Author's Notes: As is usual to state on Literotica, in case it is not clear enough from the story itself, all characters participating in sexual acts occurring in this story are at least 18 years of age.
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My daughter was lying underneath me, all dirty. I bent down, squeezed her lovely breasts with my hands and was about to kiss the girl on the lips, when suddenly Sashenka pushed me away. I thought that this was part of the game, I lightly pushed my daughter back, smiled and again brought my face to her lips. But my baby suddenly changed her mercy to anger and, abruptly getting up, got out from under me. I barely had time to slide my hand over her smooth skin when my daughter was already standing on the carpet, looking sternly at my penis, which did not want to fall off.
- So, dad, it was irrumation - I read about this method. That's where we'll stop, a passive blowjob, so to speak. I will not take any active actions, you are my father, this is disgusting. And we also have no right to kiss. You kneaded and squeezed my breasts experimentally and, you know, I felt purely mechanical excitement. It shouldn't be like this, I'm your daughter!
I couldn't hold back my sorrowful groan. Have we really come back to where we started? Meanwhile, my daughter collected sperm from her face with her finger and sent it into her mouth.
"But you already feel excited when my dick rams your throat!"
- This is different, dad! -- the girl was indignant and blushed.
- So, no kissing? - I clarified again.
- In no case! -- my daughter shook her finger at me.
- But what about cunnilingus? - I asked slyly.
"In this case, you are doing the same thing that a dildo can do." In theory.
- What dildo, daughter? He doesn't have a tongue or lips.
"Technically it's the same," the girl was adamant.
- So, can I kiss your crotch?
- Um... Yes. But only for the sake of making me cum. Purely mechanically. But your chest, face, butt--you can't kiss or touch them.
- But why, Sasha?! This is stupid!
- Nothing is stupid. Touching these places with a dildo doesn't give me much pleasure, or rather, it does, but it's the same as if I were caressing myself.
- So you find it much more pleasant when my hands and lips caress your tits and ass?
"Yes... And this is unacceptable," the daughter said quietly and took a step back.
She stood naked in front of me in all her glory - cute round breasts, plump cheeks, a small nose and bottomless blue eyes. Just a minute ago, this entire body was at my disposal, and now the girl, by her decision, canceled this opportunity, reducing the permitted zones to the vagina and mouth. I took a deep breath.
"Okay," I muttered, gritting my teeth. - But is irrumation allowed at any time?
- Absolutely any, daddy! "Sasha smiled and it was as if birds were singing in my soul. I peered into the charming face of my eighteen-year-old daughter and tried to find in it a glimpse of the future exclamation: "I was joking, dad, you can caress me everywhere!" I searched and didn't find it.
- Uh, what about the poses? Only on the sofa, with your head resting on the pillow?
- Well, no, why not? I can get on my knees, and you will just push your dick into my mouth.
A picture flashed in my imagination - Sasha is standing in front of me on her knees with her mouth open and waiting for daddy to pump her full of sperm. From such tricks, my penis immediately began to rise towards the ceiling.
- Yes, but then you need emphasis. Can I put my hands on the back of your head to make it more comfortable?
- Of course, dad! -- My daughter suddenly began to blush again on her cheeks. "You can even take my hair with your hand, pull it and put me on your penis in this way...
- Ooh! -- I almost choked, imagining this.
"But it will hurt you when I start pulling your hair!"