Family Game Night

 Family Game Night

By Robert Lubrican

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Copyright 2025 Robert Lubrican

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Table of Contents

Foreword

Chapters: 1 | 2| 3 | 4 | 5| 6| 7 | 8| 9| 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17

Afterword

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Foreword

I read a very short story written by a Brit, based on some of the language in it. It ended abruptly and left me wondering what might have happened after that. Lots of people write to me and ask me what happened after the end of this or that story and I always answer them the same way. "What happened is in your imagination. You have some idea of how you wish it would have gone on, so think about that and imagine that's how it was written." So I took my own advice and imagined what might have happened if this story had gone on.

The original story was called "Family Morals" by "unk" and I have no idea where I downloaded it from, so I can't give credit for the beginning, which I edited and reused. I changed a bit in the first fifty lines, to set things up for my own vision, and after that, it's all mine. It is, in theory, a stroke story, but my record of starting with a stroke story and turning it into something else is well known. I'm writing this foreword at the beginning of the writing process, so we'll see how it turns out.

Updated Foreword

Okay, after finishing it up I decided there (can be) a lot to think about in looking at the relationships that developed as the story played out in my mind. Yes, this can just be for fun and entertainment. But there are also some things to reflect on because real people are experiencing real issues in the kinds of relationships they want to have. There's an extensive afterword in which I talk about that a little bit. The afterword is what some of my less than happy readers like to call "pontification" or "philosophy" and it isn't an epilogue, so you don't have to read it. I think you should, though. If the theme of this story is what you like, then you should read that afterword.

Something else that affected what you will read are the publisher's standards, which require that any character involved in having sex be 18 or older. The original book was written to reflect something closer to reality and had to be edited before it could be published. For that reason the context in places may seem off, but them's the rules and what we have to deal with. Instructions to get the original book at no additional cost are at the end of this book.

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Chapter One

It was game night in the Cunningham household. Every Friday night had been game night for roughly thirteen years, ever since the twins had been old enough to understand what a game was.

Bob Cunningham smiled good-naturedly up at his twin daughters. He had lost again and he knew what his punishment would be. Beth and Emma pulled off their socks and pushed their feet in his face.

"Trick or treat; smell our feet!" they yelled. It wasn't Halloween but they liked the phrase, he supposed. They always yelled it.

"Oh, phew!" he said. "Cheesy!"

Both girls giggled with delight. They loved sticking their feet in their father's face. It always got a good reaction.

"No more, no more!" he moaned, but remained on the floor as their feet battled to get in front of his nostrils. His wife laughed as the girls punished him this way. This was a fairly normal happening in their house. They would play a family game of cards and whoever lost had a forfeit. Bob seemed to lose quite often and his girls always chose their favorite; making him lie on the floor while they stuck their bare feet in his face.

"C'mon dear, get up now and let's continue," Julie said good-naturedly.

"Oh, alright dear!" he said, smiling. "C'mon, that's enough you two!"

The girls reluctantly let their father rise to continue the game.

A little while later Julie lost. It was her turn for a forfeit.

"Smelly feet! Smelly feet!" chanted the girls in unison.

Julie smiled. "No way – I'm not as crazy as your father. You're not sticking your smelly feet in my face."

She always said this. Julie could not be persuaded to do anything she didn't want to.

"Oh Mom!" said Beth. "You're such a spoil sport."

"Yes, c'mon Mom!" said Bob.

"No!" said Julie Cunningham, sternly.

The girls turned to their father. "Daddy?" said Emma.

"Alright girls!" said Bob. He stood up, walked behind his wife then grabbed her and pulled her from her chair.

"Bob! What on earth are you doing?" shrieked Julie. Bob was laughing and his daughters looked on with delight. Shrieking and whooping themselves they jumped on their helpless mother.

"No! No!" cried Julie Cunningham crossly, struggling against her husband's strong grip.

"Come on girls!" he shouted. "Here's your chance to stick your smelly feet in your mother's face!"

The girls did just that, though it wasn't easy as their mother kept turning her face from side to side as her daughters' feet got near her.

"Stop it Bob!" she kept saying. As she thrashed and squirmed under her husband her skirt rode up above her knees.

"Won't behave, eh?" said Bob. "We're just going to have to tickle you!"

The girls giggled.

"No! stop this now!" shrieked Julie Cunningham for all she was worth.

The girls dropped to their knees beside their prostrate mother and began tickling her in earnest. They went for obvious targets, like her armpits and ribs, and then Beth slid down, grabbed a foot, and began to tickle her sock-covered sole.

Julie Cunningham was almost hyperventilating now as the two girls went to work on her. She pleaded with them one last time and then, in fight or flight mode, swung her hand and slapped Bob soundly on the face.

Everybody froze and then let go of her. Mortified, she jumped up and ran, heading for the master bedroom.

"You wait here," their father told them, and followed his wife's dramatic exit.

He climbed the stairs, slowly, with a heavy heart. He wasn't hurt, but he knew Julie was upset.

When he got there, though, she seemed to be waiting for him.

"Are you all right?" she asked.

"Fine," he said. "No harm done."

"Good," she said, moving toward him.

She shed her clothes as she moved.

"I was bad," she said, her voice low. "I need to be punished. I think you should bend me in half and fuck me deep. You know how when you push all the way in I complain it hurts? Well this time I won't complain."

Bob was completely taken aback. He'd never seen his wife of sixteen years like this. She was like… like… like an animal in heat.

She almost dragged him to the bed and lay back on it, knees spread and pulled up to her healthy, still firm breasts.

"I want it rough, Bob," she moaned.

So that's what he did. He mounted her and slammed in hard enough to move her body towards the headboard of the bed. He knew she normally liked him to be gentle but he also knew he could eventually rub the shit out of her clit until she came. He did that and then her milking muscles finished him off and he inundated her pussy with his spend.

Almost as soon as it had begun it was over. Julie achieved the release she needed – both sexual and emotional - and got out of bed to clean herself up, leaving Bob with a limp dick. While his wife went to the bathroom he got dressed again and waited for her. She returned, put clothing on, and then held her hand out to him. All in all, they'd been gone from the game fifteen minutes.

"Thank you," she said. "Now we've got a game to finish."

They went back downstairs to their two children, who were still there, waiting anxiously. When they saw their parents smiling, however, they were greatly relieved, although somewhat mystified. No more was said about the incident and they continued the game as though nothing had happened.

Very soon after they had begun Julie lost again. She put her cards down on the table, beamed at her family and said, "Well girls. It seems I've lost again. It seems that I can't stop you if you want to tickle me, or do anything else to me that you desire."

Bob felt his cock stirring again and the girls just looked at each other with impish grins.

"We don't want to tickle you. Instead, we want you to teach us things we need to know before we get married," Emma said.

The girls were eighteen and twins. They were beautiful, with full, curvy bodies like their mother, and in three short months they would be nineteen and the dating they had done for fun might become something much more serious. Now, it seemed, they were thinking about the future even though neither had what they called a boyfriend.

"What do you want to know?" asked their mother.

"Janine says that boys will try to do things … nasty things … and we need to know how to stop them," said Beth and Emma, in unison. They often sounded like they had practiced saying things together.

"Bob?" His wife looked at him.

"You want me to tell them?" he yeeped.

"You're a man. Tell them what men will want from them."

"Well," he said. "Just how in-depth should I go?"

"They think teasing a man involves making him smell their feet," said Julie. "That's pretty unrealistic. We knew this day was coming. Don't hold back."

"No, Daddy!" squealed the twins. "Don't hold back!"

"All right. First they'll want to kiss you."

"Big deal," said Emma. "You've kissed us for years."

"Not like boys will want to," said Bob.

"Show us! Show us!" they chanted.

So Bob pulled Emma into his arms and planted one on her lips. He kissed her like he kissed his wife, and wasn't reluctant about using his tongue. To be honest, he'd had some illicit thoughts about his girls over the last year or so, as their bodies looked more and more like they were eighteen, instead of fifteen or sixteen. Kissing Emma like this was fun.

When he let her go her eyes were glassy and she stumbled backwards to fall on her mother's lap. Julie held her up.

"Wow," she sighed.

"What was it like?" whined Beth.

So he kissed Beth the same way.

She ended up on her mother's other knee.

"What next?" asked Julie, calmly. She knew what these girls were in for, with their long, blond hair, big breasts, and cheery attitude. Every boy who had taken them out had wanted to fuck them. She was certain that had not happened, but it would soon and she knew she couldn't stop it.

