I was fucking spent.
Susan's mouth is gently pulling the head of my cock in while her tongue swirls around the tip while her hands are caressing my balls. The reflex action I have is to cringe while expressing the last few remaining drops of my sperm onto her tongue.
Petra and Riley are giggling, their feet up in the air on the couch, their asses...oh...those delectable asses...perched higher up, with their heads resting on the floor, and in the dim light shining in from the hallway, I can see their juices and my cum spread lewdly over their pussy lips and on to their thighs. They're quiet now, reveling in having accomplished some goal that I am still trying to process in a head racked by their sexual onslaught.
They "wanted" this?" I thought to myself. These seemingly innocent girls, now full of my sperm, smiling and laughing.
"So let's talk timing, Daddy" Susan finally tells me, as she stood to remove her panties, and assumes the same straddled position that Petra had a moment ago, only this time, facing me, sitting in my lap, my flaccid member pressed into the stickiness that I assume is her own sexuality. I look down to see her shaved lips pressed to either side of my cock, and the pressure causes one last droplet of my seed to be pressed from the hole at the tip.
"Here's the thing, Daddy," Susan continues, "all of us...Petra, Riley, and me...want kids, and we're not going to wait. Not for stupid boyfriends who can't make up their mind, not for those dumb college jocks who only want to get shit-faced drunk, and certainly not for some 'Mr. Right'."
As Susan is telling me this, her hands are caressing my shoulders as she square herself up on my lap, and begins running her hands through the hair on my chest, down, them up, and then on either side of my chin as her face grew nearer to mine.
I hadn't noticed how green her eyes had become. Her shoulder-length hair. Auburn, straight, and down on her shoulders now.
And those lips...oh, Fuck, my Hell. That red lipstick on THOSE lips, and I felt my cock twitch.
"Mmmm...Daddy...is that for me?" Still without words, I looked on, dumbfounded. "Oh, it's my lipstick again, isn't it, Dad?" Susan proclaimed. "Hang on...some must have gotten smudged 'down there'. I know you like it..just a minute, o.k.?" and with this, she reached over to the coffee table where she had left the tube. Her momentary lifting action caused me to feel cold where I was feeling intense heat, and again my cock throbbed, slowly, but ineffectively beginning to refill with blood.
Susan, with lipstick tube in hand, and naked as the day she was born, swirled her hair back, and looked through my eyes directly into my soul. "I like what this does to you, Dad. I wish I had known earlier." With those words, she re-applied the waxy gloss to each lip, moving ever so slowly, never removing her eyes from mine. My breathing was slow, deep, and my mind was clouded. My eyes never left her lips, though I was aware of the heat once again pressing into my expanding cock, and her nipples, becoming aroused and erect.
Susan had set the tube down, and moved her face closer while holding her right breast and moving it towards my mouth.
"Suck Daddy...I need to feel it in you." I opened my mouth, and Susan's eyes glazed over, her jaw dropping just slightly, parting those amazing red lips. Her hips began the same, slow rocking motion of her clit and vaginal opening over my cock, her juices now freely flowing as her story continued "so we thought about how we want to live our lives, Daddy. This living situation is perfect, and with part-time jobs, we can cover all the expenses, since there's no real rent. Plus, if it all works out, our kids will be entering school just as we complete our Masters and get on to our own lives."
I finally found words "Honey, you can't...I can't...this isn't right, sweetie", but Susan interrupted me "Our only really big concern was 'WHO' we could trust with this task. We knew it was you, Daddy. It was always you. It could ONLY be you. Petra's Dad is grossly overweight, and Riley's Dad is what...5'? No, they could never do."
"Suz" I tried again, "your mother...you...me...these girls." I was making no sense, and Susan knew it.
"Close your eyes, Daddy, and listen to me." I did. Susan's voice was relaxing...reassuring...and she removed her nipples long enough to kiss me on my lips, slowly, sensually...allowing me to taste her lips and the lipstick coating them. She was breaking my resolve, and I didn't know how...or if...I wanted her to stop. "Did you like your time with Riley tonight, Daddy?" she asked.
I pulled my mouth away for just a moment "Oh, Suz...yes...but.." To no avail...Susan pressed forward, and once again her nipple was deeply over my tongue.
"Don't you just get hard thinking about those nipples of hers, Daddy? And how about Petra? Those legs could squeeze the life out of you, Daddy, and wasn't her mouth just perfect cleaning you up? You know I saw some of that, right? Do you know how much she likes eating cum?"
"Suzie...please...we have to talk about this." I was feeble, and my body was beginning to betray me, my hardness now gaining some strength under Susan's inflamed womanhood.
"They're nothing compared to me, Daddy. They're just sexy. I'm a little bit slutty, and I've learned a new trick I want to show just you. Just you wait until I show you what I can do. And we ARE talking about this, Daddy, but for now, I need you to listen. We like you. In fact, I love you, and you're about to find out that so do Riley and Petra. We always have. It was meant to be Dad. You're always there for us, you love us back, you'd do anything for us, right?"
"Well...Yes, Suz, but this...this is..." I hinted, trying to get to the very unsocially acceptable core of what she was suggesting.