Daughters and Fathers Ch. 05

"That too," then snorting with smiles at their joint response. When it happened again, and they snorted again, he remarked softly:

"Couldn't say it before, but this feels so good, ... feeling your pussy do that."

"And your cock," she murmured with the slightest of smiles.

He made his cock twitch, and her pussy responded, and they both nodded. She murmured:

"Very good, ... like this, feeling how good it is for each other."

"Um-hmm, very! Kind of gets lost when it's going in and out."

"That's what I meant."

They smiled again at their common understanding. They were startled by Britta's remarking:

"You two! I know what you mean, but no one ever told me that."

They both looked over at her. He replied:

"I will. It did this morning, and will again."

"That's a promise, ... just remember to tell me."

"Ask him," Maren rejoined.

They all snickered, and Britta returned to her cooking, and he and Maren, to arousing each other, smiling and chuckling, as her hips began to move again, pussy and cock letting each other know how good it felt. After they had a couple of times, Maren murmured:

"I could do this forever."

"We have to eat sometime. ... You said that I don't have to do anything, ... so you will."

"Hmm! You want me to?"

"Since we can't do this forever."

"Hmm, pity. ... Hm-hmm! Maybe I shouldn't have said that."

"But you did, ... and you can do it better than I can."

"Not really."

But her fingers were already sliding down through her red pubic hair. He nodded, and she did, and then, as her fingers found and began to rub over her clitoris, her eyelids dropped, and she moaned softly.

Her hips had stilled, but he felt her pussy responding to the new arousal, and his cock twitched in its clasps. After a minute or two of enjoying with his own soft moans this still controllable pleasure, he murmured:

"Your other hand, too?"

Her eyes opened, and after a moment she murmured:

"My other hand? ... Oh, you mean ...?"

"If it helps."

"Hmm? ... I never have."

"If it helps."

"Hmm! ... You want me to?"

"I want it to be good."

"Hmm. Me too."

She smirked slightly and put two fingers in her mouth, her other fingers remembering to rub again. With another snort, she reached back between her buttocks, chuckling slightly, and then snorting with a sharp "Uhnn!" and murmuring: "sweet little asshole, ... uhn, ... uhn-hnn."

Her pussy clenched his cock, that had recovered a little during their exchange, but then - with the fingers of both her hands moving - her pussy was even more aroused, and his cock, too, twitching in response to feeling her pussy trying to milk it. Her eyes had closed again, and they were both moaning, as he squeezed her breasts with her stiff nipples between his fingers.

"Oh!" he thought: this was better than fucking - in and out - so aware of how aroused her pussy was and wanting to come! And making his cock feel like that, too! And her hips twitching uncontrollably as her thighs quivered and clutched together on him! It was so arousing to experience how aroused she was! He was having to support her convulsing body with his hands grasping her breasts, as she groaned loudly. Her contracting pussy flooded his cock with her hot juice, as she groaned again.

His hips were twitching; he was going to come! But then she collapsed down on him with a soft cry: "Oh fuck!"

He did, desperately pumping his cock up in her pussy and groaning as he spurted in her already so wet pussy. She was gasping, and then he felt her pussy squeeze his cock again, and she cried out again: "God yes! More! Fuck me!"

He did, now desperate to satisfy her clutching pussy, despite the nearly pain sensation of continuing after his orgasm. His hands slid down and grasped her ass, and one finger found her asshole, that immediate invited it to probe, almost drawing it in each time her pussy contracted on his cock, as she encouraged him with aroused moans: "Uhn-hnn! Uhn-hnn! Uhn-hnn! ... "

His feet had been sliding down the sofa. He draw them up again to continue thrusting his hips up, slapping against hers. It began to feel more arousing for his cock. It hardly seemed that she could be more aroused, but with a gasp, her pussy flooded his cock again - and everything else down there. He felt it running down beside his sack, as their hips slapped wetly together. And then she collapsed again, lying heavily on him, her stomach heaving against his. His feet slid down the sofa, and his finger slipped out, and for several deep breaths and moaning sighs, they lay still.

Finally she raised her head and looked down at him, moaning softly again, and exclaimed softly:

"Oh Daddy, you're the best!"

