When I came, I thought my balls would explode. I heard a voice shouting. ”Fuck…..fuck…….fuck..” And it was mine. After I shot my last jet, I leaned forward collapsing onto Linda’s back. Then I heard another voice. It was Jodie.
”Daddy, daddy get off of her. You’re crushing her.”
I withdrew my cock and stood back. Linda slid from the table, her hands gliding across the surface as she sank to her knees. Then she swayed to her side and collapsed on the floor. She looked like a puppet with its strings cut. Jodie stood in the doorway looking stunned at what she had witnessed.
”Hell daddy you’ve fucked Linda to death.” That was an exaggeration, as even as Jodie spoke Linda was sitting up and opening her eyes. Jodie came over and put an arm round her sister.
”You OK sis?” Jodie gently hugged Linda who nodded and whispered, ”Jodie, please get me some water.”
Jodie went and filled a glass. When she handed it to her sister, Jodie looked down and said, ”Wow sis’ you’re flooding the kitchen.”
I followed Jodie’s gaze. Jodie was right, my sperm was oozing out of Linda’s still open pussy and trickling onto the floor.
From her sprawled position Linda looked towards me as I stood a spectator to my well fucked girls.
”Daddy, you did me good. I’m sorry I broke a mug.”
I smiled, crossed the kitchen and headed for the bathroom.
I had a long refreshing shower. The water was cool, flowing down and over me. Rejuvenating and invigorating. I raised my head so that my face took the full force of its tingling jets. I carefully washed my cock and balls. My cock was no longer hard, instead it hung down exhausted. It had done its duty and I was proud of it. My balls were empty, fully drained. I took my time letting the water absolve me of my actions.
When I returned the girls had dressed and were sat around the table as though nothing had happened. When I joined them Jodie got up and said,”Daddy, do you want two eggs today?”
Chapter 4 Adding up the numbers
I felt that the harsh fucking I had given my daughters was well deserved. They had teased me badly the night before and I couldn’t let them get away with that. They were good daughters, but I had noticed recently that they had become less respectful of my fatherly position. Maybe it was inevitable when we were all fucking each other, but it was something that needed to be addressed.
They were still teens and like a lot of teens, from time to time they had to be reminded of their father’s authority and my need for respect. Yes, we all fucked together, but they weren’t my wives they were my teenage daughters. I enjoyed having sex with them, but it was a fatherly duty as well as pleasure. This morning with my big cock ramming their pussies I had taught them a lesson.
The afternoon orgy went ahead as planned. We had a lot of sex, but it was calmer and less frenzied than usual. I spent most of my time with my head between my daughters’ legs licking their pussies. I took my time bringing each daughter to orgasm with my tongue.
Next Linda rimmed Jodie and used her darting tongue to lubricate her sister’s ass hole. Then I stuck my cock in as deep as it would go. Like all teens Jodie has her faults; but she is a good daughter, and I am a kindly father, and I wanted to give her pussy time to recover from the morning’s pounding. Likewise, I had Linda ride me so that she could control the pace and depth of her fucking.
They both seemed happy enough. Later when we were laying around enjoying the post fucking calm, Linda told us of her latest discovery in the library. She had found out about a 19th century sexual practise called ‘the Numbers’ game.’
”Daddy, I think you’ll like it. I read that it can drive a man mad with excitement.”
Jodie interjected, ”Daddy’s always excited. It’ll have to be something special.”
Linda retained the ability to talk about any sexual act as though she was describing flower arranging. Her tone didn’t change if she was discussing how many flowers should go into a vase, or how many fingers she should stick up my ass when massaging my prostate. Linda approached each topic in the same serious way.
”Evidently in London in the eighteenth century aristocrats’ wives used to play ‘the Numbers’ Game’ with their husbands when they had their periods and couldn’t have intercourse. It was to stop them being distracted by other women. Most women with aristocratic husbands feared their husbands would take a mistress.”
“Linda, where do you find out all this stuff?” Jodie was facing her sister with a quizzical look.
”It’s in the library.”
Jodie became irritated very quickly if you didn’t give her the answer she wanted.
“I know that. But whenever I go into the library, and that is usually never, I don’t find books on what kinky English women did to their husbands.”
Linda smiled and said, ”You wouldn’t. It’s in the reserved section. The public can’t access these books without a pass. Some of the books are very vulgar.” Linda paused for a moment, then continued, “And I mean very vulgar.” She paused again and then lowering her voice almost to a whisper she said, “Also, some of them have the most outrageous illustrations. Really disgusting.” Then she added almost as an afterthought. “But they are historically very important.”
