Summary:
Guy must do some unorthodox gay things to get permission to marry gf.
Note 1: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, Goamz86, Robert and Wayne for editing.
If You Want to Fuck My Daughter...
I had been dating Natasha for a couple of months and although things were going well, we hadn't yet had intercourse.
Natasha had given me head twice and I had returned the favour going down on her both times, but when I wanted to go further she told me, "You have to ask permission from the male members of my family."
I asked, surprised by not only needing such permission at all, but that it was from the guys, "Male members?"
"Yes," she nodded, "it's an old family tradition, and it means a lot for my family to have a suitor come and ask permission."
"Okay," I agreed, even as my head spun with how the conversation would go. "Hi, Mr. Jones, may I fuck your daughter? Hi, Gary, is it okay if I fuck your sister?"
A week later I asked Natasha to marry me.
Her response made me all warm inside. "Yes, yes, yes."
Then she added, "But you need to ask my father first."
"Oh, okay," I said, thinking I should have thought of that... although he scared me with his forbidding persona.
She smiled, "He's actually a teddy bear."
"Yeah, yeah," I said.
A day later, Natasha said I was to go and meet her father and brother at her parents' house.
"You're not coming?" I asked, still a bit confused by the entire situation.
"No, Daddy insists that he meet with my suitors on his own, first," she explained, making this conversation even stranger. Was this still the 1890's?
"Okay," I nodded, nervous, his having seemed rather cold in our couple of previous meetings... plus, how many suitors had she already had?
Her hand went to my cock, "Don't worry, once you are done with my Daddy and have met his expectations, I will rock your world."
My cock hardened. "Is that a promise?"
She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "You can fuck my face, you can pound my pussy, and..." she paused, rubbing my cock as she nibbled on my ear, "...I love taking it in the ass."
I almost came right then and there.
Just the revelation was shocking since she was such a sweet girl... although it was a shock I could happily live with. I had only ever fucked one girl in the ass, and that had been a cougar at a bar in college, and I'd always wanted to do it again. That said, Natasha offering her ass to me when we hadn't even had regular sex yet, was just one more confusing aspect.
"Have fun," she said.
"Fun isn't the first word that pops into my head," I countered, no guy ever looking forward to their first one on one meeting with his girlfriend's father.
"Trust me, you're in for a life-changing afternoon," she said, her tone ominous.
I had no idea how to respond to that, other than assuming she meant I was finally going to be permitted to fuck her.
Twenty minutes later I was at her parents' house, and learned I was meeting not just her father, but also her brother. I felt like I was undergoing a job interview... applying to fuck my girlfriend.
For the first fifteen minutes it really was like a job interview, as I was asked:
-about my childhood and upbringing (it was normal, although Dad worked out of town a lot)
-about my current relationship with my parents (they lived four hours away, so monthly phone conversations and maybe seeing them five or six times a year)
-my relationship with my siblings (both also living hours away. My sister and I chatted weekly, but my brother and I were on a birthday text and sports trade text basis at the moment... which ironically, they considered made us not too close... I would have argued we were)
-about my career (I was in middle management, but hoped to climb the ladder as time went on
-my hobbies (sports, movies, reading and hiking)
Then it got weird.
"So how many women have you been with sexually?" Natasha's father, Mr. Jones, asked.
"Pardon?" I asked, even though I had heard the question.
"How many chicks have you fucked?" The brother, Gary, paraphrased bluntly.
"Um," I pondered, pausing as I counted. "Seven," I finally answered, which I felt was a pretty low number for a twenty-nine-year-old.
"How many more have sucked your dick?" Gary asked.
"I don't know," I said, getting quite a few blow jobs in college from both college chicks and even more from some hot MILF's who liked athletes.
"Ballpark," Mr. Jones said, his demeanour surprisingly more teddy-bearish than his abrasive son's.
"A couple dozen," I answered, before explaining, "playing college football made me rather popular with the ladies."
"I see," Carter, Mr. Jones' first name I had never used before, said, his poker face not giving any insight into his being impressed or disapproving.
"Have you sucked any cock before?" Gary asked.
"What? No," I scoffed, particularly shocked by this question even after the prior couple.
Carter asked, "Why not? Are you homophobic?"
"No," I said, suddenly feeling on the defensive. "It's just I'm not gay."
"I'm not either," Gary said, before adding, "but I do like having my dick sucked by a guy. We guys do it better."
I was speechless.
I didn't have a clue what to say, so I chose not to respond to that strange statement.
"What Gary is trying to say, albeit rather bluntly, is that we Joneses see oral sex as a gesture of respect," the father explained.
I remained speechless, unsure what to say.
Mr. Jones continued, "You see, we are a very, very close family. And as a parent I play a key role in both of my children's relationships."
"As you should," I nodded, trying to appear like I understood what the hell he was talking about.
