I look at Amanda, who is blushing profusely, but smiling nonetheless. I am gratified that she is not dreading this, and really seems to be looking forward to what is to come.

"Well, Sarah, you did pretty well wear me out, but I have had a few days to recover, so I think I will manage. " I say, trying hard not to grin. Sarah punches me on the arm playfully. "I only hope the stories you told Amanda haven't scared her off." I add.

We hastily make plans for the evening, deciding that I will bring home some takeout after work. With hugs and kisses all around, we each start our day, now looking forward to an exciting and eventful weekend. 



Arriving home that evening, I enter the kitchen with the Chinese takeout that I picked up after work. While the ladies are setting the table out on the porch, I open a bottle of Pinot Grigio and grab three glasses. By the time I make it out to the front porch, I am last in line for the food. While the ladies fix their plates, I pour glasses for Sarah, Amanda, and myself, and we settle down to enjoy our meal. Everyone has a story to tell about their day while we eat. Amanda tells of an order of antique china that arrived at the store today, in mint condition. Jenny talks about how Vicki has learned how to shed her clothes, as evidenced by finding her naked in the front yard today. I share a funny story from work, where I caught two of my coworkers getting frisky in the stock room. They had been trying to keep their relationship a secret, but of course everyone already knew about the pairing.




Jenny & Josh Ch. 03



Perhaps the most interesting news was from Sarah, who had been planning a trip for her and Amanda for this next week. She had booked a trip to Miami, where they would board a cruise ship for the Bahamas. They would be gone all week, and the itinerary sounded both fun and relaxing. The trip had been planned for some time, but the timing was excellent, as anyone trying to figure out who the father of their children was (assuming that they did manage to get pregnant) would assume that it must have happened on the trip. Of course, there were no guarantees, but I gave Sarah my best effort, and intended to do the same for Amanda, starting this very evening.

While we ate, I studied Amanda, trying to get some impression of what her mood was like. She seemed happy, talking and laughing while we ate as she always did. I did find her watching me a couple of times, although she quickly looked away when I noticed. Was she nervous? Apprehensive? Expectant? I could not tell. For my part, I was nervous, although not the basket case I was before taking Sarah to my bed. Part of me was looking forward to this evening. How could I not? Amanda is a stunning beauty who would put many movie stars to shame.

On the other hand, I loved her as a daughter, and was worried about how she was going to react. Not only is she in a committed relationship with my daughter, Sarah, but less than half my age. I would have to have an ego the size of Montana to not be worried about how this beautiful young lady would view having sex with me. Finally, there had been hints about her early experience with boys, and how something bad had happened. Whatever it was, she had made no more attempts at dating guys. How would this trauma affect her tonight? How should I proceed, without even knowing about her past? As I reflected on this, the only conclusion that I came to was that I loved her. Whatever happened to her in the past, I would let my love for her guide me in helping her through this difficult situation. Hopefully, that would be enough.

After dinner, I helped Jenny with the cleanup, while Sarah and Amanda retreated to their room to prepare. After the dishes were done and the kitchen clean, I took my wife into my arms for a hug. Jenny is feeling better today, and looking forward to the weekend. Our anniversary is Sunday, and we have made plans to go out for the evening. Sarah and Amanda will not be leaving until Monday, so we will have them to watch the kids while we enjoy a quiet evening to ourselves. With our busy lives and the demands of family, it has been difficult to find time for just ourselves. My first marriage taught me a hard lesson about that, and I have no intention of making the same mistake this time around.

After a long hug, Jenny looks up into my eyes searchingly. "How are you feeling about this evening?" she asks. "You don't seem as nervous as you were with Sarah, understandably. Are you ready for Amanda?"

"Well, I am as ready as I can be. I am nervous, not knowing how she is going to react. You know her better than I do. Any advice?" I ask, looking at Jenny for any help that she might provide.

"No, other than just to be gentle, and patient, which of course you always are. You both love each other, and I am confident that love will carry you through this, just as it did with Sarah. Amanda loves you, more than you perhaps realize, otherwise she would have never agreed to this in the first place. Let her lead the way, and she may find that she gains more than just a baby out of your embrace. She needs healing, and you are the best one to offer that to her." Jenny says earnestly. I study her face for some sign of what she means by this, but she says no more.

We embrace and kiss, then go our separate ways. Jenny heads up to the girls suite, while I ascend the stairs to our bedroom. As I did for Sarah, I put on some quiet mood music, and light a few candles to provide a soft light. Once the room is ready, I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready. Dressed in a long robe, I return to the bedroom and wait for Amanda, not even sure that she will come.



My wait is not long, as I soon hear a soft knock on the door. I open the door, and find Amanda outside, waiting timidly. I invite her in, and close the door behind her. Amanda is also dressed in a robe, just as Sarah when she came to me a few days ago. Amanda walks over to the bed, but stands at the foot as if uncertain of what to do next.

"Amanda, there is no pressure here. You are free to stay or go as you please. Nothing will happen beyond what you wish to happen." I say, coming up behind her and laying a hand on her shoulder. She turns to me, her eyes filled with tears.

"I know. I want to be here. It's just..." she begins to say, then her voice fades away, her chin trembling. I hold out my arms to her, and she comes to me, wrapping her arms around me and sobbing openly into my chest. I hold her, stroking her hair, and do my best to sooth her. When at last she calms down, I lead her to the bed, where we sit at the foot. I wrap my arm around her, holding her close, and wait for her to speak.

"I'm sorry, I should be happy to be here, especially with you. You have been so good to me, when my own family disowned me. You have accepted me as I am, and welcomed me into your home and family. I have no reason to fear you, and every reason to feel safe with you, and yet here I am crying like a little girl!" I can see the anguish in Amanda's eyes. Her pain is real, and obviously deeply rooted.

"Amanda, you have called me Dad for these last three years, and I have been proud to accept that role from you. Perhaps it is time for you to trust me, and tell me about your past. I only know a little, as you have been reluctant to talk about your life before coming here. Whatever has happened, you can tell me. You don't have to keep it to yourself any longer." Amanda is looking into my eyes, searching for something. Whatever she sees, her expression changes. Her face and body relax, as if she has made up her mind, and is now determined to move forward. She stands up, and moves over to the right side of the bed, lying down with her head on the pillow. I move to the left side, and assume a similar position, facing her, but at a respectable distance. For a few moments, she is silent, her face mirroring her concentration, as if she is dredging up something from within.

"When I was sixteen, I began to date a boy who I met at school. His parents were friends of my parents, so there was no resistance from either side. We dated for most of our time in high school, and I fell in love with him. We did not have sex, as I believed in saving myself for marriage. He wanted to, but seemed to respect my wishes. We began to talk about getting married after we graduated, and our parents were supportive, so it seemed like my life was pretty much already mapped out. Graduate, get married, have kids, raise a family. Every girls dream." Amanda laughed at that last statement, a bitter laugh.

