Daughters and Fathers Ch. 09

Her laughter died down, and she gasped and sighed with deep moans, her pussy clutching his cock a couple of more times, as she pushed Britta's head back. He sighed and moaned with her. When he felt Britta lick his balls, he moaned again, feeling her tongue lapping up his softening sack and then up the back of his cock to where it disappeared in Maren's pussy, who snorted at feeling her tongue touch her there.

For a few moments, they were still, his cock softening. When Britta caressed his balls with her tongue, he recognized that his sack had loosened. He was a little surprised when she then grasped his balls and gently pulled down, her tongue on his cock as it slipped out of Maren's pussy, feeling it lap over the head of his cock and then hearing her moistly licking Maren's pussy.

Maren snorted with a nod on his chest and murmured:

"Must be very wet."

"Um-hmm," Britta agreed, adding:

" ... and not just from you. Just trying to keep you from dripping."

"Hmm! Thanks. I had just had to have it again."

"Again and again, ... until I did, again."

"Oh, that's good! I felt a little selfish, just wanting so much."

"Um-hmm. Made me go all wet, too." Britta mutered.

"Hm-hmm! Come here, and let me try to make you even wetter."

He urged Maren to roll off him. She did, with an "um-hmm." He raised his head and held out his arms. Britta rose up and began to crawl up over him, murmuring:

"Which way?"

"Just like this."

She nodded with slight smile and moved further up over him. He grasped her ass and guided her hips over his face. After a first lick, he murmured:

"Nice wet pussy."

"And if I want to come like Maren did?"

"I hope so, that you can."

"Me too," Maren agreed.

As he began to arouse her, Maren murmured:

"I'll help, like you did yesterday morning."

She leaned down behind her ass and licked down her crevice, finding her asshole with her tongue. Britta chuckled in her throat, nodding. Maren rested her head on the top of his chest and stretched out. "Uhn-hnn," he agreed and stroked her hair, and then both their tongues were busy. He reached up and fondled Britta's breasts.

She encouraged them with appreciative hums and a few words, and then with moans, that became more aroused as her hips began to twitch. When she started to come, she gasped and dropped forward on her hands, making it difficult for Maren to keep her tongue on her contracting asshole. but she did, raising her head off his chest, and they continued until Britta with distraught sounding whimpers had wet his face a second time and then dropped forward off his face. She sighed with moans, the other two just sighing from their effort.

He raised his head and smiled at Maren, seeing his aroused cock behind her, as she returned his smile. As though she had seen that he had looked behind her, she turned her head back and snorted when she saw his cock out of the corner of her eye. She glanced back at him with a grin and murmured:

"Mmmm! Something else. Even if you don't want me to, I do, and it looks it wants me to."

"Hmm! Something like that."

She nodded with another grin and rolled over and grasped his cock, moving down his stomach. Without a preliminary lick, she opened her mouth and moved her head further, not touching the head of his cock until it was in her mouth. Her lips closed around it, and she licked and sucked. He snorted and remarked:

"I guess so; you know how to make me change my mind."

"Uhn-hnn," she agreed with a nod.

Her hand slid down and fondled his balls in his loose sack. He stroked her hair with one hand and slid the other one over her side and held her breast. She nodded and continued to suck and lick, humming with apparent pleasure at what she was doing. Britta moved around so she could see what was happening, snorting as she stroked his cheek and then let him suck two of her fingers in his mouth.

He sucked and licked, imagining how it must be for Maren to be doing the same with his cock in her mouth, thinking that it must be nice to suck a cock - obviously, as much as she and Britta enjoyed doing it. He only snorted at the recognition that he was thinking about sucking some other male's cock, not upset by the idea. He sucked and licked her fingers a moment longer and then turned his head. When she retrieved her fingers, he snorted again and murmured:

"Like sucking a cock."

"Um-hmm. Hm-hmm! You could do it good."

"Hmm?! The thought wasn't bothering me, until you said that."

Maren turned her head back and asked:

"What are you talking about?"

"He was sucking my fingers, and licking them."

"Hmm! I don't want him to try that."

"I don't either, but he was doing it good on my fingers."

"And I certainly don't either, just thinking how much you both enjoy doing it."

"We do," the girls both replied.

"And I especially enjoy it, when you do, ... like right now."

