Daughters and Fathers Ch. 12

“Didn't even occur to us.”
“Pity.”
“Um-hmm.”

She held his erect cock, gently sliding his skin, watching her hand shove it up around the head of his cock, and murmured:
“It's just made for doing this.”
“Hm-hmm! Um-hmm.”

She glanced up at him and asked:
“Do you want to lean against something? I want you to keep standing.”

He nodded, glancing around, then murmuring:
“The wall, I guess.”

She nodded and followed him as he sidled towards the nearest wall. With a smile, she dropped to her knees and looked at his cock with an expression delight, as though she were viewing a favorite work of art, no longer holding it, just watching it bob slightly with his heart beat. Her hand fondled his loose sack, jostling his balls, snorting softly as she let them swing. Then she murmured:
“Why I wanted you to stand, so I can do this.”

She leaned forward with her mouth under his cock and sucked one into her mouth, closing it around his ball and caressing it with her tongue. After a few moments, she released it and looked up and asked:
“Is that good? Arousing?”
“Um-hmm, feels very good. Arousing because you want to do, not just from the nice feeling.”
“That's nice: arousing because I like to do it. Feels nice to do, so round and smooth. The other one.”

She did the same to his other ball. He watched his cock slowly descend by small increments in time with his pulse. She let his ball slip from between her lips and noticed that his cock had dropped a little past the horizontal, remarking:
“Not that arousing, but now the best part. Hm-hmm! The half about getting there.”

She stuck out her tongue and licked the head of his cock, knowingly licking the little ridge on its lower side. She snorted as his cock twitched, trying to follow it with her tongue, as he moaned slightly and chuckled, as he watched her tease his cock back up to full erection, looking forward to watching and feeling it slip between her lips. But she looked up at him with a grin:
“That's fun, funny, that it does that, just the tip of my tongue tickling it there.”
“Um-hmm, and very much more arousing.”
“Uh, … you don't mind my taking so long?”
“Hm-umm! 'Getting there', anticipation is ninety percent of pleasure.”
“Um-hmm, for me, too. I just love to play with it, knowing it feels so arousing for you, … for me, too, … you know where, really.”
“That's nice, … if it isn't frustrating.”
“A little, but only a little, if I know that I'll get my pleasure eventually, … part of the ninety percent.”
“Oh, you will, anything you want.”

She gave him a broad grin, and then he watched and felt her lips slip around the head of his cock. It twitched, and he moaned in appreciation, continuing, as she gently sucked and caressed, one of her hands again fondling his loose sack. She hummed when his cock twitched, and he gave short moans. That went on, until his sack drew up and his hips twitched. Her fingers were clutched around his tight sack. She raised her head again and smiled slightly up at him, remarking:
“That tastes so good: slippery and salty, but then I know that I had better either stop or go for the last ten percent.”
“Hm-hmm! More like fifty percent, or everything then. You're right.”
“Didn't know that with Johan, … well, then last summer, when we had more experience and lots of time.”
“Hmm! I'm sure he didn't mind, probably couldn't wait.”
“Hm-hmm! Um-hmm! And we couldn't either, didn't want to, wanted it to be like in that story.”
“Hmm! A lot better than going on what your mother might have told you.”
“Hmm! For sure! Wouldn't have wanted her to; too embarrassing. Embarrassing enough, what little she did tell us.”
“Hm-hmm! I can imagine.”
“Oh, we blushed when we first read that.”
“That's reassuring; you should have.”
“Um-hmm, and did, but - hm-hmm! - then we read it again.”
“Hmm! And didn't blush, just got flushed from what you were also doing?”
“You know us too well.”
“Like this? Just very well, thank you.”
“Um-hmm, same to you. It's just so good; I love to do it, to make it so arousing.”
“For yourself, too.”
“Um-hmm. … Some more.”

She lowered her head, having to stoop a little to slip her tongue under his cock, and then it was back in her mouth, and she could straighten up again. They resumed exchanging hums and moans when his cock twitched. As it got better, he noticed her other hand slip down to her pussy and that she moved one knee a little to the side. He snorted and murmured:
“Save some for me.”

She snorted with a nod, continuing to suck and lick, more intensely than before. When he felt that he wasn't going to be able to keep his hips from twitching, he murmured:
“I hope you told me everything you wanted to. Don't stop.”

She nodded once vigorously, and he let his hips twitch, thrusting his cock a little deeper in her mouth, as he moaned. Her fingers clutched around his tight sack and encouraged the twitching movement of his hips. As he was about to ask her to hold and rub his cock, her hand slid up from his balls and grasped it, squeezing and moving.

