An Intimate Experiment – Part 4 (The Wedding Night)

In the last part, you have read how the lady was inspected by her father and confessed her love. If you haven’t read that part, do read it for the best experience. This part narrates the events after that, till the wedding night, in her words.

I agonized. I was humiliated that she found me in such a mortified situation. My heart pounded in fear as I anticipated her next steps. I knew she would tell this to my father, and he would kill me as he didn’t want anyone to know about it.

But I was bewildered to find her simpering at me. She held my shoulders with both her hands and looked at me.

Lady – “What were you doing here, young lady!” (she continued to simper at me with her eyebrows questioning me)

Me – “Nothing, I was just looking at how he was milking.”

Lady – “Such a terrible liar.”

Me – “No, I am not lying.”

Lady – “So why do you have to hide here to watch that? And why were your hands doing something else?”

I flailed to answer, and my lips stumbled over themselves.

Lady – “So now I understand why you were acting strange the last few days.”

I bent my head in shame as I had nothing to respond to.

Lady – “Don’t fret, my dear. Nothing to be afraid of… You are just in love.”

Me – “What! Are you not infuriated about it?”

Lady – “Why would I be infuriated about it. What is the fault in that?”

Me – “That man sitting there… is my father!”

Lady – “I know that, dear.”

Me – “So, Is that not a sin to love him this way.”

Lady – “Oh, poor lady! That is not a sin.”

Me – “What do you mean?”

Lady – “That it is not a sin. And that was just an old custom we ended.”

Me – “Really?”

Lady – “Yes, dear.”

I was overjoyed with her response but was still unable to believe what she had said.

Lady – “A few hundreds of years ago, we were practicing this custom. Do you know that your grandparents were born out of incest love?”

Me – “Unbelievable! But…but… My father should have known it right. Why is he not aware of it!”

Lady – “Our old generation has concealed it from your generation.”

Me – “I don’t understand. Why was it concealed from us when it was not wrong.”

Lady – “Yes, dear. I will tell you everything.”

I heard carefully as she cleared her throat and started explaining.

Lady – “So it started right from the first of our generations thousands of years ago. We had different kinds of people then. Some of them were very fair and strongly built with all riches. And the rest were not rich enough to keep themselves healthy and fair.

The fair ones wanted to keep their healthy features to themselves. They wedded their children to their own blood for that reason. The poor were ordered to marry among their own kind, which continued as practice till our era.

But as the human race progressed into different kinds of living, people started questioning their methods. A few heads from that generation wanted that prejudice to end. So they had started allowing people to marry out of their own kind. This practice had been from a few generations before us.

But we knew it wouldn’t be easy for the practice to grow if the new generations knew about it. The idea of loving one’s own is a feeling no one would ever want to leave. So the heads of that generation decided to conceal it from their children to avoid inculcating such thoughts in their minds.

But they didn’t put a restraint on such relations whatsoever. They knew there would still be people loving one’s own as you did now.”

Me – “So you are saying we had this all along from the first of our generations! I am unable to believe all this.”

Lady – “You will find it difficult to believe as this is new to you. But we had seen it happen. The males from the richer communities wedded their daughters if their wives died. And the ladies wedded their sons after their husbands passed away. In fact, my own father wedded his sister.”

Me – “Oh, dear! This is so good to hear. So you are saying that I can marry my father.”

Lady – “You can, dear. Just keep in mind that you have to conceal this from your children or the other kids in the town. You can have the elder’s blessings for your wedding.”

I hugged the old lady as I was overwhelmed with happiness. I jumped in joy and ran towards my father, who was still milking. I pulled him to me and hugged him tighter. He looked surprised as the old lady was smiling at us.

He brooded and pushed me off. But the old lady started talking.

Lady – “It is ok, dear. Your daughter is in love with you, and she wants to marry you. That is all.”

He was bewildered looking at both of us, and the old lady explained all that to him again. He was astonished to find that incest weddings were present as practice just as I was a few moments ago. His eyes enlarged, and he continued to look at me, asking if this is really true again and again.