She pulled herself up on him and planted a long kiss on his mouth before he could reply. His cock slipped out, and he returned her kiss, both shocked and flattered by her spontaneous remark. When their lips separated, he snorted and said:

"I don't know, ... know if that's good."

"It sure looked like was. I think she's right."

Britta's voice surprised them again. He turned his head - feeling a embarrassed. Maren rolled back against the sofa, and they both saw that Britta was leaning against the table, holding her breast with her other hand cupped around her pussy. She snorted with wry smile, nodding and adding:

"It must have been; I couldn't help but do it to myself. I'm dripping."

Her fingers extended back between her legs, and then she raised her hand and put them in her mouth. They all snorted. Maren rubbed his chest and said: "It was," and looked down at him and added: "You were the best."

"Hmm? ... I hope not, ... if you know what I mean. ... Hmm?! Fathers are supposed to be a role model for what girls should look for in a husband, but I don't think like this."

They all snorted and then laughed in a release of nervous tension. Britta was the first to speak, snorting again and agreeing:

"Definitely, but now it's time to eat - has been for some while. Good thing the fishballs and potatoes could kept warm without overcooking."

"Um-hmm, but we need to wipe up a little first," he replied.

"All of us," Britta agreed with smile.

When he had sat up, Maren looked down on the sofa, and asked:

"Did I do that?"

The others looked at the wet spot and nodded. Britta remarked:

"It must have been good."

"It was," he and Maren agreed, and he helped her up from the sofa.

As they were washing, Britta said:

"That should even the score for today."

"It sure did, and he promised that he would tell you how good it is next time."

"Not tonight, ... at least, not while doing anything."

"Hm-hmm! Just lie in bed and tell us - in detail - how good it feels for you, how it feels good for you."

"Hmm?! And if you like it, you'll be doing it to yourselves."

"I doubt it, not after today."

Her sister nodded. He snorted and remarked:

"Fathers should only have one daughter to be a role model for."

"And if one had three or more?"

"The younger one or two could wait - wouldn't be old enough."

They all chuckled and sat down to eat, talking about the next day: planning their meals for shopping, and for their dinner at home, agreeing that something from the oven would be a change, the girls saying that they could make a meatloaf. He suggested they make two and bring one back to eat cold or warmed up.

They cleaned up and listened to the news and weather forecast. Since the girls didn't suggest something else to do, he feigned a yawn and remarked:

"I don't know why, but I'm tired."

"Then we can go to bed, and you can tell us. We want to get up early, anyway."

Her sister nodded, and they went outside, snorting as they watched each other's stream. The sun hadn't really set as they got into bed together, just disappeared behind the hill. They all lay on their backs, and Maren said:

"Now tell us."

"If you promise not to touch me."

"But if it's too good, and maybe ... well, your cock also thinks it's good?"

"It won't, ... not tonight. And I'll slap any fingers that do."

"Hm-hmm! And if it isn't fingers?"

"I'll slap your bottom."

"Oooh! I wouldn't mind that!"

"Stop teasing him and keep your hands to yourself. Now tell us."

"Sometime you have to try to tell me what it's like for you."

"Oh, that would be fun, ... especially if you weren't tired."

"Um-hmm! Now tell us."

Both girls rolled towards him, moving back a little not to touch him.

He snorted and began to tell what it felt like to have his cock in their pussies. They nodded and chuckled, agreeing that they like to feel them squeeze his cock and feel it twitch in them. After that, he was more answering their questions: how it felt when he came, when they came. He enjoyed trying to describe his sensations and thoughts, and the girls did, too, then asking how it felt when they were sucking his cock. He really enjoyed trying to tell how good that was, and they delighted in telling in detail how it felt for them to have his cock in their mouths and to enjoy arousing it. When they told what it was like to feel him come, his cock was larger than it had been. Britta said that it was better feeling a boy coming that way than being frustrated, if he came in her pussy, but she didn't. Maren enjoined:

"But you haven't. Of course, we want him to come, but if he can't make us, then better not to be so frustrated."

"Hmm, thanks. And Johan?" he replied.

"He learned."

"Didn't have any choice," Britta replied with a chuckle, adding:

"But he was very willing to learn."

