14 comments/ 78684 views/ 86 favorites Katie's Wedding Day By: Lady_Ess In a few hours I'll be married. I almost can't believe it. Dad's going to walk me down the aisle of the church to James, we'll stand in front of the priest, say and do all the things we have to say and do, and then I'll be James's wife. I'll no longer be Miss Kathryn Murphy, but Mrs James Walker. Sweet James. I'm sure he'll be a good husband and I've made the right choice in agreeing to marry him. I think. Getting married at 23 seems young I know, but when else am I going to meet a guy like James again? He's decent looking in that frat boy kind of way, well education, really nice and I hate to admit it, but he also comes from a wealthy family. Please don't get me wrong! I'm not a gold digger, I'm really not, but I know that if I marry James I'll always be looked after and that's so important to my father. Poor Dad. The last 10 years have been hard on him. When Mom left I was only 13 and I thought she was a bitch, so I didn't realize how tough things were on Dad until I was a lot older. I was also a bratty teenager and not at all grateful for how hard Dad worked to raise me by himself. After losing his job managing a small car-parts factory four years ago, he ended up working as a barman in a restaurant. He's a great barman and takes pride in caring for his customers, but I know he could do so much more with his life if he wasn't always putting pressure on himself to look after me. It doesn't help that my college degree is useless in this economy so I guess it was a good thing I met James when I did. There's a knock on the door and Dad calls out to ask if he can come in. The hairdresser and makeup artists we hired went 20 minutes ago so I'm sitting in my bedroom in front of my mirror with my long black hair perfectly styled to cascade down my shoulders. My makeup is all done, my eyebrows are neatly trimmed (just like my hair down below!) and I have dark long eyelashes that contrast gorgeously with the lip-gloss that highlight my full lips - perfect for kissing and, well, you know! I look pretty. No, I look beautiful - I don't mind saying it. My tiara and long white veil are sitting on my head, and my slinky white wedding dress covers me from my knees to my waist. However, my breasts are exposed, as I haven't been able to pull up my dress over them yet. I must have had my dress fitted when I wasn't ovulating, which I am now. My breasts expand slightly in size at this time of the month and I didn't factor that in when I first tried on the dress, which I wanted as tight as possible. It's stupid as this has been a problem I'm had all my adult life - I'm constantly alternating between wearing a large B cup and a small C cup. It's so annoying! I sit up straight, smile at myself in the mirror, push my chest out to admire my slightly fuller than usual breasts and have a wicked thought. I call out to tell Dad he can come in. "Katie, I just wanted to see how you were getting on... Jesus! Katie!" "Oh come on Daddy, it's not like you haven't seen them before." "Yes, but it's your wedding day sweetie. Not very appropriate." I roll my eyes and ask him to help me pull my dress up. He's surprised that I won't be wearing a bra, but starts tugging up the back on my dress. And I'm right; he has seen my breasts plenty of times before. The past few years we have grown very close to each other. It's hard to describe, but we've become very affectionate and intimate. We've shared a bed on more than one occasion and we both sleep nude. Nothing gets said; one of us just slides into bed with the other and we drift off to sleep pressed up together. Sometimes I've felt his erection pressing into me. We greet each other with kisses on the lips and a few times when we've both had a few drinks we used our tongues to kiss a bit more deeply. And we're completely casual about going into the bathroom while the other is showering. I make jokes about Dad being tall, dark and handsome, but with a cute Dad-bod; he jokes about how I have his Irish lily-white skin, but my Mom's Italian curves and fiery attitude. "God damn it Katie," Dad says as I suck in my chest deeply so he can pull my dress all the way up, "What's going on here?" "My breasts are bigger than when I got fitted Dad. It happens to me when I ovulate. James and I planned the wedding for this time of the month so we could start a family on our wedding night." "Okay, I see," says Dad as he finally pulled my dress up into place. "Katie, is this really what you want? To start a family so young? Hell, to get married so young? To James?" I was silent for a moment while I thought about this. "I do want babies soon Dad, yeah. But James... I don't know... oh God..." Dad walked around in front of me, knelt down and hugged me tight, "Katie, please tell me you're not doing this for me. I love that you still live with