"They'll want to hold you and touch you while they kiss you some more," said their father.

Emma went to find out what that was like. She jerked and yipped, pulling her face away from a kiss.

"Daddy! You touched my boob!"

"Boys will want to do that," he said. "They'll try, and you need to know what that feels like, because you're going to have to decide whether to let them touch you or not. It will be your decision how far to let them go."

"I don't mind if you touch me," said his daughter, "but I don't want boys to touch me like that."

"At some point you'll like a boy so much you will want him to touch you," said Julie. "I know I did. I let some boys touch me on my boobs and other places."

"Mom!" said both girls together, clearly scandalized.

"Where?" asked Beth, curiously. Emma snorted.

"You know where, Beth. Don't play like you're stupid," she said.

"I didn't think we were going to admit we know stuff," said Beth in a huff.

"You two are grown up. You're still living at home so your college won't cost as much but you are adults. You need to tell us the truth about things so we can have honest conversations, like this one," said Julie. "If I don't think I can trust you, how can I approve of any man you want to marry?"

"Okay," said Emma. "But it will be a while before either of us get married. We just want to be prepared, so our marriages will be like yours."

"Okay, then, be honest with us. What have you two done with boys up to this point?"

"Not much, really," said Emma. "Jeremy Hawkins kissed us at church one time, but it wasn't like how Daddy just kissed us. We've heard stuff, from other girls, but we haven't done any of it because we were only allowed one date a month in high school and we didn't go out with the same boys over and over. We wanted to find out what different boys were like."

"What have you heard?" asked Julie.

Emma looked at both parents.

"You promise you won't get mad?"

"Why would we get mad about something you heard? I only want to know to find out if you've gotten good information or bad."

"Okay. We heard that guys want to get in our panties."

"That's true," said Bob.

"What does that mean, exactly?" asked Beth. "We want details about what that's like."

"Your father will show you that later," said Julie.

"I will?" asked Bob, his voice cracking.

"How else will they be prepared?" she said.

Bob realized something crazy was happening. He knew his wife was prone to suggest odd things from time to time. She had suggested they go to a swap meet one of her friends had told her about, for instance. He had been unable to imagine letting another man have her … that way … and had refused. She didn't push it or even mention it after that. On another occasion she had brought home some rented movies that were filthy in the extreme. The girls were at a sleepover that night and they had watched the movies and then acted out one of the scenes. It had been great sex, but she hadn't made a habit out of it. When she bought a vibrator she said it wasn't a reflection on him and then invited him to use it on her to give her the first orgasms of many she would have with the toy. She used it to get ready for him while he was at work and then fucked his socks off later.

When Covid hit he had transitioned to working from home, which was no problem because his job was accounting for a major plumbing distributor and he could do his job with information sent to and from him via the internet. After that, Julie used the vibrator less and less, since he was always available to sate her considerable lust.

It was her record of doing things like that which convinced him this was another of her spur-of-the-moment ideas. Except this one didn't seem to have anything to do with her own sexual satisfaction. It could be about the girls' satisfaction, which would be odd, and it could be about his satisfaction, which would be just plain weird. Only time would tell. He just decided to play things by ear and be ready to stop when Julie said to.

The problem would be, eventually, that Julie never told him to stop.

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"There are two reasons a man wants to get in a woman's panties," Bob orated, trying to sound scholastic. "The first is to use his fingers to bring her pleasure."

"You mean rub," said Emma, who was no longer shy about displaying the knowledge she already had.

"Like you two rub," said Julie, guessing that both girls had been masturbating for a while. "Except it will feel different."

"How can it feel different?" asked Beth. "Rubbing is rubbing."

"Your father will show you that, later, too," said their mother.

"If you know about that one, then you know the other reason a man wants to get in a girl's panties," suggested Bob.

"You mean to have sex," said Emma.

"Precisely," said Bob.

Both girls looked at their mother. They were still sitting on her knees, so she couldn't look at both of them at the same time.

"Is Daddy going to show us that, too?" Emma asked, her voice snarky.

"That depends on you," said Julie, calmly. "If you take that attitude I seriously doubt it."

"Wait!" gasped Beth. "You mean he might actually show us?"

"Again, that depends on you. Your bodies are yours. You must never, ever let anyone, man or woman, do anything to you that you object to. That includes your father and me."

"You? What could you do we might object to?" asked Beth, curiously.

"I had a roommate in college," said Julie. "We were friends. We were very good friends. We experimented with things that people march in pride parades about these days."

"No way!" yipped Emma. "You were a lesbian?"

"Had I been a lesbian neither of you would have been born," said Julie. "We experimented. I liked it. I just didn't like it enough to give up men."

"She means she might be willing to do that to us," said Beth. "Unless we objected," she added.

"I do your laundry," said Julie. "I handle your pajamas and sometimes they have evidence in them that the girl wearing them has been very horny. Since both sets of pajama bottoms smell that way, sometimes, I think you're trying to dissemble again."

"We're not disassembling anything," objected Beth.

"I said dissemble, not dis-a-semble. It means trying to conceal something."

"What would we be trying to hide?"

"Are you two lesbians?" asked Julie.

"Oh," said Emma.

"No, we're not," said Beth. "We like boys, too."

"I hope that's the last time I have to tell you something I know about that you should have already told me about."

"C'mon, Mom. How were we supposed to know you did that in college? It sort of happened over time. All of a sudden one night … well … you can't go to your parents the next day and say, 'Guess what we did last night! Does it make us lesbians?' "

"You most certainly can do that," snapped Julie. "That's my whole point. You can ask us anything, talk to us about anything. That's what we're here for. Why do you think we're having this conversation right now? We want you to be prepared to face the world when you leave this house; even before you leave it. We know how hard it is to grow up. We're trying to make it a little easier for you two."

"That's really nice," said Emma, "but I don't think they do this in most families. I mean most dads don't do what we're talking about with their daughters."

"You're right," said Julie. "And if you don't want to do this, then don't. It's up to you. Just remember, this is our family, not someone else's. We may do things differently, but we're only doing what we think is best for you two."

"So … what now?" asked Emma.

"You're either curious and have questions, or you aren't and don't," said Julie. "That's up to you, too."

The twins looked at each other, across their mother's lap. Her arms were around them. Neither looked scared or uncomfortable.

"I'm curious," Beth finally said.

"I have questions," said Emma.

"Maybe we should make a schedule of things to explore," said Julie. "That will give you time to think about things and make changes, should you wish to."

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Bob sat as pen and paper were procured. The girls sat on the floor between their parents and Julie wrote. He didn't expect to be consulted. His wife had come up with this hare-brained idea and he sensed that the women would decide what would happen.

The first thing written down was 'More kissing lessons'.

Beth said, "I'm interested in getting someone else's hands in my panties." She blinked. "Other than Emma's."

That was written down as 'Petting lessons'. The girls got up to look at the list.

"What's petting?" asked Beth.

"It means your father will touch you and, eventually, masturbate you," said Julie, calmly.

"Wow," whispered Emma.

"Unless you object," Julie added.

Neither girl said anything.

"If he's going to touch us, does that mean we get to touch him?" asked Emma.

Julie wrote down 'Male anatomy lessons'.

"Angie Thorp said she has had to jerk guys off on dates," said Beth. "Is that included in male anatomy lessons?"

"Yes," said Julie.

Bob breathed heavier and adjusted the front of his pants.

"What about blow jobs?" asked Emma, whose reticence had vanished.

"If he is willing to let you do that, then that's also included," said Julie.

Emma looked at her father.

"You're not saying anything, Daddy."

"I'm not sure what to say," he said, weakly.

"You get to say, 'No,' too," said Emma. "I mean, that's only fair, right?"

"You asked what boys will be like on dates," he answered. "Some boys will try to do whatever they can get away with. All boys will always be willing to do whatever it is you want them to."

"Anything?" Beth said.

"If he's intelligent he may resist some things," said Bob. "An intelligent boy will understand that there are consequences to his actions and he may refuse to do some things."

"Why? Aren't they all fun?" asked Beth.

"He may refuse to do something that could get you pregnant," said Julie.

"Oh … that," said Beth. "Okay. I get that. I don't want to get pregnant, either. Not now. Some day I want to have a baby, but not now."

"One of the things I hope you learn with your father is that, in the heat of passion, you may forget some of your plans," said Julie. "That's the most important lesson I think he can teach you."

"How can you forget a plan?" asked Emma.

"You'll find out," said Julie. "What else?"