I nodded at him, and he hugged me in joy too. All our agonies disappeared, and we were now free to be one. The old lady smiled at us and told us that she will set everything for our secret wedding with the elders of the town, reminding us again not to spit this truth to the present flock.

The old lady had set an auspicious day and asked us to be prepared for the wedding day. My father and I set everything for the wedding. We collected the harvests from our farmers and gave them their well-deserved treats.

We both invited them to bless us at our wedding, and they happily agreed. Father prepared everything for the feast on the day. I sewed the best attires for the day. We were overjoyed as the wedding day neared.

Finally, the day arrived, and we wore the best garments for the occasion. I was in a large pink gown with all the embroidery I knew. And he wore a nice bright lime-colored tunic with a brown overcoat on top of it.

We walked to the sacred cave at the hill near our town, hand in hand, along with all the elders from our town. The priest chanted our vows, and we repeated after him. And he declared us man and wife.

We were asked to kiss. I blushed as we’re in the middle of all the town mates. But my father pulled me into him and pressed his lips onto mine. It was a dream for me that had come alive at that moment.

All the romance that played in my mind was going to be true, and this kiss was the beginning of all. A tear oozed down my cheek as our lips met each other for the first time in a way they had to be.

We ended the kiss, and so did our town mates who were kissing their partners all this while. It was enticing to view all the love around us. Everyone applauded us, and our lips were spread in happiness.

We set the feast for everyone, and the people enjoyed their meals. Bread and stew were served to everyone, along with fresh meat. Wine poured into their glasses, and milk spilled into the desserts.

There were speeches and songs. People danced along with their partners, and they pushed us together to move our feet. And the event ended with all of them wishing us with their warm love. It was night when we finished cleaning all of it, and our kind town mates helped us with that.

As it was getting darker, we were left alone in our home with our cottage’s doors locked from inside. Our eyes met, and we talked a lot, but our bodies didn’t move an inch. There was anxiety in the air.

He walked towards me. I moved back, blushing until my back hit the wall of our chamber. He took my face in his hands and kissed my forehead. My eyes closed by themselves, and I was dying for his kisses.

He waited for me to open my eyes and his lips moved towards mine. I hugged him as I could not face him in my shyness. This time, it was a tighter one, my head against his chest, my tits against his belly, and my arms under his arms covering his back.

His hands moved all over my back and caressed my neck and shoulders. I moved my head away from his chest and looked in his eyes. He looked at me back with all his love.

He slowly moved his lips towards my face as I closed my eyes to feel it with all my heart. He rubbed his nose against mine before placing his lips over mine.

He pressed his soft lips against my tender ones, and our lips quarreled in the name of love. His lips grasped mine first, and then my lips seized his. We defeated each other in the kissing game. We stopped that game with a fine deep kiss that had taken our breaths for a moment.

We moved back, and he pulled my hand towards his chamber. We both lied on the bed in the chamber with him over me. He kissed me again on my lips briefly, and he moved onto my cheeks. He nibbled my cheeks as I bit his.

He ran his lips over my neck. I moaned as he licked my sweet spots over there. He moved down and kissed my chest over my gown. His palms covered my two spheres of flesh and grasped them gently.

It was just like in the dreams I had. My head tilted to my back, and he kissed my stretched neck all over. My neck closed itself as his lips tickled me. And he went down again to love my pair of fleshy tits.

He rubbed his face over them, and I quivered as his face brushed over my nipples. He pulled them in his mouth as and when he crossed them. My gown was wet with his saliva as he dragged his tongue over them.

I wanted his lips and tongue over my bare skin, and I trembled at the thought of it. I untied the knots my gown had at its back, and I pulled it over my head. He continued to run his hands over my thin chemise as my gown slipped away under him.

He turned me around, and I lied on the bed on my stomach as he kissed my neck down my ears behind my back. His arms continued to maul my breasts and pinch my nipples over the thin fabric.

I turned around again as I could not wait to have his lips on my erect nipples and soft pillows of flesh. I pushed away from the straps of the chemise down, revealing my juicy orbs of love in front of him.

