Literotic asexstories – Contemporary family Ch. 07 by Lightbrian,Lightbrian Until lunch, my daughter did not leave her room. Then, when Natasha called everyone to eat, she finally appeared – not completely naked, but in shorts and a top that exposed her shoulders and tummy. I caught myself thinking that in such open summer clothes she looks even sexier than completely naked. Sasha was still sulking at me, but I nevertheless decided that she would not refuse another cum in her mouth.
— Daughter, a small aperitif before dinner. You do not mind? — I asked her, unzipping my fly.
Sashenka continued to sit at the table with pouting lips, clearly making it clear that she was still angry with me. I got up from my seat, walked up to her and was about to pat my daughter’s hair, but the girl dodged my hand and said:
– Maam, dad is again pretending that he is interested in me in terms of sex! It’s not funny anymore!
– No! I just want to cum in your mouth, nothing more! No sex! Kisses, caresses – ugh! — I hastened to make a grimace of disgust, swinging my trembling penis right in front of my daughter’s face.
Sasha looked at me with suspicion.
“Dad, of course, I’m not at all against irrumation, but it’s important for me to figure out one thing – why are you playing with your face like that, pretending that you want me, and not just cum somewhere?”
– Uh… You see, Sashul, I just love you like a daughter and it seems to me that the illusion of attraction will help you feel more pleasure during the process…
The daughter’s eyes widened and her cheeks turned red:
– What other pleasure, dad? Sexy?! – she hissed in rage.
– Mechanical! Purely mechanical! Moisture, friction, pulsation – that’s all. You said it yourself, remember? No sexual innuendo!
“I remember,” my daughter muttered, sighing. – Well then, you’re probably right. Maybe I should also pretend that I care about my own father in terms of sex.
I shrugged. Sashenka smiled and opened her mouth. Natasha, meanwhile, began pouring hot borscht into plates. I felt the pleasant aroma of food and at the same time enjoyed the lovely sight of Sashenka, ready to receive her father’s dick with her innocent, pretty lips. When suddenly she closed her magic mouth and looked at me sternly:
– But it’s your mother’s responsibility now, isn’t it?
– Certainly! – I wasn’t lying too much – Natasha in an apron over her naked body with a ladle in her hands excited me beyond measure. But the sight of the daughter, ready to swallow her father’s sperm, completely pulled the rug out from under her feet.
Satisfied with my answer, my daughter opened her lips again. But then she pulled back again and looked at her mother.
– Mom, but you can’t have sweets before dinner! I’ll ruin my appetite!
– If you don’t spoil it, I’ll try to insert it deeper so that you don’t even feel the taste! – I said.
– Mom, are you sure I won’t feel it? — the daughter turned to her mother, obviously relying on her much greater experience of oral sex.
– I guarantee it, Sashul! But only if dad inserts very deeply. Pay attention – he has a bigger head than Zhora, can you handle it? – Natasha asked worriedly.
– I think yes! — the daughter nodded and again took an expectant pose, slightly sticking out her tongue.
Finally, I swung forward and my penis lightly touched her mouth. And the next moment Sasha’s lips were already wrapped around the penis, making me gasp in admiration. I made movements in my daughter’s tender mouth, filled with bliss. And the daughter’s mouth filled with saliva, giving rise to fantastic squelching sounds.
Taking the girl by the back of her head, I began to move a little faster. Natasha looked at this picture as if enchanted. Her mouth opened slightly in surprise, and I continued to enjoy the irrationation performed by our daughter. Seeing that she was watching, I tucked a lock of my daughter’s hair behind her ear so that Natasha could see better. It’s interesting that Sasha’s palms didn’t lie still–in the process, she was fiddling with her nipples right through the fabric of her top. Wet squelching sounds filled the kitchen, delighting and exciting everyone in it.
And then I felt the finish line approaching. Apparently, Sasha also caught the pulsation, because she pressed her lips together more tightly, preparing to swallow my sperm. I remembered my promise not to spoil my daughter’s appetite, so just before the eruption I pressed the back of the girl’s head, pushing my penis deeper. Sashulya gagged desperately, trying not to choke, and I stubbornly pressed, wanting to touch my daughter’s chin with my balls.
In the end, I didn’t succeed, but what I was sure of was that the sperm poured straight into Sashenka’s throat, bypassing the taste buds on her tongue. When I removed my hands and my daughter was able to free herself from the dick strangling her, I saw in the girl’s eyes, in addition to tears, also pleasure and pride in her skill.
– Wow! Daughter, you are simply a master! – Natasha kissed our child on the forehead.
– Thanks, mom! — the girl broke into a grateful smile. I wanted to kiss her flushed face, but I restrained myself, remembering our stupid rules.
“Yes, Sasha, I’m amazed how quickly you mastered deep throat.”
– Well, I have a wonderful teacher! — The daughter looked at Natasha. All three of us laughed joyfully, and then started eating.