"That's probably enough for now, I think," said Emma. She had been born first and sometimes reveled in being the "big sister". She also tried to bully Beth, once in a while. Beth knew when to ignore her.

"There's two kinds of oral sex," said Beth, looking meaningfully at Emma. "I'm curious about what that might be like."

"With a man, you mean?" said Julie, her face straight. Bob coughed.

"Yes," muttered Beth.

Julie wrote down 'Cunnilingus' on the paper.

"What the heck is that?" asked Emma, as she stared at the paper.

"It means your father will put his mouth on your vulva," said Julie.

"Vulva?"

"Your pussy," said Julie, calmly.

"Oh. It's called a vulva?"

"All that will be covered in petting lessons," said Julie. "Anything else?"

"Not now," said Emma again.

"I guess that's good, for now," Beth said.

"All right. Lessons will be on Friday nights. You can do them in place of game night, or after game night."

"New games to play," breathed Emma.

"Not tonight, though," said Julie. "It's gotten too late to tackle anything on this list. Next Friday night you can choose."

"Awww, Mom," complained the twins, together again, as one voice.

"Kiss your father good night," she ordered.

These kisses were not the pecks they had always given him on the lips since they were little.

Tonight they got hugs and kisses with tongue.

"Wow, I like that," sighed Emma, who had gone first.

"Me, me, me!" squealed Beth. "Don't hog him!"

She got a kiss that left her with wobbly knees, but she recovered quickly.

There was much giggling and squealing as the two girls dashed upstairs to the room they had shared all their lives.

Chapter Two

"Want to tell me what's gotten in to you?" Bob asked, as they retired to their own bedroom.

"You did," she said. She smiled.

"This seems kind of sudden," he ventured.

"I thought of it as you were punishing me," she said.

"I wasn't really punishing you," he said.

"Bob, they're grown women. We didn't let them get much experience with boys and maybe we should have. They're clearly not ready for a serious sexual relationship. Not a meaningful one, anyway. I've known about their sexual play with each other for two years. They've become sexual beings, still full of hormones and vulnerable. I don't want them to choose badly. I want them to be smart about what they do with boys and the only way I can think of to get them to that point is if they really understand what being with a guy can be like."

"Sweetheart, you all but offered to have me fuck them," said Bob.

"Well? You said it yourself. Every boy they go out with will try to get in their panties. I know it's taboo, but I'd rather you were the first. At least then they'd know what it's like to make love, instead of just hump in the back seat of some car."

"So we're going to get them on birth control?"

"No, we are not," said his wife, firmly.

"I'm confused."

"If they choose to become fully sexually active, they will know that there are consequences and that they will have to live with those consequences. When they get serious about a manthen birth control will be fine, but as long as they're in college I don't want them thinking they're invulnerable and can do whatever they want with no worries."

"And what happens if they end up with a horn dog who won't take no for an answer?"

"I know some tricks to handle guys like that," said Julie. "I'll teach them some self-defense."

She struck like a cobra and her hand flashed to Bob's groin. He went up on his toes, his mouth open to cry out as she squeezed, but she didn't squeeze hard enough to actually hurt him.

"Please don't have them do that to me," he gasped. "They might not have the control you do."

"I'll also teach them how hard to squeeze," she said. "Hot rolls are perfect for that."

Bob imagined a hot roll being squeezed to a solid mass and winced.

"I'll make sure they don't hurt you," said Julie. She embraced him. "I want your eggs nice and healthy for me."

"You're the one with eggs," he said, kissing her.

"Just remember they have eggs, too," said Julie. "We're going to teach them to treasure those eggs and not squander them on the wrong man."

"This is still crazy," he sighed, grabbing his wife's ass.

"Come to bed," she cooed. "They're probably in there tasting each other right now. I want us to taste each other, too."

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The girls were good students and their parents never had to tell them to do their homework. If the changes to game night had them all giddy they didn't show it. They still did the things they had done before and spent time with different friends (they didn't do everything together) and watched TV with their mother and father.

Bob was the one who got antsy as the next Friday approached. He even found himself thinking about it while he worked. He knew that the list for next Friday was more kissing lessons, but how much kissing could a guy do without doing something else along with it? He remembered kissing the girl next door when he was, like, twelve or thirteen. He had kissed her for hours but there was a lot of water under the bridge since then and he wasn't sure he had the patience to only kiss them.

As it turned out Julie was thinking about all this, too. They didn't make up lesson plans or anything. They didn't even talk about it, really, other than a few "Mmmm, you definitely need to teach them this," kind of comments while they were fooling around. It hasn't been mentioned up to this point because it wasn't relevant to the story, but they had been married sixteen years and were in the phase of their marriage where a lot of couples tend to tone down their sexual relationship. Bob felt really lucky that his bride was still turned on by him and that she still loved sex. They fooled around a lot. They didn't know it then, but the twins had seen him come up from behind their mother at the kitchen table, one time, as he was preparing to leave. He leaned down and reached around to cup her breasts and squeeze them as she turned her head to get his goodbye kiss. The twins were thirteen at the time and were in another room, but could see this.

Bob and Julie would find out about this on a game night.

At any rate, when Bob wrapped up his work on Friday, he went to the kitchen where Julie was getting supper ready. He hugged her and she pushed her loins against his bulge while she kissed him. He firmed up, like he usually did.

"Do I need to take the starch out of that or are the girls safe tonight?" she said, with her lips against his.

"Even if it's because of them, it's not for them," he said, putting his hands on her tight butt.

"Get a room, parents," said Emma as she came into the kitchen, intending to get something to drink.

"We have one," said Julie, still holding him. "When we use it babies seem to happen. Are you ready for a new little sister?"

"That would be kind of cool, except I know you'd make Beth and me babysit while you two went out and danced the night away." She grinned.

"Of course we would," said Julie, kissing him again. "It might be good for you, though. You two will need to know how to care for babies one day." She grinned back and ground her loins against Bob's.

It should be pointed out that seeing their parents noodle like this was not strange to the twins. Bob and Julie didn't make out in front of them or anything, but the occasional cuddle, now and then, was something they had never hidden from their children. The twins had never mentioned it to their parents, but on more than one occasion one had said to the other something like, "I'm glad Mom and Dad still love each other. It makes me feel warm and safe when I see them like that."

Julie continued getting supper ready and Emma (after sticking her tongue out at them) went back to whatever she'd been doing; in this case, homework. The girls liked to get that done as soon as they got home on Fridays so they could have the weekend free for less scholarly pursuits.

It wasn't until they were eating that the topic of game night was brought up. It was Beth who broached the subject.

"So, tonight is game night," she said. Her words were casual but her voice contained some strain … or maybe excitement. Bob was a little dismayed that his penis, which had softened during the meal, started getting hard again, under the table.

"What shall we play tonight?" asked Julie, as she passed Bob the potatoes. Her voice was as calm as a puddle of water on a windless day.

"I thought we were going to have kissing lessons tonight," said Emma, proving that the list had not been forgotten.

"Oh, yes," said Julie as if she had forgotten. "If that's what you want." I knew she was messing with them, even if they didn't. "Or we could play a board game," she said, rubbing it in.

"Kissing lessons," said the twins, in one voice. Even after experiencing that for more than a decade it always freaked Bob out a little bit when they did that.

"Kissing lessons it is," said Julie. "After the dishes are done."

The girls had chores and washing the dishes – old style; not in the dishwasher – was one of them.

They sometimes procrastinated on that chore, but not on this night. Half an hour after supper was over the dishes were in the drainer and the twins said, "We're ready," in that slightly creepy duet they did so much.

"Not yet," said their mother.

"But you said –" She held up a hand to stop them. "Come with me," she said. "There is planning to do."

The girls looked at each other but followed her without comment. Bob was left to decide, apparently, where the classroom was going to be.

He wandered around the house, thinking about where to make out with his daughters.

A bedroom was out; too intimate a setting. He didn't want to stand up while they necked, so the kitchen and dining room were discarded. He looked at the living room, where there was a couch and two oversized upholstered chairs. The chairs were good for cuddling, but also a bit confining. The couch was a bit like the back seat of a car, though less cramped. Two people could lie on the seat and stretch out, but they could also fall off, if they got too active. That was the ticket. The couch it was!

He sat down in the middle and looked around. Should he put on some music? He got up and pulled the drapes closed. There was no sense in putting on a show for the neighbors, especially since a show like that could result in the police being called. He was standing in the middle of the room when I heard the rest of his family arrive. He turned to see the girls wearing jeans and T shirts. They had that look on their face like they were being made to do something they thought was silly.

