When he finally came, she was whimpering like a distraught child, but her hips had been meeting every thrust of his cock in her pussy. He collapsed on her, both exhausted, their stomachs heaving against each other.
You're not supposed to make your daughter whimper like that, he was thinking, like when she was a little girl and you got so mad at her a couple of times for something she shouldn't have done, especially that time when it had been her sister that had been bad. Something she shouldn't have done, something you shouldn't have done -- wrong girl. Fuck! Something we both shouldn't be doing! You told them you would try not to have any misgivings. Like fuck, you have them!
He felt her taking a deeper breath, moaning, then another one, and she murmured:
"Oh Pops, that was so good! Just so good; you made me come twice."
His misgivings began to faded away, at least, be forgotten for the moment.
"Didn't you notice?" she asked softly.
He shook his head, then raised it. She smiled sweetly up at him. He could only return her smile, nodding, then murmuring:
"It was, for me too, and before."
"For me too, that."
He could only nod again with a smile, suddenly wondering why sex with his daughters was so delightfully charming, able to talk about it the way they did. Of course, it was very good - their young pussies - but more, the rest of it. Was it special because they were his twins; same, if they were someone's else twins; just two young girls; only one? Or had he and his partners just never been so compatible and free to be able to talk like his girls - and he - did?
"You're heavy, liked it before, but ...."
Her remark ended his questions. He immediately rose up on his elbows, smiling wryly, and pushed himself higher. His cock slipped out, and they both blinked with soft chuckles. He dropped back down his knees and fondled her breasts. They exchanged mild smiles, then were surprised:
"Glad it was so good," her sister murmured from somewhere in the room. They both started; they hadn't noticed that she had left the bed. He certainly had not been thinking about her while it was being so good -- whichever one of the two she was, ditto for the other one, who mildly replied:
"It was. I guess that was a little unfair."
"Yeah, but it's not your fault, either of yours. Guess we could have anticipated that."
"Especially unfair, since you let me, when we had agreed before that you would first."
"Just remember that!" her sister replied, but smiling, now back on the bed next to her sister, whom he helped sit up.
He smiled at them both, shrugging, then saying:
"The plan seemed a little too ambitious, anyway, if I understood it correctly. The girls nodded with slightly wry smiles, glancing at each other. The one whom hadn't yet done anything with him, nodded again and agreed:
"Yeah, I guess, since now I was supposed to do it to you, right after you both had done that, not thinking that it would be that good and take so long."
He glanced at his watch and said that it was just after nine o'clock. The girl who had just spoken hummed with a smirk, as her thighs twitched together. When he looked down at them, she opened them, snickering softly. Her sister clamped her thighs together, as if though to suggest that he didn't have think about doing anything more with her - well, that was his interpretation. The other one twitched her thighs again, spreading them wider, letting his eyes see further down between them.
He smiled up at her and suggested:
"If you can forgo doing that, we have time for me to do everything I can."
"Mmmm!" she responded with nod and grin, spreading her thighs even wider apart.
As he moved over between them, it occurred to him that he could see if she had the little mole hidden in her pubic hair, but then not certain that he had remembered correctly that it was Klara that had the mole. Before he could look for it, however, her sister said:
"Oh, if you do that, I can help, like you did Sunday morning. That was so good; something for your having just to watch us."
He nodded, forgetting about the mole, just hearing her sister agree, as she drew up her thighs, presenting her pretty pink pussy to his view, but only seeing it for the moment before his mouth was on it. He just loved to lick their pussies - Louise's too, of course, any pussy! His daughters' made up for the ones he hadn't licked in his youth. Oh, the mole? Maybe better he didn't know, could just think that he had had sex with only one of them. But, of course, he knew hadn't; he was just trying to rationalize, assuage his misgivings: incest with only one daughter was better than with both of them. Better? Not so bad?! Fuck! It was better with both of them! With this one's pussy now!
His tongue had known that all the while, doing what it was supposed to, as her moans and the rocking of her hips confirmed, showing it where her pussy wanted to feel it. Forgetting his misgivings, he remembered what the girls had told him they did. His hands urged her thighs further back, rolling her hips up. If she liked that, she deserved everything his tongue to do. Just felt a little funny, much tighter than the mouth of her vagina, but it liked it, twitching, and she did too, responding with a chuckling moan. And he did too, the tip of his tongue enjoying feeling it contract and relax, trying to hold it, when it contracted again, almost able to the next time.