me and I'm happy supporting you." I stoked Dad's face, "Dad, I know. But I have to grow up and move on. It's just that, James... I mean, he's really nice Dad, but he's so dull!" "No kidding sweetie," Dad smiled sadly. "Tell me, does he look after you in bed?" I know that may seem a weird question for a father to ask his daughter, but ever since I turned 18 we've been completely open about our sex lives. I tell him about dates and the occasional one nightstand, and he tells me about any wild stuff he sees at the restaurant, like the other night when a guy his age was feeling up a girl who was even younger than me right at the bar, and didn't even notice my Dad was there. Sometimes while telling each other stories we've laid down next to each other and masturbated in the same bed. "Seriously Katie, is James a good fuck? I know you. You're my daughter and therefore you're constantly horny like me. So this kind of thing is important." "James is gentle and generous Dad and I cum at least half of the time." "Wow. Sounds amazing Katie," Dad smirked. "Stop it! He's fine. He's just... he's only 25 and I prefer much older guys. You know that. I like men with experience who don't take being with a girl my age for granted." "I would never take you for granted," said Dad as he started to stroke the side of my face, "And I would always make you cum." "I know you would Dad," I smile sadly and hold his hand to my cheek. "James doesn't even go down on me." "What the hell? What the fuck is wrong with him?" Dad shook his head in disbelief, "No Katie, no, that's just wrong." "Dad, calm down. It's just not something guys seem to do these days." Dad's hand dropped from my face and down to my knees in front of where he was kneeling, "Katie, please tell me you've had at least one man go down on you before." "Dad, no. I guess not." Dad ran his hands up over my thighs, pushing my white wedding dress all the way up to my waist, exposing the tops of my white stockings and my white panties. "Katie, there is no way you are getting married without having enjoyed the feeling of getting your pussy eaten." "Dad, cut it out," I giggled as he pushed my legs wide apart and shuffled himself in between them. I made a halfhearted effort to close my legs, but he held them firmly apart. "Katie, I'm serious." "Daddy, you can't do this! I'm your daughter!" "Oh my Katie. You just called me Daddy! You only do that when you get excited. Like the time I fingered you after your 21st birthday party." "Oh my god Daddy! That was you?" He pulled my lacy white panties aside and twisted them around so they would stay pushed aside, with my pussy exposed. "I was so drunk that night." "Yes, Katie it was me and you knew it too. Just like the night I came home drunk after loosing my job at the factory and you jerked me off on the couch." I went bright red, "I had no idea remember that Daddy", I said as he kissed the inside of my thighs, "But this is different Daddy, this is taking things to a whole new level and seriously, I'm getting married in a few—oh God!" Daddy ran his tongue up my pussy lips. "Oh Daddy!" I spread my legs as wide as I could and clutched the back of his head. His hands grabbed my hips as he licked up the length of my pussy a few more times. It felt amazing! And then his mouth covered my sensitive little clit as his tongue started to lightly flick over it. I cried out in pleasure and pushed his head gently into my pussy to make sure he stayed on the right spot. His hands left my hips and travelled up to the front of my dress. While he struggled earlier to get my breasts into the dress, Daddy had no trouble pulling the top down to free them again so he could delicately brush his fingers over my rock hard nipples. I looked across the room into the long mirror on my cupboard door and saw myself: a blushing bride in a white veil, her breasts exposed and being fondled, her white wedding dress bunched up around her waist and her long legs spread wide apart with her father between them, his head buried in her crotch. The sensation of having my clit licked and nipples touched, combined with the shocking awareness that it was my own father doing the licking and touching, was exquisite. I was getting close to cumming, arched my spine and let my head hang back to surrender to the pleasure. Fuck. How long have I wanted something like this to happen? How long have I been pretending that all the times I had fooled around Daddy was innocent and I didn't yearn for anything more? My orgasm began to ripple up from my pussy and just as it started Daddy stopped flicking his tongue and pressed it flat and hard against my clit. That sent me over the edge. I screamed in ecstasy and wrapped my legs tight around Daddy's head as I had one of the best orgasms of my life. Daddy lifted his head out from my pussy and smiled up at me, his face dripping with all the