Maren nodded and turned her head back and sucked his cock back into her mouth, and increased her efforts to let him enjoy it. He fondled her nipple and hair, gently moving her head and gently rocking his hips. Britta snorted and offered him her fingers again, murmuring:

"Show me what she's doing."

He snorted and tried to, even nodding his head along with Maren's, Britta snorting, and moving her fingers when his hips did, shoving them completely in his mouth, when he groaned and his hips thrust his cock deeper in Maren's. She hummed as he spurted, sucking and licking until he was finished. She considerately stopped arousing him, her head resting still on his stomach, as her fingers fondled his tight sack and then began to loosen it. Britta removed her fingers and snorted, remarking:

"You really could do it good."

"Hmm! Only because you two showed me how to do it."

Maren let his wilting cock slip from between her lips and rolled back, grinning at them as she licked her lips and then remarked:

"But I enjoyed it more that Britta did."

"But not as much as I did, ... after you changed my mind about wanting you to," he replied.

"That was easy."

"Um-hmm! ... But now I have to go."

"Hm-hmm! I can do that, too."

"Hmm? Maybe, but not inside."

"I have to, too," Britta agreed, adding:

" ... besides, it has stopped raining."

The others looked out the window and saw that the clouds were breaking up. He snorted and said:

"Everybody outside and cool off."

They got up and went out and watched each other's stream, snorting when they noticed that they steamed a little in the cold air. They hurried back to the cabin, and he put a couple of pieces of fresh wood in the stove. Then they washed, as usual. One of the girls suggested that they put fresh sheets on the bed. The others nodded with slight smirks, and the girls remade the bed, while he listened for a weather forecast on the radio. Since it was still too early to start cooking, they decided to play cards. The weather forecast was for a sunny day, which brightened their spirits.

During dinner, they planned the next day, agreeing to a longer hike. When Maren recalled that they had to be back by mid-afternoon, so that she could finish her sketch, he said:

"Not much time for lunch, then."

The girls chuckled, and Britta asked:

"What were you thinking about?"

"Hmm! I just said it, ... not thinking what you probably thought."

"Only because you said it."

They all smirked. Then Maren snorted and remarked:

"Since we have to be back by then, we could start earlier than usual."

"Or you could just stay here and sketch something else till then," Britta suggested.

"And let you two ... have an extended lunch?"

"Oh, we wouldn't do anything. ... Anything you wouldn't do."

"Hmm! That was what I was afraid of."

They smirked again, and he repeated:

"Then not much time for lunch, and where we are going we could meet someone, anyway."

"Hmm! Probably have to wear shorts instead of just our bikini bottoms."

"Um-hmm, but you can just wear the tops, like others do. Besides, you look a little funny in just bikinis with hiking shoes."

"Good thing that you didn't think about that before."

"Only after seeing you like that."

They finished their meal and cleaned up, and returned to playing cards. Eventually, he said that he had to go. As usual, then the others also felt the urge, and they all went outside in the cool evening air. When they returned, Maren suggested:

"If we're going to get an early start, we could go to bed now. Oh, and if you don't mind, I'd like to share in the fresh sheets."

"Of course," Britta agreed with a smile, then snorting and adding:

" ... but who said that we were going to get an early start?"

"Just a suggestion."

"But not a bad one, as an excuse for getting between clean sheets," he added.

They all smiled and washed a little, and went to bed in their usual order, lying on their backs. As they straightened out the covers, they agreed that the fresh sheets had been a good idea. When they exchanged thanks for the day with the standard Norwegian expression, they chuckled and then wished each other good night. He turned to Britta, and Maren followed him. Britta continued to lie on her back, as he drew his thigh over hers and found her breast with his hand. She murmured:

"I can sleep like this."

"Um-hmm, but if anything happens, I didn't start it."

Maren's hand was sliding over his waist in the direction of his cock, as it had alternate nights the previous two weeks. She slid it back up to his chest, murmuring:

"And I didn't, either."

They all nodded and said good night again. As he was dozing off, Britta rolled towards him, drawing her thigh up. He raised his, letting hers slip between his. She moved her hips back a little, so that she could tilt them towards him. His hand slid from her breast around her side, and hers, over his, and they rested comfortably with their thighs overlapping, both nodding slightly on the pillow with a soft, almost unconscious "um-hmm." Maren's hand moved on his chest, her fingers just brushing Britta's breast, and she also nodded with a soft "um-hmm."

