- Do you take it in your mouth, Sasha? asked George, furiously kneading our daughter's breasts.
- I take it in my mouth, daddy? the girl asked playfully, smiling.
"Just decide for yourself," I happily patted my child on the head.
"Just a little bit," my daughter giggled coquettishly.
She was kneeling in front of the sofa, on which Zhora and I were watching football. Played Brazil and Argentina, Copa America, the semi-finals after all - it's a sin to miss this. Since the match was played on the other side of the Earth, it started late, around 4 am. Fortunately, it was already the second month of the summer holidays, and Sasha did not need to go to school, so she did not sleep all night with us, or rather slept, if we take this word in a figurative sense.
My wife Natasha was also awake, but she wasn't too interested in football, so she watched TV shows in the next room. The match barely had time to start, a minute later. Georgy had just finished on his daughter's ass, of course, we did not allow any vaginal penetration, the act of love was reduced only to the fact that Zhorik moved his copiously slobbered member between the legs of my child. Each time I carefully watched so that he did not inadvertently slip into one of Sashenka's alluring holes.
***
In general, the night visits of my friend and colleague Zhora began in the last week, after Sasha turned 18 years old. We have noticed before how he stares at our child, and when Sasha came of age, we decided to give her such an impromptu gift. Natasha and I realized long ago that our daughter's sexual life should be controlled as much as possible so that there are no surprises, and it would be better if an adult proven man became her first partner.
We decided to start small, which will not require any special efforts from our daughter - oral sex. Georgy gladly agreed with the opportunity to make my daughter's cunnilingus, Sasha was also delighted and each time thanked Georgy for the pleasure given, squeezing his penis in a fist several times. Usually, after such a gesture, Zhora abundantly ended up right on our daughter's T-shirt or dress, she was still shy to meet the guest naked, but for some reason she took off her panties for cunnilingus without a shadow of embarrassment.
And yesterday, Zhorik suddenly decided to end not on his daughter's clothes, but right on her pretty face, framed by light curls. Sashenka barely had time to close her eyes - oh, you should have seen the expression on the girl's face when her cheeks, nose and even hair were decorated with streaks of sperm. I laughed enthusiastically, turned on the camera and took a couple of photos for memory. Seeing that I was photographing her in this form, my daughter puffed out her stained lips, offendedly, jumped up and ran to her room, however, taking George with her, which reassured me very much - it means that she was not at all angry with him for being her so spattered.
Of course, I followed them. When I entered, I saw an idyllic picture - my daughter, laying her head on Zhorik's shoulder, sobbed with might and main, telling how bad I am, I hate her, and Uncle Zhora is good and how she likes his caresses... A typical teenager. And George affectionately stroked her sperm-stained curls and whispered in her ear that she was beautiful even and especially after finishing on her face. When I entered, he spread his hands, saying, well, you understand everything...
The next day, there was no trace of Sashenka's resentment. I showed her the photo and she even smiled with me. We decided not to delete them completely, but for the sake of security we password-protected them into a separate folder. I must say that our daughter was very happy all this week, she stopped arguing when we made her clean the room and prepare for the international exams at school, which should take place in September.
Only yesterday's episode darkened a little the week after Sashenka's birthday, and even then only until this morning. When I told my daughter that Zhora would come later today and stay until dawn to watch football, my daughter simply beamed with a smile and ran to her room to choose an outfit.
Even before the arrival of George, I decided to relieve tension, because, to my shame, my daughter's games with Zhorik pretty excited me. Today it was my turn to cook, so I called my wife, took the vegetables and sat down at the table to cut them. Natasha, meanwhile, hugged me, kissed me and habitually slid under the table, first, of course, placing a pillow under her knees to make her more comfortable.
At this time, Sasha burst into the kitchen in the same pajamas with penguins.
"Mom, where is my yellow sundress..." she broke off in mid-sentence.
Had it been a week ago, of course, I would have covered myself with a newspaper, but now Sasha was of age, there was no need to hide some aspects of married life from her. So our daughter, seeing her mother's feet peeking out from behind the table, did not jump out of the kitchen like a bullet, as she would have done a week ago, but rather knelt down to carefully examine everything.
Of course, Sasha has been watching porn all this week and has a great idea of how a blowjob is done in theory. But, of course, she had no practice, so she kept her eyes open. And Natasha, noticing that her daughter was watching, began to sit down on my cock with redoubled energy.
First, as usual, she made several fluttering movements over the head. Then, with her lips and the tip of her tongue, she barely touched the very top of the penis, opened her mouth and pretended that she was going to immerse it completely. But, without finishing the movement, she recoiled, smiling. And then repeated this technique twice more. All these games were not slow to make me sigh of lust and regret.
I glanced furtively to the left. The daughter on her knees watched all this, blushing with shame and at the same time opening her mouth in admiration. Lustful thoughts about my own child crept into my head, which I hastily pushed away and focused on the pleasure that my beloved gave me.
And Natasha, meanwhile, put her hands on my hips and began to bravely strung her narrow neck on my not too long, but rather wide cock. At the same time, she made wonderful blowjob sounds, something like "gluk-gluk". I looked at Sashenka again, for the first time she saw a deep blowjob live and was already biting her lips excitedly, and her fists were squeezing the fabric of pajama pants.
In the process of observation, Sasha, without noticing it herself, moved close to us, so that I already began to feel her intermittent excited breathing in the area of my groin. Catching myself on a forbidden thought again, I tried to move away, but there was nowhere to move - the stool stood close to the right wall of the kitchen.
Blushing, I turned away and again focused on Natasha. And my wife has already pushed my penis into her mouth almost to half. Drooling mixed with tears ran down her flushed face, the girl herself was already mumbling with pleasure, feeling her husband's penis throbbing in her small mouth.
