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Since I had just come, I didn’t want to put my daughter deep on my dick again. I continued to poke my penis into her cute cheeks, nose and chin, as if deliberately passing by her invitingly open mouth. Meanwhile, Natasha and Zhora were enjoying each other on the sofa. What’s interesting is that my wife has also not yet touched George’s penis with either her mouth or her palms, she only covered his groin and stomach with kisses, simultaneously kneading Zhora’s buttocks with her fingers.
Natasha glanced sideways at Sashenka and me and smiled with only her eyes, licking the area of Georgy’s scrotum, dangerously close to his penis – my wife’s curls trembled deliciously with her every movement. After a while, she went a little higher, causing a slight trembling of the penis, tense to the limit and looking at the ceiling. Meanwhile, Sashenka was tired of sitting with her mouth open:
“Dad, my mouth is already dry.” Are you going to cum or not?!
– Of course, daughter!
I carefully grabbed the back of my daughter’s head and put my dick against the girl’s lips. The sound of my daughter’s breathing and the thrill of my wife’s sex with another man unfolding five feet away made my dick throb. Feeling that Sashenka’s lips were not wet enough, I pulled back a little and, moving my lips and tongue, collected saliva into my mouth, and then released it onto my fingers and touched my daughter’s lips with them. Sashenka made round eyes when I climbed my fingers into her mouth.
– Uh… Fafa? – she made a questioning exclamation.
– Daughter, this is for business. This way it will be more pleasant for me in your mouth.
“Ahh,” the girl nodded.
Having thoroughly lubricated Sashenka’s lips and tongue, I ran my slobbery hand over my penis, moistening it too. Sashulya opened her small mouth again, as if inviting guests, and I put my hands on the back of my daughter’s head. My member, trembling with impatience, was again in her tender, warm bonds. I enthusiastically began to move, pressing my daughter’s reddened ears. Natasha, seeing what I was doing with my daughter, smiled, and, stopping diligently avoiding Zhora’s penis, finally touched it with her lips for the first time.
After only half a minute, Sasha’s mouth was squelching wetly from my movements – my daughter’s saliva began to fall on her knees and tummy. Every wet gulp from my daughter echoed sparks of pleasure in me. And Natasha, taking advantage of the lack of restrictions on kissing that her daughter had, continued to quietly caress George’s penis with her lips and tongue. Zhorik was thrilled by my wife’s movements, ruffling her delicate curls with his strong palms.
Wet, obscene sounds echoed throughout the room. Turning my gaze to the left, I saw that Natasha had also moved on to the main course. When for the first time she not only kissed, but put her lips on Zhora’s penis, I felt as if I was lifted above this picture, as if I was soaring above all the conventions and rules of married life. It’s surprising that this feeling appeared only now, and not when Natasha first gave me a blowjob in front of her daughter, or when I first touched Sasha’s lips with my penis.
“Umfh-umfh,” my daughter mooed.
“Mumfgh-mumphgh,” Natasha echoed her.
I felt the finish line approaching. My daughter obediently relaxed her throat and passively accepted the penis that I pushed into her almost up to the balls. Sasha’s whipped saliva abundantly covered her lips and my penis. I groaned with rapture, enjoying every moment of irration. I wildly wanted to bend over and put my palms on my daughter’s exciting mounds, but I remembered our rules and refrained from such actions. But Zhora, unfettered by anything, pressed my wife’s breasts with all his might and even sometimes twisted her nipples, forcing her to groan and sit deeper on his penis.
After a couple of minutes of such exercises, I felt a sweet languor spreading throughout my body. Grabbing my daughter’s pigtails, I pulled them towards me with all my might, forcing the girl to make plaintive choking sounds. And then I violently discharged myself into Sashenka’s throat, feeling with pleasure how her lips encircled my penis in a tight ring so as not to spill a single drop of nectar. Tears were already running from Sasha’s eyes, sobs and sobs, albeit muffled by my penis, still broke out.
I held my daughter tightly against my groin for a few seconds and then let go, zonguldak escort causing a whole fountain of saliva, tears and emotions.
– Aaaah, paaap! It was so cool! – the crying daughter said, gasping. She smiled through her tears, wiping her cheeks, lips and neck with her palm. I leaned over and gave her a fatherly kiss on the forehead.
– But, of course, it’s cool not in a sexual way! – I added as usual.
– Of course not, dad! Purely mechanical pleasure! But how good… – she licked her lips, savoring my sperm.
“I’m very glad, daughter,” I said and patted her on the head, ruffling her already disheveled hair.
Sashenka quickly got up from the carpet, ran to the bedside table and brought dry wipes, with which she removed traces of the oral feast from her cute childish face. I hugged my daughter and she and I sat down to watch the performance that Natasha and Zhorik were giving to the world a meter away.
Zhorin’s penis was slightly smaller than mine, so it was not difficult for Natasha to swallow it completely. But this was not enough for her. When the penis completely disappeared in her small mouth, she stuck out her tongue and began to lick the balls, simultaneously vibrating her larynx, giving, judging by the expression on her partner’s face, indescribable pleasure.