juices that had washed over him, "So I guess you enjoyed that babygirl." I could barely breathe, 'Oh my God Daddy, that was amazing!" "I'm glad you liked it baby, " he said as he lifted himself up and leaned in to me for a kiss. "Daddy, no, my make-up!" Too late. Daddy kissed me hard on the lips and our mouths and tongues hungrily entwined themselves with each other. I could feel his light stubble on my chin and cheeks, and the taste of my own pussy in my mouth. I heard a clinking and then a zipping sound and realized Daddy was undoing his belt and pants. He reached down between my legs and drenched his hand in the juices that were still pouring from my pussy. I was now super sensitive down there and gave a little yelp at Daddy's touch. His cock was out and pointing straight at my breasts. He stroked his cock with the hand covered in my pussy juice and soon it was slick and wet. Daddy then leant forward so his cock was hard on my chest, and pushed my breast together so his cock was pressed in between them. He then started rocking his hips back and forward so his cock would slide up and down between my breasts. "God damn you've got great tits Katie. I've always wanted to do this." My own father was tit-fucking me. I looked down at the tip of his hard cock appearing and disappearing between my cleavage, licked my lips and looked up at my father. "You know Daddy, since I'm sure my lipstick is ruined anyway, why don't you—hmph!" Daddy had read my mind and with a quick adjustment to how he was standing, had slid his cock from my breasts and into my mouth. I began bobbing my head back and forth, while flicking my tongue over the tip. I looked up at him and playfully raised my eyebrows. "Oh Katie, you have the mouth of an angel. Lick my balls sweetheart." I took my mouth off his cock and did as I was told, running my tongue down his shaft, and getting right down under his hairy balls where I sucked and licked him. With one hand I jerked him while my mouth continued to move around his sack. I took a brief moment to pull my lips away and ask, "You like that Daddy?" "Hell yes I do Katie. You do that so much better than your mother ever did." "Good Daddy. It's a talent I've tried to perfect." "Mmmmm , my daughter the expert cock-sucker." "Glad you think so. James isn't into it. He doesn't like anything oral." "Your husband-to-be is a fucking moron Katie. Oh fuck, I'm going to cum. Put it back in your mouth darling." I ran my tongue back up Daddy's shaft and took as much of his cock as I could into my warm, wet mouth. I placed my hands on his hips and he started to buck in and out of my mouth. I looked up at his straining face and felt so much pride that I could make my own father feel this good. I squeezed my legs together, enjoying the squelchy wet feeling in my pussy and the still fading sensation of my own orgasm as my mouth was filled with three quick burst of Daddy's salty cum. I swallowed as best as I could with his cock still pumping in and out of my mouth, but his cum kept on flooding out. Dad fell back onto the floor and as I gasped for air, a mouthful of cum ran out from both sides of my mouth, down my chin and onto my breasts. I sat there panting, with my father's cum on my face. "Well that took the edge off, " Dad said after a while, "I won't be so nervous walking you down the aisle to shit-for brains." I laughed and grabbed a tissue to clean up the cum off my breasts. "Dad, he's going to be my husband. You can't say that." "Well, damn it Katie, I'm your father and I am going to say it: I don't care how well connected or rich his dull family are, he's not good enough for you." "Well who is Daddy? Come on. James treats me well and is willing to start a family with me. It's not like I'm ever going to find a copy of you to marry instead." My father said nothing, stood up and did his pants up. He looked at me and said, "You don't need a copy of me Katie. I'm right here. You can have me." "Dad... no. Seriously Daddy. I know we've been fooling around the last few years and what we just did then was so—" "It was incredible, Katie. I wish we'd taken that step sooner." "It was incredible and yes I agree, but... shit, you're my father! Girls don't marry their fathers!" "I never said anything about marriage Katie. Don't treat me like an idiot. I know the law. I disagree with it, but I'm well aware of it. I just think you and I should be together. We can make it work." I started crying. I didn't mean to, but I was so confused. Deep down in my heart I've always known I loved Daddy and while I was happy to marry James for the security, I knew life with him wouldn't be fulfilling. But what Daddy was proposing was insane. He sat down beside me, hugged me and handed me a tissue to clean up my tears. He helped pull up my dress once more and I untwisted my panties and moved them back in place. We didn't speak a