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After dinner, Natasha and Sasha suddenly began to whisper. I saw my wife’s and my daughter’s cheeks turn red, and I was filled with anticipation. What if they’re talking about double blowjobs? So that my daughter licks my balls, and Natasha sits on the shaft? Or vice versa? Or would they both take it from the sides, using their tongues, and kissing at the same time?! I literally got drunk from such pictures, which my imagination helpfully slipped into my hands. But, as it turned out later, that was not what they were talking about at all.
“Arkasha, we need to talk seriously,” Natasha said, coming up to me.
– Yes? — I looked at my wife with hope. She changed into a yellow sundress, which perfectly emphasized her roundness.
“Let’s go to the living room,” my chosen one took me by the hand and led me to the chair. “You better sit down when you hear our proposal.” And please, don’t rush off the handle, but think about it first.
– What is there to think about! – I exclaimed. – I agree, you can do it right now!
“But you still don’t know what your mother will offer you!” – Sashenka said puzzled.
“Well, that’s for sure…” I stopped short, suddenly realizing that a double blowjob would hardly fit into my daughter’s incest prohibitions, since she still hadn’t made it clear that they were already in the past. And this despite the fact that I have already cummed in her mouth four times today.
“In general, Arkash… Sashenka and I would like to ask you…” Natasha suddenly blushed like an inexperienced schoolgirl.
– What’s there? Don’t languish!
– In general, don’t you want to try a threesome?! – Sasha blurted out, and it seemed to me that all the barriers had been removed. My heart was filled with jubilation, and my body felt as if an electric current had pierced me. But it was not there.
As soon as I agreed, my wife and daughter vied with each other to describe the threesome as they saw it. And suddenly it turned out that their fantasies included Zhora, Natasha and me. But Sasha is not there.
– You see, I’ve been wanting to try with two men for a long time, Arkash… Well, please, don’t you mind? — my wife looked pleadingly into my eyes, hoping to find an answer there. And I didn’t mind at all, I was even excited by the thought that my wife would be fucked by Zhorik in front of her daughter… Moreover, I found that there was no reason to turn this couple into a trio – Natasha would probably have a very good time with Zhora and with me only as an observer, and not a participant… But still, initially I expected something completely different!
– Yes, Natasha… It will be great! But…
– What is the “but”? – Natasha asked breathily, obviously already imagining sex with Zhorik in her fantasies.
– I think that you and Zhora can handle it together… To be honest, I really want to be just an observer!
— An observer? – here Sashenka already raised her voice. – But in this case, everything is very easy to convert into two pairs! Mom will have sex with Zhorik, and I have a surprise for dad!
– What other surprise, daughter? – Natasha and I asked almost in unison.
– And here it is!
My daughter ran to her room and brought the phone. And then she started showing us a photo of the girl.
– God, what a beauty! – I exclaimed involuntarily.
– I knew that you’re gonna like it! This is my classmate Karina. She saw you on my page on social networks and she liked you. Karina emphasized several times that her parents are swingers, and therefore they want her first sex to be with an older man under their control. Although I, to be honest. I don’t understand what dancing has to do with it.
– What kind of dancing, daughter? — I carefully clarified, looking at Karina’s photo with lust. This girl was simply fantastically built, with a lovely face and the smile of a goddess.
– Well, swing. Is this dancing? It turns out they are dancers.
— Uh, actually, swing is not just dancing. This rather refers to what dad and I are going to do.
– Ahh, partner exchange! Well, then everything is clear. Although no. It turns out that Karina just wanted to tell her what her parents were doing. Anyway. Anyway, I could call them and they’ll invite you to dinner. Are you ready?
– Of course, daughter! Well, if only mom doesn’t mind,” I calmed down, looking at my wife.
– Of course, I don’t mind. Have fun there while we please Zhorik,” said Natasha.
– Hey, what else are we! – Sashenka was indignant. – If we are, then it will be sex between daughter and mother! Incest! Ugh, what a horror!
– Oh, sorry, Sashul! I meant that you will be there, you will be able to teach something and learn yourself…
– Ahh… But what can I teach you? It’s only been a month since I started having sex, and only oral sex for now… Well, and a little petting… – my daughter blushed sweetly again.
“Well, for example, I still don’t understand how you learned to take deep into the throat in such a short time.” It took me much longer in my youth.
– Apparently, I was born with talent! — my daughter giggled and went to call Karina about me.
I sat there, shocked by the twists and turns of the conversation. It still didn’t fit into my mind that my daughter wanted to lose me to her classmate. What if Sashenka wasn’t pretending and she’s really not interested in me sexually? A cold sweat broke out down my back. No, how is this possible? Her erect nipples, mooing while humming… What was she saying? Purely mechanical pleasure? Yes, of course!
But my thoughts were interrupted by Sasha, who, apparently, had already finished her conversation with Karina.
– So, dad, tomorrow you are going to dinner with the Domosedovs. Karina’s parents’ names are Dasha and Valera. Try to please them, because Karina already likes you, even though she has only seen you in photographs.
“Oh, okay.”