“God, yes! Fuck me!” he murmured, and she did - with her hand and mouth, meeting his unrestrained thrusts, as his moans shifted to grunts, and he thrust deeper, his throbbing cock shooting his sperm deep in her throat. She hardly started, continuing to suck, as he spurted again and again, moaning each time he did.

When he held her head still, she stopped sucking, her tongue just moving his thick liquid around in her mouth. They held still for a few moments, while he recovered. When he slid his hand down and caressed her cheek, she raised her head and let his cock slip from her mouth. She looked up at him with a closed lips smile, nodding as she swallowed. He nodded in return with a smile, then was surprised when she brought her other hand up and licked her fingers. She snorted slightly and murmured:
“I'm all wet.”
“Hmm! I'm glad it was arousing for you too.”
“Um-hmm, but not as arousing as it was for you. Know how many times you came?”
“Hmm? Five?”
“At least six. Hm-hmm! The first couple were so quick - and strong! - and then I didn't know if the last bit was a spurt or just a dribble.”
“Hmm?! Hmm? You keep score?”
“Hm-umm. Just this time, since it was so special.”
“It sure was. … Hm-hmm! Anything else you wanted to tell me?”
“Hmmm! … Hm-hmm! How gratifying it is when you give me that.”
“Hmm! Like when you make my face all wet.”
“Oooh! I hope so!”
“I'll try, … for you, not just because I love it so much.”
“Please!”

They grinned at each other, and he helped her stand up. She immediately put her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss, letting him taste the last traces of his sperm. After a few moments, he retrieved his tongue and murmured:
“What do you want me to do?”
“Everything, … if it isn't asking too much.”
“Hmm! Let - make - you wet my face, and then fuck you?”
“Uhnn! Uhn-uhn! And then fuck me as hard as you can.”
“Where?”
“Kitchen, table.”
“Um-hmm.”

As she released her embrace and preceded him to the kitchen, it occurred to him that she could have facetiously answered: “in my pussy, of course,” but she had understood what he meant and was too full of anticipation for her own orgasm - orgasms! - to think about being witty. She immediately hopped up on the table and dropped back, drawing her legs up. As he knelt down, he suddenly recalled that he had fucked his wife on the table, her “my kitchen table.” It was too late to worry about that now, and after having slept with the girls in hers and his double bed!

Much too late! His daughter was drawing up her thighs, grasping the backs of her knees and letting her thighs flop open, presenting her pussy to him. He moaned softly in anticipation as he suddenly recognized that the rosy color of her open pussy almost matched that of her pubic hair.

Then his mouth was on her pussy, and her hair was tickling his nose, as he delighted again to be lapping between her smooth pussy lips and taste that they were still moist from her arousal when she had been sucking his cock. She moaned, and his tongue swept back down and probed in her pussy hole - wet pussy hole - and she moaned again. He loved the taste of it, and that it was already so wet, that she was already so aroused, her pussy twitching against his tongue as it probed.

He just loved to lick her pussy, any pussy - well, of the three that he had. But he especially liked to lick hers - no, whichever one of the three he was licking at the moment. And it liked it just as much - she did - encouraging him with aroused moans. He loved it, her pussy, and that it was twitching so encouragingly as his tongue caressed her firm clitoris, and then returned to her hole, enjoying how wet it was and the taste, her warm, aroused hum telling him that she was also enjoying it. Then he heard her chuckle, and she rocked her hips up, reminding him that she liked to have her asshole licked, too. And he liked to do it, to feel it twitch when the tip of his tongue probed.

They both chuckled softly as he continued for a few moments. Then she relaxed her hips, and his tongue slipped back in her wet hole. As it probed as deeply as it could, he opened his eyes and looked up past her red pubic hair. As though she knew he was looking, she raised her head. Their eyes met, and she smiled slightly and murmured: “That feels so good.” He nodded, seeing her head drop back down, and began to lick her clitoris again. “Mmmm! That, too,” she murmured and fondled her nipples.

His eyes closed again, and he concentrated on giving her all the pleasure he could, thinking that they didn't need to prolong her first orgasm, both of them knowing that they were going to fuck. Her pleased sounding moans suggested that she agreed, especially when she insisted: “More!” He tried to give her more, but then she demanded softly: “Fingers.”

