Kittens Fathers Story Ch 02

I wasn't looking at the connecting doorway, but then saw them flit by it, flashes of naked skin. The bathrooms were both next to the wall between our rooms. I chuckled and got undressed. Whatever happened, was going to happen, I needed a shower too. I heard the water in their shower and their giggling and talking. They hadn't closed the bathroom door. I was already in my bathroom, about the step in shower, then chuckled and thought, now or never. Well, not never, eventually for sure, but better now. I used the toilet and flushed, and grabbed a towel.

They couldn't see me from the shower when I entered their room, nor when I was in the bathroom door, hearing cheerful little chuckles. I hesitated. Did I want to completely surprise them, just appear; or warn them slightly by saying something first? Better not completely surprise them, I decided, to avoid seeing how they were washing each other. When I heard a soft moan, that was definitely the better idea. I stepped back and said loud enough to be distinctly heard:

"I need one too, a shower."

"Oh!" "Oh!"

I heard their startled responses, and entered the bathroom, thinking I then heard Kitten's soft chuckle. I dropped my towel on the toilet and saw them standing under the downpour from the old, large, overhead shower head. Marlie immediately held her hands in front of her, a spontaneous assumption of the pose of the Medici Venus, blushing as she said: "Oh Monsieur!"

Like the statue, however, her hands didn't really conceal anything. Finally, I saw her beige nipples, just as Kitten had described them very aroused, and her "kitten." But she didn't have any hair! Made her look even more like the statue. And Kitten didn't either, I saw, when I tore my eyes away from Marlie, only then looking up at Kitten's face, grinning face. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Marlie's hand drop, as she repeated:

"Oh Monsieur!" adding: "You surprised us."

I looked at her, she was still blushing with erect nipples, but she was looking at my cock. Of course, I thought, aware that it now wasn't like it had been, when I used the toilet. She just stood there, letting me look at her. She glanced up at my face, and our eyes met for a moment, both of us smiling slightly. Was she then looking at my cock again, as I took in her figure?

Hadn't Kitten said that her breasts were like those of Botticelli's favorite model: round hemispheres, just that her nipples were more prominent and not pink? I thought so - lovely! And her hairless pussy was so like the ones on all the statues - like Kitten's was.

"Stop staring. You want to take a shower ... with us," Kitten murmured.

Marlie shrugged with a slight nod, and I joined them. Kitten chuckled and suggested:

"We pretty much have already, so we can wash you. Marlie can wash you."

"Moi?!" she replied in surprise.

"Why not? I know what it's like. You were curious," Kitten said

"Cathy!"

In her shocked surprise, Marlie had reverted to her more accustomed name for Kitten, and her response made it too clear that she understood that Kitten was suggesting she wash my cock and that she had told Kitten that she was curious about it, my circumcised cock. Marlie looked at me with wide eyes - brown eyes - that glanced down. I murmured:

"You don't have to start there. We could both start at the top, even if you two have already."

"Good idea," Kitten remarked, adding: "and then you can wash our legs. You interrupted us before we could do them."

She handed me the soap, suggesting that I start. Marlie giggled with a grin and shrug, looking up at me, waiting. I started on her shoulders, but my soapy hands were soon sliding over her breasts, very firm breasts,to have the round form they did. Not just my Kitten could purr, Marlie did, when my fingers did more than wash her stiff nipples. Kitten was fondling my ass. When my hands moved lower, Marlie caught her breath but let them. I just enjoyed rubbing my fingers over her firm pussy lips, and she purred again. When the fingers of my other hand slipped between the cheeks of her ass, she frowned with a surprised "uhn."

Kitten did the same with her fingers, murmuring:

"We didn't get that far, either, but we do."

I slid my hands up, and Marlie nodded, holding out her hand for the sliver of hotel soap and murmuring: "Now you."

She washed me more thoroughly. Kitten stepped out and got another little bar of soap, and Marlie continued to wash my arms and back. I hummed, encouraging her, and she seemed to be enjoying herself, smiling at me. Then she snorted softly and re-soaped her hands, and they ventured down. She didn't look down, her eyes half-closed, as her fingers slid down passed my cock and balls, then fondling my balls. She hummed and said something in French. Kitten chuckled and translated:

"Just like his."

