“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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