My Two Daughters-Some Paragraphs From My Life

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“ I patted my lap. "Come sit up here, Marla." Who was a little slow girl in development when she was 18 years old

She situated herself on my lap. I turned her so that her back was against my chest with her legs on the outside of my legs.

I took her hand in mine. "I'll show you how I do it to girls." I placed her hand against her crotch and
covered it with mine. I started moving her hand up and down her jeans covered crotch.

"I can't feel anything through my jeans. Let me take them off."

Marla wriggled out of her jeans and placed my hand against the thin piece of cloth that covered her slit. My erect cock pressed into the crack of butt cheeks. I broke out in a sweat as I felt the crease between her pussy lips. My hand began to caress her slit automatically. My mind had ceased functioning.

Marla's body started responding. Her panties got wet. Her breathing grew rapid. Low moans came from her mouth. My hand speeded up. My finger slipped between her pussy lips. Faster. Marla's hands pressed my hand harder against her crotch. I closed my eyes and abandoned my self to the sensations.

Minutes passed. Nothing existed outside of her hot wet pussy and my flying fingers. Marla's body began to spasm against my sopping wet fingers. I clutched her to my chest and continued to massage her gushing cunt until she was limp. I kissed the top of Marla's head. Both of us were exhausted.”
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“ I was not surprised when Marla came to my office again a few days later. I said all the appropriate words in my head but they never made it to my mouth. Marla closed the door and stripped off her jeans and panties before crawling on my lap and placing my hand on her
bare pussy.

I closed my eyes and surrendered to my passions. My fingers worked their magic on the flesh between Marla's legs. One finger found her clit and began to tease the nubbin hidden between the lips. My mouth watered with desire to place her sex at my lips and drink her juice.

Marla's breath once again grew ragged and labored as I pleasured her. My free hand stole under her tee shirt to caress a nipple. Marla wriggled her ass against my stiff cock enough to
stimulate me. I wanted remove my pants so that the bare flesh of penis could nestle itself between her cheeks, but that would have required stopping, but I couldn't bear the thought of stopping now.

Marla and I swam in our own ocean of desire, bounding from one wave of pleasure to the next until at last both of us were limp. Her orgasm had drenched my fingers with her juice. I lifted my fingers to my mouth. I inhaled the scent of her sex as I sucked her juices from my fingers.”

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That's how Becky my other daughter (18 years old)found us.

Marla, naked from the waist down, sitting on my lap. Me, with one hand still under Marla's shirt, caressing a small breast and the other hand in my mouth licking her juice from my fingers. Becky walked into my room and this time there was no way to disguise what Marla and I were doing.

Marla lazily turned to face Becky. "See. I told you
Daddy was doing it to me. It really feels great,
Becky. You have to try it."

"But Daddy said it was wrong. How come you started doing it to Marla, Daddy?"

I was still feeling good from my sexual arousal. I
just grinned at Becky. I focused on her cute little
buds poking through her shirt. My cock twitched with renewed desire. "It just feels so good, honey. Do you want to try it?"

Becky hesitated. She still remembered my telling her it was wrong.

Marla crawled off my lap. She gingerly touched her swollen pussy lips. "You just can't believe how great it feels, Becky. You've got to try it."

Becky took off her jeans slowly. I half hoped she
wouldn't get on my lap. She came over to me in her Wonder Woman panties.

"It's better if you're not wearing panties," said Marla helpfully.

Becky obligingly removed her panties and assumed Marla's place my lap.

I ran my fingertips along Becky's smooth slit. I couldn't believe that I was actually touching my daughter in this way. Several of my adolescent sexual fantasies ran through my brain as I pressed my fingers between those puffy hairless lips.

"Just relax, honey," I whispered. "I won't hurt you." My fingers began their slow sensuous massage of Becky's virgin pussy.

Marla watched intently. She had always been on the receiving end of this treatment. Her hand copied my movements as she stood watching Becky receive the same pleasure that she had received only moments before.

"Get on the chair across from us, Marla. Lay back and copy my movements. You can do this for yourself any time you want."

Marla did as I instructed. I watched hungrily as she mimicked my motions. Her pussy lips glistened with her natural lubricant.

Becky's lips became slicker as her juices began to provide the necessary lubrication. Her breathing became more ragged under the onslaught of my fingers. One finger slipped between her pussy lips and followed the path from her clit to the entrance of her vagina. The other fingers stimulated the folds between the outer and inner lips. Becky moaned with delight.

I slipped a hand under her shirt. Her stiff nipples grew harder under my caresses. Becky's arousal had me just as stiff.

Marla squealed as she achieved her second orgasm of the afternoon. Her hand ceased its motion and cupped her pussy. She would learn soon enough how to prolong an orgasm. I was sure that I would be the one to teach her.

Becky humped her crotch against my hand. I lightened my touch and quickened the strokes. Becky moaned and writhed with arousal. She was getting hungry for something she had never experienced. She didn't know what it was but she wanted it desperately. I kept her on the edge for several more minutes by slowing and speeding up my manipulation of her clit. She began to sob with each stroke on her clit. I increased the pressure slightly and at last she found the release she sought.

I clasped Becky to my chest as I cupped her pussy. With no further stimulation, the orgasm passed and left Becky limp in my arms.

Marla had recovered by this time. "How was it, Becky?"

"It was wonderful." Becky whispered. "I never realized I could feel that good."