Later in the night, when Britta rolled back, he was only roused enough to find her breast again with his hand, feeling her thigh still comfortably under his, as her arm slid off him. He dozed off again, unaware that her hand had slid down to her pussy.

It just rest there for a long while. Then her fingers seemed to become aware of where they were, cupping down between her open thighs, and she hummed an almost inaudible "um-hmm," apparently dreaming. Her fingers moved a little, and she repeated her soft "um-hmm," too soft to waken him. Her fingers moved a little more, just stroking her closed pussy lips. Then her other hand slid up her hip and turned to his, as though it were sleepwalking, sliding over it and finding his soft cock, its fingers exploring enough to slip around it.

He had fallen asleep so often now with one of the girls' hands cupped around his cock and balls that this also didn't wake him, and the fingers seemed satisfied just to hold his cock loosely. He did begin to dream, however, not about his daughters, nor about his wife or an earlier girlfriend. In his dream, he vaguely recognized that it must be related to a weekend affair he had had several years before, but the woman holding his cock in his dream was another one, with whom he might have had a more serious affair - if the circumstances had been different. They both had wanted to sleep with each other, and now - in his dream - she was holding his cock, and it was liking it, and her fingers were encouraging it, and he was holding her breast. It was too good to be just a dream! And she was murmuring: "If you want to, I do."

He squeezed the breast. Slowly waking up - still half dreaming - he recalled dreaming of the sensation of holding something and then discovering that it wasn't there, but the breast in his hand was, even when he squeezed it again! And the hand on his cock was also there, fondling his aroused cock! But he couldn't be lying in bed with the woman he had been dreaming about, even though she repeated: "If you want to."

"I do, too," he murmured, still replying to the voice in his dream, now hoping that it wasn't just a dream, even if the breast and hand couldn't be that of the woman. When the thigh under his slid away, and the hand urged his cock to move closer behind her hip, he finally was fully awake; he had only had sex with his daughters that way, and had gone to sleep embracing Britta. As he moved his hips to help Britta guide his cock to her pussy, Maren's hand moved on his chest, and he more felt the puff of air from her snort than heard it.

Britta's other hand reached down between her legs and helped the head of his cock find her opening. They both moaned a soft "um-hmm," as it slipped into her, and then moaned more deeply, as they moved their hips to let it slide further into her warm, slippery pussy. Maren rubbed his chest again with her own "um-hmm," and murmured: "Do it."

He didn't need any encouragement to fuck his daughter, but it was nice that her sister approved that he did. He squeezed Britta's breast again and drew his leg up over her far one and pressed his cock as far as he could in her pussy. She moaned softly, and her pussy squeezed his cock, making it twitch. She snorted softly and murmured:

"I guess I started it; sort of woke up holding it."

"Um-hmm, and making me dream ... about someone else. We never did."

"Hmm, hope you weren't disappointed."

"Hm-umm, just surprised to slowly wake up and discover that it wasn't just a dream."

Maren rubbed his chest again with a nod, and then slid her hand back and rolled on her back. Britta also snorted softly and murmured:

"This is just such a nice way to wake up."

"Um-hmm, just like this; almost too lazy to do anything."

"Um-hmm, just almost."

She snorted and squeezed his cock with her pussy, adding:

"As long as I can do that and feel it there."

"Um-hmm, but then I better do a little to keep it like that."

He moved his hips a little, and she nodded with an "um-hmm," holding her hand on his on her breast. He put his other arm under her head and shoulder. He raised his head over hers, and they kissed, their tongues caressing. He fondled her nipple, his hips still again. She shoved his hand down to her pussy. When his fingers began to rub over her clitoris, she nodded with an "um-hmm," as their tongues continued to caress, and her pussy tightened on his cock. Her hand returned to her breast. After a few moments, she retrieved her tongue from his mouth and murmured: "Suck."

He curled down and found her other breast with his mouth, and for a while, just his mouth and fingers - and her fingers - were arousing her, and the response of her pussy was keeping his cock pleasantly aroused. Then she rocked her hips, and he took the hint to begin fucking her again. She gave an appreciative moan. His fingers became less active. After several thrusts of his cock in her pussy, he stopped and returned to arousing her clitoris. When her hips twitched again, his fingers stilled, and he fucked again. When he alternated back to rubbing her clitoris, she chuckled softly with an "um-hmm," and he continued alternating a couple of times more, eliciting more pleased moans, as he enjoyed feeling her pussy response to what his hand or his cock was doing.