"Our senior year, things began to change. All of his friends were having sex with their girl friends, or at least said so, and were pressuring him about me. He began to change, becoming more demanding. He would tell me that if I really loved him, I would have sex with him. I tried to satisfy him other ways, letting him touch me, even giving him hand jobs, but he kept wanting more. I finally said no, telling him that I wanted to wait, to save it for my wedding night. I thought he accepted that, as he stopped pushing me. Then, one night...." her voice faded again, and I could see the pain etched on her face.

Reaching over, I stroke her cheek. "Go on, Amanda. You can tell me. You need to let this out."

Looking into my eyes, she seems to draw some strength from my gaze. "One night in the Spring, near the end of our last year in school, we went to a party together. He gave me a drink, what I thought was a Coke, but he must have put something in it. I started to feel woozy, almost like I was drunk, but different. I told him I didn't feel well, and asked him to take me home. He said that I would be fine, I just needed to lie down for a bit, and he took me to a bedroom. He laid me on the bed, and then started to undress me. I told him no, but I couldn't seem to resist. It was like a dream, where I was aware of what was happening, but couldn't do anything about it." Amanda paused, as if gathering her thoughts.

"He took off all of my clothes, stripping me completely naked. I could feel his hands on my body, touching me everywhere, and I kept telling him no, and that I wanted to go home. He just laughed, and told me that tonight he would get what he wanted. He took off his clothes, and..." Tears were now in her eyes, but I could see the determination as well. "He raped me. Not just once, but several times. I kept asking him why he was doing this, pleading with him to stop, but he just kept laughing, saying he was just taking what was his."

"When he finally finished, he stood over me showing me his blood stained penis, even rubbing it on my lips. I thought that it was finally over, and he would take me home. Instead, he left the room, coming back with his friends. Over the next few hours, his friends continued what he started, some taking me more than once. He watched the whole time, laughing, telling me what a good girl I was to be so nice to his friends. Finally, I passed out, whether from the drug or the pain, I don't know. When I awoke, I was still in the bed, and he was sleeping next to me. I got up, found my clothes and got dressed, and left, leaving him there." Now Amanda's eyes were not the only ones filled with tears, as her pain pierced my heart. Sensing that she was not yet through, I remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

"When I got home, I told my parents what had happened, and wanted to call the police. My father hit the roof, calling me a slut, telling me it was all my fault. He refused to call the police, saying that he would not have our family's good name sullied by his no good tramp daughter. When I cried, he slapped me, and sent me to my room. My mother came to me, and helped clean me up, scrubbing me clean. Only later did I realize that she was removing the evidence, so that I would have no proof if I did call the police. I hurt so much, I just stayed in my room for days. My mother would bring me food, but was too afraid of my father to do anything more. After that, my father rarely ever spoke to me, didn't even like looking at me."

"When I did go back to school, I could not avoid the boys who had done that to me, especially my boyfriend. In the days that I was gone, he didn't come by or call to check on me once, but when I came back to school, he expected me to go out with him again, like nothing had happened. He even told me that he expected now I would be more friendly, as he put it. When he kept at it, pushing me to go out with him again, I snapped. He was bugging me in the cafeteria at lunch one day, and I just couldn't take it anymore. I punched him in the face, hard, breaking his nose. With blood streaming down his face, he screamed at me, calling me a dirty little whore. I kicked him in the groin, sending him to the floor. I didn't stop there, and continued attacking him, breaking some ribs and shattering a bone in his face, before I was pulled off of him. He went to the hospital, and still bears scars to this day." Her face now shows the anger she must have felt that day.

"I was arrested, and charged with felony assault. My Karate training was a contributing factor in the sentence, and I was given two years, but thankfully in Juvenile Detention rather than adult prison. I finished school, getting my GED, and was released after one year for good behavior. My parents didn't visit me once during my detention."

"After I got out, I was given a scholarship to go to college, as part of my rehabilitation, where I met Sarah. We hit it off immediately, becoming friends and finally lovers. When I came back home and told my parents about Sarah, they threw me out, telling me never to come back again. That was the last time that I saw them, and we have not spoken since." Sadness has now replaced the anger in Amanda's expression.

"Not long after that, Sarah invited me to come to your house, and we met for the first time. I was so nervous that first meeting, wondering if you would react the same way my parents did. Instead, you hugged me the first time you saw me, and said I was welcome in your home." Amanda now stroked my cheek, her eyes no longer filled with tears. "You welcomed me, a stranger, into your home and family, and made me feel loved and accepted. My own father and mother threw me out, and rejected me when I needed them the most. Other than Sarah, I had no one. You will never know how much you have meant to me, these last three years. I have tried to tell you, but the words simply do not exist to express how I feel. All I can say is, I love you." Amanda is still stroking my cheek, and I feel that I should say something, but I am overwhelmed by her story. What can I say to heal the terrible hurt inflicted on this beautiful, loving young woman? I pull her to me, hugging her to my chest as if I can protect her, but my heart is breaking.

"Amanda, like you I have no words to express how I feel. The people you loved the most betrayed you, hurt you, and rejected you, and my heart cries out for your pain. All I can say is, I am here for you now, and I will never let anything like that happen to you again. I wish I could heal your pain, but I cannot. All I can do is give you a shoulder to cry on, and someone to talk to. I wish I could do more." 

"You have already done enough. You have listened. You are the first one who I have told the entire story to. Not even Sarah knows it all. By listening, and understanding, and accepting, you have lifted a great weight from my soul. For the first time since that night long ago, I am at peace. Thank you, once again, for being here for me, for just being you. I love you, with all my heart, and am proud to call you Dad." Amanda spoke these last words while peering deeply into my eyes, and followed them with a kiss. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she threw herself into the kiss totally, taking my breath away. Putting my arms around her, I returned the kiss just as she was offering it to me, with all of the love that I felt for her welling up from my soul. I have kissed, and been kissed, many times, but never with the depth of love that we shared at that moment.

When at last our lips parted, Amanda looked at me with eyes now alive, shining with affection. Stroking my cheek once again, she studied my face as if trying to memorize every feature.

"Would it be OK if we just held each other for now? I feel as if a terrible burden has been lifted from my soul, but I am not yet ready to be intimate. I know you must be disappointed, but I just need some time to prepare myself." I can see the concern on her face, as if she is still worried that I will reject her, or worse, force my self on her.

"Amanda, I told you when you came to me that nothing will happen unless you wish it. If you wish to just cuddle, then that is what we will do. I love you unconditionally, and that means no pressure, no conditions." I reply. After her emotional tale, I am not exactly ready to jump on her anyway. Rising, I put out the candles, shut off the music, and pull back the covers. We both shed our robes, and crawl into bed. Like me, she was naked under her robe, and seems to not be self conscious about me seeing her body, or her having seen mine. Once we are under the covers, I lie on my back, and she snuggles up against me, with her head on my chest. I wrap my arm around her and hold her close.

