Daughters and Fathers Ch. 08

He held her, still moaning, as their heaving stomachs rose and fell against each other. After a while, he slipped his finger out. She nodded slightly, but didn't move, her head resting on his shoulder.

Their breathing had returned to normal, when she raised her head and kissed him, her tongue finding his again, and then retreating, and then she sighed and murmured:

"Oh, Daddy! That was so good!"

He nodded. She murmured:

"I just had to say that. Maren said you didn't mind."

"Hm-umm, not any more. It was."

She kissed him again, without using her tongue, and then lay her head on his shoulder again. They stayed like that, until his cock slipped out of her pussy, then exchanging soft snorts. She raised her head again and gave him another light kiss, and sat up, smiling fondly at him. He smiled back and murmured:

"I hope you can stand up."

"Um-hmm. Help me just roll off you."

He held her waist and helped her roll next to him on the sofa. She stretched out her legs, grinning slightly as she watched her wiggle her feet and toes. Then she snorted and said:

"Oh, I'm leaking."

She reached down between her legs, nodding with a wry smile. He smiled and said:

"You were more than just leaking before."

"Hm-hmm! Because you did it so good."

She smirked and licked her moist fingers and snorted:

"That was you."

"Because you did it so good."

"Only because you did. ... Hmm! Kind of unfair. I hope you can again tonight."

"Should have thought about being so considerate before you told me everything you wanted to do."

"When you were telling me how good it was going to be?"

"We can wait till the morning, like we did."

"Wonder where she is."

"With the trolls? Maybe just imagining that she found one."

"Hm-hmm! Probably, ... with a hairy sack."

They laughed and got up, he steadying her for a moment, after her having knelt so long on him. He looked at the couple of wet spots on the sofa, and suggested that they should try to wash them. She said that she would, then snickering as she discovered dried spots to wash. Then they need to go, and went outside. He put his arm around her, as they did, and she, hers around his waist, both chuckling comfortably, as they watched their streams die down. He put two fingers in his mouth and whistle shrilly, and they returned to the cabin and washed each other.

As they were beginning to prepare dinner, Maren returned, smiling at them. Britta smirked and asked:

"Did you find any?"

"Any what?"

Trolls, of course."

Maren hesitated a second with a smirk and replied:

"Oh yes, but it took a while. Two, and they do have hairy sacks, but one had seen us both before and insisted that he only wanted to do something with you."

"How flattering. But the other one ...?"

"Oh, he was real good. Hm-hmm! I thought trolls were all small, but down there they aren't."

"Hmm! That's good to know. So you spent the whole time with him. What did the other one do?"

"Hm-hmm! What do you think? Just watched us. He really isn't small down there, not when he was watching us."

"Hmm! You've got a fertile imagination."

"Not really, just wondering what you two were doing."

"We won't tell, ... but better than you could imagine."

Their father nodded with a smirk. Maren smiled and replied:

"I hope so. I did the best I could without a troll, but it was fun imagining what it could be like with one."

"Good, I hope."

"Oh yes! He knew just how I like it. Of course I had to help him and show him, but then ..."

"Hmm! I thought trolls were supposed to have a lot of experience."

"Hm-hmm! He was young - and willing - but complained that dairymaids are getting rare in the mountain meadows."

"And then Maren came along, also young and willing."

"Very, ... but I'm losing my belief in trolls."

"Maybe I'll look for the other one tomorrow."

They all laughed, and Maren joined in helping cook dinner.

After dinner and cleaning up, they decided to work on a puzzle, agreeing on one they had done more than once on rainy days in the past, committing themselves to finish it before they went to bed, since they needed the table for breakfast. The table was wiped clean again, and they all started turning the pieces right side up, already putting edge pieces about where they remembered they belonged. Soon they were finding other pieces that fit together. Maren snorted and held up a piece with four protuberances and remarked:

"Look. Four pacifiers."

"Hm-hmm! For a large family," he replied.

"As long as you just think of them as pacifiers," Britta rejoined with a smirk.

"I did, but now that you suggest it, ..."

"They're just pacifiers," he remarked, picking up a piece with with two indentations, adding:

"And these are just mouths. ... Hmm! I don't want to know what you think about each time you mate two pieces together. Shouldn't have use that word."