"I put them in clothing that will inhibit wandering hands," said Julie. "Later they'll change into skirts and blouses."

"I see," Bob said. He didn't really see. As it would turn out, he'd get an education that night, too, about how a woman thought as she picked an outfit for a date.

There was a bit of stiffness as things got started. The girls had not agreed on who would go first. Emma claimed that spot in the lineup and Beth argued. While they were doing that Julie came to stand in front of her husband.

"I know you," she whispered. "Just kissing them won't be enough and while they might be happy just kissing a boy in their early dating lives, the boys may not be as patient. So I'm teaching them how to dress for a date. What they have on now is armor; tight jeans and sports bras. You'll have to work at it if you want to feel bare skin. I told them this is how they should dress unless they really like the boy and want to let him get away with some things."

"I don't want any boys to get away with things," he said.

"I know you don't," she said, patting his cheek. "You want them to be virgins forever, but we both know that isn't going to happen. Just imagine that you're Hugh Hefner and they're auditioning to be bunnies."

"Bad analogy," said Bob. "Hugh Hefner would just tell them to get naked and get in his bed."

"Okay, then, you're the boss at work and they're your new interns."

"Whatever," he said. "It's just some kissing."

"No. I want them to be excited. I want them to be turned on. I want them to be horny when they change clothes."

"Why?" he asked.

"Because I want them to understand how their mood and emotions can affect how they dress, and how they dress can affect what happens on a date."

"I had no idea it was this complicated," he said.

"Think about it. How often do I wear panty hose?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. Every so often?"

"How often do I go commando?" she asked.

"Whenever you want me to molest you," he said, grinning.

"Panty hose can mean I'm not in the mood, Bob," she said.

"Oh! I guess I never thought about it that way."

"Men never do," she said. "That's why we women have to. I think they've decided. Are you ready?"

"I have no idea," he sighed.

She reached to find and squeeze his mostly inflated cock.

"You're ready," she said. "Don't be shy about pushing that against them. Their dates will, so you should, too."

She left him standing there and went to the shelf unit that held the TV and surround sound equipment that Bob had bought on impulse one day. To this point it had only been used for the TV or when they watched a movie. Julie had learned how to use it when a CD player was on and Bob was surprised to find she had planned for music that night.

"Will you dance with me?" asked Emma, at his shoulder. She sounded nervous. "Mom said we should start with dancing."

"Of course," he said. "I'd love to dance with you."

The music was slow and it throbbed all around them. No "steps" were involved. They just hugged and moved their feet. Emma looked up at him.

"I thought this would be scary, but it's not."

"You know I'd never hurt you," he said.

"Of course not," she said. "But this is really different."

She pushed her teenage abdomen against his. He could feel his hardon pressing into her.

"You're … um … hard … right?"

"I am," he said. "Boys you dance with might be like this, too."

"It feels good to push against it," she said. "Is that crazy?"

"No, but if you do that it will encourage him to try stuff," said her father.

"Like what?" she asked.

He kissed her then, a long, tongue-swapping kiss, during which his hands slid onto her denim-covered ass and stroked her bubble butt. When he pulled back she sighed.

"I really like that," she said.

"Do you like this?" he asked, squeezing her ass cheeks.

"It feels weird, but it feels good, too."

"My turn," announced Beth, somewhat stridently.

"We're still dancing," said Emma.

"He kissed you. It's my turn." Beth was insistent.

Emma pulled his head down with her hands for another kiss, a shorter one, and then stepped away. Beth almost crashed against her father and immediately said, "Kiss me, Daddy."

When he kissed her, he also put his hands on her butt but this time he pulled her against him and ground his prick against the zipper of her jeans. It was also a long kiss and, by the end of it, he detected the hint of pressure coming from her. He backed off to let her breathe.

"I don't think that's supposed to be part of kissing, Daddy," she panted, gently. She didn't pull her loins away from his, though.

"When you demanded to be kissed like that, it encouraged me to be bold," he said. "You were eager for intimate touch and that made me eager, too."

"Is that why you got hard?" she asked, still moving slowly in time with the music.

"I got hard because kissing is foreplay. Do you know what foreplay is?"

"It's making out, right?" she said.

"It is more than making out. If you break down the word you get fore, which means before, and play, the meaning of which is pretty clear. It is playing around before the main event. Foreplay gets both people excited and prepares them to have sex."

"We're not going to have sex, Daddy," she said, still rubbing her lower body against his.

"No, but foreplay still affects people, even when sex isn't on the table. Foreplay is how a couple slowly gets closer and closer to wanting to have sex, until, at some point they decide to have sex."

"All I know is this feels good," she said.

"It's supposed to feel good. What would you do if, while you were dancing with a boy, he did what I'm doing to you right now?" He pulled her against him and made sure his stiff cock lump rubbed between her legs.

"I'd slap him and yell at him."

"You haven't slapped me," he pointed out. "You're not screaming, either."

"That's different," she said, letting him keep rubbing. "You're my Daddy. I love you."

"So if you like the boy, you might not slap him?"

"I don't know," she groaned. "All I know is I love this. Kiss me again before Emma barges in."

* * * * * *

Nobody liked the tag team approach the girls had decided on. After about twenty minutes of this Julie, who had been sitting in one of the overstuffed chairs, just watching, suggested that they carve the rest of the night up into half hour segments.

"What do we do when it's not our turn?" asked Emma.

"You can watch, or you can talk to me about how you feel," said their mother. "Or you could read, I suppose."

It happened to be Beth's turn when the half-hour idea went into effect. Emma tried to claim the first half hour but Beth was having none of it.

Bob and Beth danced some more and she asked, "Okay, so you grabbed my butt and rubbed your thing against me. What else will guys do?"

That's when Bob's hands began to wander as they kissed. He touched her breasts and her response was positive. She arched her chest into his hand. When that kiss broke he kept stroking the breast.

"If you let a boy do this, he'll want more," said Bob, trying to find her nipple through the tight, confining material of the sports bra. He could feel a bump, but he couldn't squeeze it.

"Like what?" she asked.

"Like this," he said, moving his hand like a snake and shoving it between her legs. He rubbed the tight denim there.

"Oof!" she said, standing up on her toes. "That's very naughty, Daddy!"

"You're still not slapping me, Baby," he said, as his hand continued to move.

"I'd slap any other man or boy who did that to me," she breathed. "But not you."

He took her to the couch and laid them down. They got to kiss for another twenty minutes, during which Bob continued to rub and touch her young body, getting her hotter and hotter.

They were broken up by an anxious Emma, who plopped down on the couch with her father as soon as Beth vacated.

"I don't want to dance," she breathed. "I want you to do to me what you were doing to her."

She got the same long, hot kisses, and when his hand mauled her breast and rubbed her crotch her "Mmmm"s made it clear she didn't want him to stop.

Meanwhile Beth was cuddling with her mother, sitting on her lap in the big chair, talking softly.

"How did that make you feel?" asked Julie.

"It was so different," said Beth. "I loved it."

"That's the danger, Baby. When you love it like that it begins to erode your self-control."

"Daddy called it foreplay," said Beth.

"It is foreplay and Mother Nature encourages it, so you'll want to mate."

"That's what he said, too," sighed the girl. "It made me want to touch myself."

"Well, when you go on dates, one of the things you need to learn is how to resist getting too excited. You can always touch yourself afterwards," said Julie.

"I don't want to mate," said Beth, "but I really like how it feels when he touches me."

"Do you feel like you're learning anything?" asked Julie.

"Yeah."

"What have you learned, so far?"

"I've learned that if I like the guy doing that to me it's going to make me want to do more."

"Good," said Julie. "That's an important lesson to learn."

When Emma's half hour was up she was breathing hard.

"Time to change clothes," Julie announced.

"I don't understand why we're doing that," said Emma.

"You will," Julie predicted.

* * * * * *

Bob wanted to jack off while they were upstairs, but he didn't. He suspected that his hard phallus was an important part of all this, at least in Julie's mind.

When they got back they were dressed in skirts and nice button up blouses.

"Begin by dancing again," Julie said to the room.

It was Beth's turn and, as soon as they embraced to dance Bob realized that Julie had told them not to put bras on. His hands slid across Beth's back and he murmured, "Mmm, no bra."

"Mom said to dress this way," said Beth. "She said this is how we'll dress if we like the guy we're going out with."

Bob's hands slid down to her ass. Boldly, he put his hands under her skirt and lifted them to squeeze her panty-covered ass.

"You have a great ass, Baby," he said.

"Thank you?" She pushed her loins against his again.