He moved back once to take a look at it and bounced back on them like a lion attacks its prey. He kissed them and sucked them while his hands mauled the other one. He poked my tender skin with his mustache, and my vagina stirred at it.

He could not stop himself and untied the knots on his hose and lowered it enough to reveal his manly prowess. I looked down at him and was amazed to see a thick and pulpy organ. I had never known how it would look but only heard from my friends while they blushingly shared their secrets.

They would only mention how much they enjoyed the tall pricks of their lovers. But I never knew why they liked it so much. But the first sight at my father’s pizzle felt gross to me. I wondered what he would do with it.

I only knew that penises played with vaginas till then, but I always wondered how. I waited for the answer as he shook his penis a few times with his right hand. His left palm still took turns to squeeze my left and right breasts.

The skin over his prick went down, revealing the pink nob as he moved his palms down his shaft. It was covered back as he released it. I was amazed to see the way it looked, and he simply moved it ahead towards my vaginal hole.

I was turned on with his palms all over my body. But my eyes were fixed at his deeds down there. He put it against my juicy wet lips. I jumped in pleasure. He adjusted it down my hole and pushed it gently in.

I was worried as I was new to it. Though I liked the way it felt, I was worried about what he was doing. He pushed a few inches down, and I started feeling pain. I cried a little, and he stopped pushing it.

He used his fingers to soothe my flesh and clitoris there. He rubbed my lips, and I was turned back on. My lips were trembling with all the touches his fingers and groin gave. He waited for me to calm down, and he inserted it a few more inches down.

It was almost inside my hole. I can only see his groin against mine. His fingers continued to brush and soothe my lips. His thumb touched my clitoris on the top and twisted it. I moaned in pleasure, and a huge wave of juices started heating deep inside.

I could feel his mighty pole inside my walls, and my walls gripped it tighter. I could feel my juices boiling down at the end of my vaginal hole. It must have wet him. He pushed his prick out of my hole, and I thought my juices embarrassed him.

But he proved me wrong immediately as he thrust his prick back inside the hole right till the last point. I gasped in pain and pleasure, and he kissed me on my lips. He rubbed his left palm all over my belly and tits before moving it to my neck and cheeks.

While I was soothed by his palms, he pulled out his cock again and dug the member back again. I shrieked, and he continued to soothe my face and body. My juices have already covered my walls, and his prick must have been smothered with it.

He started moving his penis in and out of my hole slowly, and it felt smoother now as the fluids reduced the friction. He smiled at me as he thrust inside me, and I was just lost in the pleasure of it.

He increased his speed, and I was scraping his back with my arms. I felt his penis move in and out of me, like a spear-shaped inside its mold. My juices inside greased his cock and helped his thrusts.

He moved his hip vigorously. I kept shrieking and hooting as his member reached farther inside me. The neighbors would have certainly heard it if we were not inside the chamber and if we didn’t have the doors locked.

I reached the edge of heaven again, and my cream started rising, flowing out of my hole as his prick continued to run inside me. He was pleased with my release as he paused the movements once.

He adjusted his stance and held my hips tightly, pulling my body up. I hugged him, and he started his action again. He was excited as hell as he hugged me tighter. I was still experiencing my waves of pleasure at that moment, but I had given in to let him feel his.

He kissed in between, and I kissed him back as his eyes shuttered rapidly. He continued his fast movements. I felt a warm jet of juices inside my vaginal hole once again. I was confused as I wasn’t feeling the same pleasure as I had earlier, but I was convinced it was from him as I saw his eyes roll and his kisses intensified on me.

His movements slowed down as his juices gushed down my hole spurts after spurts, and he stood still finally. I smiled at him, and he managed to widen his lips as he panted. It was all his efforts, but the pleasure was mine as well that day.

The pleasure I got from using my fingers inside my vulva was nowhere close to the feeling I got when he thrust his penis inside me. I was discovering the womanly pleasures one by one. By far, this pleasure from my father was the best of all of them.

This is the end of this episode, and the story will be continued in the next one. Please share your feedback in the comments or mail to [email protected].