"But you did. Hm-hmm! Makes putting together a puzzle just one big orgy."

They all laughed, and Britta remarked:

"If you want to think so. Just don't get excited every time you 'mate' a couple; worse, more than two pieces."

They laughed again and started trying to find mates for pieces, chuckling when they did. Maren collected a few adjoining pieces and then put them all together, remarking:

"Just a small orgy."

When they found the last edge piece, he remarked:

"They're lying awfully still for it to be an orgy."

"Um-hmm, they're just waiting for someone else to 'mate' with them," Maren replied.

With more remarks like that and the accompanying chuckles, they continued. Maren held back a piece, only admitting she had it, when it was the last one to fit. She snickered and said:

"Do you think they'll all starting moving when the last member of the orgy joins them?"

"Hm-hmm! I doubt it, but we can watch and see."

They all chuckled, and she fit it in the opening, and then feigned a disappointed expression, murmuring:

"They must have fallen asleep, ... like you did this afternoon."

"Um-hmm, but that was all I wanted to do, so I can understand them," Britta agreed with a smirk.

"Maybe we should let them sleep. Perhaps they're shy about doing anything, while we watch."

"I wouldn't be," Maren replied to her father's suggestion.

"We know that, Britta replied, smirking and adding:

"If they were like you, we would probably have had to keep fitting them back together."

"I don't think it could really be an orgy," he remarked, explaining:

"I don't know anything about orgies, but assumed that they would have to 'mate' with other pieces, not just their immediate partners."

Maren snorted and countered:

"But some of them fit together well with other pieces, that aren't their immediate partners."

"Hmm! Then it could be an orgy. Hm-hmm! And most people would think their mating with three or four others at the same time constituted an orgy."

"Um-hmm, even the corner pieces, just mating with two others," Britta added.

The others nodded. Maren said:

"But I've got to go."

"Hmm! Too much talk about 'mating,' didn't get enough with your troll?" Britta asked facetiously.

"You did?" Maren replied, her thighs twitching together under the table.

"Not with a troll."

"I've got to go, too," he remarked, smiling at one and then the other, rubbing his bearded cheek as he added:

"You forgot to see if he had more hair."

They all chuckled as they got up. Maren feigned a scowl and replied in complaining tone:

"He wouldn't let me do that."

As they trooped outside in the late dusk, she chuckled with a grin and said:

"He just threw me down and jumped on me."

"You let him?" her sister asked.

Maren grinned again. By now their streams were all arching out, standing close enough together that he could put his hands on both their asses. Maren chuckled and replied:

"Oh, you know that sculpture of the rape of a Sabine woman: he is holding her up. Like that, he picked me up and only dropped me, when he found a nice soft mossy spot."

"Didn't know trolls were so considerate," he replied, rubbing their asses, thinking that rubbing Britta's was in agreement about what they had done in the afternoon and that rubbing Maren's was a suggestion of his anticipation that they would be sleeping together. The girls' expressions, when they glanced at him, suggested that they understood.

They returned to the cabin. Britta immediately went in the bedroom and got the bedding to sleep on the sofa, letting him and Maren wash first. Even though they all had seen each other wash themselves so often before, as a last action before going to bed, it was still suggestive of what they knew they would be doing, even for Britta, nodding slightly with a little smile as she watched them, and then washed herself. They thanked each other for a nice day - the usual Norwegian expression - said without smirks, just with the smile and nod appropriate no matter how they had spent the day together. Then they said good night, and he and Maren went in the bedroom, closing the door behind them.

She got in bed first, holding up the covers, waiting for him to join her, raising her thigh, when he did, inviting him to lie closer and slide his leg between hers. They put their arms around each other, exchanging soft hums. She murmured:

"This is nice, real nice, like I hope it was for you last night."

"Um-hmm, very nice."

"I don't really want to do anything, not right now."

"We didn't either, just talked."

"Oh, I didn't show you my other picture."

"No. Did you like it?"

"Of course, at least, the subject."

"Just don't give it a title: 'Daddy's', no just 'Daddy' would be enough."

"It sure would be. Britta said it, too. I don't mind; perhaps better than avoiding saying it."

"Daddy."

"Daughter. And your trolls?"

"Hm-hmm! They looked like the ones Kittelsen drew, but they all had clothes on."

"Pity."