They kissed and he abandoned her ass to pull the bottom of her blouse out of the waist band of the skirt and rub the naked skin of her back. When the kiss broke he looked in her eyes and slid both hands around to the front of her body. She hissed as his rough hands moved across her naked breasts.

"Guys will want to do this," he said.

"You've never touched me like that," she moaned.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No. Does that make me a slut?"

"Of course not. Your breasts were made to feed babies, but they are also an erogenous zone. During foreplay the breasts are very important."

He found her nipples, which were already stiff, and pinched them, gently.

"This is probably making you feel things elsewhere," he said, softly.

"It is," she panted. "It's weird because I feel it all over, especially …" She didn't finish. Bob was now fully engaged in this "teaching moment" and he abandoned her breasts to slide one hand down over her abdomen, over the outside of her skirt, to her bare leg. He then slid his hand up until he cupped her warm, swollen pussy.

"You feel it right here?" he suggested, squeezing her vulva.

"Ohhh, yeah," she groaned, as she lifted one leg to give him more room.

He took her to the couch again and by the time Emma impatiently said it was her turn he'd gotten Beth's blouse unbuttoned and had rubbed her pussy almost to the point of orgasm. By pure force of will he had kept his hand outside her panties and had resisted sucking on one of her pink, turgid nipples.

"Go away," groaned Beth when Emma interrupted.

"It's her turn," said Bob, giving Beth a warm, but short, kiss on the lips.

"This sucks!" snarled Beth as she struggled up. Her blouse was open in the front and she did nothing to repair that as she stomped over to the chair her mother was still sitting in.

"Having fun?" asked Julie, as Beth sat on her lap again.

"I was," pouted the girl.

"You were letting him do whatever he wanted," said Julie. "How do you feel now, compared to how you were feeling then?"

"I'm mad, now," admitted Beth.

"So taking a little break cooled things off?"

"I didn't want to cool things off," said Beth.

"If you don't cool things off, that's when it can get out of control," said Julie, softly.

"I don't like cooling things off," complained Beth.

"Cooling things off prevents you from having a swollen belly," counseled Julie.

Beth looked at her mother and, because she had cooled down, she was able to think about things more clearly.

"You're right," she sighed. "I would have let him do anything he wanted to do."

"He actually took it easy on you," said Julie.

"It sure didn't feel like he was taking it easy on me."

"Well, he was. You might find that out later. If you do, just remember you can always call a little halt to things and cool off."

Beth looked over at her father and Emma. She gasped.

"I see what you mean!" she blurted.

Julie looked to see Bob sucking on one of Emma's nipples. His hand was under her skirt, which had been dragged up and was lying on her stomach. They could clearly see his hand inside her panties, moving vigorously. Emma was writhing and moaning beside him.

"She's gonna cum!" gasped Beth. "She always makes that sound when she's about to cum."

"She's letting him go too far," whispered Julie. "If she cums, he could take advantage of that."

"How?" asked Beth, who was staring at her sister.

"He could get her naked and get on top of her," said Julie.

"Dadeeee," whined Emma, loudly.

"You want me to stop, Baby?" he asked, his voice husky.

"Nooo," she moaned.

"See?" said Julie, hugging Beth. "She's letting things get out of control."

"Will he … do that to her?" whimpered Beth.

"I don't think so," said Julie. "He has much better control than she does."

As if to confirm his wife's comment, Bob suddenly pulled his hand out of the girl's panties and grunted as he twisted and pulled, until she was on top of him. They kept kissing as she spread her legs and, by instinct, moved to rub the gusset of her panties against his bulge. Her hips began a frantic movement as she masturbated against his lump. She lifted her head and whined, looking up at nothing as her eyes closed.

"It's going to happen," Beth predicted.

It did. Emma was finally able to control things to the point that she rubbed one out. With an anguished groan she froze and then her hips jerked, spastically, as the orgasm that had been hovering finally crashed into her.

"She's definitely cumming," said Beth.

"Are you jealous?"

"Not really," said Beth. "You're right. Taking a break calmed me down."

"That's good," said Julie.

"Besides, I know I can always do that later," said her teenage daughter.

* * * * * *

Bob sat up and put Emma on his lap as she caught her breath and relaxed.

"That was crazy," she sighed, leaning against her father.

"You let me get away with a lot," he said.

"I know, but it was so much fun I couldn't stop."

"If you'd been with some random boy he could have gotten a lot farther," said Bob.

"Did you want to?" she asked.

"I did, Sweetheart," he admitted.

"But you didn't actually do it," she said.

"No. That's over the line. And even if it wasn't I don't think you're really ready for that," he sighed.

"You're still hard," she said, wiggling against his erection.

"Your mother will take care of that," he said.

Chapter Three

It was Bob who called a halt to the festivities, but neither girl objected. They went to their room, blouses still hanging open and teenage breasts still on display. Julie took her husband's hand and pulled him toward their bedroom.

"You okay?" she asked, softly.

"No, I am not," he said.

"I'll help you," she said.

"Good." He pulled her against him and kissed her like he had been kissing her daughters.

Fifteen minutes later he was on his back, in bed, and Julie was riding him. She leaned down to dangle a stiff nipple over his lips and he sucked it.

"Do they feel different in your mouth?" she panted.

"I only did this to Emma," he reminded her.

"You'll get to do it to Beth, too."

"I love you," he said, sucking again.

"I know," she said. "That's why this does not threaten me."

She sat up and her hips started jerking.

"Did you want to do this with Emma?" she asked.

"Don't ask me that," he groaned.

"I know you did," she said. "I could tell. Just like Beth could tell when Emma was about to climax."

"I don't want to talk about them," he said. "I want to make love to my wife."

He pulled her down and hugged her as he rolled them over. He almost came out of her but then powered back in. She spread her legs and flopped her arms out top the sides, making herself open and vulnerable to him.

He pounded her, then, long-dicking her until, with a groan, he pushed deep and finally let his passion flow through his prick and into his lover.

"Ohhh, Julie," he groaned, as he finally found release.

"Good boy," she said, stroking his back.

As he fell to lie beside her she rolled to lay one arm and leg across his body.

"They're going to want this, too," she breathed.

"Sweetheart, I want to think about you when I do this," he groaned, "not them."

"You're sweet, but I'm not jealous. I love you and I love them. They loved what happened tonight and they were safe."

"What do you want?" he sighed.

"When the time comes – and it will, Honey – all I ask is that you cum in me, instead of them."

"That's going to get pretty kinky," he said.

"It won't be, to them," she said. She kissed his shoulder. "By then they'll be used to it. They're learning valuable lessons."

"How do you know?" he asked. "Emma didn't seem to learn anything. The first thing she said to me was, 'Do what you did to Beth!' and she unbuttoned her blouse, herself. She also pushed my hand inside her panties!"

"They're talking about it in their room," said Julie. "They're discussing it and coming to conclusions. They're thinking about all this, and a woman who can think when she's excited is more likely to make better decisions than a woman who throws caution to the wind and just revels in what she's feeling."

"And yet you say I'll eventually fuck them!" he gasped.

She stroked his chest and kissed his shoulder again.

"That will be because they've thought about it and decided they want that," said Julie.

"How can you be so sure?" he groaned.

"Because I know my daughters," she said.

She moved her face down until she was on all fours, with her face above the penis that had just ejaculated inside her. She picked up the limp thing between her thumb and pointer finger.

"I also know you," she said. She sucked him into her mouth, pulling hard. She cradled his balls in one hand and, within ten minutes had him standing tall again. She mounted him as she had before and leaned forward to put her hands on his chest.

"My turn," she said, aping her daughters.

She moved, leaning forward to drag her clit over his bumpy shaft.

"I know you," she panted, repeating herself. "And I don't want you to feel bad when you do this with them. They love you and you love them. I want their first time to be free of guilt and with someone who loves them and cares more about their pleasure than his own."

"Whatever you say, Dear," he said, reaching for her breasts. He knew that squeezing and pulling on her fat nipples would help her cum.

As her internal muscles tensed and fluttered, and she whined her way through her own orgasm, Bob wondered if pulling on his daughter's nipples would have the same effect.

* * * * * *

In their bedroom, the twins were, indeed, discussing what had happened that evening. They were comparing notes and Beth was eager to find out what Emma's reaction had been to having her nipples sucked and having Daddy's hand in her panties.

"It was crazy," said Emma, who was fingering her pussy as they talked. "When he sucked on my nipples I thought I was going to pee! I got so crazy that I pushed his hand inside my panties! I did that!"