"I had always imagined how my wedding night would be, with romance and tender love making, and lots of cuddling. That was taken from me by him. What happened to me that night was just the opposite, when he took me by force. There was no love, no tenderness, no romance. Since then, I have felt dirty and abused. Sarah offered my love and tenderness, which is why I fell in love with her. I had never been attracted to girls before, or at least had never thought about it, but with Sarah I found peace and acceptance. She never tried to force me, was very patient and loving. I see now that she is much like you." Amanda says in the darkness.

"She deserves to know the truth." I reply. "She loves you, and will always love you. Knowing the truth will only strengthen her love. Part of being a couple is being open with each other. I understand why you have kept this to yourself all this time, but I think now you realize how therapeutic it can be to unburden yourself."

"Yes, you are right, of course. I was always afraid if you knew the truth, not only about the rape, but my criminal record, that you would reject me. My ego was too fragile, my self esteem to low, to chance telling you the truth. I know how close your family is, and how you are always there for each other, but my own family rejected me. I valued your's and Sarah's love too much to take the risk. Until now. Now, perhaps for the first time, I understand what it means to be a family." Amanda says, still hugging me close. I return the hug, kissing her on top of her head.

"We all have skeletons in our closet, things in our past that we are ashamed of. No one is perfect. That is what it means to be a family. We accept each other, faults and all. Love is the glue that binds us together, and love makes a powerful bond. When I accepted you into our family, it was not because you were pretty, or smart, although your certainly are. I accepted you because Sarah loved you, and that was all I needed to know. Since that day, as I have gotten to know you, I have found much to love. You are kind, quick to laugh and to forgive, wise beyond your years, and wonderful with my children. In the short time you have been here, you have become an integral part of our family and our lives. That is why I agreed to help you and Sarah have kids of your own. It has been a difficult transition for me, but I could not bear the thought of you and Sarah separating, or being unhappy. I would do anything to keep us together, and to further your happiness." I explain.

Amanda is quiet, stroking my chest while she listens. After some time, while she ponders what I have said, she replies "That is why we chose you. We both knew how hard it would be for you, but you were the perfect choice. As you said, love is a powerful bond, and the love we share is very special. That is how we want our kids to come into this world. There really was no other choice."

I can think of nothing to add to that, so I just hug her once again. We each remain silent, lost in our thoughts. After some time, I realize that Amanda has fallen asleep. While I hold her sleeping form, I once again consider how my life has brought me to this point. I always believed that family was the most important thing in my life, and lived for and through my family. Lisa was different, coming from a family that was never close. As our kids were growing up, I was the one to always take an interest in their lives. As they grew up and left, my heart felt empty. When Lisa also left, and I was alone, I had no purpose, no reason to live. I spent two years as an empty shell of a man, lost in despair. When Jenny came into my life, I had something to live for again. Jenny was a damaged soul, and needed someone to love and care for her. At that point in my life, that is what I needed to feel whole again. Jenny responded in kind, and our love developed quickly. We were married after only one week, and have shared a special love ever since. We completed each other, two halves making a whole.

In a way, Sarah also needed me. After her disastrous experience with love and sex, she had rejected men and only sought love from women, ultimately finding Amanda, another damaged soul. Like me, Sarah needed someone to love and cherish, and Amanda filled that need. Like I was with Jenny, Sarah and Amanda also completed each other, to an extent. Both of them still needed something to make them whole. Both of them needed my love, not just to donate sperm, but to finally heal the damage from their past. Was my whole life before just preparation for this? Was this some sort of fate, or destiny? I have no way of answering that question. All I do know is that all three of the women in my life came to me needing to be loved and cherished, right at a time in my life when I needed someone to love and cherish. Coincidence? I have never believed in coincidence.




Jenny & Josh Ch. 03



I have no answers, and realize that I need none. All that matters is that we are together, and each of us provides what the others need. Together, we are whole. We are a family, perhaps a bit unorthodox, but a family nonetheless. I can live with that. With that revelation, I finally relax, and soon join Amanda in sleep.



I am at the hospital, in the delivery room. Jenny is in labor, and I am holding her hand, offering encouragements. The doctor is there, and the nurses, and the delivery is getting close. Suddenly, Jenny screams in pain, and I see lots of blood. Jenny looks at me, and tells me that she loves me, then her hand goes limp and her eyes turn dull. The doctor yells at the nurse to get me out of there, and she quickly pushes me out the door. Before the door closes, I see Jenny, lifeless on the table, and the doctor covered in blood. As the door closes, I scream her name.

"Jenny!" I awaken to find myself alone in bed, calling Jenny's name. For a moment, my heart pounds in my chest as the vivid dream fades away. Realization dawns on me that it was only a dream, but it is some time before my heart slows and the panic recedes. I finally notice that I am alone, and wonder where Amanda has gone. Has she had second thoughts? Drenched in sweat from the dream, I get up and head to the bathroom to clean up. I feel a need to check on Jenny, and to find out about Amanda.



Coming downstairs after the shower, I find Jenny in the kitchen, just finishing feeding the kids. I take her into my arms, hugging her close. Everything is OK, and my panic evaporates.

"I love you, Jenny." I say, kissing her gently. Jenny looks at me with curiosity in her eyes, detecting something unusual in my mood.

"I love you, too, Josh." she says, still studying me closely. "Is something wrong?"

"No, I just woke up alone, something I am not used to. Have you seen Amanda?" I reply.

"Yes, she awoke early, and has been up with Sarah for about two hours. Did everything go OK last night? She seemed preoccupied when she came down, and was anxious to see Sarah." Jenny still has a look of concern on her face, as if she detects something is not right.

"Well, we talked for quite a while, and then held each other, but that is as far as it went. We fell asleep together, and when I woke up, she was gone." I look to the stairs heading up to the girls suite. "I was hoping to find her here."

"It has been quiet up there all morning. I keep thinking that they will be down for breakfast soon, but nothing so far." Jenny replies. I help her finish up with the kids, and take them to the play room while she goes to get cleaned up. I hold Chris while Vicki rummages in her toy box, looking for something. Finally, she pulls out a book, one of her Pooh stories, and brings it to me. We curl up together, just the three of us, as I read the story to her. As we finish, I look up to see Amanda at the door watching. As our eyes meet, she smiles, and turns away and heads into the kitchen.

After a while, Jenny relieves me with the kids, and I return to the kitchen to find some breakfast. Sarah and Amanda are there, talking and laughing over their meal. Both get up and greet me with a group hug, followed by kisses. As we return to the table, Sarah passes me a bowl and the Cheerios, and Amanda the milk. Both seem to be in especially good spirits this morning, which I take as a good sign. I was not sure what kind of mood Amanda would be in after last night.

