Sunday morning

You wake up in a now familiar situation, but one that no longer causes you to pause in fear. Your arm is still wrapped around Nadia, and she still nestles against you - now in a tight spooning position, with her soft rear pressed against your groin.

You savor the moment, simply enjoying the time with your wife. You plant another kiss on her head, happy to be experiencing this moment. As your lips leave her, you hear a faint murmur, and she wiggles her hips against you, awakening your erection from its slumber. Like you, it too is happy to be close to Nadia and springs forward to meet her. Before you know it, it is pressing forward against her rear as it has seemed inclined to do over the past few days.

You are tempted to pull away, but you decide not to. You can enjoy the moment for a little while longer; you only need to sit still. Sleeping Nadia seems to have other ideas, though. Another murmur, and another wiggle of her hips. Your cock slides forward, creeping between her legs as she moves. As it lands there, she stills, locking you in place between her thighs. As you wait in a tense anxiety, you begin to feel a warmth pressing against your engorged rod - her vagina. You try to slide your cock away, but her legs refuse to release it. In fact, the motion seems to antagonize her more.

A faint whimper escapes her lips as she wiggles her hips once more, rubbing her pussy against your cock, only separated by two thin layers of fabric: her nightgown, and your shorts. Her hips roll, slowly but surely humping you despite her being asleep. You try to extract yourself again, but it only raises a moan from your wife. Her legs clamp down harder around your shaft, eager to extract their pound of flesh.

Her hips continue wiggling and gyrating, as her whimpers pick up in loudness and intensity. Her hands drift along her body, caressing her face and tweaking her nipples, pleasuring herself while her eyes are still locked close in slumber. They drift lower and lower, sliding down her waist and meeting her pussy, her fingertips brushing the head of your cock, until they grab onto something. The hem of her nightgown slides up, bundling around her waist, and a faint moan escapes your own lips as the wet warmth of her pussy surrounds your cock, now only separated by the thin cotton of your sleeping shorts.

Her hips move faster, grinding up and down you, while her hand returns to her breast and kneads it through her nightgown. Her whimpers turn to moans, and soon she is bucking against you. You feel tremors begin building within her, her muscles tightening against you, and shortly after her body stills as she bites her lips through a silent, shaking orgasm.

As she stills, you manage to slide yourself from between her legs, your cock still engorged and raging.

Determined not to wake up Nadia, you silently raise out of bed and leave the room, finding the bathroom and turning the light on. You hear faint murmuring from Karina's room - perhaps the girls returned home?

Either way, your erection needs immediate attention. Everything is too much. Last night, this morning. You are unable to contain yourself. You twist the handle of the shower, the showerhead roaring to life and filling the bathroom with the sound of a relaxing downpour, as warm fog begins to form overhead.

You lean against the counter, take your waiting erection in hand, and begin to jack it furiously. Nadia's juices still coat your shaft, lubricating your hand as it slams up and down over eight inches of rock-hard flesh. Your eyes close, and you imagine the sight of Nadia naked in front of you last night, as well as her body pushed against you this morning. The warmth of her pussy scraping along your length, eager to feel you. You smile. Your orgasm builds, quickly, coiling itself within your balls and waiting for the right moment to explode outwards.

That moment comes whenever you hear footsteps. You hear the handle turn, and you turn to stop it, but it is too late. Your orgasm is happening. Tremors shake your body as the door opens, and your eyes widen as they jerk open to see Mia there, wearing only a white wife-beater, her black bra underneath, and black Brazilian panties high on her hips, the crotch taut against her young pussy. The sight of her lithe body is too much, the shock in her eyes too exciting, the small "o" of her mouth too inviting, and you explode outwards. Ropes of cum shoot out of your shaking cock, flying through the air and splattering against Mia's abdomen, coating her waist in cum, and sliding down onto the hem of her panties.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why can't you learn to lock doors!?

Mia stands there, frozen, as your cum coats her body. You hear other footsteps behind her, and then Karina appears over her shoulder.

"Hey, Mia, where'd you -"

Her eyes widen as she surmises the situation. She looks from you, to Mia, to her cum-coated tank top and panties, and to your shrinking cock, the tip still glistening. Her eyes dart back to yourself, and she shoots you a wink. Her lips mouth some words: "Follow." Maybe.

"Wow, I guess daddy really liked that picture last night."

Mia turns to her best friend, her expression of shock now drifting to confusion.

"Picture?" she asks, her voice hollow.

"Yeah! Picture. Daddy thinks your beautiful, so I may have sent him that picture I took of us... I guess he really did think you are beautiful, judging by the mess he just made."

Mia turns back to you, her cheeks now red and her eyes glistening. Still in shock.

"Is that true?"

Karina stands behind her, nodding her head up and down.

"I.. uh... Yes, it is. Karina did send me a picture of you two, with you in your black bra. I found you so attractive - I woke up this morning and could not contain myself. I am sorry you walked in here, though. I didn't mean to hurt you," you respond, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around your waist.

Mia looks back to Karina, who you now realize is wearing one of your old white v-necks and a purple v-string thong, her hair tied into a single, thick braid.

"Really?"

Karina shrugs and says nothing.

Mia turns back to you.

"You're not joking?"

"Joking, about what?"

"You think I'm that pretty?"

Fucking teenage girls - you cum on her, traumatize her, and the only thing she gets out of it is that you think she is pretty. Thankfully, that means you may be able to get out of this.

"Yes, Mia. I think you are a beautiful woman. Recently, I've noticed how responsible you have become, as well as how mature your looks have grown. You're beautiful, Mia, in every sense of the word."

The lithe girl darts forward and wraps her arms around you in a tight hug. You step back in surprise, but slowly bring your arms around her. Karina stands in the doorway, smiling at you. She motions to her hair, patting it. Getting the hint, you gently pat Mia's hair, and the girl nearly purrs into your chest.

"Thank you, Lev. No one has ever said that to me before... Well, they have. But I never believed them. Not like I believe you."

Mia pulls away from you and looks down at her cum-stained body, before raising her head back to you. A broad grin spreads across her mousey face.

"I need to change... don't worry about it. Kind of weird to see cum for the first time like this, though."

First time seeing cum? Is she a virgin? Damn.

She turns away from you, revealing her backside and highlighting her petite frame - the black Brazilian thong tight across her smooth, firm ass. It is smaller than Karina's, but that does little to detract from its sensuality. Mia is a beautiful girl. You never lied about that.

"Can we go get changed? This is starting to feel kind of gross."

"Sure! Daddy, why don't you make us some breakfast?"

"Of course, dear. Anything for my girls."