I looked at my watch. The day was drawing to a close, and in a couple of hours Zhorik was supposed to come and taste my wife for the first time.
– Sash, what about the irrumation under Zhorik? You won’t be shy, will you?
– Why is there anything to be ashamed of? The main thing is to warn him so that he perceives everything correctly.
– How about training right now?
– Of course, dad! — the daughter smiled and immediately took off her slippers, climbed onto the sofa and took a knee-elbow position.
“Oh, this time you want it in this position?”
“Well, yes, I decided to diversify it a little,” my daughter said and, holding out her palm, touched my penis.
Unexpectedly for me, the girl pressed my penis down almost parallel to the scrotum, and then removed her hand. The member rose up springily. Then she did it again, and again. It was indescribably pleasant to feel the pressure of my daughter’s fingers and the elastic reaction of my flesh.
– Dad, he’s so funny. Like a devil on a spring.
Then Sashenka decided to press the penis left and right. Every time she removed her hand, he returned to his original position, swaying and trembling. I could hardly bear to not grab my daughter by the pigtails and slam her hard on the trunk that had become a victim of her games. The thought even flashed through my mind that this was the purpose of Sasha’s manipulations.
Meanwhile, my daughter stopped twisting my penis and, opening her mouth, took a wait-and-see attitude. Sighing with relief, I twisted her pigtails around my fists and put Sashenka on my penis. The girl gagged, grunting and snorting, apparently I had penetrated her a little deeper than she was used to. But Sasha’s reaction did not bother me; I moved my pelvis forward to find myself even deeper. The daughter began to moan louder, notes of protest appeared in her mooing.
I leaned back a little, letting the girl breathe, and then again took the wet tightness of the neck. Sashenka moaned desperately while I pushed my dick almost completely into her mouth. I really wanted to slap her on the chin with my balls at least this time, but again a few millimeters were missing. I started to cum, but this time my daughter did not press her lips together, letting the sperm flow into her palms.
When Sasha was able to free herself, her palms were full of whitish liquid. She began to lick it off like a kitten licks sour cream. I looked at this picture with delight, noting that the penis was not going to fall, but on the contrary, it was only gaining strength.
Then Natasha appeared in the room. She put on high heels and curled her hair.
– What lovely curls, my love! I can’t wait for you to push your beautiful head onto Zhora’s dick.
Natasha and Sasha giggled, imagining what it would look like. Just then the doorbell rang – Zhora came straight from his shift to us, without even bothering to come home. Therefore, first of all, he did not rush from the threshold to Sasha, but rushed into the shower.
After the water treatments, Zhora came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. Sasha and I decided to immediately demonstrate to him our new non-sexual relationship.
“Uncle Zhora, while you were away, dad and I decided to do a little training,” Sashenka for some reason blushed when she began to explain the situation to Zhorik.
“So you are now…” Zhora looked at me approvingly.
– No no! – The daughter waved her hands. – No sex! Dad just sometimes cums in my mouth now, that’s all. We have strict rules, no kissing, caressing or anything like that. I just like feeling a dick in my mouth… And dad’s sperm is quite tasty, almost like yours, Uncle Zhora.
“I don’t understand anything,” Zhora frowned. “So you’re giving daddy a blowjob now, right?”
– No! Damn, I knew you wouldn’t understand. This is called irrumation. Dad does everything, I’m just the sperm receptacle! He puts me on his penis, and I myself do not take any active actions!
– Ahh, I think I’m starting to understand. But why… why is everything happening this way for you?
– How is this why? — The daughter’s eyes widened. – Otherwise, it will be incest!
Zhora looked at the girl in bewilderment, but said nothing.
– Could you… well, demonstrate. It’s very interesting to see this.
– Of course, Uncle Zhora! — my daughter beamed.
She immediately got down on her knees right in the middle of the room and opened her mouth, preparing to take my sperm for the umpteenth time. At that moment Natasha entered. Without saying a word, she walked past her daughter in a waiting position, put her palms on Zhora’s towel-covered ass, and kissed him right on the lips. At the moment of the kiss, my wife furtively glanced at me, and I sat in complete delight, enjoying the sight of my daughter, standing on her knees with invitingly open lips and protruding tongue, and the fantastic picture of mutual caresses and kisses of my wife and my daughter’s gift.
My daughter’s voice brought me out of oblivion:
– Dad, well, I’m waiting!
I got up from the chair and approached my daughter. Her delightful face again made me twitch with the realization of the impending pleasure. I didn’t immediately put my daughter on my penis, but first decided to lightly rub my penis on her cute cheeks. Meanwhile, Natasha had already pulled the towel off Zhora and was kissing his stomach and thighs. She was still paying attention to the erect penis, every now and then casting glances at me, as if asking, “How do you like me, my love?” I didn’t answer, but she understood everything from the expression on my face. With a smile, Natasha took Zhorik’s penis with her fingers and began to lightly caress it, not yet using her lips and tongue. And I was literally thrilled, leaving wet marks with my dick on Sasha’s face…
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