by Writing Shark
You are ready for the next girl
You are so proud of your two girls as they kneel at your feet, cheeks pressed together, mouths wide open and tongues stuck out greedily, smiling and waiting.
They don’t have to wait long and only Alice flinches slightly as your powerful second load spurts into their eager faces. The squeal your daughter makes as a strand of cum sticks to her eyes only makes you wilder and you aim right at her forehead. Then you switch to your wife and splash the rest of your load into her mouth. Hellen is a good wife and while Alice must close her other eye as your sperm also smears it, your juice drips from your wife’s tongue onto her hot thighs. You lean back relaxed in bed and Alice already wants to hurry between your thighs again. You hold her back.
“You have to go to school soon darling” you admonish her with a grin. Your daughter looks at you as if you were speaking in a foreign language and blinks dumbly. But then she remembers who is in charge of her life and nods.
“I love you daddy,” she says without holding back.
“I love you too.” You stroke her warm breasts, then send her out of the room.
You and Hellen are alone and your wife leans next to you, licking your cum from her lips with her tongue, but leaving the rest on the bridge of her nose.
“It’s nice to finally see you so satisfied honey,” she says in a soft voice. “No one deserves their daughter like you do.” And she’s right. You cross your arms behind your head and feel your wife’s fingers on your slippery cock.
“Daughters honey,” you grunt contentedly. “Plural.” Hellen looks at you with that miserable look she always puts on when you determine something she doesn’t like. It doesn’t happen often but it makes you angry, just like it makes her miserable to feel that way. It’s not good for either of you if your wife has a mind of her own.
Was I too soft on her? Should I have been harder on her?
These are the thoughts that every man who has a wife like Hellen must ask himself.
“Sorry darling,” your wife cringes. “You’re right, of course.” You are satisfied. Everything is going as it should and you don’t want any stress now that your daughter’s cunt is finally open for you.
“I know you have trouble letting Gemma go,” you tell her, showing her that she can rely on you. “But it’s better, for you, for her and for Alice.”
“And for you too honey,” Hellen says, smiling at you as she expertly jerks you off. She’s really good at it and fogs your brain with her skillful movements. Her breasts press against your side and her other hand strokes your chest. “And that’s why I thought…” She doesn’t speak further and you raise an eyebrow,
“You thought?” When Hellen pushes her mind, not often does something reasonable come from it, she herself knows that. She has a different intelligence, that of a woman, and that’s why you’re wary when she stumbles in your world.
“I know I’m not that good at this.” She jerks you off faster. “But…”
“Say it honey,” you demand. Maybe she’s just making a request for how you should fuck Alice next time. Hellen swallows hard and wipes your cum from her face. This is against the rules and you give her a stern look.
“Now that Alice is yours to fuck as you like… I figured…” She struggles with herself and you know what it’s about. “I figured that Gemma and I…” You moan in agony and grab her arm. Startled, Hellen stops pleasuring you.
“Gemma is mine Hellen” you admonish her sternly and in a cold voice. “Every woman in this house is mine. All of you are my property. You exist only because of me, only for me.” Hellen nods and inhales.
And then she does something she’s only done once or twice since you’ve been together.
“I… I love Gemma, too, James.” She contradicts you. “And I’ve always done what you wanted.” Your eyes turn icy cold and your blood turns hot as fire. You sit up and Hellen backs away from you. “Gemma is yours James, that’s very clear. And she will submit to you as you wish” Hellen says quickly. “And I will help you do it.”
You just love this woman too much. And you hate yourself for letting her have her way. You both know that’s not a good idea. But still…
“But?”
“But I have a proposition for you.” Her eyes moisten and she trembles slightly. You make a mistake.
“Speak.” Hellen takes a deep breath.
“Elise,” she says, and you raise your eyebrows.
“Elise? Schoomer?” Hellen nods egerly.
“You can have her honey. She’s all yours.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” you burst out. The morning was so lovely, you were doing so well, Alice was doing so well. And now this?
“She’s a friend of Alice” Hellen babbles quickly and uncontrollably. “She’s young and pretty and tight. You could fuck her. Alice would help you, and besides, she’s…”
A loud bang echoes through your bedroom and Hellen whirls around. It’s rare that you hit your wife for disciplining. For sex, yes, and because she deserves it, and because it makes you two horny. But not to show her that she has to do something different.
You are a good man but this is too much and even if you had a normal, boring marriage, you would beat Hellen for this proposal.
“No one is above my family Hellen” you hiss at her in cold anger. Your wife holds her cheek, tears in her eyes, her pupils dilated.
Then she drops her hand and kneels in bed in front of you again. Her breasts stick out of her robe and the blow has smeared your cum on her face. But she presents herself to you, ready for another blow. For she still resists you.
“I know that James. But Elise…” You slap her again, and even your hand hurts. But Hellen can take it.
“Hellen… damn…” you mumble, too confused to scream. “I love you you stupid unruly bitch.”
“I love you too Master.” This time you don’t hit her but put your hand on the burning hot and glowing red spot on her cheek.
“Alice and Gemma are my daughters. I love them as only a father can. And you are my wife. I don’t want you all to suffer…damn…Hellen…darling…”
“I’m not suffering James. I’m happy. You make me happy.” A long pause spreads, uncomfortable and heavy. “And I am a mother. I’m a mother who gives you her daughters to fuck and raise. They’re yours. Alice, and Gemma too.”
“But then why the fuck do you want me to fuck Elise? That stupid bitch isn’t worth it. Her mother is a stupid bitch and so is her daughter. Those two are just dirt under our daughters’ feet. Why should I bother with those two when I have Alice and Gemma…” Again you caress her skin and Hellen looks at you in love with watery eyes. “And when I have you? I fuck my family honey, that’s what I do. And I do it for the good of all of you. I understand that you need time with Gemma” you say then, reserved and full of compassion. You will hate yourself for this, but as much as you want to, you can’t hate Hellen for this. You are angry, yes, very much so. But you can’t hate a woman you love.
“It’s not just about me or Gemma,” Hellen says, placing her burning cheek in the palm of your hand. Then she kisses your hand gently. “It’s about family. It’s about you honey. And about Alice. And about me and Gemma.”
“Hellen… what…”
“Yes honey” Hellen whispers and smiles the way you’ve only seen twice before. At the birth of your two daughters. “And it’s about Elise.”
“Hellen…”
“It’s about your daughter.”
Writing Shark 