Picnic

All week my dad, Arkasha and I communicated in the most intimate atmosphere. Our neighbor literally became a member of the family, every day after classes we either went to his apartment or he came to us. If before, after classes, Marina and I could only indulge in oral sex with each other and wait for our father, now everything has changed - Arkady was always ready to give us pleasure. My sister and I did not remain in debt.

It was especially interesting to caress my dad or Arkasha with my mouth in an unusual setting. For example, talking on unrelated topics and suddenly switching to, let's say, body language. On Tuesday, dad decided to talk about our studies, and quite naturally, he put his hand on my chest, after which he began to stroke it. We continued to talk about sociology as if nothing had happened.

- Vika, what are you going through now?

"Methods of conducting social surveys..." I answered.

Dad continued the caresses, moving a little closer to me.

- Interesting?

- Well, yes... Especially the types of samples, representativeness...

My father reached under my blouse and began to knead my unprotected soft breasts.

-- Will you conduct the survey yourself?

- Yes, next week.

Dad removed his hand from under his blouse and brought it to my hair. He gently stroked my head and then gently pushed me down. I obediently bent down and began to unbutton his pants with my usual movements. But the magic that followed could never become ordinary. It was clearly visible how, from my actions, my father's penis was growing literally before our eyes. I couldn't help but smile joyfully. Having adjusted my trousers more comfortably, I lightly touched the hot, pulsating flesh with my tongue.

- Is the teacher good?

"Yes, he is a professor, a doctor of science," I said completely unrelated things, and at the same time rubbed my nose and cheeks against the already moistened tip of my father's penis.

--Have you already had seminars?

-- The first seminar on Friday... -- it was difficult for me to speak due to the fact that my penis seemed to slide into my mouth.

I began to move my head, and dad tensed up and his hand pressed me a little from above. It was cozy and funny to feel in this position, when my entire mouth was filled with my dad's warm dick, which twitched with my every movement. Finally, daddy relaxed, removed his hand, and I released my penis from my lips, grabbed it with my palm and pressed it to my father's stomach, starting to lick the wrinkled testicles.

- Yes... Continue, daughter...

I took the left testicle in my mouth, smacked it, released it and did the same with the right one, and then began to tickle them with the very tip of my tongue. Dad simply languished from my caresses, and I wanted to torment him. But this could not last long. A powerful hand grabbed me by the hair, tore me away from the literally ticklish activity and quickly impaled me on my penis, which was trembling with excitement. I hummed in protest, but in fact I even liked this transition.

My father gasped and began to ejaculate into my tender mouth. It was difficult for me to hold in so much of my father's love juice, but I made an effort and swallowed all the viscous, pleasant-tasting liquid. When the penis was left alone, dad became quiet and looked at me.

- Daughter, I'm sorry that I'm like this... I don't know what came over me...

- Yes, nothing, dad! I even liked it, you grabbed me so quickly and it didn't hurt at all. In general, it turned out neatly. I got too carried away...

- No, no, Vika, it was just great! But I wanted to feel your mouth with my dick again, and every movement inflames the desire even more...

- Dad... I was pleased, honestly. This is not violence, it just happened that way... - I wasn't lying at all. I really liked my father's unexpected initiative.

"Aren't you angry, daughter?"

-- Not at all, daddy!

We kissed and I ran away to meet Arkasha, who was already entering the hallway. Marina let him in. I waited until they had thoroughly enjoyed each other's tongues and kissed Arkady on the lips. He walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa. And Marina and I went to the kitchen, where I helped her prepare dinner.

Another time, on Thursday, Arkasha and I decided to go to the skating rink, which was open in our city in May. My father had a car, but it was under repair. There were few people on the bus, Arkady and I sat in the back seat and I laid my head on his shoulder, and he, in turn, hugged me.

- Vic, don't you want to... Well, now?

- Arkash, what are you doing? There are people here...," I began to be indignant, although I really liked the idea.

- Well, they're all sitting in front... Come on, huh?

I started arguing with him, whispering heatedly and arguing that someone would definitely get on at the next stop.

- Well, please, Vic, what is it worth to you? I'll hurry up, I really want to, huh?

- No, how can you not understand! -- I tried to appeal to common sense. -- Our friends and teachers live in this area!

- Vika, I beg you! I can't stand it anymore!

He put both hands on my shoulders and pressed lightly. I chuckled and smiled timidly.

- Okay, just quickly!

The bus had large windows, they offered an excellent view and did not end at chest level, but continued all the way to the seats. Ignoring this, I turned to Arkasha, looked into his eyes with mischievous sparkles, and finally made up my mind.

I wasn't very comfortable, but Arkasha sat half-turned towards the window and I managed to take a more or less comfortable position. Quickly unbuttoning the guy's shorts, I brought out a small, but so beloved and desired organ. He was as excited as possible, all I could do was open my plump lips and take hot flesh into my mouth. Which is what was done. Arkasha groaned and put his hand on my hair, which was scattered all over the seat. I didn't move quickly, but I tried to take it to the fullest possible depth, moving my tongue and squeezing Arkasha's testicles with my fingers.

Suddenly Arkady froze. I stopped in fear. "We've been spotted!" -- a terrible thought danced in my head.

- Don't raise your head! - the guy whispered desperately. In the best traditions of my stupidest actions, I, without removing my erect penis from my mouth, looked out the window. The bus was at a traffic light, and to the left, below us in the next row, there was an old foreign car, in which sat none other than sociology teacher, Doctor of Science Veniamin Petrovich. His wife appeared to be driving, and he was in the passenger seat. And he stared right at me. His face slowly changed expression from interest to immense surprise.

I was well aware that he recognized me, and, quite suddenly, I wanted to continue. How this idea came to my mind is unclear, obviously the consideration "it can't get worse" played a role. I lowered my gaze again, planted my mouth deeper on the penis and began to slide along the organ, wet from my saliva. Arkasha didn't try to stop me. After a few seconds, he moaned hoarsely and began to pour out directly behind his protruding cheek, where his penis rested at that moment. I hummed quietly, trying not to let out a drop, and began hastily swallowing the viscous white liquid. Passengers began to turn around at the sounds from the back seat, but from behind the backs of their seats they did not notice anything seditious, since I wisely removed my long slender legs from the aisle.

The bus started moving, I calmed down and finally released my penis from the captivity of my bold lips. But I was in no hurry to raise my head, resting my cheek comfortably on Arkasha's naked penis, I continued on for another stop. The excitement among the passengers in the front seats subsided, I stood up, returned Arkady's shorts to their rightful place and straightened up. Nobody noticed anything. Well, almost no one...

-- Vika, it was wonderful! I just didn't expect... That old man in the car, he was staring at you like that...

- This is my teacher.

- What? Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to happen...

- It's okay, he's probably telling stories anyway

about sex, couldn't see my face. And, you know... On the contrary, it turned me on, well, when he looked. It became so joyful and cheerful, light at heart!

Arkasha smiled and we began to kiss. He penetrated my mouth with his tongue, where his penis was a minute ago and with pleasure found my nimble tongue there. His hands caressed my chest, tummy, thighs, he pressed furiously against me, as if we were trying to dissolve in each other...

In the evening, this episode caused fun and admiring glances at the table. My father hastened to tell us the good news that the car would be returned from the service center tomorrow. Everyone was very happy. Especially Marina, although she was not exactly at the table, but rather under it, but this did not stop her from humming joyfully.

-- I decided to take everyone out into nature tomorrow. We'll take you too, Arkasha!

- I'm on the greedy side of Arkasha! - Marisha said inaudibly, carefully pleasing her dad. Her bare soles, which were peeking out from under the table, moved impatiently, and it became difficult for dad to restrain his emotions. Arkady and I looked at each other knowingly and laughed. Eighteen-year-old Marisha put her small, very childish feet one on top of the other and curled her toes, humming again, this time with excitement. It was impossible to look at such a picture without smiling. Arkasha and I laughed, no longer holding back. Marina's soiled little face peeked out from under the table, offended.

- Hey, what are you doing?

I stood up and walked towards her to console her. Kneeling down next to Marisha, I began to lick my sister's splashed face, affectionately fingering and squeezing her breasts. Marina stopped being offended, calmed down, and then got up, cleaned herself up and went to the kitchen for the first course. After all, our chief cook!

***

The next day was a shortened day at work. I finished before lunch, got into a taxi and went to the car service. Along the way, I couldn't stop smiling, thinking about the incredible changes that had taken place in my destiny. Just two weeks ago there was no even a suspicion in my thoughts how much my daughters could unsettle me from my usual, measured, ordinary life. A boring gray reality then literally enveloped everything around me, there was not a glimmer of bright colors, only the smiles and happy laughter of Vika and Marina illuminated my dull existence.

Now every day turned into a deafening fireworks display of emotions, I couldn't stop thinking about warm, desirable mouths, and the laughter and smiles of my daughters seemed to me on their dirty faces as a matter of course. At the same time, I continued to love them with a tender fatherly love, the feelings formed a strange mixture that had yet to be sorted out.

The taxi pulled up to the service station, I paid and got out. My handsome SUV was already waiting for its owner, happily sparkling with chrome parts. I took my seat behind the wheel with pleasure, turned the ignition key and noted with pleasure the smooth hum of the engine. Having paid the mechanics, I drove out onto the roadway and headed to my home, trembling in anticipation of getting ready for the outdoors.

Having parked the car in the garage, I went up to the apartment. Having unlocked the door with the key, I fully enjoyed the spectacle of Vicky jumping on Arkasha's dick on the carpet in the hallway. "We didn't even make it to the bed, poor things!" -- I thought, walked around the moaning couple and went to the bathroom to wash away the tension of a short, but still working day.

The moans from the hallway were coming louder and louder until they turned into frantic screams and something similar to sobbing. I was splashing around in the shower and heard quiet muttering. It began to move away and soon died down. Apparently the children decided to go look for a more comfortable place to play.

Coming out of the shower, I went straight to the living room, where Vika, on her knees, smacked Arkasha's dick. The guy lay down across the sofa, throwing his hands behind his head and closing his eyes blissfully. He smiled contentedly and moaned serenely as Vika slid up and down his penis, glistening with saliva.

But I didn't have poppy dew in my mouth in the morning, so I had to break this idyll a little.

- Vika, daughter, did you cook today?

- Yeah, put the egg in the griddle...

The object of her attention prevented her daughter from speaking, but she did not let go of her prey.

- Thank you, daughter!

I went into the kitchen, heated up some bacon and eggs and started eating. Marina was not there yet, but she was supposed to appear any minute. After lunch, I put the dishes in the dishwasher and went back to the room. Vika and Arkasha finally had enough of each other and sat at their laptops, and Arkasha got Marinin, decorated with stickers with colorful cartoon characters. I realized that it was time for us to start packing our things, because it was already afternoon.

"We're going overnight, we'll take a tent, sleeping bags, Marisha marinated the meat since yesterday, we'll have vegetables and bread." Come on, hurry up!

Arkasha and Vika slowly got up and walked behind the stepladder to climb onto the mezzanine. This pace did not suit me and I jumped up to Vika and lightly spanked her on the butt, but this only caused my daughter to be in a playful mood. We struggled for about a minute, the girl pulled her hands towards my fly, and I pulled it back with a laugh. Arkasha watched us with a smile.

Finally Marina arrived. She was already dressed for the trip and asked indignantly:

-What are you doing here? We're late!

With the arrival of Marina, things went faster. We found a tent and sleeping bags, Arkasha brought his own, we locked the doors, loaded provisions and belongings into the car, and rushed off, not forgetting, however, about the traffic rules.

The road passed without incident. As agreed yesterday, Marina sat back next to Arkasha, and Vika sat down next to me, so that I could put my hand on her bare knee. We were driving along a country road to the lake, there were almost no cars, so I didn't mind if Vika got a little naughty... She opened her mouth slightly and began to lean towards the already impressive mound on my trousers, when I heard a fuss from behind and felt how someone is shaking the chair.

Turning around, I saw my youngest daughter jumping on Arkady's dick, holding onto the back of the driver's seat and moaning softly with a satisfied smile on her cute childish face. Vika shrugged and began to unfasten her belt. It was six o'clock in the afternoon. It got dark, I had to turn on the headlights.