word until Dad announced that he'd call the makeup girl we hired to get her to come back and fix up my face, with its tear streaks, smeared lipstick and foundation ruined by the trails of cum that had spilled out of my mouth. As we waited Dad told me once again about the other night when a guy about his age was feeling up a girl who looked 18 or 19-years-old. Dad had become obsessed with this story and it clearly turned him on, but this time he included a detail he hadn't included before: the girl was the man's own daughter. "How do you know that?" "I heard her call him Dad. And then I asked him is she really was his daughter." "You asked him? Jesus Dad, you could have got into big trouble!" "I know, but I had to find out. Fortunately, he was more than happy to confirm the fact and told me he had plans for her that night. He then spent the next hour fingering her under their table while his wife got drunk, completely oblivious to what was going on." "Why are you telling me this Dad?" "Because it's fucking hot. And to prove to you that there are fathers and daughters who have relationships like this, but they just have to be careful who they do and don't tell." It was a hot story and I was turned on. I wonder if the guy in Dad's story ended up fucking his daughter. I wonder if that's what Dad really wants to do with me. Do I want that? Could I maybe see Dad on the sly once I get back from my honeymoon with James? That could work. "Dad, maybe if—" The makeup girl walked in, looked at me and rolled her eyes, and then looked a bit closer and frowned. She shot Dad an accusatory glare and demanded he leave us girls alone to get ready without distraction or interference. Dad told me he'd wait outside in the limousine he hired to take him and me to the church. The makeup girl worked quietly and quickly, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I was feeling so many things right now. An immense hunger for my Dad, both emotionally and physically, regret that this was only happening now, sorrow for the fact I was about to marry James and nervousness at what might happen at the wedding. Would Dad say or do anything? Would I? I then had the sad realization that cheating on James with Dad once we got back from our honeymoon was going to be really difficult. I was also depressed at the possibility that once I was pregnant with James's baby, Dad may no longer want anything to do with me. Once I was ready the makeup girl winked at me and told me not to let my Dad mess up my face again. I must have looked horrified as she then quickly reassured me that she's seen it before, she doesn't judge people and our secret was safe with her. She laughed and said I was a lucky girl to have a Dad like that but boy it's annoying when people get carried away and make a mess of all her hard work! We laughed and she sent me out to the limousine that was to take me to the church, while she stayed behind to pack up. I walked outside, once more looking immaculate with my hair and makeup done perfectly, and my cute little tiara on my head with my white veil flowing out down my back. My crisp virginal white wedding dress started at my knees and tightly stretched up over my swollen breasts, leaving my shoulders and upper back bare. It was a classic dress and when I saw the way my father looked at me I felt so sexy in it. Dad opened my door for me and gave my ass a little squeeze as I climbed into the back seat of the limo. He then walked around to the door on the other side and got in. He reached out his right hand and clasped my left hand, our fingers interlocking. He then used his left hand to rap his knuckles on the closed window between the back seat and the front seat where the driver was patiently awaiting. The driver gave the thumbs up and we were off, on the way to the church where James was waiting for me. "Katie, that was amazing back there." "Yeah, I know Daddy. It was amazing for me too" "Sweetheart, I'm sorry I lost my temper before, and no matter what happens, you are my daughter and I want us to stay close." "Me too Daddy. It won't be easy, but we'll find a way to keep doing stuff when we can." "Well, how about now?" I thought Dad was kidding, but he unzipped his pants and pulled out his firm and hard cock. Wow. Not only was that a super quick recovery for a man his age, but his cock was even harder than before. "Daddy, I can't! My make-up!" "You don't have to use your mouth Katie." "You want me to jerk you off Daddy?" There was silence as Dad looked at me, his hard cock throbbing between his legs. "No Katie, that's not what I want. Pull off your panties." I gasped and look Daddy in the eyes. He was serious. Without thinking I reached up under my dress, lifted my bottom off the car seat, hooked my thumbs under my panty elastic and slid them down over my white stockings. I let them drop by themselves around my