"Did he do what you're doing now?" asked Beth, who was also rubbing her own button.

"Not exactly," said Emma. "He didn't put his finger inside me. I wanted him to, but he didn't."

"Did you tell him to?"

"Noooo. It was like I couldn't talk. It felt so good I didn't want to say something and make it change."

"So, what did he do?" asked Beth.

"He rubbed, like this." Emma spread her legs wider and, with three fingers, rubbed up and down her pussy lips. She did it fast. "I've never done it like that. Oooo, I'm gonna cum again, Bethy!"

Beth slid two of her fingers up inside her cunny and copied the movement her sister was doing, sliding her fingers in and out of her quim.

Emma went off first, but Beth was right behind her. They came hard and then, in the aftermath, rolled together to cuddle like they had cuddled hundreds of times before. They had cuddled naked before, but it felt different, somehow, this time. Their faces met and their lips brushed. The next thing they knew they were kissing. They had also kissed before, but those had been relatively chaste kisses. Now they Frenched and writhed against each other. Finally they calmed and then talked with their lips inches apart.

"Did you cum as good this time as you did with Daddy?" panted Beth.

"No. It was a good one, but the one with Daddy made me think I was going to pass out."

"He didn't finish you with his fingers," Beth pointed out.

"No, but rubbing on his hard cock was just as good," whispered Emma.

"I wanna do that," moaned Beth.

"You'll get to. I have a feeling he'll do anything we tell him to do."

"Mom says he's gonna fuck us," whispered Beth.

"Well, if it feels as good as tonight, I'll let him," moaned Emma.

"Really?!" squealed Beth.

"Oh, yeah," sighed Emma. "If it feels that good I'll let him."

"Oh man," groaned Beth. "I can't wait until next Friday night."

"Well, you have to," said Emma. "Wanna lick?"

What she was referring to was the thing they had done only a few times before this. They had often masturbated together but at one sleepover they had seen something that changed their lives. Two of the girls had slept together. They were best friends, so nobody thought it was kinky. This group of girls had also rubbed off together. In the middle of the night Beth had awakened to a sound she couldn't quite identify. When she raised her heads she saw the two best friends with their heads reversed. Tanya was lying on top of Crystal and their legs were spread. Tanya's head was between Crystal's thighs and Crystal's head was between Tanya's thighs. There were wet, slurping sounds coming from the couple. Beth woke her sister and they watched as Tanya and Crystal had orgasms before changing back to normal positions. They fell asleep kissing.

It had been a month before the twins, fired up by a movie they saw, tried it themselves. They had liked it, but they couldn't cum that way. It gave them a feeling of special closeness but it hadn't become routine. They saved that for special occasions.

Now, even after having orgasms, they wanted more.

They sucked each other's pussies for almost an hour, but neither could cum.

Both finished off rubbing like their Daddy had rubbed Emma.

Then they finally fell asleep.

* * * * * *

There was a subtle shift in the dynamic of the household after that. Saturday, when the girls got up their parents were in the kitchen, eating breakfast. Emma sat on Bob's lap and kissed him good morning, while Beth, on impulse, did the same thing to her mother. It was the first time one of them had kissed Julie with that much passion, or for that long, and she returned Beth's passion with some of her own. Then the girls switched and kissed again.

Sitting down, they said in tandem, "We're starving!" and, just like that, everything was normal.

Throughout the rest of the week Bob got frequent kisses, with tongue. He'd always gotten hugs and pecks. Now he got lingering hugs and hot kisses.

Then something happened that made the girls unhappy.

They started their periods.

Their cycles were synced, and they both needed a tampon the same day. They knew they'd flow for four days or so, and they started on Wednesday. They went to their mother, unhappy.

"We can't have game night if we're bleeding," moaned Beth.

"Of course we can," said Julie. "We'll just have to adapt."

"How can we adapt? Daddy's not going to want to touch us with tampons in," said Beth.

"And it would be even worse if we take them out," moaned Emma.

"Well, then, you'll just have to learn how to touch Daddy," said Julie. "He's been taking care of you. It's time for you to learn how to take care of him."

"You mean … jerk him off?"

"I mean male anatomy. There's much more to learn than just jerking him off."

"Okay," said the girls, together. "Maybe that will be fun."

"Trust me, girls, your lives will never be the same after you learn how to make a penis sing."

* * * * * *

Julie warned him, of course.

"Don't jack off between now and Friday night," she said, as they got in bed that night. "And I'm afraid I have to cut you off until then, too."

"What did I do wrong?" he whined, in mock complaint.

"Nothing," she said. She explained the situation. "You're going to need to be able to cum twice that night, maybe more."

"Thanks to your libido, that shouldn't be a problem," he bragged.

"We'll see," she said.

He hadn't planned on fucking Julie, but as soon as she cut him off that's all he could think about. As a result, when Friday got there, he was rarin' to go.

So were the girls.

After supper, while the girls were washing the dishes, Bob stripped down and took a shower. Then he put on a robe and went to the living room, where he sat on the couch in the middle.

The girls arrived dressed in jeans and T shirts again. Julie was the last one there and she laid a tube on the end table beside the chair she'd sat in the previous game night.

"What's that?" asked Beth.

"I'll show you later. Ready to study anatomy?"

"Yes!" squealed the girls, together.

Julie moved and stood in front of Bob while a daughter got on either side of him. He undid the tie on his robe and pulled it apart.

"He's not hard!" Emma said, complaint loud in her voice.

"He'll get that way," said Julie. "That's part of the process. Here is how that works."

She then explained about the mechanism by which a penis gets hard. She told the girls to touch the soft penis and move it around, even pulling it to stretch it out.

"This is so cool!" sighed Beth. "I wish I had one of these."

"You do, actually. We'll talk about that next week."

"I do not have a penis, Mom," said Beth, firmly.

"As I said, we'll talk about that next week. This week is for learning about boy penises."

"It's changing!" said Emma.

Slowly, Bob's penis lengthened and thickened until it was standing up from his lap, as hard as rock.

That's just crazy," said Emma. "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes I would never have believed it!"

"Did we do that?" asked Beth.

"You did," said Bob. "And this isn't the first time you've made a penis hard. I'd bet lots and lots of money that you've made penises at school hard every day, and that when some of those boys go home and think about you, their penises get hard then, too."

"You're so silly, Daddy," laughed Beth. "Nobody's ever gotten a boner because of us; Carly Richardson, maybe, or Shelley Green, but not us."

"I've never gotten a hardon over Carly Richardson or Shelley Green," said Bob. "I've gotten dozens because of you two, though, so I know there are men out there who think about you the same way I do."

"How do you think about us?" giggled Beth, trying to tease him.

"Naked, in bed, and ready to make love," he said.

Both girls blinked and looked at each other. He saw them swallow. Then they both grasped his boner and squeezed it.

"This would never fit," said Emma, her voice low.

"Maybe we'll find out some day," said Julie, her voice airy. "Right now, though, since your father can't do that with you, you need to take the starch out of his handsome penis and make it nice and soft again."

"Teach us!" said the girls, together. One was looking at Bob and the other was looking at their mother.

* * * * * *

"First of all," said Julie, as she got down on her knees and made Bob spread his knees even farther, "you'll need to take turns. Your father is big enough to satisfy me, but he's not long enough for both of you to hold him at the same time and do what you're going to need to do to make him satisfied."

"Awww," complained the girls as Julie brushed their hands aside and replaced them with her own.

"Now, let's talk about his foreskin," said Julie, ignoring them. "That is this little collar of skin at the tip." She pointed with a finger of her other hand. "Watch as I move my hand down."

"That's so weird!" exclaimed Beth as the skin thinned and then seemed to disappear. "Where did it go?"

"It stretched and now it's part of the shaft," explained Julie. "Keep watching." She moved her hand back up until she had pushed his foreskin into a wrinkled circle.

"Wow," said Emma.

"His foreskin is very important, because as you move it back and forth it slides over that bulge at the tip. It's called the glans." She retracted the foreskin again and circled his glans with a fingertip of her other hand. "It's very sensitive and it feels really good to him. It's a little like rubbing your clitoris. You know how good that feels, right?"

"Uh huh," said Emma. Her reticence at admitting to their parents that they masturbated had slipped away, somehow.

"Okay, so, just like when you're rubbing your clitoris, you like to start slow and then go faster and faster," said Julie. "That's what you're going to do to his penis." She increased her speed and Bob sighed.

"Do you like that, Daddy?" asked Beth.

"Very much," he said.