"Just like his," Marlie repeated with a chuckle, apparently recognizing that she had spoken French.

Yes, I thought, she and her brother took showers together, when they could. Then her fingers were less tentative, finding my cock and washing it with evident experience, experience with an uncircumcised cock, I understood, when her fingers wanted to rub skin up and down.

Kitten's unsoaped fingers were back in my crevice. I relaxed my ass muscles, understanding that she wanted wash where she didn't expect Marlie would want to. But she wanted me to. With her mouth near my ear, she whispered: "With our legs."

What was Marlie going to think of that? But if Kitten suggested it, she knew her better than I did. I didn't know her at all, really, this girl who was fondling my cock, enjoying the way it was responding, chuckling at her success. But she didn't know me, either, and was doing that. Time to wash their legs. Besides, I wanted to see their hairless pussies. Couldn't be "kittens;" they were all nice and soft furry. How had Marlie's hair had been? One woman's had been stiffer, but so was the hair on her head. Marlie's wasn't, but before she wanted my cock to twitch ...

Enough, legs now," I said and began to kneel down.

She gave a short, disappointed sounding "uhn," as my cock slipped from her fingers. My hips dropped down on my feet, and I looked at their pussies, right in front of my face. Of course, they must shave them now, but since when, and where did they get the idea? But they were so lovely, just like the statues', but flesh-colored - real pussies looking just like that! But they weren't quite identical. Kitten's slit was just line. I liked that, liked that it looked so innocent, like a baby's little slit. At the front of Marlie's ... Oh, the start of hers was closer down under the curve of her pubic mound than Kitten's was, but there was a little swelling fold at the top of it, the start of the hood over her clitoris. Kitten's was hidden, when she wasn't aroused. I liked Marlie's too, that I was immediately reminded of what was hidden between her firm pussy lips. I heard Kitten chuckle and she said:

"Stop staring again. Wash!"

Her hand reached down and handed me to soap, as I heard Marlie also chuckle. I nodded, also chuckling, and got me feet out from under me and sat on the floor, spreading my legs around their ankles. Which leg first, Marlie's nearest one; I could get back to washing her asshole after she had noticed that I washed Kitten's.

I had never thought it would be so much fun washing legs. Nice strong young thighs, firm calves, and ticklish feet. Once, I glanced up and saw that they had an arm around each other. When I then washed Kitten's leg and then her asshole, she hummed, maybe to let Marlie know what I was doing. When I began to wash her other leg, she turned in front of Kitten to help. When my soapy hand slid up between her thighs, the shortest way to her asshole, she chuckled and spread her thighs, and then moaned, when my fingers found it. Then Kitten's other leg, the girls shifting to let her turn her hips and leg closer. I didn't have to wash her asshole again, but wanted to slide my hand up between her thighs, like I had with Marlie. They both chuckled, but then I was surprised to feel Marlie shift her weight, and then her toes were up between my thighs, jostling my balls. Served me right, I thought, for my staring or having tickled her feet.

I stood up. One of them turned off the water, and we all smirked at each other. When I reached out my arms, they both slid an arm around me and came in a three-way embrace, two different, but lovely breasts pressed against my chest. Marlie was smiling at me that way again, with almost pursed lips. If it hadn't look like she wanted a kiss before, it did now. I was about to, but then remembered her saying "monsieur" when I surprised them. I just returned her smile and then said:

"I think you should call me Richard, that's my name," and looked at Kitten and added:

"You too, if you want, but I've gotten accustomed to hearing 'Daddy'."

"Richard," Marlie said with the French pronunciation and rubbed my back.

Kitten suddenly chuckled, almost laughing, and said:

"Why didn't I think of that?! Why didn't it occur to me? Richard, my 'little Richard', like my 'petit Pierre', a peter."

Her other hand had reached down and found my cock, as she giggled, fondling it, and adding:

"My little Richard, my Dick."

Marlie obviously didn't understand, giving us both a quizzical look. Kitten grinned and explained:

"Dick is a nickname for Richard, but it another slang word, like peter."

Marlie then chuckled, and I did, smiling at her, and remarked:

"It's my dick, but it can be yours too."

"Of course," Kitten agreed and let go of my cock, now "dick."