Georgy couldn’t stand it for long. He grabbed my wife by the ears and pulled hard. Ears turned red, Natasha’s cheeks too. She moaned in protest, just like Sashenka had done a minute ago, but in the end she gave in and pressed herself even deeper into Zhorik’s groin. Her small, neat nose literally flattened out, disappearing into the folds of Zhora’s belly.
Suddenly Sasha’s cell phone rang. My daughter jumped out of her seat and ran to answer the call. A minute later she ran into the room.
– Dad, these are the Domosedovs! Their plans have changed, they can’t do it tomorrow. But they can today! Right now. Get ready!
– But… I wanted to watch…
– Don’t worry! I will record mom and uncle Zhora on video. Then you’ll look.
Meanwhile, Georgy stopped pulling my wife by the ears. Having freed herself, she freed herself from the penis with a smacking sound and immediately received a load of sperm right on her pretty face. Natasha comically closed one eye, where a large clot fell, and then began to collect the nectar and put it in her mouth. Zhora, in accordance with his habits, leaned towards the girl and began to lick her cheeks and lips.
I turned away from this stunning picture to look for clothes in the closet. Having completed this task, I began to get dressed with the help of my daughter, while at the same time trying to observe what Natasha and Zhora were doing.
And there was something to see. They weren’t going to stop at oral sex, unlike Sashenka and me. However, Sasha didn’t even consider the fact that we had sex. Moreover, it was doubly interesting for her. But, nevertheless, she sacrificed a wonderful performance to choose me a suit to impress her classmate and their parents.
Meanwhile, Natasha was already preparing to impale herself on Zhorik’s penis with her secret place in a cowgirl position. She took off her panties, but remained in her sundress, at first without showing Zhora her bare breasts. However, this was immediately corrected, and the sundress flew to the floor after the panties. Zhora joyfully patted my wife’s mounds, causing her to laugh playfully.
So, when I left the apartment in a business suit, I was mainly focused on ensuring that Sasha would turn on her phone camera as soon as I left and start filming. The glimpse I saw of my wife’s bouncing breasts at the moment of riding Zhora’s penis could not leave me indifferent. The daughter smiled, nodded and was already twirling the phone in her hands, but still did not start filming her mother jumping on a strange man, apparently trying to send me away as quickly as possible.
I obediently left for the soft interior of the taxi, relying on Sasha’s conscience – my daughter couldn’t leave me without such a sight. Having given the address, I stared out the car window. The taxi driver was silent, we got there quickly.
***
Dasha, Karina’s mother, met me at the door. She turned out to be a fairly young blonde, with pretty curves and a sweet smile.
“Come in, take off your jacket,” Dasha turned around and her butt, covered in short denim shorts, istanbul travesti appeared before my eyes.
“Yes, yes, of course,” I was already impatient to see Karinochka, although her mother also made a great impression.
I saw the next member of the Domosedov family when I entered the room where the table was already set. The gloomy middle-aged man turned out to be Valera, Karina’s dad. He looked at me with a stern look and I felt uneasy. The last thing he resembled was a frivolous swinger.
– Please, come to the table. Karina will come over now,” the father of the family said in a hoarse voice.
I sat down on a chair, peering anxiously into Valery’s face. He took a deep breath.
— My daughter really liked you.
– Uh. Nice to hear.
“She is a very unusual, special girl.”
“Yes-yes.”
“And this unusualness… In general…” suddenly Valera’s confident, serious look disappeared somewhere. Dasha sat down next to him and took her husband’s hand.
“In general…” Valera continued. — Karina has a certain set of rules…
– Ahh, that means the vault! — I exclaimed, expecting something like this. It is unlikely that my daughter Sasha would become friends with a girl who is not interested in unique sexual theories, like the one that Sasha herself propagated about the disgustingness of incest, while swallowing her father’s penis to the balls.
Valera and Dasha looked at me in bewilderment.
– I think I understand what you mean…
– Do you understand? — Valery raised his eyebrows in surprise.
– Valery, I have a girl myself. They have such an age now – eighteen years old, fantasies, beliefs…
– Are you saying that…
– Well, yes! You’re talking about… – I lowered my tone a little – about… incest?
Valery fell silent and pursed his lips. Then he sighed and said irritably:
– What does this have to do with it? Yes, Karina doesn’t even want to hear about sex without following her set of rules! Whether incest or ordinary sex, it requires my mother and me to ensure that her rules of the game are followed. And only then, in accordance with the rules, it will make us happy. And not just us.
– What do you have in mind? What are her rules?
Valery sighed even harder and put an A-4 piece of paper on the table. It was painted with hearts and dicks with wings. And in the middle, in a frame, the rules were written, in multi-colored pens, everything as it should be for girls of her age.
RULES OF LOVE
1. Love is a secret feeling; you cannot show it off. There must be a secret in love. But even without witnesses, the acuity of sensations is lost, so there must be observers as well. The role-playing game “I See Nothing, Hear Nothing” will allow you to combine secrets and observers, according to which observers pretend that they do not understand what the participants in the act of love are doing behind a screen or under the table.