Jodie raised her eyebrows, ”I bet they are. You know sis’ I’d like to see some of these books, get a few ideas for myself.”
Linda shook her head.
“You’re too young. You have to be twenty-one before you can apply for a pass. Anyone younger than that might be corrupted.”
Jodie raised her voice, “Corrupted! I’ve just had Daddy’s cock up my ass. I don’t think I’ll get corrupted by seventeenth century porn.”
”Actually, it’s eighteenth century. And it’s not porn.”
”Pervy practices and dirty pictures are porn.”
Linda’s body tensed and her face and the space above her breasts flushed pink. “They’re not porn. They are historical sources of immense value. They are unique and very rare. We are so lucky to have them. But young people need to be protected, so unless you are a legal adult you can’t read them.”
“You’re only eighteen and you get to see them.”
Linda turned towards Jodie and looked her straight in the eyes.
“I’m trained and I work there. It’s different if you work there.”
Jodie laughed and said,” Yes, you’re trained all right.” Then she threw a look at me, “Linda’s very well trained isn’t she daddy.”
I smiled, but I could tell that Linda was feeling uncomfortable. It was time to reassure her.
”Linda, these books sound amazing so what is ‘the Numbers’ game’?”
”Yes sis. Tell us about it.”
Linda moved up and knelt on the bed between Jodie and me. It was as though she was going to explain how to play Monopoly.
”Well, this is how we play. For each number, I give Daddy’s cock a stroke. Then wait the same number of seconds before I stroke it again. So, after I stroke Daddy once, we wait one second before I stroke him again. Then I stroke him twice and after that we wait two seconds.”
My cock instinctively started to stiffen.
“Then we work through the numbers up to ten. When we get to ten, Daddy has ten strokes and then we wait ten seconds. Then we start on one again and wait one second. Then after that…”
Jodie interrupted, ”OK sister we get it, just start jerking him. Daddy’s cock looks like it’s going to break loose and attack us. Get to work and I’ll do the counting.”
Linda took charge. She gently pushed me flat on my back and opened my legs. My exposed cock strained upwards, twitching in expectation. Then Linda eased herself between my legs and reached out for it. With one hand she firmly gripped its base, with the other she grasped its shaft.
Jodie called out, “One!” Linda smiled and jerked me once. There was a pause. Then Jodie called out, “Two!” Linda gave me two slow strokes, then waited for what seemed longer than two seconds. Then I heard, ”Three!”. Each stroking increased the exquisite tingling in my balls.
When we got to ten, I couldn’t be sure how many times I’d been jerked. My balls were retracting. My back tensed and started to arch; my sperm eager to shoot. But at the last moment Linda let go, leaving my cock swinging untouched for ten agonising seconds. This was torture and I was loving it.
Then it was back to one stroke and a one second wait and the cycle was repeated. And so this exquisite game went on and on. Ever increasing pleasure with denied orgasm. I don’t know how many rounds we played before I came, but it was during one of the longer strokes that I shot a huge arching jet of cum up over the bed. I dimly remember Jodie shouting, ” Wow daddy, that’s a cum fountain!”
I sank back into the bed while Linda licked up the droplets of cum which had splashed onto my body. My, the numbers’ game was good. But before I could relax and savour the moment, Jodie had pushed her sister aside and grabbed my swollen cock.
“Daddy, it’s my turn now.” And Jodie took over; but with a Jodie inspired modification. This time instead of stroking my cock, Jodie sucked it. She also increased the numbers up to a maximum of twenty before repeating the cycle. It took a while for me to cum; and it needed the added pleasure of Linda tickling my balls while Jodie sucked, before I was ready to shoot a second load.
I felt it coming from the base of my spine. A long tingling irritation of exquisite pleasure. Then my whole body spasmed, and my balls seemed to turn inside out as cum squirted from my cock. Jodie kept my cock in her mouth, holding it in with her right hand while her lips formed a tight ring around its head. I can say that her intense sucking went on until the last desperate sperm was dragged screaming from my balls.
I heard my daughters’ laughing as I turned onto my stomach, drained and exhausted. I was barely conscious, worn out by pleasure. I remember Jodie pushing Linda down beside me. I heard her say “Well sis’ let’s play the girls’ version.” Then Linda squealed at the first touch of her sister’s finger as Jodie shouted, “One!”
Chapter 5 A helping hand
My sister arrived Saturday morning. The girls ran down to where Patricia had parked her car. Taking a hand each, they brought her triumphantly up to the house where I was waiting for her. It had been a year since she was last here and there was real warmth in our embrace.
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