"Um-hmm, but then I could imagine how they might be without any."

"Hm-hmm! I'm sure that was good."

"Um-hmm! I lay in the sun and did it, and then did it a couple of times more, because it felt good and I didn't have anything better to do."

"Thanks."

"It wasn't as good as with you, but better than it used to be."

"I don't want to do anything, either, even after all the talk about orgies."

"That was funny."

"Um-hmm."

"Oh, I do want to do something. Do you think we can sleep like you did, taking your naps?"

"All night?"

"Hmm! Probably not, and I won't say that I then won't want to do something."

"I can't imagine what."

"Just a nice pacifier - till then."

"If you want to. It was nice, just being a pacifier."

She hugged him closer and gave him a kiss, and said "sleep tight," and turned around under the covers. They drew their thighs up and got comfortable, both slipping an arm under the other's waist. She put his soft cock in her mouth and her other arm around his hip, rolling hers a little towards him, as she drew her other thigh up past his shoulder, and his other arm slid over her waist. He moved his head closer to her pussy, sniffing and then murmuring:

"Good thing that you washed, or I might not just want to sleep."

She nodded with an "un-hnn," and they relaxed. Before he fell asleep, it occurred to him that her thigh was a perfect pillow - her sister's too, of course. Why had that not occurred to him before; his head had rested on them so often? And on his wife's, a little softer, but he liked a firm pillow, and thinking about his wife was not what he wanted to do at the moment, not in this position, and not for a few more days - and nights.

He was roused, when the leg over him extended past his shoulder. Instinctively, his arms held her hips. Her foot jarred the head of the bed, and her leg returned to where it had been, waking him up. He felt a tongue lick over the soft tip of his cock, then recognizing that it was in the mouth of one of his daughters, not yet considering which one's, but understanding that he had his arms around her hips. The tongue licked again, and he felt a soft puff on his balls. Then he remembered that Maren had wanted to go to sleep with his cock in her mouth, that he was embracing her hips with his head on her thigh.

The tongue played over the tip of his cock, more with his foreskin, but then finding his little slit. He felt another puff, and then felt her suck. He blew on her pussy, now fully awake. The tip of her tongue tried to explore inside his foreskin. Then he felt her open her mouth and rock her head back, closing it again, and pushing his loose skin back, her tongue then able to explore better. He blew again, and her hips rocked forward. He clasped them closer and found her pussy with his tongue.

Then they were enjoying again what they had done so many times. Every day, he wondered; that morning, but this was so nice and relaxed, she just letting his cock slowly grow, just sleepily arousing each other, the nicest thing to do in the middle of the night, and if she wanted to go back to sleep without feeling him come in her mouth and without letting him to taste her pussy juice, that was fine too; they would do it in the morning - one way or the other. He just loved to lick her pussy - Britta's too, of course. And their mother's, he admitted, now not worried about the connection, but never so easy and relaxed as now, his wanting to lick longer than she wanted him to, not wanting him to come in her mouth. Enjoy it with his daughters as much as he could, he consoled himself; they did.

Despite his enjoying how relaxed it was and Maren's mild activity, his cock began to twitch. She sucked and licked a little more actively. He accepted that they were going to give each other orgasms, and held the cheeks of her ass tighter, as his tongue became more active. She grasped his, and then let her fingers explore closer to his asshole. When they rippled over it, his found hers and did the same, as he remembered the girls' discussion about whether they wanted to use them. He didn't want to hurry things, and apparently, Maren agreed; their fingertips just continuing to rub back and forth, making them twitch.

When his cock began to twitch more often, Maren stopped arousing it. He nodded, understanding that she didn't want him to come yet, not before she could with him. Clever girl, he thought, and continued to enjoy arousing her. She encouraged him with loud hums vibrating on his cock, also arousing, but not too much, as her fingertips continued to ripple over his asshole, and his, over hers, as he buried his nose between her pussy lips and sucked and nibbled on her clitoris.

Her hips rocked up, and she began again to suck and lick, beginning to move her head on his thigh, making the head of his cock - where it was most sensitive - rub against her pallet. Her hips were twitching against his face, and her vibrating moans became more aroused, more insistent. Then a fingertip probed in his asshole. He nodded, and one of his responded, eliciting a sharper moan: "Uhnn-un-un-unnn!" She grasped his cock to keep his twitching hips from thrusting it too deep in her mouth. Just in time!