2. The most intimate type of love is blowjob. The sounds of a blowjob should be perceived by the participants in the game as the cries of birds outside the window, random rustles from speakers or the splash of flowing water.
3. All actions behind the screen and under the table must be explainable within the framework of formal logic without involving a sexual component. If a participant in the game gives a blowjob to a guy under the table and her legs and ass are visible to all observers, then they urgently need to make an assumption about what else the participant can do in such a position, in addition to delivering oral pleasure – “looking for a fallen fork,” “correcting trousers for the guest”, etc., etc. However, doubts and even hints about the real state of affairs are acceptable, which must be dispelled by other participants in the game.
4. The main thing in love is intrigue and understatement. During the game, the participant reserves the right to excite men and not let them cum as many times as necessary. Men have no right to perform actions that cannot be interpreted by the rules in paragraph 3.
5. To maintain the atmosphere, the participant in the game and observers undertake to maintain a conversation during sexual intercourse. Moans and grunts must be explained in accordance with the rules in paragraph 3.
6. The participant in the game and observers undertake not to break the rules.
I read this entire ankara travesti text in shock.
“That’s how it is,” said Valery and looked at me intently.
– Do you agree? – he asked.
I didn’t think for a long time. Karina’s photo sank into my soul so much that I was ready for any conditions. Moreover, I became more and more excited after reading Brown’s rules. I couldn’t wait to see the girl in person.
– Certainly! – I exhaled. Nodding in satisfaction, the Domosedovs got up from the table and removed the piece of paper with the rules from it..
– Daughter, where are you? We’re already tired of waiting! – Daria exclaimed.
As if just expecting this, a charming creature in a short skirt with pleats and a miniature top fluttered into the room, revealing weighty young breasts and a toned tummy. The image was complemented by lovely glasses, which added naivety and cuteness to the girl.
– Hello, Uncle Arkasha! I’m very glad you came.
Her sweet voice literally made me melt. I sighed shakily and began to openly stare at the tits of the sexy schoolgirl. As if not noticing my gaze, Karina adjusted the straps of her T-shirt and, coming up to me, kissed me on the cheek. I felt myself blushing, as if we were the same age. Having grunted, grunted and made some other unintelligible sounds, I began to eat… Well, how they started.
Karina was not going to waste any time. She turned awkwardly and pushed her fork off the table.
– Oh, what a bungler I am! — the girl declared and quickly ducked under the table. I realized that the game had begun and felt a wild, growing excitement. For a second there was a desire to overturn the table and take this wonderful girl right among the broken dishes. I suppressed it and began to wait for what would come next.
– Daughter, did you find it? Maybe it’s better to give you another? — Karina’s mother asked, trying with all her might to keep a serious expression on her face.
– Nope, I don’t want another one. She probably rolled further. Uncle Arkasha, could you move your legs, maybe she’s there?
I obediently turned around in my chair, but suddenly I felt small, tenacious fingers pressing my leg.
– No, no, Uncle Arkasha. You better sit, I’ll fix it myself…” Karina said in a ringing voice, spreading my legs in different directions. I felt her hand on my crotch. Gasping, I jerked, my penis was already tense to the limit.
Karina pulled the zipper on my trousers. Valery immediately raised his head.
– So, daughter, what are those sounds there?
“Oh, dad, don’t worry, I accidentally touched the zipper of Uncle Arkasha’s fly with my hair.”
The father widened his eyes and turned purple. Yes, with his acting skills, he would play in the theater.
– What?! Flies?!! Close it immediately! Can you hear? I will not tolerate debauchery in this house!
– Of course, daddy, no debauchery. But it seems to be stuck…
-What else is stuck there? – Valery shouted, already preparing to get up from the table.
– Hair, dad.
“Yes, yes, I’ll correct it now,” I said, of course, without thinking about correcting anything. On the contrary, I also pulled down my panties with my fingers and dumped my dick right in front of the girl’s face. Naturally, I couldn’t see it under the table, but I literally felt Karina’s breath on my dick.
– Well, that’s all, I’ve freed myself. Sorry, Uncle Arkasha,” here Karina suddenly leaned forward and gave my penis a long kiss with her sweet lips. The goosebumps made me shiver with excitement.
– What was that, Valera? You heard? – Dasha asked.
“Some kind of wet squelching sound…” the father squinted thoughtfully. – What could it be?
“They’re probably cleaning the heating system,” Karina said from under the table.
“Or a bird outside the window…” I said.
— Is the bird chirping? Do they make such sounds? — Valera looked at me suspiciously.
– Well, yes… Of course, I’m not an ornithologist, but why not?
– Okay, okay. Daughter, did you find the fork?
– No, daddy. I’m looking, while you eat.
The girl blew lightly on my penis, which was already resting against the tabletop. Then Karina began to literally drive me into a frenzy with gentle, silent touches of her lips and tongue. But not even a minute had passed before Valera muttered irritably:
– Okay, that’s it, get out! Let your mother give you another fork, stop sitting there.
“As you say, daddy,” and Karina, without letting my dick into her mouth, obediently crawled out from under the table. She straightened her hair and started eating the chicken. And I, like a fool, remained sitting with my pants down, remembering the fourth point of the rules…