Maybe even more doing that the next time, he thought, remembering that he had to make her come, so that they could fuck and let her sister help. Nice, that they had clarified that then they both would have gotten to enjoy it that way. His tongue was back on the mouth of her vagina. It moved too, but his tongue could really thrust in it. He loved how it tasted! But that wasn't going to give her pussy an orgasm, and she knew it, rocking her hips back down to put his tongue where it could. And then they could fuck! He knew his cock could again, rocking his hips and feeling it bobbing.
His tongue and lips were doing all they could on her clitoris, making her moan, her pelvis twitching insistently, when he suddenly felt fingers slipping around his cock -- her sisters'! His cock didn't need any help. The fingers recognized that too, and then his balls were being jostled. He could imagine how they were hanging down in his slack sack. The fingers were demonstrating how loose it was, tapping his balls and letting them swing back on her fingers. Try to forget them; he wanted to feel them slapping against the ass of the pussy he was licking, like they had before, when his cock was in her sister's pussy. He forgot about the fingers, or maybe they disappeared; he didn't notice, too eager to give the pussy its orgasm, so that his cock could plunge in its tight, wet vagina.
Experiencing a pussy's orgasm this way was so good, just so good! Without the distraction of his own arousal, it was so good and gratifying to experience the delightfully arousing sensations of feeling and tasting it with his mouth, hearing her uninhibited, unrestrained, aroused noises and feeling her whole body responding, spasming, jerking. Just so fucking good!
Her thighs dropped down, and she gasped and moaned. He rose up on his knees, about to plunge his cock in her still contracting pussy, when her sister demanded softly: "Wait, so that I can."
He couldn't wait. Only after his cock had plunged all the way in her pussy, did he recall what she had said before. Too late! Her sister had gasped, and her pussy contracted on his cock. He fucked. His daughter's pussy wanted more, although she was gasping and moaning as though it was being too much for her. He was torn between his need to fuck and the impression that she couldn't bear the sudden intrusion of his cock in her pussy, but it was telling his cock that it still wanted more.
To his relief, she stopped sounding like it was being too much and began to moan with each thrust of his cock. She wanted it, and he wanted to give it to her, aware that his balls in his still loose sack were slapping against her ass. He didn't wait to hold her breast or suck her nipples, just slapping his hips and balls against her. She began to gasp between her moans again, with an almost pained expression on her face, her pussy rapidly clutching his cock.
She got it! This time, he knew, but he hadn't come yet. His sack wasn't letting his balls slap against her, but the sound of their hips coming together was much wetter. She only nodded, not objecting as he continued to fuck, although her thighs had dropped down.
It was indecent to keep plunging his cock in her after she had two orgasms, he thought, not because he was fucking his daughter, but she was only moaning again, letting him. That he could want, have to come again! He moaned, his eyes shut, just pumping his cock in her pussy. Her thighs moved, rising and holding his waist, and then her heels on his ass, encouraging its movement. Fuck! Did she really want it again?!
If he had any question about her just acquiescing to his need to have his orgasm, they were dispelled. Her pussy was clutching again. Their moans increased, and then he grunted and finally came, spurting in her pussy. It felt like more than he imagined it could be after his orgasms before, not thinking about their having been in his other daughter's mouth and pussy -- just two that he had already come twice so good.
His orgasm loosed another one in the pussy he was fucking, to his relief, confirmation that she had really wanted him to continue after she had already come. He held still, feeling her pussy tighten again, but his cock didn't twitch. His eyes focused again, recognizing his daughter, her face and chest flushed. They were both still breathing deeply, not yet recovered enough to say anything. He wasn't sure what he should say.
"You didn't need my help," her sister murmured. It didn't sound as though she were complaining or disappointed, just stating a fact. He nodded, seeing that she was no longer on the bed, and murmured:
"Another time; that was so good with you."
"Hm-hmm," she chuckled softly, saying: "And with you, and also before."
He nodded again, feeling his softening cock slip out a little. It did, when her sister raised her head and said:
"Couldn't have been better."
"I hope not," her sister replied.
He held her knees down to help her sit up and turned to see his other daughter sitting on a chair in the room. They all smiled, then a little wryly. Then they heard the church bell strike the hour. They all snorted, grinning.
He rather expected one of them to say what he was thinking: we did it. But neither of the girls did. There was a moment of silence, then one them murmured to him:
"You'd better wash."
He nodded and left the room and went in the bathroom. Back to real life, he thought as he washed his cock and face, finding one of the girl's towels to dry himself. Back in their bedroom, he was a little surprised to see that they had put on their nighties again.
"Like Sunday morning on the weekend," one said.
"Except for you."
He smiled and quickly found his shorts.
"That's better," the first one said.