He loved to feel the slippery inside of her pussy, but had resisted, thinking to save that sensation for her until they fucked, but if she wanted it now…. Two fingers wormed their way into her tight pussy, eliciting an appreciative moan, as he felt her pussy squeeze them. Then he was licking and nibbling as his fingers twined and pumped.

“God, yes! Like that!” she exclaimed, and her pelvis began to twitch. He reached around her thigh and across her hips with his other hand to hold her, as he twisted his hand and pumped his fingers in and out her pussy. She moaned, and her pussy clutched his fingers, her hips rocking to meet their thrusts. His tongue stilled for a moment, while he caught his breath, but he was immediately surprised by her hands' grasping his head and clamping his mouth to her pussy, as she demanded:
“Don't stop! More!” and her pelvis twitched insistently.

He didn't think he could do anything more intensive than what he had been doing before, but he tried, delighted by her so aroused appreciation for what he was doing; it was so gratifying to know that he was making her so aroused, and arousing for him, too. For an instant, he recalled having sex when he was her age, that his couple of girlfriends had never been so aroused - aroused at their having then so elicit sex, but - chagrin - it had never been so arousingly satisfying for them.

But it was being for his whimpering daughter, her hands' locking his face to her pussy, as her thighs quivered, and her hips jerked. He loved it! Then her whole body convulsed, and she gasped, and his pumping fingers were flooded with her pussy juice, filling his palm and running down his forearm. It was so gratifying to know that he could give her such a good orgasm!

Her grasp of his head loosened, and his fingers and tongue stilled, but her body jerked again, as she gasped again and gave a long, whimpering moan.

As pleased as he was at his success - his cock as aroused as it could be - he wondered if she really still wanted to him to fuck her, still sighing with softer moans after her orgasm. He wanted to taste her pussy juice, hoping there was still a little puddle in his palm Slowly, carefully, he slipped his fingers out of her pussy. She snorted as he move his head to lick his palm and and then sucked his wet fingers. Then she gave a louder, satisfied sounding moan and murmured:
“God, you do that good! Now fuck me, Daddy! I want it again, for you, too.”

He snorted at her reply to his unspoken question, wondering if he should be shocked or pleased that she remembered that he wasn't Lars or whoever else might have been licking her pussy. As he rose up, he replied: “I do, too.”

His cock slipped easily into her dripping pussy as he looked down at her. She hummed, smiling at him with a nod, her pussy tightened around his cock, as she murmuring:

“Mmmm! That's feels so good! Fuck me!”

He did, taking her breasts from her hands. One of them immediately slid down over her stomach and found her clitoris, rubbing it, as his his pubic hair brushed her fingers and his balls slapped against her ass. And then she was moaning again, her eyes half closed, as her pussy began to clutch his thrusting cock. Her hips twitched up, meeting the thrusts of his cock in her pussy. Before his sack drew up, she was again moaning with aroused whimpers, her pussy clipping his cock. His sack drew up, but before he could come, she did again, flooding warm pussy juice, that flowed around the base of his cock and warm down on his sack, dripping, as he continued to fuck her, now desperate for his own orgasm.

Despite her own orgasm, her fingers continued to rub, as she muttered: “Fuck, … fuck, … fuck, ….”
And her clutching pussy confirmed its continuing arousal, wanting his cock to keep pumping in and out. He was more groaning than moaning, as it did. Then her hips started to rock again, meeting the thrusts of his hips, and with a loud grunt he started to come in her clutching pussy, and her body spasmed, as she gasped and whimpered and cried out softly: “Oh God! Again! Fuck!”

He did, a few more strokes after he had come, while she stilled convulsed, then stopping when she went limp with drawn out moaning sigh. Her pussy was still pulsing on his cock. After a few moments, she reached up and drew him down over her, hugging him as she murmured:
“Oh, Daddy, that was so good!” and kissed him.

He agreed with an “uhn-hnn,” as their tongues caressed. She retrieved hers and whispered:
“It was so good the first time, enough, but I just couldn't stop wanting more.”

He nodded and replied:
“And we got it, … thank you.”
“Um-hmm, … thank you! … Oooh! I got to go! Or I'm going to leak right here.”
“Hmm!? More than you have already?”
“I hope not!”

They chuckled as he stood up, and his cock slipped out of her pussy. She did leak a little, snorting as she felt their juices run down her ass. As he helped her off the table, she reached down and held her pussy closed, giving him a wry smirk before she replied:
“Hurry, I can't wait. Want to do that too? I do, but I have to go first.”