With a grunt, he thrust harder and spurted deep in her throat. Her jaw held his cock tighter, as she gulped, and then she groaned and her pussy wet his face, as her body convulsed, but she still encouraged his cock to spurt again, licking and sucking and moving her hand against the following, weaker thrusts of his cock, almost biting him again as the second strong spurt hit her throat, then letting him fill her mouth. He had to tilt his head back to catch a breath, his nose drenched by her pussy, delighting in the taste of her juice, his tongue trying to gather in more of it.

Before they could recover, she gasped and thrust her legs out straight, pushing herself down the bed with her feet against the headboard, as she exclaimed: "Cramp! Thigh!"

He grasped her thigh, feeling the knot and squeezing it. It loosened, and she murmured:

"Thanks. Damn! I didn't want that to happen; ... I wanted to go back to sleep with your cock in my mouth."

"Hmm! That would have been nice, ... but we can't have everything. You came so good."

"Um-hmm, thanks. You did, too, just like I wanted, but now it's all gone."

"And my face is all wet. I just love the taste of your pussy when you come like that."

"Hmm! That's good, because I sure did, ... you made me."

"Like you did, me."

"Um-hmm. Don't know if it tastes good, but I like it."

"Come here and kiss me, anyway, even if I can't get to taste it."

She snorted and crawled back around, urging him to roll back, and lay on him and gave him a good kiss. He grasped her ass, as he returned it. Then she sighed and murmured:

"Guess we can't sleep like this, but I would like to."

"Hm-umm. Nice, but I don't think I could, with my daughter lying on me."

"Hm-hmm, with her lying on her daddy."

"Um-hmm."

She kissed him lightly and rolled off him towards the wall. As he rolled towards her, she reached back and found his hand, drawing to her breast, and he drew his thighs up behind hers. She squeezed his fingers around her breast and murmured:

"I wish you would suck them more often."

"Hmm! I would like to, but you should have told me that before."

"I know, but I wanted you to do that even more."

"I did, too."

"Um-hmm, just like I wanted."

"And like I wanted."

"Hmmm? If I could have another 'want', it would be to wake up with you between my thighs again, and do it like we did ... at home."

"Hmm? I would want that, too, but don't know if my cock will think of that."

"Hm-hmm! It has a couple of hours to think about it."

"It's sleeping already."

She snickered and released his hand and forced hers down between them and fondled his very soft cock. He snorted and murmured:

"See, sleeping."

"Maybe it can dream, remembering how nice it was to be in my pussy."

"I hope so, but let it sleep now, me too."

She drew her hand back and held it to his on her breast again, murmuring:

"Me too. Thanks. Good night."

"Um-hmm, good night."

They very quickly went back to asleep.

When he woke up in the morning, he was lying on his other side. He only vaguely recalled that he had turned over during the night. He was aware that his cock was stiff, but recognized that it was because he had to go, why he had awakened, and then remembered that Maren was lying behind him. He opened his eyes and saw through the window that it was a gray day, then that it was drizzling. He didn't want to get up and go out in the rain, then remembering that there was a seldom used chamber pot under the bed. Hoping that he wouldn't awake Maren, he slipped from under the covers and knelt down and used it as quietly as he could, glancing at Maren, who was still lying as she had been, when they fell asleep.

As he squeezed the last few drops out, she rolled back, however, and he saw her arm move under the covers, apparently seeking him. As he recalled that the previous night was the only one in the previous two weeks that she had slept alone, she turned her head and opened her eyes, discovering him next to the bed. She smiled sleepily and murmured:

"What are you doing? Oh, of course; I have to, too."

"Better than going outside in the rain."

"Oooh! Yes, it is. ... A good day to just stay in bed."

"Um-hmm."

He rose up, and she crept out of bed, smirking as she squatted over the chamber pot, remarking as her stream began to splash in it:

"Good thing that we've been doing this together outside; could have been a little embarrassing."

"Hardly, after what we've been doing inside."

"It still was, the first time."

"Um-hmm. Back to bed? And hope Britta feels the same way."

"Um-hmm."

She smiled, and he and then she crept back under the covers, facing each other and drawing their thighs up between each others', smiling slightly at each other, with their arms down between them. She murmured: