She was sitting on my lap while I watched the news. Nude, as usual. Since she had decided that she wanted to adopt a natural lifestyle, shortly after her eighteenth birthday, she had insisted I do so as well. Somewhere she had heard that Japanese families often bathed together, and had decided she wanted a Japanese style family. It took me a while to become comfortable with it, but I was adapting.
“I know I promised that our Japanese style family would be our little secret, but do you think it would be okay if I told Julie?”
“Absolutely not,” I exhorted, rising from my chair. She had to stand to keep from being spilled out of it. “I told you, it’s very important, I could get in a lot of trouble.”
“But daddy, she thinks I’m mad at her, because we hardly ever hang out anymore. And I know that she has the same problems as me. We’ve talked about boys before, and she says she hurts, just like I use to.”
“Absolutely not. No way. End of discussion.”
Within two weeks, I had gotten accustomed to seeing two little naked girls running around the house when I got home. It took me a while to be comfortable being nude in front of someone not in my family, but after a while it seemed normal. Julie could have been Christie’s sister. They were both all arms and legs, just little stick figures with the smallest bumps of breasts. They had slim hips and flat bellies.
They spent lots of time in Christie’s room, mostly with the door open, talking about music, school, boys, and using Christie’s vibrators. I had purchased her more of them; she enjoyed having different kinds. Sometimes, when I walked by Christie’s bedroom, one of them would be using a dildo, or a vibrator, or both on the other. They experimented with different positions, imagining that it was a boy on top of them. I was in a perpetual state of erection.
Julie seemed fascinated with my dick, especially when it was hard, which was most of the time when she was around. Neither girl seemed at all shy about staring at it, and I overheard Christie explaining once how a dick looked when it squirted, and what semen was like. I chuckled, and walked on by her room. Christie pestered me to let Julie see me squirting, but I was adamant that it could lead to a lot of trouble. I think I made her see how serious a matter it was.
Sometimes they would watch TV in the living room on the couch while I sat in my easy chair, reading. They were totally oblivious to the view they gave me, spreading their legs and resting them on the coffee table.
One such night, they were sitting together watching an R rated movie with sexy actors and erotic scenes, lightly brushing their pussy lips. I got up to go to the bathroom, and when I got back, Christie was in my chair, her feet on the ottoman and her legs spread. She had her vibrator resting in the fold of her lips. It was turned on low, just barely buzzing against her clit.
“Do you mind, daddy, just for a bit? You can sit on the couch.”
I sat down on the end of the couch, an erection beginning to form, and started to watch the movie. Julie moved over next to me and touched my arm.
“Mr. Myers, I think you’re the coolest dad I’ve ever known. Thanks for letting me be part of your family.”
Her closeness was making me extremely uncomfortable. I could smell her aroma, the fresh, clean scent of her hair, her girly perfume. She hung onto my arm. I tried to concentrate on the movie.
“Hmmm,” I said, not daring to take my eyes off the movie.
“Christie told me what men do when they get excited. Can I see? Just once.”
“Absolutely not, Julie. That wouldn’t be right. You’ll find out when you’re older,” I said, trying to pull away from her.
But I was already at the end of the couch, I couldn’t get further away. I felt a sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach, and my face grew very warm. I knew I was blushing furiously. She was holding my arm, her head leaning on my shoulder. I knew she was staring at my dick. My daughter had her legs spread, her vibrator in her pussy. My dick betrayed me; it began to grow.
Julie reached out and touch it, the first time she had dared do so.
“There, you felt it. Please don’t do that again,” I said.
“Please, Mr. Myers, I want to feel it.”
It seemed that women were unable to hear anything I said. I must talk at a frequency out of the range of their hearing. She reached down and wrapped her hand around it, squeezing it.
“Oohhnnngg,” I growled.
I hadn’t cum in a couple of days, and I was very horny. Her little hand barely fit around my dick, it was so big. She released her squeeze, but continued holding it, feeling it. I tried to regain my breath. Her squeeze had taken me by surprise. She finally let go of it, and starting rubbing my balls. My face continued burning, and I’m sure I was blushing beet red. I was very warm and a bead of sweat formed at my brow. She had her hand under my sac, massaging it, occassionaly running it up to the top of my sac, then back down.
“I’ve never seen a naked man in person before you, Mr. Myers. Do they all get so big?”
Christie came over and pushed the coffee table back a little, so she could kneel between Julie’s legs. Julie spread her legs wide, her feet resting on the coffee table behind Christie. They had been practicing for weeks on each other’s pussy, and Christie knew just how to please Julie. Julie continued stroking my sac, my large dick pointing straight up at the ceiling.
My eyes were closed, my balls ached for release, tingling with pleasure. Julie’s little hand rubbed my sac from bottom to top, then continued up my shaft.
“Ooohhhh,” I hissed.
Julie put her head on my belly and put her legs up on the couch, stretching out.
“Put something in me, Christie,” she pleaded.
Christie lubricated a ribbed, nubby dildo and began working it into her. The soft ribs and nubs teased her vagina while Christie continued to buzz her clit with the vibrator. The scene before me was so obscenely lascivious, I lost the ability to use reason. I couldn’t help myself. I reached down and covered Julie’s little titties with my hands. I knew I shouldn’t but her nipples were so stiff, her little titties so creamy white against her tanned skin. I let her nipples poke through my fingers, lightly clamping them and pulling them. She moaned when I did that.
She wrapped her hand around my shaft and squeezed again.
“Awwww,” I growled. “Ummm, Ummm, Ummm.”
I was panting noisily, as I had reached the point of not caring who was rubbing my cock. It was going to cum, and I was going to enjoy it. I might feel bad later, but right now my cock was calling the shots. Or Julie was. Whatever, someone was going to get sprayed tonight.
I rolled each of her nipples between thumb and forefinger and pulled them. Christie had the dildo fully inserted in her, and she worked it in and out, fucking her with the dildo. The vibrator rested just above her clit, barely making contact. Julie raised and lowered her hips, fucking the vibrator with her clit.
Julie’s eyes were inches from my cock. She must have had some view. My cock was so angry, it was dark red. The tip was so engorged it was almost purple. Every single vein on my dick stood out clearly, blue against the dark red of my penis. My balls were beginning to retract into my body, preparing to deliver my load. She held my shaft with one hand, and rubbed my sac with the other.
I was gasping, almost sobbing as I sprayed my sticky cum. The first wad shot into the air and landed in Julie’s hair, the next few dribbled out on my lap.
“Awwwgg, Awwwgg, Awwwgg,” I growled, squeezing her titties hard. My eyes were closed, my faced grimacing in extreme pleasure. My dick contracted over and over, each time forcing out a drop of cum, which ran down my shaft and onto her hand. Her hand was completely covered in my sperm, and it ran off her hand onto my groin.
The pure, animal force of my grunting and growling and cumming scared and surprised Julie, who didn’t know what to expect from a man’s orgasm. She immediately began cumming, grunting and whimpering. I continued kneading her fantastic little titties. She squeezed my dick hard as she climaxed, milking the last of my cum out. I shivered as the last of my orgasm shook me. She shuddered quietly for a long time.
Finally, without a word, Christie brought us hand towels, and we wiped up my mess.
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