ankles, took one foot out and then spread my legs, with the panties still dangling from one of my heels. Daddy took off his seat belt, slid over to me, undid my seatbelt and pushed me back onto the limo seat. Breathing hard he told me to spread my legs wider and pull up my wedding dress. I obeyed my father. He then took his cock in his hand and began sliding the head up and down my pussy lips, which were already slick and wet with desire. Katie's Wedding Day "Oh Daddy, that feels nice... Keep doing that." "Katie, what do you think is happening here?" I looked puzzled, "You're rubbing your cock on my pussy? I mean, that's it right? Anything more would be... you know..." "Incest?" "Well yeah." "Katie, I think it's safe to say we crossed over into incest a while ago even if I'm yet to fuck you. And I should have fucked you long ago my beautiful bride. So that's why I'm going to fuck you now. Better late than never." I don't know whether I'm naïve or just delusional about what was happening, but when Daddy said this, positioned his cock at my wet little hole and started pushing in, I was shocked. I was also dying to feel him inside me, but I had to fight that desire. "Daddy, no!" I put my hands on his chest and tried to push him off, although I knew that I was deliberately using no effort to do so whatsoever. "This is so wrong Daddy, I'm in my wedding dress and going to the church for goodness sake!" "I know and you look so lovely," Daddy said as he sunk his cock another inch into my pussy. "Katie, we've been crazy not to do this until now and this may be our last chance for a very long time. Let me fuck you Katie. I want to fuck my little girl." Daddy was half way inside me now and my pussy muscles were pulsating around his cock, firing pleasure signals into my brain, telling me how much I needed my father to fuck me in the back of the limo that was taking me to my wedding ceremony. But there was one major problem: "Daddy I told you that James and I were going to try for kids tonight. I'm so fertile right now that even if you pull out an accident might happen." Daddy stopped sliding his cock into me, held himself up on his arms and looked down at me. "Katie, I think it's beautiful that you want to get pregnant while you are still so young. Pregnant women are stunning with their lovely big round bellies and swollen breasts. My desire for you would go through the roof. But do you really want James's child? With his boring personality, lack of desire for anything and let's face it, bland looks?" I was breathing so hard now. I was excited by what Daddy had just said about desiring me when I was pregnant. But most of all, I was trembling in anticipation about what I thought he was going to suggest. "D...D...Daddy... What are you saying?" "Katie - my gorgeous, sexy and marvelous daughter - I want you to have my baby. And I think you'll be much happier raising a child that takes after me rather than James. And he'll never know. He's an idiot." I laughed, "Daddy, you're so wicked." Daddy laughed back, but then got serious again. "So what do you say Katie? Want me to fuck you and cum inside that ripe young womb of yours so we can make a baby together?" "Yes Daddy. Yes I do." Daddy slammed his cock the rest of the way in. I yelped and my whole body shook. Daddy then slid his cock out and slammed it in again. And again. And again. The whole time he starred into my eyes, looking like a man possessed. All I could do was gasp at the sensation of having my father fuck me with so much passion. My little hands clutched his shoulders and I stretched my legs out as wide as they could go on the limo seat, my white panties still hanging from one foot. I wanted to look so beautiful on my wedding day and I wanted everything to be so special, but I had not idea it was going to be this special and I never admitted to myself that the man I really wanted to look beautiful for was my father. And here I was, pinned under him with his cock pushed deep inside my ovulating body, ready to plant the seed that would give me a baby. I slumped right down in the car seat and pushed my hips up in the air so Daddy could penetrate me even deeper, almost balancing his body between my legs and having to put more weight onto his strong arms. He grinned his approval as he sunk even further into his daughter's pussy. And then suddenly I felt a new sensation. "Oh wait, Daddy! Slow down!" "What? What is it Katie?" He stopped fucked me. "No, don't stop Daddy - please don't stop - but just go easy. I think your cock is touching my cervix!" "Oh Katie, I'm in you deep. Just where a father should be." Daddy slowly slid his cock back in and gently pushed it in as deep as he could until once more I felt the tip press into somewhere deep inside me that was unbelievably sensitive. Daddy felt it too, "Oh god Katie, that feels so good!" Daddy stayed like that for a few moments, with his cock gently nudging my cervix, and then he began slowly grinding his cock deep inside me, continuously pressing up against the sensitive and sacred entrance to my womb. This was mind-blowing. Every movement sent jolts of pleasure through my body and soon my legs were shaking as my orgasm began to approach. Dad was close as well and started to slide his cock in and out of me again; careful to only brush up against my cervix every time it made contact. Daddy's eyes were dilated and he was almost growling with lust - he looked like a junkie, an addict, an insane person. A man about to impregnate his own daughter. And then the orgasm hit me and my world exploded in a blinding white light. Daddy no longer had the ability to be slow or gentle and jackhammered his cock into my pussy, yelling at me, "That's right Katie! Cum for me! Cum for you father! Get ready to take my seed babygirl. Get ready!" And then he threw his head back, slammed hard into me and bellowed loud as I felt a dozen streams of his cum ejaculate into me in quick succession, each blast going directly onto my cervix and soaking straight into my womb. And as he collapsed on top of me, with the cum that didn't make it inside, now running down my thighs, I knew that at least one of his sperms was probably well on the way to impregnating me, making me a mom-to-be to my own father. After maybe five or ten minutes, Dad climbed off me and silently did up his pants. I sat up, put both legs back into my panties, pulled them up and smoothed down my dress. Dad took two bottles of water from the limo mini-fridge and offered one to me. We both drank deeply and adjusted our clothes. Daddy broke the silence, "I love you Katie." "I love you too Daddy. That was just so...perfect." "Jesus Christ, it was. It really fucking was." We both giggled like teenagers who had both touched each other for the first time. It then occurred to us that we had no idea how long we'd been in the limo for. Dad tapped on the glass between the front and back seats to get the driver's attention. It turned out that we could have arrived at the church ages ago, but the driver being the professional that he is had been doing laps around a nearby block until we were done. We were about 40 minutes late, but of course, it's fashionable for the bride to be late. When we pulled up, the limo driver jumped out and opened both our doors for us. His face was red and sweaty, and he clearly had a massive erection. He'd watched everything. Dad pulled out his wallet and started taking out some money to give to the limo driver for his discretion. "No need sir, you don't need to do that," said the driver. "That was one of the greatest things I've ever seen." Dad clapped him on the back, "Good man." "Sir, seriously. You are an inspiration." "I see," said Dad. "Do you have a daughter of your own?" "I do sir and she's recently turned 18." "Oh I do see," said Dad. "Well, good luck with her and don't make the same mistake I did and leave it too late." Dad looked at me mournfully, gave a half hearted smile, stuck his elbow out and I clutched it as we walked into the church together. I was in a daze and barely noticed one of my bridesmaids thrusting the bouquet into my hands. I smiled weakly at James as Dad walked me down the aisle. And then Dad was seated and the ceremony had begun. The priest was saying stuff, James said stuff, other guests said stuff, but I heard none of it. I just stood where I was meant to stand and felt Daddy's cum running down my legs and into my stockings, imagining a life with Daddy where I would be pregnant and horny all the time, and have him constantly fucking me any opportunity we got. I looked at Daddy who was staring at me and realized that if he wanted to fuck me right now in front of all these people, right here in the church, then I would let him. The priest loudly cleared his throat. I snapped back to reality. Everybody in the church was staring at me. James said, "Kathryn, come on!" The priest said, "As I said, do you take this man to be your lawful wedded husband? My dear, you need to say 'I do'". I looked at the priest, I looked at James and I looked at my father. Even though I was possibly already pregnant to Daddy, my brain was telling me I needed the security and stability of James and that an incestuous relationship with my father was crazy. But my heart and my pussy were telling me something very different. "Oh Daddy." I whispered. "What did you say?" said James. "Do you," the priest said impatiently, "take this man to be your lawful wedded husband?" "No," I said. "No I don't". I barely remember what happened next other than Daddy springing up, taking me by the hand and leading me out to the street to get a taxi to a random hotel somewhere where we got a room and I spent my wedding night in bed with my father's cock deep inside me.