"Okay now you try it, Emma."

"Why does she always get to go first?" complained Beth.

"Because somebody has to go first. Would you rather tonight be Emma's turn and next Friday night be yours?"

"No, Mamma," moaned Beth.

"You'll get your turn. Both of you are going to make him spurt tonight."

"Okaaay," said Beth.

Emma reached and did what she'd seen her mother do.

"It feels so hard, except it's soft at the same time," she cooed. "This is so cool!"

"Now, you also know that you have to rub your clit just the right way to get an orgasm," said Julie. "He's the same way, so you need to talk to him and ask him what he likes, how hard to hold him, and how fast to go."

Emma worked at it, asking questions and receiving information, but her inexperience couldn't quite get him there. He was fired up, which Julie could tell, but she also knew what it took to stroke him to completion like this. She had done it many times over the years.

"Let Beth try for a while," she suggested.

"Whew!" said Emma, letting go. "That's a lot of work."

"It can be, but once you get to know the man you're doing this for it will come much quicker."

"But we already know Daddy," said Beth, who had grabbed on and was whaling away at her father's cock.

"Yes, but not everything about him. Every penis is different and it takes just the right way of touching it to make it spurt. That's why I usually use … um … other methods."

"What other methods?" asked Emma. "Beth is doing the same thing I did. I don't think it's going to work."

"Beth, Honey," gasped Bob. "You're almost there. Squeeze it just a little harder and run your hand all the way to the tip."

Beth did as he instructed, biting her lower lip.

"Slow down just a smidgeon," he groaned.

She did.

"Just like that!" he gasped. "Ohhh, baby, you're gonna do it!"

She kept going, unaware that the thing in her hand was about to erupt. When it did, the first shot went almost straight up and then fell to cover her hand with his warm spend.

"Oh!" she yipped, but didn't let go. More jets came out, one going towards his face as her hand moved his organ, and the others jumping left and right. Each stream was a little shorter until all his penis did was ooze.

"It's getting soft!" squealed Beth. "I can feel it getting softer." She lifted her hand, abandoning the shrinking thing and looked closely at the cum that made a sheen all over her skin there.

"Taste it," Julie suggested.

"No way!" gasped Beth.

Julie reached for her hand and licked it. She smacked her lips and swallowed loudly.

"Your father's cum is delicious. I love it. I think you'd love it, too."

"But it came from that!" Beth pointed.

Emma reached for Beth's hand and licked it like her mother had. Her mouth opened wide and her hands fluttered like chicken wings. Then, almost like a melting candle, she relaxed. Her mouth closed and her face scrunched up. That, too, relaxed as her eyes widened and she, like her mother had, swallowed.

"That's not bad at all," she said. "I didn't think I'd like it, but it's kind of … I don't know … it's different. I mean I can't think of anything that tastes like that. You're right, Mom. It's good."

Beth brought her hand close to her eyes.

"I don't know," she said, doubtfully.

Emma reached for the hand again and licked it clean, eagerly lapping up her father's essence. Then she stopped.

"Wait. That's his sperm, right? I'm getting it inside me. Is it going to make me pregnant?"

"No," said Julie, smiling. "It would have to get in a different orifice for you to worry about that. Swallowing it is perfectly safe."

"You knew that, dummy," said Beth. "We learned that in sex ed. Jeesh, Em."

"I was excited and I forgot," said Emma. "Is there more?"

"There are some spots on his stomach and chest," Julie said.

Emma eagerly scrambled onto her hands and knees, looking for and sucking up any deposits she could find.

"I'm sorry," said Beth. "I just can't do that."

"That's fine, Sweetheart," said Julie. "You made him cum and now he's happy. It doesn't matter if you taste him or not. Again, you get to make those decisions."

"So how come I could make him cum and Emma couldn't?"

"It's all a matter of touch. Remember when he said to squeeze harder and slow down and run your hand over the tip? That's what he needed and you did it just right. Next time you'll remember that and fine tune your technique even better. And, when you're out on a date, if you have to do that to protect yourself by doing that to a boy, it will be easier. Young men aren't as picky about this as an older man is. If you have to do that for a boy he'll probably cum within the first minute."

"How do you know all this?" asked Beth.

"I was your age once upon a time," said Julie. "I've been through all this. I didn't have a teacher to help me, though, and it was hard sometimes. We're trying to make it easier for you girls."

They turned to see Emma, still on her hands and knees, kissing her father.

"If you want him to get hard again, that's a good way to do it," whispered Julie. "It's a little soon, yet, but in half an hour or so we'll get him hard for Emma to try again."

* * * * * *

Beth wanted to kiss her father, too, and it was that way, inadvertently, that she got a hint of the taste she had refused to indulge in. Emma had deposited some of his sperm in his mouth when she kissed him and Beth tasted that when he stuck his tongue in her mouth.

"You taste different," she said, lifting her head and licking her lips.

Bob knew what had happened because he had tasted himself on his daughter's lips and tongue. He didn't normally try to do that, but he didn't push her away.

"Your sister tasted my cum and then kissed me. Now my mouth tastes like my cum," he said. "Not much, but a little bit."

"Wow!" said Beth. "It's musky."

"His semen has lots of different tastes in it," said Julie. "Sometimes I get it straight from the horse's mouth and I swirl it around in my mouth and taste five or six different things."

"Horse's mouth?" Beth frowned.

"She sucks his penis," said Emma in a stage whisper. "Jeesh, Bee." She was obviously referring to Beth's earlier comments about Emma's lack of awareness of the obvious. This was her way of digging back.

"You take that back!" said Beth, but not for the reason Emma thought she did. "You take it back right now! Our mom is not a cocksucker!" Beth turned to her mother. "She didn't mean it, Mommy. We know you're not that kind of … um … girl."

"Come here," said Julie, opening her arms. When Beth was enfolded in them she said, "I am a cocksucker, Honey, but there's nothing wrong with that. I suck your father's cock and I love doing it. Your friends at school try to make it something dirty, but it's not. I love Bob and I love doing anything for him that will give him pleasure. So don't be mad at your sister. Okay?"

"But Mom," moaned Beth. "He pees out of that!"

"Just like you pee from your urethra, just inside your vagina," said Julie. "We've already discussed how sometimes, it's nice to have that area touched with someone's mouth."

"Oh!" Beth stiffened as she remembered the previous Friday night, when she and her sister had done just that. "I didn't think of that."

"And he took a shower tonight, just before we stared game night," said Julie, "so his penis would be nice and clean for you."

"You mean he hoped we'd do that … put our mouths on him?" squeaked Beth.

"Any man will hope you'll do that, and if your hand doesn't work then your mouth definitely will. After all, the whole idea is to keep it limp so he won't insist on putting it in your pussy and making a baby in you."

"Daddy would never do that," said Beth, with some certainty in her voice.

"No, but some other man you date might," said Julie.

"Well, if I ever have to do that," said Emma, "I'd rather it be with Daddy than some stranger."

"Which one?" asked Beth. "The sucking his penis part or the having his baby part?"

Julie gasped.

"Both, I guess," said Emma, who was playing with Bob's penis again.

She blinked as her mother gasped again and looked confused as she realized what she'd just said. Then she looked at Beth.

"You wanna try and get him hard again? Maybe you can help me make him shoot this time."

Chapter Four

Julie felt like she'd pushed the envelope enough, in terms of talking to her daughters about giving a man a blow job. She hadn't meant for that to come up quite this soon. She crawled onto the bed, still fully clothed, and lay down next to her husband.

"How you doing?" she asked.

"Me? Gee, let's see. My daughters just jerked me off and I was afraid my balls were going to shoot out of my cock. Now the one who actually tasted my semen and said she likes it is playing with me again. That's the one, by the way, who just said she'd rather have my baby than some other man's. How do you think I feel?"

"I didn't mean I want to have your baby," said Emma, as her hand squeezed his dick and pulled at it. "I just meant if I did get pregnant I'd rather it be yours than some strange man's"

"Emma," said Bob, his voice strident. "You're not going to have anybody's baby for at least ten years! Is that clear?"

Emma did the math.

"So not until I'm twenty-eight? Okay. That sounds reasonable. I should be through college by then."

"Good!" said Bob.

Julie reflected on the fact that Emma had not said that, when she was 25, she'd have some other man's baby and definitely not her father's. She leaned in to whisper in her husband's ear.

"Lots of girls go through a phase where they want to marry their daddy. It's no big deal."

"I think they're usually a lot younger when they hit that phase," said Bob.

"What?" asked Emma.