Marlie smiled at me like that again, and this time I did kiss her. Is it called French kissing because that's the only way French girls kiss? It didn't last long enough to arouse my dick, but long enough for Kitten to slip from under my arm and let the two of us embrace, both her firm breasts and their stiff nipples touching me. Did we stop when Kitten said that they had to dry their hair, or did she say that after we stopped?

We did, and all began to dry ourselves. Marlie giving me another smile; Kitten too, but slightly a smirk, nodding. When I dried my balls, my dick flopping, she nodded again with a smile to Marlie and murmured:

"Our dick."

"And my kittens," I replied, watching them both drying them.

When they started to dry their hair, I said that I had better shave, since they did. As I was leaving their bathroom, I called back: "You have to tell me how that started. I love them."

I didn't wait for a reply and returned to my bathroom, rubbing my five o'clock shadow. I didn't want to scratch their smooth pussies, and I couldn't just wait with them - wait for one of us to say: Let's get our dick and kittens together?

I began to shave, supposing that they were talking. Whenever they had been alone to talk in the train, it had delightfully interesting afterwards. And now in the shower, everything had been more than delightful, couldn't have been better, plus Kitten's discovery that my cock was her, their dick. That had never occurred to me, too accustomed to hearing my nickname and not thinking of it with that slang word. But maybe my ex-wife had, why she always used my full name, like she didn't like me calling our daughter Kitten.

What was going to happen now? Where were the girls? I was drying my face.

They were lying in my bed! The covers had been flung back, and they were lying together, their thighs overlapping, but then Kitten looked up at me, and urged Marlie to roll back, and she then did, with a surprised expression. I immediately remembered another painting by Courbet, "The sleepers," two women lying together in a similar position, but they were sleeping, not smiling, grinning, smirking at me. I wasn't sure which word described Kitten's and Marlie's expressions. It looked like they hadn't finished drying their hair. Kitten chuckled and said:

"We couldn't wait, well, we wanted to surprise you this time."

"You have, very nicely."

Marlie was smiling/grinning/smirking as much as Kitten was, and her nipples were erect again. Had I seen them when they weren't? Kitten's weren't, but we had seen each other naked so often that that didn't surprise. But she then did:

"Marlie wants to see her dick, her American dick, close up."

"Kitten! I did not say that!"

"You want me to tell him what you really said - on the train?"

Marlie said something in French, one word starting with M that sounded like a swear word. She was blushing again. Kitten relented, saying:

"I won't, but you want to," and looked up at me with smirk, adding:

"Not just look."

"Mmmm! That would be nice, ... if you want to," I replied, smiling at Marlie, adding: "That's what Kitten likes to do."

"I do," Kitten agreed and fondled one of Marlie's firm, round breasts, which were almost the same shape when she was lying down.

Marlie looked over at her, then back at me, at my face and then down at my - her - American dick. Her mouth opened slightly, and I saw the tip of her tongue slide between her lips. Kitten said something in French and rubbed a finger over Marlie's nipple a couple of times. It sprang up again each time.

I glanced down at my dick and said:

"It wants you to."

Kitten nodded and murmured: "What I just told her."

Suddenly Marlie began to giggle, so much that I wondered if Kitten was tickling her, but she seemed as surprised as I was. Marlie grasped the hand on her breast and turned back to Kitten and said something in French. They both chuckled, Kitten grinning at me. Then she translated:

"She says it looks like it always wants to."

Marlie nodded with a smirk, looking at my circumcised dick again. Then I understood: from her experience, my unaroused dick still reminded her of an aroused one with its foreskin slipped back. I grinned at her, nodding, and replied:

"Maybe not always, but it does now," and reached down and held it up, pleased to feel that it was engorged enough to point at her.

"Hm-hm-hmmmm!" she chuckled, letting it become a hum. Kitten also hummed and urged Marlie to roll over towards me, taking her thigh from between Marlie's.

"If it does?" she murmured, and rolled away from Kitten. I thought she would wait for me to come to the bed, but she drew her thighs up, her knees past the edge of the mattress, and sat up. Her calves dropped down. The old bed was too high for her feet to touch the floor.

