The Happy Father. Evening Classes

The next day I came home from work tired and immediately jumped into the shower. My daughters didn't even meet me, as they were completely immersed in their studies. After I emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in nothing but a modest towel, I wanted to go see what my little ones were up to. Quietly entering the room, I saw an idyllic picture. Vika was lying on the sofa, putting a laptop with cartoon stickers on her bare knees and, sticking out the tip of her tongue, quickly typing, preparing, apparently, for tomorrow's seminar.

Marina, meanwhile, was sitting at the table and, armed with a ruler and pencil, was drawing a table so that she could later enter the survey data into it. Today she was wearing cute glasses that made her face even more attractive. Both girls were extremely focused on doing their homework and only noticed me after persistently coughing.

"Oh, hi, dad," Vika said without even looking up.

"Yeah, hi," Marina added, and turned in her chair, but not towards me, but reaching for the sharpener.

"Are you mouthfull of worries today?'' - I said playfully.

But the girls did not notice the hint and tone of my voice. I walked up to Marina and put my hands on her bare shoulders, which were not at all hidden by her tight T-shirt. Then my hands began to knead them, and all my daughter did was write something in her notebook in her small, neat handwriting.

"Yes, we have a lot to do," Marisha said, not paying attention to the ambiguity of the phrase.

I stopped kneading the girl's shoulders and moved a little lower, and then, passing under the armpits, my hands were right on the deliciously elastic large breasts of my diligent daughter. Quietly squeezing them and causing Marinochka to groan, I heard.

"Dad, I'm really a little busy right now." Let's do it a little later, okay?

I affectionately kissed my daughter on the cheek and retired to the kitchen to eat fruit pie with tea in the company of Arkady, who had just arrived.

Arkasha began to talk about an amazing girl at his work - a certain sweet and smiling Alina, who he really liked. Despite the fact that our neighbor regularly came to visit Vika and Marina not only for tea and sweet buns, his attempts to talk to other representatives of the fair half of humanity ended in complete fiasco.

Arkady liked my daughters both as girlfriends and as interlocutors. They spent a lot of time together besides making love. Both girls wanted Arkasha to quickly start a romantic relationship, but so far no amount of training had allowed the neighbor to overcome his natural embarrassment and start a conversation with the same Alina from work about something else other than the arrival of new funds in storage and changing the main dishes in the buffet.

This was all the more strange considering Arkasha's behavior when communicating with girls. Recently, completely unceremoniously, during another philosophical debate that young people organized over the weekend, he approached Marinochka, unzipped his fly and interrupted the girl's argument literally mid-sentence. He didn't look embarrassed at that moment.

But Marisha, confused by this turn of events, at first hesitantly, and then with great pleasure, began to take Arkady's trembling trunk into her mouth, humming quietly and helping herself with her small palm. This wonderful performance ended with the delightful gurgling sounds and my youngest daughter's smudged chin. Vika did not stand aside and licked up the remnants of the love feast with her nimble pink tongue, and then Arkady sat down in his place and they continued to discuss as if nothing had happened.

After finishing dinner, Arkasha and I wandered into the girls' room, not particularly hoping for goodwill on their part. Both daughters were completely immersed in their studies and hardly noticed us. But we must give Arkady his due - he still tried to save the girls from the abyss of their homework. Having unbuttoned his fly, our neighbor on the landing approached Marinochka, who was enthusiastically scribbling something in a notebook, and lightly waved his penis near his face. It looked quite comical, especially since my youngest daughter was intently working with a pencil and ruler, sticking out the tip of her tongue, and did not notice Arkasha's advances at all.

Then Arkady decided on more. He began to lightly poke Marina's cheek with his member, as if hinting at something. The girl could no longer ignore these actions and was distracted from her studies in order to place her palm and block Arkasha's path to her tender little mouth. She smiled embarrassedly and shook her head:

''Arkash, I can't do it now. Let's do it later, okay?''

''Well, let's quickly, just once!''

