Perverted Daddy System

Chapter 149 - Twin job / blow - job / good job

I settle back into the couch, spread wide, my cock standing up slick with Hope's saliva, and let my hands fall from their shoulders to their asses.

They don't need to be told. Dana tucks in on my left, Gina on my right, squeezed against the couch on either side of me, their bodies angled toward mine, their eyes fixed on my cock, staring at it like it's something holy and terrifying all at once. Hope stays put between my legs, waiting, her mouth already working over my balls, tongue curling around each one in turn, her cheeks hollowing with every suck. Good girl. I reach down and ruffle her hair, and she looks up at me, eyes bright, waiting for orders.

I lean toward Dana, my hands still on their asses, and nibble her ear. She shivers, turning to face me, her eyes meeting mine — wide, wet, hopeful. "Watch Hope. Then you do the same."

She looks down at my balls, at Hope's mouth working there, her lips parted, fascinated in a way she can't quite hide. Then she looks at my cock again, close enough to kiss, and swallows. Nervous. But she doesn't look away. That's the important part — she wants this.

"Okay," she whispers, more to herself than to me. "Okay."

"You're not going to hurt it," I say, soft. "Just take the head first. Hold it in your mouth. Feel it. Careful with your teeth."

She hesitates a heartbeat. Then she leans in, mouth open, and takes just the crown between her lips. Her breath is hot on my shaft, her tongue flat against the underside, and the feel of her virgin mouth closing around me for the first time — Jesus. I hold still, letting her get used to it, watching her cheeks hollow as she finds the rhythm of it on her own. Her hands are fisted in her lap, knuckles white, the way a girl grips when she's concentrating with everything she has. Damn, I struck gold with these two. She will reach Katie's level in no time at all.

"Good. Now the tongue," I murmur. "Just a little, like Hope showed you."

She drags her tongue flat along the underside, experimenting, and when I groan she does it again, encouraged. Not only eager, but intuitive. More than I hoped for.

"Now pull back, and this time run your tongue along the bottom while you go."

She obeys, dragging her tongue up the underside of my cock as she pulls off, slow, clumsy, learning. A string of spit connects her lips to the head when she lets me go. She looks up at me for approval, cheeks burning, her eyes asking if she did it right.

"Good girl. Again. Deeper this time."

She takes me back in, deeper, her mouth stretching around my girth, a small noise in her throat as she works to take more. Her hands come up to grip the base, steadying herself, and she starts to move, slow, unsure, finding a rhythm. I can feel her focus — the way a girl concentrates when she wants to get something right, wants to please her daddy. I give her ass a squeeze, encouragement.

"That's it. Slowly. You've got it."

She hums around me at the praise, and the vibration travels straight down my spine. Meanwhile, I turn my head toward Gina and lean in, my lips finding hers.

"Come here, you little wildcat."

She leans in, and I kiss her, tongue sliding into her mouth, tasting her. She melts into it, moaning against my lips while her sister works my cock. One twin at my mouth, one at my dick — and I can't decide which is filthier. So I shut up and enjoy it.

My hands, already on their asses, squeeze and knead, then slide my fingers down their cracks — and both of them tense as my fingers find their assholes.

"Easy," I murmur against Gina's lips. "Just relax. Let daddy in."

I work my middle fingers against their tight rings, pressing, and one by one they give — a knuckle sliding into each of them, gentle, stirring. Dana's mouth goes slack around my cock at the feel of it, a moan vibrating up my shaft. Gina gasps into my kiss. I stir them both slowly, their assholes clenching around my fingers, and I can feel how much they want this, how wide open they are for me. Not enough for my cock to barge in, but a good start nonetheless.

"How does that feel, my sexy kitten?" I ask Dana, and she pulls off my cock just long enough to pant: "Weird... but good. It feels good, daddy." She goes straight back down, hungry. Good.

Gina's the bolder one, always has been. She pushes back against my finger, taking it deeper, a low moan caught in her throat. I curl my finger inside her, slow, and her ass rocks against my hand while she keeps kissing me, her tongue chasing mine. Dear god, I can't wait to rip her asshole apart!

After a bit, I pull my fingers out — they whimper, both of them — and I tap each of them on the cheek. "Switch. Gina, you suck. Dana, come here."

They swap, and it's a beautiful thing to watch. Gina takes my cock in her mouth, quicker than her sister, bolder, and I feel her tongue work the underside while she finds her rhythm — she's been watching; she knows what to do. She bobs her head with a confidence Dana didn't have on the first try, and I can feel the difference between them, twin bodies but different temperaments, one shy and careful, one hungry and sure. Both on their way to become fully mine.

Dana leans in and kisses me, and I take her mouth, one hand cupping her small, firm tit, rolling her nipple between my fingers, then ducking my head to suck it. She gasps, arching into me, her hands in my hair, her body trembling against my side.

"Is Dana being a good girl, daddy? Is Dana... doing it right?"

Her words catch. I suck harder, biting gently, and she shivers against me, her breath coming in little gasps, while below, Gina keeps bobbing, her head moving in a steady rhythm she's picked up fast. I reach down and cup both their asses again, fingers finding their holes, stirring, and this time neither of them even flinches — they just push back against my fingers, hungry.

We go back and forth like that. One twin blowing me, the other kissing me, tits in my mouth, fingers in their asses. A couple of rounds, each time a little more confident, each twin learning from the other. I coach them through it — "slower", "tighter lips", "use your tongue", "deeper, take it all" — and they soak it up, desperate to please. I can hear the wet sounds of them working, the little moans, the shift of bodies on the couch. By the third swap, Dana's got it down — she takes me deep, holds, swallows around me, and I can feel my balls drawing up, my load rising, my whole body tensing toward the edge.

I pull her off. "Not yet, kitten. We're not done."