The view of her suddenly reminded me of another painting, just remembering that a nude girl was sitting like she was on a bed. Renoir, Degas, Munch? I realized that I was still holding my dick. I was getting accustomed the new expression. Could that have been what the girl in the painting was looking at? Marlie was again. Not the girl in Munch's painting; she was too young and had looked a little uncomfortable. Marlie didn't. I let go of my cock. It didn't drop down on my balls, where I had found it with my hand. She smiled slightly and took a deep breath and sighed with an almost inaudible hum.

She pushed herself off the bed and dropped down on her knees. Was she going to do it with me standing up? Her wide eyes hadn't left my dick. I felt it twitch. She chuckled softly and looked up at me with smirk and said: "Now it looks like it really wants to."

I just nodded, returning her smirk, still wondering how she wanted to do it. She looked back down at my now more erect dick and reached back and patted the edge of the bed. Like that then. As I moved to sit down, she turned on her knees. Had she thought that it was going to be just the right height this way? As I sat down on the edge of the bed, my dick bobbed. Her eyes hardly left it, as she moved between my thighs. It was going to be just the right height. She was sliding her hands up my thighs, both of us watching my pulse making my dick move slightly. She moaned softly, nodding and licking her lips.

Suddenly I had the abstruse thought that maybe only girls who liked to lick pussies liked to suck cocks the way Kitten and Marlie did, wanting to give satisfaction that way and enjoying it so much that they could wait for their own orgasms.

One of her hands slid off my thigh and under my loose sack. She moaned again with a nod, as she fondled them. My dick was as aroused as it could be. I was staring down at it, waiting to see how she would start, then seeing her tongue moving on her lower lip. Then it extended, still moving, as though it was seeking something to lick. It found it, the back of the head of my dick.

"Uhnn!" I moaned, seeing my dick twitch away, but her tongue found it again and then didn't let it escape, pursuing it and licking where it was most sensitive. I moaned again, wanting to press her head forward and make her take it in her mouth. She did. It was almost a relief, that she finally had, but only while she was sucking it deeper in her warm, wet mouth. Then her tongue was back rubbing the little ridge of skin there. I had to moan again.

I had entirely forgotten that Kitten was somewhere on the bed behind me, until I felt her hands on my shoulders, drawing them back, as I heard her murmur in an insistent tone:

"Lie back. You don't have to watch. You can too, for me."

I guess I could have anticipated that this would be how it would be with two girls. Of course, I wanted to lick her pussy, but what Marlie was doing was just so good, the first time another girl was wanting me to come in her mouth. I dropped back on the bed, consoling myself that it would be the same as when Kitten and I had done it to each other.

She was just waiting to straddle my head, immediately crawling up over it, her pretty pink pussy over my face. I only had the briefest view of it, before it settled on my mouth. But then, that silky smooth skin and that again so familiar and delightful taste - she was already aroused - and finding where it came from with my tongue and finding where my tongue could make her moan! Oh! My cock was being sucked and licked so good! But a man had to do what a man had to do, nothing more pleasurable than licking the young pussy of a girl who could tell him that he could, that she wanted him to.

Pleasurable as it was being, what my twitching dick was enjoying becoming too distracting, making me moan. I wasn't going to be able to finish what I was supposed to do with the pussy rocking on my mouth. I tried, but then had to groan, my hips rocking up. The fingers under my balls were just clutched up around them, one finger scratching behind them. I gave up; the pussy would still be there, my Kitten's, who had wanted Marlie to suck my dick. Kitten couldn't know how good she did, but not better than she herself did. It couldn't be more arousing for my dick than it was in either of their mouths.

My hips rocked faster, and I groaned, now aware of Marlie's moans. She wanted it; was doing everything she could to get it! With an uncontrollable thrust of my cock in her mouth, I grunted and and felt it shoot in her mouth. Her jaw clamped up on my cock, but not so that my cock couldn't thrust again, as I grunted again, and then she was sucking and moaning, as my cock spurted three or four more times. I moaned with a long sigh. Relief, satisfaction! But then I had to moan again; her tongue was licking where I was most sensitive, overly sensitive after my orgasm.

I then recognized that Kitten had moaned with us and held her hips still. Now they rocked again. Her pussy was at least as wet as before. Had it been arousing to just watch Marlie, knowing how it was feeling and tasting in her mouth and knowing I had had such a good orgasm? I licked, wondering if I would see the girls together and find that arousing. Then Marlie sucked and let my dick pop out of her mouth. A moment later, Kitten said: