Unspoken Pleasure

Molly dropped down on one knee and reached around her sister's thin thighs. James couldn't see when the blonde girl made contact, but he didn't have to. Lexi let him know immediately.

"Oh, FUCK that's nice," she said. His cock now fully ensconced in her cunt, Lexi began to slide back and forth, like trying to get him deeper. Ironically, down on all fours in a very submissive position, Lexi had more freedom of movement than James did on the chair. He could only sit back and relax while his oldest daughter rode up and down his shaft. Not that it wasn't pleasurable, but a part of him wanted to grab that muscular ass and take control

The room devolved into a series of grunts and groans. The wet slurps of dick and cunt. Lexi oh-ed and ah-ed with each thrust. The pleasure rippled up and down James' dick. Even Molly seemed to be getting into it, just rubbing her sister off. "You should stick it in her ass, Daddy," the blonde girl said.

Lexi made a noise that sounded like a mix of frustration and fear.

"Maybe another time, honey," James said, sensing the moment. What kind of trouble was his little girl trying to get him into?

"You're such an instigator," Lexi said.

"And you're such a slut," Molly said. There was that word again. It was like she'd just learned it that day. "Getting off on your Daddy's dick." "Sssssooo good," Lexi said. James had to agree. Lexi was getting in the rhythm of it. Moving faster. Head down. The ecstasy of it overcoming her.

"Uhn, uhn, uhn," Lexi grunted. "Getting close." Lexi threw her head up in the air, she reached back and held James' leg, keeping him in place. She practically sat straight up -- froze as the pleasure washed over her -- then fell forward, dislodging her father's dick once again. Lexi lay on the ground in the fetal position, shaking uncontrollably. Like her orgasm was a stream of electric shocks.

"Awww," Molly said, "Daddy didn't get to cum." She was still on the ground where she'd been rubbing off her sister. Now she crawled over and slurped James' cock into her mouth. "We taste good, Daddy," she said. Though, with her mouth full, it was missing quite a few consonants.

Molly bobbed back and forth. She showed a little more skill than James was used to. She still wasn't anywhere close to her older sister, no woman was, but Molly was learning some tricks. It didn't matter though. He was already so close. The sight of everything around him: his two naked daughters. Molly's cocksucking double chin, her innocent face full of purple penis, her huge tits swinging back and forth with every suck. Lexi lying on the floor, body still flushed in post- orgasmic bliss. Her tight little titties and athletic body.

James reached down and wrapped his hands around the back of Molly's head. Slipped his fingers through her blonde curls.

"Oh, baby girl, your Daddy's gonna... Gonna..."ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"Wait," Lexi practically shouted it, "I want some, too. Please Dad. Let's share."

James reluctantly loosened his grip on Molly's head. The blonde girl released his cock from her mouth and started stroking him. Up and down. Aiming him.

James roared as the first burst of cum shot through him. A white splatter hit Molly right on the chest. The next arced over to Lexi. Back and forth. Blast after blast. Molly made sure her Daddy was painting his little girls with his illicit pleasure. James had trouble keeping his eyes open through the ecstasy, but he tried to watch every splatter splash on his girls.

James reached down and grabbed Molly's hand, holding it still on his shaft as pleasure shifted over to pain. The satisfaction rolled over him. He felt himself soften in his daughter's grip. It felt strangely comfortable and safe. He sat up and stroked Molly's head, lovingly. Lexi stood up on weak legs and hugged her father close. He could smell his own cum on her.

"Thank you, Daddy," Molly said, "For our special treat."

"Yes, thanks Dad," Lexi said.

James almost laughed. He'd just had a threesome with his gorgeous daughters, and they were thanking him.

Later that night, after the girls had cleaned themselves off and gotten dressed again. After they'd turned out all the lights and closed their bedroom doors. After James brushed his teeth, put on pajamas, and climbed, sore, into bed. Once all that was over, James rolled on to his side and told Christine what had happened. She barely even looked up from her iPad.

"I know," she said, "They told me they were going to."

"And that's OK?" James asked.

"You didn't cum in Molly, did you?" Christine asked. She was wearing a very conservative pajama shirt that went down to her knees. She had her glasses on and the light of the screen turned her face bluish. It was a very strange contrast -- what she said and how she looked.

"No, I..." James paused. It was weird to be so casual about sex, yet to still also feel restricted about what he could say. Forty years of cultural indoctrination still had its claws in him. "That is, Molly jerked me off and I came all over both of them." "That sounds nice," Christine said. She was only half paying attention now.

"So, it's OK?"

Christine folded her iPad closed and rolled over to look at her husband. He could feel her exasperation rolling over him. "No, of course it's not OK," Christine said, "But this where we are right now so we agreed: we have to be honest with each other." "Have you...?"

"Austin's been away, and the girls were obviously busy with you, so no," Christine said.

"And you're not upset," James kept asking. He couldn't stop. He'd always been such a confident man. He knew it was one of the things that Christine loved about him. But he couldn't stem his need for reassurance in that moment. "It's fine," Christine said, "As long as you're not knocking up our daughter, there's no consequences. It's just part of our lives now. I don't like it, but I know I can't make you stop." She turned onto her back and opened up her iPad.

The conversation was clearly over. James went to sleep soon after, the pleasure of fucking his daughters overwhelming any guilt over anything else.

*

Austin was deep in a world of chopped lettuce when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He barely looked up from what he was doing. It was one of the line cooks, Luis. "Someone's outside to see you," he said, "Out back." Austin nodded.

He understood the need for prep. When he first started, he felt like it was busy work. The way the chef showed him to do things, Austin felt like Daniel-san in the Karate Kid, completing strange rituals for the sake of being strange. Now that he understood it, he appreciated the details and nuance. But that didn't mean he enjoyed it.