This is a work of fiction with just enough truthfulness to be believable. Anyone engaged in sexual activities is of at least 18 years of age.

My wife Kate (61F) was in the top center of my bed reclining on a pile of pillows against the headboard, while my daughter Katie (18F) laid between her mother's legs, her head resting on a pillow in her mother's lap. The two women were interlocking their fingers, and I (37M) was poised to thrust my erect manhood into my daughter's willing virgin vagina. Holding my cock, I positioned it at my daughter's vaginal entrance and rubbed the head through her vaginal fluids lubricating it. As I did, I obviously rubbed it against her clitoris and she moaned, "Please, Daddy, I'm ready." "Karl, today should be an ovulation day for her," Kate said. "Do you want Daddy to impregnate you, Katie," I asked.? "Yes, please Daddy I do." "You know what to do then," said Kate. "Okay," I said, nodding to Kate, I placed one hand on Katie's hip while holding my erection with the other eased into my little Katie until I felt resistance. I then moved the hand holding my penis to her other hip and thrust into her. As I did, she screamed out in pain while Kate held her hands. I rested for a bit, with my manhood completely inside of her, while Kate stroked her hair and soothed her. "Mum, daddy's fucking big, he's stretching me out so bloody much." "I know how big your daddy is baby. But he's not the biggest thing to ever be in my pussy." "What the fuck mum, did you shag a bloke bigger than daddy." Kate laughed, "Katie, honey, your daddy's is the biggest penis that I've ever had, but the biggest thing to ever go through my pussy was you 18 years ago." Katie laughed too but immediately complained about not making her laugh. Smiling at the banter between the two lovely ladies in bed with me, I asked, "Katie, are you ready for me to begin," "Yes, Daddy, please begin." "Take it easy on her Karl," said Kate. "I'll do my best," I said as I slowly started pumping into and out of my daughter's tight, recently deflowered pussy.

As I gradually picked up the pace, as Katie started to moan, "Harder Daddy." While Kate started playing with her daughter's breasts and kissing her neck like I had done to her on so many occasions. When Katie moaned, "Deeper Daddy," I placed both of her legs over my shoulders and bent her in half. Soon, the room was filled with the sounds of my scrotum slapping wetly against Katie's young rump and her vocally building up to an immensely powerful orgasm, which she announced by saying, "Oh, God Daaaddyy I'mmm fuuucckkkingg cuummmmiinnnggg." As she did, her vaginal muscles contracted, and I could feel them milking my manhood of its creamy filling, and it was too intense to hold back. "I am too, baby girl. Take daddy's semen and get pregnant," I said as I sent rope after rope of my semen into my daughter's warm, wet, and waiting womb.

I kept Katie in that position for about 10 minutes to allow for my semen to work its way into her womb. The position allowed me to lovingly kiss both Katie and Kate, with lips still coated with Katie's cum. I said, "I love the two of you so much." Which started a round of "I love yous," amongst the three of us. We made small talk, and after 10 minutes, I climbed off of Katie, and Kate and I rearranged the pillows, and we both cuddled with our daughter. We made more small talk, kissed, and caressed her. It was HER day, and both of her parents were there to sexually satisfy her.

One of the things that we discussed during our post coital small talk was to move Katie into our bed. She was to keep her out of season clothes in her room, but otherwise, move in with Kate. Kate and I discussed her experimantal lesbian experiences in college, which definitely intrigued Katie. Which led to their discussions of what they were going to do, which in turn led to me becoming hard again and taking my daughter again. The second time, I lasted through three of her orgasms.

Throughout the rest of the day and until mid-morning, the next Katie and I made love every 90 minutes to 2 hours. I dumped around 10 loads of semen into her, and by Christmas, she was three months pregnant. All through her pregnancy, her mother made love to her every night, and I made love to her whatever I could.

Katie delivered a healthy daughter that she named Kinsley Anne on 4 July 2007. I was late getting to the hospital and wasn't present for the birth. Kate, however, was there. It was ironic, Kate had held Katie's hands as the seed was implanted into her womb and was holding her daughter's hand as her grandbaby came out. When I got there, I got to witness Katie breastfeeding our daughter. After she was done, and there was no one but family in the room, she asked, "Want to hold our daughter, Daddy?" With tears in my eyes, "I certainly do, sweetheart," I said as I leaned in to take my youngest daughter in my arms. Kate said, "You'll need this hun," as she placed a burp rag on my shoulder. I held my daughter and cried. "Why are you crying, Daddy?" "I'm crying, sweetheart, because I didn't get to do this with you. I was overseas when you were born, and the first time that I ever held you was when I came home and you were 17 months old." I felt Kate hug me from behind and whisper, "I love you, you big old softy." Katie also had tears in her eyes when she said, "I love you too, Daddy." Then she giggled. "What's so funny," I asked her, patting Kinsley's back and trying to burp her. "I was just thinking about you, mum, and I all easing Kinsley into the 'family way of life' in 18 years." "Don't get ahead of yourself, big sis," piped in Karla. "We have a 'date' with Daddy and mum in a little over a year," finished Karen. "And I have one in a little over three years," said Karsyn, who up to that point seemed the least likely to join up in our "family way of life." I smiled, knowing that I had plenty of beautiful women to love, and who in turn loved me.

End of part 4.