"Sarah and I had a long talk this morning, and I followed you advice and told her everything. I was a fool for keeping my past a secret. I learned an important lesson from you last night, about family, and love, and trust. For the first time since that horrible night, I feel at peace. I have carried the guilt and shame of those events for so long, but now I am finally free." Amanda says, her face aglow with happiness. "I know that I keep saying this, but I can never repay you for what you have done for me."

"Amanda, every day that you share with us is thanks enough. You are a beautiful and special person, inside and out, and we all are blessed by your presence in our family." I reply.

Sarah and Amanda are holding hands, their love for each other surrounding them like a light emanating from their souls. Sarah looks up, meeting my eyes, and mouths "Thank you!" to me silently. After my panic and unease of this morning, their love and happiness washes over me like a salve.

Finishing my bowl of cereal, I gather the dishes and take them to the sink. Sarah pushes me out of the way, taking over the dish washing. "I'll take care of this." she says, "You two have some unfinished business."

I feel a hand in mine, and turn to find that it is Amanda. She pulls me into a kiss, while molding her body to mine. As we separate, she smiles up at me, and says "I am ready now. Let's go make a baby!" Still holding my hand, she leads me up the stairs to my bedroom.

Closing the door, I turn to the bed, and find that Amanda has shed her robe, and is standing before me in the nude. Her beauty takes my breath away. I have always known that she is a beautiful girl, but I am not prepared for the sight of her naked. I can't help but take a moment to admire her loveliness. She is shorter than Sarah, only about 5'4, but her proportions are perfect. Her olive skin is smooth and flawless, complimented by her dark hair and eyes. Her overall build is that of a dancer, graceful and feminine, yet also toned and athletic. Like Sarah, her mound is completely without hair. Her breasts are perfect hemispheres standing proudly on her chest, with her nipples peaking out from behind her hair, which falls down to just below her ribs. Her nipples are small, but darker than Sarah's, and surrounded by small areola, also a shade darker than Sarah's. As I study her form, she turns, modeling for me, to give me a view of her backside. I see a twinkle in her eyes, as she is obviously enjoying my reaction to her body. Her back ripples with muscle as she twists back to watch my reaction. Below her back, her waist narrows before widening again at her hips. Her ass is round, firm and perfectly proportioned to her body. Below, her legs would make any dancer proud.

I begin to remove my clothes, and she watches with excitement in her eyes. As I finally stand before her naked, my cock standing at attention in front of me, her eyes sparkle. I was curious to see how she would react to the sight of my erection. Would she be frightened, after her traumatic history? Instead, she takes me in her hand, lightly exploring the shape and texture. As one hand reaches underneath to cup my balls, her other hand runs up my shaft to the head, which she caresses gently. As she begins to stroke me, tightening her grip, a moan escapes my lips. Looking up, as if startled out of her reverie, she watches my face as she begins to jack me off in earnest. Her grip is quite powerful for such small hands, and I know that she could bring me to climax quickly if she tried. Pulling her into my arms, I kiss her passionately, grabbing her ass to grind her groin against mine. I have never felt an ass like hers, smooth on the surface, but solid and muscular underneath. Our kiss leaves us gasping for air, as I gently push her down to sit on the bed.

Dropping to my knees in front of her, I spread her thighs to get my first look at her womanhood. Her puffy mound in split down the middle by her slit, with her outer lips closed tight. As I begin to kiss my way up her inner thigh, she sighs and lays back on the bed. I feel her body relax, and her thighs open fully to my advance. As I reach the top of her soft inner thigh, I kiss and lick my way completely around her mound, detecting no hint of hair or stubble. As I begin to gently lick her outer lips, I hear her moan, and feel her hands entangle in my hair, urging me on. As my tongue begins to part her lips, still tightly closed, I get my first taste of her. Her flavor is light and creamy, with less tartness than most. I allow my tongue to push inward, finding her tunnel, which I explore as far as my tongue will reach. She is wet and hot inside, but her outer lips are still closed.

Using my fingers, I pull back on either side, opening her to my gaze and tongue. Her clit is just beginning to appear out from under its protective hood, and I give it a tentative lick. I am rewarded by a low moan, and her hands in my hair now pull me to her, as her thighs open even wider. I suck her clit into my mouth, teasing it mercilessly with my tongue. Her juices begin to flow freely, so I insert my index finger to explore her depths. Finding little resistance, I insert a second finger, and begin to stroke them in and out of her while I continue my tonguing of her clit, now a firm little bud in my mouth. Her moans are getting stronger, and her hands have left my hair. Looking up, I see that she is fondling her breasts, squeezing and twisting her nipples. Soon after, I feel her body stiffen, as she arches her back and lets out a long sigh. I am relieved when she does not clench her thighs, as I envision that she could crush my skull between those powerful muscles if she did. I withdraw my fingers, and ease off with my tongue as I feel her body begin to relax. Sitting back, I look at her again, finding that her lips have only parted slightly after my ministrations.

Standing, I am greeted with a lovely vision. Amanda is lying on her back, with her ass on the edge of the bed and her legs dangling off the side. Her hair is splayed about her like an aurora, and she is watching me with half closed eyes. Her lips are curved up in a tiny smile, while her hands are still slowly rubbing her nipples.

"Thank you." she says quietly. "You really know how to break the ice. Now, please, make love to me." How could I refuse an invitation like that?

As I circle the bed to the side, she moves up until her head rests on a pillow, watching me expectantly. I crawl onto the bed, and take up position between her spread thighs. She reaches down and takes me in her hands, directing my tool to her waiting pussy. I feel her rub the head about her slit, wetting me with her juice, before pointing me at her prize. With a gentle push, I part her lips and find her opening. As I begin to enter her, her head lies back and her eyes close. Pushing in slowly, I enter her easily. She is tight, but not so tight as to cause either of us discomfort. A low moan escapes her lips as I slowly descend into her depths, finally bottoming out as our pelvises come into full contact. Lingering for a moment, I allow her to adjust to being stretched open before I proceed. Looking up into my eyes, she thrusts her hips up, encouraging me to begin.

I begin a slow grinding, rubbing or groins together while keeping my shaft at full depth. As I begin to feel her loosen up, I add some vertical motion, pulling out slightly before thrusting back in. Amanda grabs my ass, and begins to pull me in, adding force to my thrusts. I allow her to set the pace with her hands, and she starts out slow, but as her urgency increases, so does her pace. Soon, she is panting as she encourages me to pump her vigorously. I can feel my orgasm approaching, and hold back, waiting for some sign from her. As the urge to climax builds, her back arches like before, with the same sigh, almost as if the air is being let out of her. As her sigh becomes a low moan, I relax my control and allow my orgasm to take me. With each spurt of my seed into her depths, Amanda responds with a welcoming grunt. Both of our orgasms continue for some moments, as I continue to unload powerful jets of semen into her fertile womb. If her egg is there and waiting, surely this will do the trick.

As we finally calm down, Amanda looks up at me with loving eyes, as she strokes my hair.

"Thank you, for being so patient, and for making my first time so wonderful. This is exactly what I had hoped it would be like. You made love to me, in every sense of the word. If we did make a baby today, it will be a very special child." Pulling my head down, Amanda meets my lips. Our kiss lingers for some time, as we both express our love for each other through our lips. Only when I feel my softening organ begin to slip out of her do we part. Rolling onto my back beside her, we continue to cuddle, enjoying the pleasant afterglow of our lovemaking.



Just before noon, Amanda and I return to the kitchen, having showered together and dressed. Jenny and Sarah are gone, having taken the kids into town to do some shopping. Amanda and I pack a picnic lunch, and head toward the creek that runs along the backside of our property. Spreading a blanket under a large tree along the bank, we enjoy a satisfying lunch of sandwiches and fresh fruit. Afterwards, we stretch out on the blanket together, and share a quiet nap. About mid afternoon, I awaken to find that Amanda has unzipped my pants, and is stroking my erect cock. She has shed her clothes, and smiles coyly at me as I awaken.

"I wondered if you were going to wake up, or if I would have to have my way with you while you slept." Amanda says, her eyes alive with desire.

Amanda helps me out of my clothes, and then straddles me, directing my cock to her slit. I notice that her lips are still tightly closed, but part readily as she begins to settle down on my shaft. She is not as tight as this morning, and she quickly takes me in to full depth. Leaning over and placing her hands on the blanket beside my head, she begins to pump up and down on me, with her eyes locked to mine. Her dark eyes are heavy with desire, and she is soon lost in the experience of our union. Remembering her earlier actions, I reach up and cup her firm breasts, rolling her nipples between my thumbs and fingers. She groans in reaction to this stimulation, and her pace quickens. Leaning over further, she offers her breasts to my mouth, and I happily suck one nipple in, nibbling on it gently. This time, she moans loudly, and arches her back to force her breast to my mouth. Now using my mouth to stimulate her apparently very sensitive nipples, I reach around her to grab her ass to assist her motion on my cock. We are now pounding away, having abandoned all finesse in our lust. I feel her stiffen as her climax takes her, as her telltale sigh degenerates into a moan. With a few more thrusts, I join her, as my cock unloads its cargo into her, once again sending jets of semen into her depths. Collapsing down on top of me, our lips meet in a hungry kiss, as I continue to slowly stroke into her now squishy pussy. 

Afterwards, we lay for some time, with her still on top and me still embedded in her. She is so light that I don't mind her weight, and hold her to me in a warm embrace. Her breathing slows and becomes regular, and I realize that she has drifted off to sleep again. She only dozes for a few minutes, but I am in heaven, holding her while she sleeps on my chest, our bodies still joined. I stroke her back gently, reveling in her smooth skin, breathing in her scent. Before long, I realize that my cock has stopped shrinking, and is rising back to full erection. At my age, that is remarkable! Enjoying the sensation of my organ swelling inside her, I begin to gently pump into her. As I reach full hardness, I stroke with more force, grasping her ass for leverage. With a moan, she wakes, and her eyes lock with mine. She kisses me, forcing her tongue into my mouth. I moan back, sucking on her tongue, our breath now coming in gasps as we struggle for air around our locked lips.

Raising up on her arms, Amanda arches her back and drives her self back down on my cock. "Oh, my God, you are going to make me come again!" she says, her voice low and guttural in her lust. I raise my hips up off the blanket, supporting her weight while I pound into her with everything that I have. As her climax takes her away, she lets out a long moan instead of the sigh that she released in our past encounters. This time, instead of her body just stiffening, she begins to twitch and convulse on top of me, her moans punctuated by my thrusts. With this stimulation, I can hold back no more as my cock begins its ecstatic pulsing inside her. I have little semen left, but empty my reserves as I spasm over and over. Collapsing back onto the blanket, I hold her to me as her orgasm subsides. Finally, catching her breath, she looks into my eyes with wonder.

"Wow, where did that come from? I have never come like that in my life! Besides, I thought guys needed some time to recover." she says, her face showing her amazement.

"Usually, we do, but the feeling of you dozing on top of me, with me still inside you, brought me around again. The sensation of my cock hardening inside you was amazing! I have never done that before, so this is a day of firsts for us both." I reply.

Amanda kisses me again, before once again looking deeply into my eyes. "I love you, Josh. I hope you realize that."

"Yes, Amanda, I do realize that. I love you too, as a daughter, and now as a lover. Last night, after you fell asleep, I had some time to think. Our family is quite unusual, but we share a love that binds us all together. Each of us adds something different to the family, and each of us finds what we need to make us whole. Many people search their entire lives and never find what we have. Our family is very special, and I feel blessed to be a part of it." I reply.

Gathering our things, we dress and head back to the house, holding hands. As we enter the house, the rest of our family is home, and we are welcomed with love and joy. Jenny and Sarah both notice the change in us, and greet us with hugs and kisses. Sarah and Amanda go off to their room, no doubt to share how the day went, leaving Jenny and I together. Briefly remembering my dream from last night, I take her into my arms.

"Jenny, have I told you lately that I love you?" I ask.

"Yes, you have, but I never get tired of hearing it." she replies. We share a loving kiss, and then go off to tend to our children.



Jenny & Josh Ch. 04



Conclusion

Two months have passed since that fateful Labor Day weekend, when Sarah and Amanda announced that they wanted to have children, and selected me to do the honors. Despite the odds, both girls missed their periods the next month, and testing confirmed that they were pregnant. Talk in the town was centered around the vacation they both took at that time, and tongues wagged about how they could both come home pregnant from the same trip. At home, our loving family became even more loving, as we merged from two couples into a a quad relationship. While we still kept to our original pairing most of the time, we still found the time for swapping, not to mention group activities.

Jenny's due date was rapidly approaching. While she had no unusual episodes during her final trimester, I still had a nagging feeling that something wasn't right. The dream that I had that first night with Amanda had not returned, but had never fully left me either. As we moved into the final days before she was due, I was on pins and needles. I kept her close, and never missed an opportunity to tell her how much I loved her. Other than while I was at work, I stayed by her side, helping her in every way I could. Sarah and Amanda had arranged their schedule so that at least one of them was with her each day while I was gone.