He had forgotten about Maren, behind him, but then was aware that she was also moaning softly, and then that her hips were rocking on the mattress. The next time he began to fuck, Britta's hand slid down on his and encouraged his fingers to rub her clitoris at the same time. He did, pumping his cock in her pussy more actively than before.

Britta's moans became more aroused, as did Maren's, whose fingers were making wet noises in her pussy. Britta's fingers had slipped down past his, touching his cock, and her hips began to rock up, meeting its thrusts in her tight pussy. All three of them were moaning. then Maren's became even more aroused, and he felt her jerking body move the mattress, as she gasped and cried out softly: "Fuck! Yes!"

Britta's fingers slid up and ground his fingers back and forth over her aroused clitoris, rippling them over it, as she began to whimper, gasping, as her hips twitched wildly. He groaned and almost bit her nipple as he came, pumping his semen deep in her pussy, feeling it flood his cock and its warm juice run down on his thigh, as her body convulsed, and she gasped and whimpered louder, as though she were in pain. Her fingers clamped down on his, holding them still, her body jerking again, and then again, her pussy squeezing his throbbing cock. Then her whimpers changed to a couple of aroused laughs, and she relaxed, just gasping and sighing with moans.

He released her nipple and dropped back on the bed, catching his breath. After a few moments, she drew his hand up and licked his fingers, then murmuring:

"Oh Daddy! That was good!"

"Um-hmm, very."

Maren snorted and remarked:

"You don't have to tell me. But I wasn't sure you were ever going to. I just couldn't wait any longer."

Her sister replied:

"I hope it was for you, too."

"Hmm! Of course! Thinking about how good it must be for you that way."

They all snorted, and he reached back, his hand finding Maren's thigh and rubbing. His soft cock slipped out of Britta's pussy. She snorted and remarked:

"Not just your cock. So much for our fresh sheets."

"Hmm? Like that, all wet. I was, too."

"Hm-hmm! It sounded like it," he replied.

"But not as much as what you both did."

"Can't be two places at once; another time, ... but probably not tonight."

"That's a promise."

Maren slid his hand to her pussy. As his fingers cupped around it, he snorted at finding it still moist, nodding with an "um-hmm."

He drew Britta's head and shoulders towards him and kissed her, and then rolled over to Maren. Britta followed him and they curled up loosely together, he just holding Maren's upper breast, and Britta, with her forearm on his side. Maren murmured: "More sweet dreams." He squeezed her breast, and Britta rubbed her fingers on his chest, and they were silent, soon sleeping again.

He was stirred in the early morning, when Maren rolled back against him. Without really waking up, he move back and let her lie on her back, his hand sliding down to her waist, and they slept again, and woke up that way in the morning.

He was awakened by Maren's hand finding his soft cock, and her murmuring: "I thought so." She fondled it gently, until he was awake enough to reply:

"I said: 'probably not tonight'."

"I know; just wishful thinking. No dream?"

"Hm-umm. ... Hope you weren't having one."

"Hm-umm, just thinking it would be nice, ... after I woke up."

"Hmm! ... A dream would have been a better excuse."

"Hm-hmm! ... I could make up one, ... a really good one."

"Hmm! I'm sure."

"Hm-hmm! If Britta doesn't mind, it would have been about sleeping with Lars, and he would have been doing everything she taught him."

"Hmm! I do mind! Find someone else."

"Can't think of anyone else who would want to do everything I like - except you and Johan."

She fondled his cock, adding with a snicker:

"But it would have be more fun dreaming about someone else."

"Hmm! And more appropriate, since you don't need to - maybe shouldn't - dream about me."

"Don't need to."

She nodded, and her fingers crept down and fondled his balls. He snorted and slid his hand up to her breast. She also snorted and asked:

"Why don't you and Mom invited Johan to visit us again?"

"Hmm!? And know now what you - you both - want to do with him?"

"Um-hmm!" both girls responded cheerfully, Britta's fingers squeezing his nipple.

"Hmm? I don't know; you two could sound too eager about the idea."