"Um-hmm! Very willing! Not just to learn." Maren agreed.

"Like me, I guess," he remarked.

"Um-hmmm!" both girls confirmed.

They all chuckled. Then they asked him about licking their pussies. He snorted and replied that they knew just as much about that as he did, even better, since they knew how what they were doing felt for each other. They agreed, and then asked if he could tell the difference between their pussies. He snorted again and replied that he couldn't, nor between how they tasted, just loved the way they did. One of them reminded that he could tell the difference between their assholes. They all snickered and agreed that it must feel the same for all them there. Then they asked him what it was like to have his cock and balls down there all the time, and he told them it was especially nice to feel them moving, like when he had been chopping wood and after sex. They liked that, and one of them asked him to describe how it felt when his cock got stiff. That led to a discussion about the first time it had, and then the problem with its getting stiff at the wrong times, when he was a young teenager; and then later, with girls, before he really knew what to do with it - "or with them."

The girls chuckled, and one asked how it was with a condom. He snorted and replied that it had been a long time since he had used one; that when he had "back then," it had always been good, so new and arousing; and that it had been a good thing that he had, since he usually had come before he wanted to. The girls nodded with a knowing "um-hmm," one adding: "For us, too." "Only we didn't come as soon as we wanted to," the other remarked. "If at all," her sister added, and they all chuckled.

It was a delightful conversation, if not one to help them go to sleep, but eventually, he really yawned, and the girls thanked him for his telling. He said that it seemed that they had also told him about as much as they could, and they agreed. They thanked each other for the nice day together, snorting, and then said good night. One of the girls rolled over and he rolled towards her, and they got comfortable with his arm around her, but not holding her breast, and the other girl moved closer with her arm around him, but not finding his cock with her hand.

Despite everything he had done the previous day, he woke up in the night with an erection and found his hand on a breast. Sleepily, he opened an eye and recognized that he was facing Maren, and then that her hand was lying loosely under his. He wondered if she had put his hand on her breast. Recalling their conversation didn't do anything to make his cock relax, especially when he remembered their enthusiastic descriptions about liking to feel him come in their mouths - and then, that he hadn't in Maren's the day before. Admitting to himself his self-interest, he wondered: would she want to now? Not mind being awakened? They wanted to get an early start, so they wouldn't do anything in the morning. It would only be fair to give her the opportunity now.

He moved his fingers on her breast. After a moment, he heard a soft "uhm," and then felt her fingers move. He moved his again, and hers moved, as he heard slightly more distinct "um-hmm." He turned his hand down and held hers and drew it down. She gave a questioning, more pronounced "uhn?" but let him draw her hand over her hip and place it on his stiff cock. Her fingers held it lightly, first only a reflex, but then she snorted and moved her fingers. He whispered:

"Want to suck it? You didn't yesterday."

She snorted again, and her fingers fondled it more consciously. She nodded with a soft "um-hmm," and whispered:

"If you want me to."

"Um-hmm. Just slide down the bed."

"Um-hmm."

She rolled over and moved down the bed, drawing her legs up, as she changed hands on his cock. With one arm under her head, she moved a little further. He rolled his hips towards her, and his cock slipped between her lips. "Um-hmm," he moaned softly, and felt the vibrations of her hummed response. As she gently sucked and licked, her fingers slipped from around his cock and found his balls, discovering that his sack was caught between his thighs. They slipped behind them and drew his sack free, then fondling his balls in his loose sack. "Um-hmm," he acknowledged, and she nodded slightly in return.

Although it had seemed till then that they hadn't stirred Britta, she drew her arm from around him and rolled back, getting comfortable on her other side. Maren had stopped sucking and licking, but then resumed arousing his cock, nodding slightly again. He stroked her hair, and she hummed softly, and then with more hums - more felt than heard - let him know that she was enjoying what she was doing as much as he was.

He couldn't help but remember Britta's having sucked his cock for so long, but she had slowed down several times to let him recover a little. As good as was feeling, he didn't want that now, just to be able to go back to sleep - for Maren, too. When his cock began to throb, and he felt her tongue still, and that her fingers were trying to loosen his tight sack, he thrust his cock gently and urged her head to move. She nodded and began to suck and lick again, now also moving her head.

"Fucking him with her mouth," he thought, with only the additional thoughts: it was so nice that his daughter could do it so good; that she liked to suck his cock; that she wanted him to come in her warm mouth; that he was about to; and she felt it, too, now clutching his cock and jogging her hand on it. She did it so good!

He managed not to moan or groan as he came, but she moaned louder than her earlier hums, as his semen spurted in her mouth. She licked over his little slit, and then he felt her sloshing it around in her mouth. She sucked slightly, as she let his cock slip from between her lip, and then moved back up on the bed. When her head was level with his, he whispered: "Thank you." She nodded and raised her head over his and put her lips on his, waiting to feel his tongue before she opened her lips and let him taste himself. With silent snorts, their tongues shared the taste, until most of it slid down in his throat. She lowered her head and whispered: "Thank you, too."

He put his arm around her, and she raised and drew up her thigh, inviting his to slip between hers. Her arm slid under his, and her hand found his soft cock. He nodded, and they relaxed together and soon fell asleep.

Britta was the first one to wake up. She rolled back and looked over at the other two. With a snort, she murmured: "I thought so. ... Hmm! Sleeping like two lovers."

Her father and sister opened their eyes, smiling slightly. Then he nodded and replied:

"I guess so."

"He asked me to, ... so he could go back to sleep."

"Hmm! You obviously did. ... Oh, I don't mind - much - just surprised."

"He said, 'since I didn't yesterday'."

"Oh, that's all right; I certainly did."

"Um-hmm, thank you: 'never did anything for that long'."

They all chuckled, and Maren reached over him and squeezed her sister's breast. He snorted and said:

"Anyway, good morning; time to get up."

"Good morning."

"Good morning."

With another chuckle, they got up one after another, and went outside and "went" together.

With no more chuckles or snorts, they washed and set about making breakfast, agreeing to forego coffee and eggs, that would have required starting a fire in the stove. As they were packing up to return to Bergen, they remembered to include the used sheets, joking that they really only needed to bring back sheets for one bed. Finally, they reluctantly put on clothes. When they had shouldered their rucksacks, he grinned and fondled their breasts through their shirts, murmuring: "I thought so," as though he didn't already know that they weren't wearing bras. With snickers, they set off.

As they were driving into Bergen, they agreed that they should do their shopping before they got home. When they had everything and were back in the car, he snorted and said:

"I was hoping it would rain, to see if what you said last week was really true."

"Pity for you. Maybe it will before we leave; it can always rain in Bergen."

"You know how we look, anyway. ... Oh! Or did you want to see if other girls aren't wearing bras?"

"I'm not going to tell."

They all laughed and were soon home, unloading the car and loading the washing machine: lots of sheets and their towels, but very few pieces of clothing. The girls reminded him to call their mother, and said they would shower and wash their hair. He recognized the implication that it would probably be easier for him to talk to her with them not around.

It was: his telling that the girls had been sketching and everything else that he could mention, including a couple of hikes that they hadn't made, but could have. He could honestly answer that the girls had been very helpful with meals, and that they were staying the night so they could cook two meatloafs. His wife said that she would be returning the following Saturday and agreed that they didn't have to return until Sunday, then telling that she would probably have to visit her parents every couple of weeks for the rest of the summer, and gave her greetings to the girls, after he had said that they were already washing their hair.

As he hung up, he realized that this was the first time in days since they hadn't been in constant sight of each other, except when they had to use the outhouse. He went and took a shower in the other bathroom, a little surprised to see in the mirror how his beard had grown, wondering if after another week he could wear it to work. He always let it grow at the cabin, but never before had considered not shaving at the end of vacation. Have to ask the girls, he thought, wondering that they hadn't mentioned it, even the first couple of days, when it was scratchy - and he had been licking their pussies.

It occurred to him, that maybe they were enjoying girl-talk after having been together with him day and night, although after their conversation in bed, it didn't seem like there was much that they could want to discuss that they wouldn't say with him present. Opening a drawer to find fresh underpants, he remembered with a snort that one of them had ask: "Who said we were going to have any clothes on?" He snorted again, closing the drawer, and left the bedroom, feeling a little strange about being elsewhere in the house with nothing on.