"Nothing," said Bob. "I was talking to your mother."

"Oh." She looked at Beth again, who was standing and watching. "C'mon! Help me get him stiff again. I want to make him shoot like you did."

"I think I need to reassert my wifely claims," whispered Julie. She got up and crawled off the bed.

"Stand aside, ladies," she said, her voice stern. "I'll get him stiff for you, but then you have to let him rest."

Emma backed off and both girls gasped as their mother leaned down and captured Bob's cock in her mouth. She sucked everything but his balls into her oral cavity and then her cheeks made a rhythmic in and out motion that made it clear she was sucking.

"She really is a cocksucker," whispered Emma.

"Ohhh, yeah, Baby. Just like that. Oh, I love you, Julie."

Both girls came to peer at their mother's face from a foot away.

Julie kept sucking and pulled upwards, revealing a mostly stiff shaft. When she got to the top she grasped that shaft with her hand and peeled his foreskin back. Once the knob was revealed, she clamped her lips behind the crown and then sucked more gently, but also a little faster.

"Ohhh man, Julie, you're killing me," groaned Bob.

The woman pulled off of him and looked right and left, at Beth and Emma, in that order.

"I'm not really killing him. He just likes this a lot. I do, too. He feels good in my mouth. Of course you don't have to do this, but I thought I'd show it to you so you know how to if you ever need to."

"I still can't believe you're doing that," moaned Beth.

"Why not, Honey? He likes it. I like it. Why in the world shouldn't I do it?" She kissed the tip with loose lips. "Besides, as you can clearly see, it does wonders in terms of getting him hard again."

She leaned back, still holding Bob's cock in her hand. She ran her thumb over the tip, smearing the precum that was already there. She looked at Beth.

"You ready to try it again?" She let go of the only penis in the room.

"I will," Beth volunteered.

"No!" said Emma, with renewed strength in her voice. "You had your turn. Now it's mine!"

"Take it easy," said Beth. "I'll only do it if you don't want to."

"Well I do want to, so back off!"

"We could wait until next week if you want to," said Julie, giving her daughter an easy way out.

"I don't want to wait. I just want people to leave me alone so I can figure all this out!" snapped Emma.

"Right," said Julie. She stood and pulled Beth with her, several steps backward, leaving Emma and Bob more or less alone.

"I want to do this," said Emma to her father. "Will you please help me?"

"Sure, Baby," said Bob, still panting gently. "I'll try to give you better instructions. Last time your hand just felt so good I didn't really want it to end, but I'll try harder this time."

"Okay," she said.

She gripped him and started stroking.

He did try to give her more detailed information, talking about how grip and speed were really important to him, but probably wouldn't be to a man she was dating.

"Not that I want you to do this with men," he said. "You have to wait until you're 28 to have babies, too."

"I'm not waiting until I'm 28 to have sex, Daddy," Emma surprised him. "I'll wait until I'm a junior in college, though, okay?"

"I can live with that," he sighed.

"Is talking while I do this wrong?" she asked. "It feels weird to just jerk it around and not say anything."

"Talking is fine, as long as it's not about how the stock market is doing," he said.

"Stock market?"

"That was just an example. If you're doing this you can also tease a man with your voice."

"How?" she asked. Her hand was now going up far enough to close over his knob, as he had suggested she do.

"You tell him what else you want to do with his penis," panted Bob.

"What else do you mean?" she asked. "Oh, like sucking on it?"

"Yeah, you could tell him that someday you might do that, or let him put it in you, except I don't want you saying that. You could just say how much you like it, and how handsome he is and stuff like that. Keep going. You're almost there."

Emma switched hands and proved she was ambidextrous. Then she leaned her face down next to his. Julie and Beth thought she was going to kiss him, but she didn't. Instead she looked into his eyes.

"If I ever let somebody pop my cherry it will be you, Daddy," she whispered. She saw his eyes widen and his breathing changed rapidly. "Cum for me, Daddy. I want to see your handsome penis make a mess."

She had learned her lessons perfectly. Bob groaned, said, "Ohhhh Em," and then his hips lifted. Emma leaned back to rest on her knees and felt like she'd just won a gold medal at the Olympics as a rope of white leapt up into the air. She didn't even mind that Beth rushed to kneel beside her, holding her open hands out as if to catch some. Emma even leaned his cock towards her sister, who changed the position of her hands so that his next shot hit the palm of one hand and dripped into the palm of the other. She had a little pool of milky cum in the lower hand when Bob's penis ran out of anything to give.

Beth felt a strange twisting in her stomach as Emma lifted her hand to her face and sucked at the pool of cum in it.

That twisting wasn't from disgust or rebellion at the thought of that getting in her mouth, though. To her surprise, it was quite the opposite. She wasn't quite to the point where she wanted to sip at that fluid directly, but the idea of tasting it didn't bother her at all.

"Get some in your mouth and kiss me," she urged her sister.

Emma sucked up the rest and swirled it around in her mouth. Then the sisters kissed passionately, shocking both Bob and Julie, even though they believed their daughters had done this in the past. Seeing is different than believing, though. Bob felt an ache in his balls as he saw the girls swirling their tongues together. Julie was reminded of the sweet kisses she had traded with Denise Showalter, back in college. Denise had never had semen in her mouth when they kissed, but that really wasn't the point. She had loved kissing Denise. What had saved the day was that she kept wishing Denise had a penis.

* * * * * *

"Bedtime," said Julie, her voice a little shaky, as the girls finally leaned apart, still licking their lips. "Kiss your father good night," she added, by habit.

Bob got to faintly taste his cum again, this time from both girls, as they kissed him on the lips and told him how much they loved him. He replied in kind and they scampered out of the bedroom. Julie reclined next to him again.

"Well that was a little different than I expected," she said. "You still okay?"

"I'm not sure I'll ever be okay again," he sighed.

"You'll be fine. Just a few more lessons and then we'll turn them loose on men."

"I don't know," he said. "They like this entirely too much."

"With you, but I don't think they'll go wild. You might have to cool them down after a date, once in a while. I've been thinking that, when they first go out, it should be both of them with one man."

"At the same time?" Bob's eyebrows arched.

"Yes. There's safety in numbers," said Julie.

"Not for the man," said Bob. "If both of them are working on him and kissing him, he'll shoot in his pants for sure."

"So much the better," said Julie. "Is there any left for me?"

"Not tonight, Honey," he said. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. You can be a pussy-sucker. It's not fair that there is no derogatory term for a guy who goes down on women. There should be one. Pussy-sucker just sounds silly."

"I suspect that your feminine ancestors didn't want people thinking about that aspect of their sexual lives. If you don't draw attention to it, then you can get your man to do it more easily."

"Do you think my grandmother and great grandmother and so on did that?"

"I've seen very old photographs, from back in the early eighteenth century where that's exactly what was going on. Both ways. I've seen pictures of women in fancy old gowns sucking a guy in coat and tails with a top hat on, and I've seen pictures of women with their hoop skirts pulled up with a man's head firmly between her thighs."

"I didn't know you look at porn," teased Julie.

"All men look at porn," he said. "It's just how we're built."

"Will you be a pussy-sucker tonight?" she asked.

"Of course I will," he said. "How many orgasms do you want?"

"Just one should do, but we'll see when the time comes."

* * * * * *

In their room the girls were getting ready for bed. They had just changed tampons when Beth said, "You know how we fell asleep in bed together last week?"

"Yeah?"

"Sleeping naked like that felt really good. I think I'm gonna leave my jammies off tonight."

"Wanna sleep together again tonight?" asked Emma.

"Yeah, I think I do."

It was obvious there would be no licking that night.

But neither girl cared about that.

It just felt good to cuddle with another warm body as they fell asleep.

"I can't believe how good his cum tastes," said Beth.

"I can. Next week I'm gonna see if they'll let me do what Mom did."

"You mean suck it?"

"Yeah."

"He shoots a lot," Beth pointed out. "You could never fit it all in your mouth."

"I could get it in my mouth and kiss you, like tonight."

"Yeah, I think we kind of freaked them out," said Beth. "He cums too fast to do that, I think. While we were kissing he'd be shooting."

"Then we could both be there when he cums, and I get the first mouthful and you get the second while I swallow and so on."

"I love the taste, but there's just something about putting my mouth right on it that makes me feel weird."

"Let me try it first and then I'll tell you what it's like."

"Okay, but no promises."

Emma kissed Beth on the lips. It was a warm "I love you" kind of kiss, but not intended to get anyone's emotions fired up.

Ten minutes later they were asleep.

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