I was sitting at my desk on a Tuesday afternoon when the call came. Jenny's water had broken, and Sarah was taking her to the hospital. I called Amanda at the store, and headed there myself. I arrived just as they were pulling in, and together we helped Jenny inside. This being her third child, labor progressed quickly. Only two hours after arriving, Jenny was in the birthing chair, with me at her side, holding her hand and offering encouragements. Everything was going normally, with me helping Jenny with her breathing while the doctor prepared for the episiotomy. We had all done this before, so the routine was familiar.

That is, until life threw me another curve.

I was holding Jenny's hand while she tried to resist the urge to push. She was panting through the contraction, when suddenly her face went white, and she screamed in pain. I turned to look at her in alarm, when I heard the doctor say "Oh, my God, she's hemorrhaging!" followed quickly by the nurse shouting "Her BP is falling, 80 over 60! Pulse 75."

Suddenly, the room exploded into activity. The doctor called for a unit of blood, while the nurse kept calling out her numbers. Jenny's blood pressure was dropping fast, and her pulse was fading. I put my face right in front of hers and started talking to her. I could see the fear in her eyes, and she maintained a tight grip on my hand.

"Jenny, you are going to be OK. Just stay with me, you hear? Stay with me!" I said. The doctor shouted for someone to notify surgery to be ready for an emergency. I looked down at him, working feverishly at Jenny's groin, and noticed that there was a lot of blood. The activity in the room began to fade into the background as I tried to keep Jenny there, talking to her desperately, begging her to stay with me.

Jenny's face went calm, as if the pain had disappeared. Looking directly into my eyes, she said "Josh, I love you so much." then her eyes went dim and her grip on my hand went slack. Dimly, I heard the nurse say that she had lost the pulse, followed by the doctor telling someone to get me out of there. Hands grabbed me and I was pushed toward the door. As I looked back, just before the door closed, I saw Jenny lying lifeless and pale in the birthing chair, and the doctor covered in blood. Everyone was shouting, but I could no longer understand what they were saying. I turned away from the door, the world going blurry from the tears in my eyes. In a daze, I moved towards the chairs outside the delivery room. Before I could get there, the room began to swim before my eyes. I heard someone scream Jenny's name, and was vaguely aware that it was me. I remember seeing the floor coming closer, then a bright light went off in my head, and there was only darkness.



When I awoke, I was in a strange room, mostly dark. I was in bed, but couldn't figure out how I got there, or where I was. My arm felt funny, and my head ached something fierce. I also had something in my nose. As my eyes slowly regained focus, I could see in IV stand above me, with a tube leading down to my arm. There was a monitor next to my bed, displaying what must be my pulse. With a start, I remembered. Bolting up in the bed, I yelled out "Jenny!" into the darkness, only to have a searing pain in my head cause me to collapse back down. I heard a voice in the room, but before I could figure out who it was, or what they were saying, blackness took me again.



When I next awoke, the pain in my head had eased somewhat, and I could focus better. I avoided raising up again, remembering what had happened the last time. I blinked until my eyes cleared, and saw that I was in the same room, but the light was better now. Was it daytime? How long had I been out? Then, I remembered. This time, instead of a yell, it came out more as a sob: "Jenny!" I cried.

Someone stirred by my side, and I heard my name called.

"Dad, you're awake! Oh, thank God! I thought we had lost you!" It was Sarah. She had been sitting by my side, and had fallen asleep in her chair. I could now see her bending over me. Her faced was etched with fear, her eyes swollen from crying.

"Sarah." I cried, tears flowing freely down my face. "Oh, my God, Sarah. Jenny..." was all I could get out. My head still hurt, but my heart was broken. "Jenny!" I screamed, ignoring the pain in my head.

"Dad, Jenny is going to be OK. Do you hear me? Jenny is OK." Sarah's words seemed distant, but did penetrate my despair and pain.

Looking up at my daughter, I managed to focus on her face. "Jenny is OK?" I said. "But I saw her..."

"No, Dad, she is OK. It was touch and go there for awhile, but she pulled through. She is in another room, under close watch, but the doctor says she is doing well. The baby is also OK. Do you hear me? Both of them are going to be OK!" Sarah's face is only inches in front of me now, and I can see tears rolling down her cheek. I feel her hand in mine, and squeeze it to let her know that I have heard.

Jenny is OK? And the baby? Sarah holds me while I cry, unable to speak. Questions begin to form in my head, but before I can ask any of them, the darkness comes again.



I wake up again, this time with a clearer head. The room is dark again, but I remember quickly. I am in the hospital, although I still don't know why. I remember Jenny, and Sarah telling me that she was OK. Slowly, I turn my head, and see Sarah sleeping in the chair at my side. How long has she been there? I try to reach over to her, but I still have an IV in my arm. Finding my voice, I call her name. "Sarah."

With a start, Sarah wakes up. Seeing me watching her, she manages a smile.

"Hey, you. Feeling better?" she asks.

"I think so. My head doesn't hurt so much now, and my mind is clearing. How is Jenny?" I ask.

"Jenny is better. She lost a lot of blood before the doctor could get the hemorrhaging under control, but she is much better now." Sarah replies. I can see the relief in her eyes.

"What happened?" I ask. My tongue feels thick, making it hard to talk. I see a glass of water on the bedside table, and try to reach for it. Sarah jumps up and holds the glass while I take a sip.

"Her uterus ruptured. Apparently she had a fibroid tumor that had not been diagnosed. Under the stress of labor, it ruptured. Once they got her to surgery, the baby was delivered by C-Section, and the bleeding was stopped." Sarah answered. "Dad, there is more. The damage was irreparable. They had no choice but to do an emergency hysterectomy. Jenny will never be able to have children again." Tears are now flowing down Sarah's face again.

"Does she know?" I ask, my tongue still thick and slow.

"Yes, she knows. She did not wake up until the next day, and we told her then. She took it pretty well, all things considered." Sarah replies.

My heart goes out to Jenny, wherever she is. "When can I see her?" I ask.

"Maybe tomorrow, if you are feeling up to it. She has been asking for you. It would do her a world of good to see you." Sarah manages a bit of a smile, but I still see tears in her eyes.

My head is swimming again, but I still have more questions. "Why am I here?" I manage to say, forcing my tongue to cooperate.

"When they ran you out of the room, you screamed her name in the hall, and then collapsed. You hit your head on a chair on the way down. The doctor says you have a major concussion, which is why your head hurts. They have kept you sedated most of the time, and on meds. That is why you are having trouble talking." Sarah strokes my cheek, still crying. "We have been worried sick about you. For awhile, I thought I was going to lose you both."

"How long have I been out?" I ask, feeling the encroaching darkness again.

"Four days." I hear Sarah say, before I sink back into darkness.



I awaken again, this time more aware. I can see the clock on the wall, and it is 8:30, apparently in the morning, as I see sun coming in the window. Gingerly, I ease up to a sitting position, with only a minor throb in my head. Sarah is gone, but I see Amanda in her place at my side. She was reading, but sits up and smiles at seeing me awake and alert.

"Welcome back, Dad. You are looking much better. The doctor reduced your meds overnight, and said that you were much improved." Amanda gets up and gives me a hug, and a kiss on the cheek.

"Yes, I feel better. My head is clear again, and doesn't hurt so much." I reach up and gently feel my head where it hurts, and find a lump on my skull. I still have the IV, and am aware of an oxygen tube at my nose. A strange sensation at my groin gets my attention, and I reach down and feel a catheter coming out of my penis.

Amanda sees my concern. "The doctor will be by shortly on his morning rounds. He told me last night that if you were better, you would be disconnected. If so, then you will be able to go see Jenny today, and maybe even go home."

I lay back down as gingerly as I sat up. Sarah hands me a cup of water, and I am able to drink on my own. I am aware that my stomach is empty. "Do they serve breakfast in this joint?" I say, just as the doctor walks into the room.

"Well, that is a good sign! Not only awake, but fussing about the service!" I recognize Dr. Sanchez, who I have known for years. He walks to my side and shakes my hand.

"I feel great, Doc, but I would feel much better without all of these tubes, and some food in my belly. After that, I want to go see Jenny." I squeeze his hand firmly, letting him know that my strength is returning.

"Well, let me check you out, but I think we can do that today. Amanda, if you will excuse us for awhile." Amanda gives me a kiss, and leaves the room. The nurse who came in with the doctor closes the door, and also comes over to my side. Doc checks my vitals, listens to my heart, and checks my pupils. After that, he tells the nurse to remove my IV. With the IV gone, they then raise my gown and remove the catheter that has been draining my bladder. I grab onto the side rails and clench my jaw at the burning sensation as the catheter is pulled free.

"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" says the doctor, with a smile.

"Easy for you to say" I reply.

After that, the nurse gives me a sponge bath, and I feel almost human again. As she leaves, she opens the door and motions for Amanda to come back in. I look around, and find the bed control attached near my shoulder. Pushing the button, I raise up to a sitting position. Yeah, almost human, I think.

Amanda waits with me, catching me up on what has happened while I was out. Soon, an orderly brings me a breakfast tray. Juice, green jello, and apple sauce. Breakfast of champions! I eat like a man who hasn't eaten in days, finishing it all off.

"Now, how about some eggs, bacon, toast, and fruit?" I ask.

Amanda laughs, her eyes reflecting her relief at seeing me return to my old self. "Maybe I can sneak in something for you later." she says.

After breakfast, the nurse comes by and checks my vitals again. Nodding her head approvingly, she says that I can try getting up, if I feel up to it. With help, I manage to stand, and walk the few steps over to the sink. I splash some water on my face, and return to the bed. Instead of getting in, I sit down in the chair. I am weak, but it feels good to be out of the bed for a change. The nurse is impressed, and tells us that after lunch she will send by a wheel chair so that I can go see Jenny.

"Thank you." I reply. "You have just made my day!" She smiles and waves as she leaves the room.

The day drags along. I get back into bed, and take a short nap before lunch. Lunch arrives, more juice and jello, but with some pudding this time, and a weak broth of some kind. I eat it all, and can feel some strength returning. After lunch is cleared away, I get back up and go to the toilet, managing to urinate on my own, and pass some gas. Feeling much better, I walk back to the chair, and wait anxiously for permission to go see Jenny. It is now Sunday afternoon, and I haven't seen Jenny since last Tuesday, in the birthing room.

After what seems like ages, an orderly shows up with a wheel chair. I stand up and move to the chair without assistance, sitting down and putting my feet on the supports. Amanda takes over, and wheels me down the hall and into the elevator. We go up one flight, exiting on the third floor. Down the hall, we stop at room 317. Amanda knocks gently, and then pushes the door open and wheels me inside. Seeing Jenny in the bed, holding something, I motion for Amanda to stop.

Standing up, I walk slowly over to the bed and kiss my wife. Jenny hugs me with her free arm, and there are tears in both of our eyes. I hear the door close, and look back to see that Amanda has left us alone.

"Have I told you lately that I love you?" I ask.

"No, but I have always known." Jenny replies, tears streaming down her face. "I have missed you so much! You had me worried, old man."

"Jenny, the last time I saw you, I thought you were gone. I only found out yesterday that you were OK!" I say, tears also streaming down my face. "I am sorry that I wasn't there for you when you woke up."

"Did Sarah tell you the news?" Jenny asks. "I will never be able to have children again!" I can see the pain in her face even through my tears.

"Jenny, you have already given me three beautiful children, so I count myself as very lucky. I am just glad you are OK." I stroke her cheek, wiping away the tears. Looking down at the bundle in her arms, I see our child sleeping contentedly.

Jenny smiles for the first time, and gently shifts the baby to give me a better look. "Josh, this is Elizabeth Ann Daniels, our daughter. Elizabeth, this is your Dad!" We both laugh and cry, all at the same time. Elizabeth is beautiful, like her mother.

Jenny and I spend the afternoon together, until the nurse comes in and announces that I have to leave and let her get some rest. I kiss Jenny tenderly on the lips, and Elizabeth on the forehead. I walk over to the door, and but stop before going out. Looking back, I see the nurse gently take Elizabeth and put her in the crib next to the bed. Jenny looks at me, and blows me a kiss. I mouth "I love you" to her, and leave the room.

Amanda is waiting for me outside, with the wheel chair. I give her a hug, but walk down the hall to the elevator, then back to my room. We sit in the room, chatting, until a nurse comes by and gives me the release forms. I sign the papers, listen to her instructions and admonitions, and then get dressed. I want to walk out, but rules are rules, so I ride in the wheel chair. Amanda brings the car around, and I get in the passenger side for the trip home. We ride home in silence, as I watch the familiar sights pass by.

At home, Sarah meets us at the door, with Vicki and Chris. Vicki gives me a hug and a kiss, and I kiss little Chris. Amanda takes the kids, and Sarah comes into my arms. We share a tender moment, and a loving kiss, before moving inside. I am feeling tired, but relieved to be home, and settle down on the couch in the living room. The girls feed and bathe the kids, and I kiss them goodnight before they head off to bed. Once they are settled, the girls fix me a simple dinner of bland scrambled eggs, toast with jam, and a cup of green tea. After the hospital food, it seems like a feast! While we eat, I listen to the girls talk, but still feel an emptiness inside. The doctor told me that Jenny won't be able to come home for a few more days, and we have never been apart since we came together over three years ago!

Telling the girls that I am tired, I slowly climb the stairs to my empty bedroom. I spend some time in the bathroom, getting undressed, brushing my teeth, and getting ready for bed. When I open the door and enter the bedroom, I find both Sarah and Amanda already in bed. I look at them in surprise, but before I can ask, they explain.

"Dad, we know that you haven't slept alone since meeting Jenny, and we aren't about to let you do so now. If you don't mind sharing your bed with us, we will keep you company until Jenny comes home." Sarah says. She gets up, throwing back the covers for me to crawl in. Both are nude, as am I. We quickly cuddle up together, with me spooned up against Sarah's back, and Amanda behind me. I am in no shape for any adventures, but appreciate their warmth and affection. I had resigned myself to sleeping alone, but instead find myself sandwiched between two beautiful young women. Exhausted, I fall asleep in minutes, and sleep through till morning.

It is still early when I wake, 6:30 by the clock. Amanda is gone, rising early to tend to the kids, but I am still spooned against Sarah's back, with my arm around her, holding her close. Her breathing is slow and regular, and I am no where near ready to get up, so I just relax and enjoy the contact of our two bodies. Her hair is spread out on the pillow in front of my face, and I breathe in her scent. Isn't it remarkable how every woman has a different scent? My hand is resting on Sarah's belly, just below her breasts, which I can feel against my arm. Her belly is still flat and firm, with no sign yet of the life growing inside her. Gently, so as not to rouse her from her slumber, I run my hand across her stomach, feeling it rise and fall with her breathing. My baby, our child, is only about a half inch now, yet already has eyes, hands, feet, lungs, and a beating heart. Is it a boy, or a girl? Either way, with Sarah as its mother, it will be special.

Moving my hand slowly back up, I gently cup one of her breasts. Already they feel heavier, as pregnancy begins to change her body, preparing for motherhood. Pregnant women are so beautiful, and so sexy, that I eagerly await the changes to come. I have gone through three pregnancies with Jenny, and now, with both Sarah and Amanda expecting, I will be in heaven!

To my surprise, my cock is rising, and I shift my body to allow it to nestle in the crack of Sarah's ass. I feel no pain in my head, so I relax into the wonderful sensation, pressing my hard cock against my daughter's backside. Still cupping her breast, I find her nipple with my index finger, and tease it gently, feeling it grow under my touch.

"Wow, you must be feeling better!" Sarah says, her hand coming up to caress her breast with mine. She sighs, rubbing her firm ass against my cock, now so hard that it feels like it will explode at any moment. Turning her head, she offers her lips to me, which I accept gladly. While we kiss, I can't help rubbing my cock against her, drawing a low moan from her throat.




Jenny & Josh Ch. 04



Raising one leg, she opens herself to me. Shifting myself down slightly in the bed, I free my cock from between her cheeks, and bring it to bear at her from behind. She is very wet, and I slip easily inside. Still caressing her breasts, I gently kiss her on the shoulder while I slowly ease in and out, in and out, setting up a rhythm. The only sounds I hear are our breathing, now coming faster, and the soft squishing sound of our mating. I can feel the pressure building in my loins, telling me that I won't be making a marathon session out of this, but I want the act to last as long as possible. After days in the hospital, and the emotional turmoil of those events, I need this. Not just the release, unloading my pent up sperm, but the joyous embrace of our making love. My heart was broken, and needs this healing act every bit as much as my loins.

Sarah, sensing that I am getting close, reaches down and begins to massage her clit, quickly pushing herself over the brink. I feel her back arch, her muscles stiffen, and she lets out a long moan, as she too releases the tension of the last few days. Holding her while she convulses in orgasm, I let go myself. My cock swells inside her, and unleashes a flood into her hot passage. I continue thrusting while I spasm over and over, releasing not only my cum, but all the pain, anxiety, and doubt, washing my soul clean.

For some time, we lie together, still joined, sharing gentle kisses and reveling in the simple touch of our bodies. When at last my limp tool drops from her, Sarah rolls over and we entangle our bodies in a kiss. Finally rising, Sarah takes my hand, and leads me to the shower, where our loving kisses and fondling continues, assisted by soap and warm water. Clean and refreshed, and feeling better than I have in many days, we head downstairs together to greet the day.



For the next several days, we set up a routine. I spend each day at the hospital with Jenny, as she gradually recovers from her ordeal. Each night I spend with one of the two girls, as Sarah and Amanda take turns. Each night, one of them sleeps with me, while one stays at the hospital, keeping Jenny company through the long nights. Whether by suggestion, or hormonal changes, the girls sexual appetite is increasing, just as it always had with Jenny. Each night, I go to sleep with a smile on my face and the pleasant exhaustion that only comes from getting thoroughly fucked. Needless to say, I sleep extremely well, and my strength returns quickly.

This routine continues for a week, until the following weekend when Jenny is finally released. Although I have certainly enjoyed the constant attention of the girls, I can't wait to hold my darling Jenny in my arms again! Saturday finally comes, and the entire family loads into the van to make the trip into town to bring Jenny home. 



That evening, I help Jenny up the stairs and to bed. Snuggling together for the first time in many days, we hold each other close, enjoying the simple contact of our embrace. It will be some time before Jenny will be physically up to sex, but all that matters is that she is home, and we are together. We hold each other for many minutes, and I am wondering if she has fallen asleep when I feel a tear fall onto my chest.

"Jenny, what's wrong? Are you in pain?" I ask.

"No, at least not much. With all of the activity of the day, I am a bit sore, but that's not the problem." Jenny replies. I know that prodding her isn't going to work, so I just wait, knowing that she will open up when she is ready.

"I'm just depressed. The one thing that I was really good at was having babies, and that is over now. I know that we already have three, and that I couldn't go on hatching kids forever, but this was so sudden, and so final. It will take me time to get over it, that's all." I can hear the disappointment in her voice, and I certainly understand. It is also evident that there is more to this. I hug her, but wait for the rest to come out.

After a minute of silence, where I can almost hear the wheels turning in her mind, Jenny finally gets to the root of her fear.

"If I can't have babies, what am I good for? I know how you feel, that I am most attractive when I am pregnant. Will you even still be interested in me? Will you still love me?" Jenny is now crying, and the last part is barely audible, as if she was really talking to herself more than me.

"Jenny, I have always loved you, whether you were pregnant or not. I was happy to make babies with you, and I will be happy to raise them with you, but it is you that is important to me. I will still love you long after our babies are grown and gone." I answer. "You are my life now. Vicki, and Chris, and Elizabeth, and Sarah and Amanda are all a part of me now, and I love them dearly, but you are the center of my universe. If I had lost you back there, I don't know how I could have ever gone on."

Jenny wipes the tears from her eyes, and even in the dark I can see a bit of sparkle return to their depths.

"I love you, Josh, more than life itself." she tells me, caressing my cheek.

"And I love you, Jenny, until the end of time." I tell her, gently kissing her lips.

We continue to cuddle, holding each other close, until I hear her breathing slow as she drifts off to sleep. Jenny is sleeping in my arms, and my heart is content. Closing my eyes, I join my love in slumber.