Chapter 20

Jamie sucked hard on the head of my cock while Kiersten licked my shaft. After a while, she nudged my daughter out of the way and took me into her mouth herself. They swapped me back and forth like that until I started to spurt. The first part of my load went in Jamie’s mouth, but she pulled off and jerked the rest of it onto her friend’s waiting tongue.

“Now swallow it,” Jamie gurgled. Kiersten got to her knees, an errant dollop hanging from her chin as she swallowed, licked her lips, and swallowed again.

“Wow,” was all she said.

“Congratulations, you gave your first blowjob, but you’re a messy eater,” Jamie giggled. Kiersten knelt motionless beside me, looking a little stunned, a grin on her face, a glob of my product on her chin, and a splatter on her one big tit.

“Huh?”

“There’s cum on your chin!”

“Where?” Kiersten asked, extending her tongue to search for it.

“Right here,” Jamie said, leaning over to wipe it off her friend’s face. “See?” she held up her messy finger.

“You know what I saw once online?” Kiersten asked. She pulled my daughter’s cum-smeared finger to her lips, and wiped them with it. Still holding it against her mouth, Kiersten leaned toward her friend until the finger was touching them both. Kiersten extended her tongue and delicately licked her side of it.

Jamie copied her actions, and inevitably, their tongues touched. They kissed like that for a while, almost innocently. Or as innocent as it can be when two naked teenagers, my daughter and her best friend, are licking cum-taste off each other’s lips and tongues. My cum-taste.

Kiersten said, “Remember when you asked me if I had done anything with my sister?”

“You have?” Jamie grinned.

“No, but I’ve thought about it, maybe more than I like to admit. Sometimes when I watch stuff online, I think I look at the girls as much as the guys. Does that make me a lesbian?” Kiersten asked.

“We just made Dad cum in your mouth, so I don’t think so. Did you like it?”

“Doing that with him? Yeah!” Kiersten giggled.

“Look,” my daughter said, pointing at the smear of semen on her perky breast. “I got that off your big boobies when we were kissing.”

“I like your breasts better, Jamie. They fit your body so well, not like my big knockers.”

“Are you kidding? Every girl in our class would kill to have boobs like yours! Why do you think we teased you back when we were kids? We saw how the guys looked at you, and then they’d look at us and smirk. Like, ‘When are you gonna grow some tits?’ We were all jealous.”

“Do yours feel different than mine?” Kiersten asked.

“I don’t know. Do they, Dad?”

“Hers are bigger, but maybe you should come here so I can compare,” I said, motioning to the girls to lie down next to me. We played and explored for a while, a naked teen on either side of me, a damp pussy rubbing each of my thighs.

“You’re hard again,” Kiersten said, running her fingers up and down my shaft.

“What do you expect?” Jamie laughed. “You’re playing with his dick!”

“I know, but it’s so cool.”

Jamie said, “I’ve been fascinated with his penis for a while, since it’s the only adult one I’ve seen, but now that I’ve done stuff with it, all I have to do is look at it and I start dripping. It’s like when your mouth waters when you smell your favorite food cooking.”

“You’re that wet too?” Kiersten asked.

“Pretty wet,” Jamie giggled, sitting up cross-legged on the bed. Her little petals glistened with moisture. “How wet do you get?”

“Soaked. See?” She spread her puffy lips apart to reveal an interior awash with juices. My tongue and cock battled in my brain for it, but my tongue won.

Jamie had her head between her friend’s knees before I did. “Can I look at it up close? It’s impossible to hold a mirror and get the light just right and all. Please?”

“I know what you mean. I’ve tried often enough,” Kiersten said.

As I watched, Jamie studied her friend’s wet virgin pussy. “Can I touch it?”

“I, ... I guess so.”

Jamie spread Kiersten’s puffy outer lips to look inside. “That’s so awesome,” she murmured, her breath making her friend grip the sheets. “Dad, does she taste like me?”