"No, I need to prepare and take it tomorrow," Marina objected hesitantly. She had already begun to blush with a feverish blush and parted her plump lips, but she still resisted out of inertia.

Arkady put his palms on the girl's head and began to stroke her cute blond curls. His penis, meanwhile, was filled with juices and was rubbing with might and main against Marina's chin and cute upturned nose. She finally put down her pencil and ruler and shifted a little in her chair, making herself more comfortable.

Vika, meanwhile, was briskly tapping on the keys of her laptop. She was lying on the sofa, her bare legs tucked under her. Her short skirt did not hide her bare knees, which attracted the eye, and her small toes complemented the charming spectacle. I just wanted to go up to her and do something nice for both of us.

I approached the girl, leaned over and timidly kissed her on the cheek. Vika smiled, but continued typing. My hands rested on the shoulders of my eldest nineteen-year-old daughter and then went down to her weighty round breasts, covered with a thin T-shirt. Vika had to pause to put the laptop on the bedside table that stood nearby. Then nothing bothered us anymore and I began to stroke Vika's deliciously elastic tits, hidden by a thin fabric, with my right hand, while simultaneously running my left palm over the girl's bare knees, all the time trying to go to the top and get to her modest white panties.

Arkasha, meanwhile, continued to move his swollen member over the pretty face of eighteen-year-old Marina. He put both hands on the girl's shoulders, and she, in turn, smiled, looking straight into his eyes. Having long been ready to kiss Arkady's trunk, the girl's lips trembled impatiently and parted in anticipation. But Arkasha was in no hurry, continuing to tease Marina and only occasionally allowing himself to hold his penis near the charming childish mouth of his little girlfriend.

My hands have already reached the white fabric hiding the entrance to Vika's palaces of pleasure. The daughter just gasped and threw her dark-haired head back, exposing her tender girlish neck. Without hesitation, I pulled her towards me and began to cover her neck with kisses, then her collarbones and the neckline of her T-shirt, which contained surprisingly large, tender breasts. I just wanted to rip off the fabric and expose it, to throw out these quivering hemispheres, but something was holding me back.

Arkady and Marina had already stopped the exhausting game without penetration, and my youngest daughter's small mouth still allowed our neighbor's not too large, but very active penis to visit. With the usual squelching sounds, Arkasha began to ram the girl's lips folded in the letter "o", and after a while she began to move in time with his movements and muffled muffledly with pleasure. It was simply incredible to watch how Arkady's knotty penis either disappeared almost halfway into Marina's mouth, or came out of it almost completely, all the while glistening with the girl's saliva.

Vika and I simply could not recover from such a sight. I feverishly grabbed my daughter's panties and began to pull them down, while she moved her hips, helping me. Without taking off either her skirt or her T-shirt, Vika, after freeing herself from the most intimate part of her clothing, leaned towards me and kissed me right on the lips with her hot young mouth. Feeling her small hot tongue in my mouth, I was covered in goosebumps.

And Vika, without wasting any time, pushed me with her childish palm onto the sofa cushions and began to settle on top. I literally felt her heat and her womb oozing with juices even before I felt it with my penis. With a quiet moan, the girl sat on my penis and began to make progressive movements up and down. Her hot and narrow space made her soul and body explode, and her breasts bouncing during such exercises presented a magical picture. I wanted to scream with happiness, and Vika experienced the same emotions.

And to our left, Arkasha was already preparing to erupt into the quietly moaning mouth of my youngest daughter. Vika and I finished almost simultaneously with them, when I let out a desperate, wheezing cry, and my eldest daughter squealed with pleasure and fell with her breasts on my face, fortunately, without blocking the view, so I had an excellent opportunity to see how Marina's lips were stretching a shiny string of saliva to Arkasha's penis, which had just left her hospitable lips. Her glasses were a little splattered, but Marisha didn't attach any importance to it, kissed Arkasha one last time on the tip of his penis, turned in her chair and looked at me, smiling.