Difficult time of daughter's studies
Our daughter did fairly well in school, managing to get good grades and run off on dates with what they now call her beloved boyfriends. And even, as my wife secretly told me, she had already lost her virginity, though what's so strange about that, after all, she turned eighteen a month ago.
By today's standards, if a girl is still a virgin at that age, she's practically called an "old maid" right away. What a joke! Though modern morals... And the funniest thing is, when my wife scolded her, as they were loudly whispering in our daughter's room, she replied that studying at the institute is serious business, so all
girls who enter universities first try to get deflowered. And to her mom's objection that she, well, only lost hers with me at twenty, as modern girls now call it—a "shortcoming"—our daughter laughed for a long time. Like, mommy, times are completely different now, the pace of life is different, and morals have really changed... And I gave my wife my own summary too—let her be, she's a smart girl after all, the main thing is that our darling doesn't get "knocked up."She got into her institute of national economy in Odessa, exactly where she wanted. I brought her things, books, and gave her money, saying, well, your mom and I saved up, spend it carefully and prepare for exams. I don't know about studying, but she clearly doesn't know how to handle money, so I wasn't surprised at all when her panicked telegram arrived in early October—"Money's gone. Nothing to eat. Help." A real "SOS" cry. My wife couldn't go; as the head accountant, she had to prepare the quarterly report, so I got her instructions and hit the road, taking a week off. We'll sort out her spending and expenses.
In Odessa, I immediately went to the student dormitory commandant to ask permission to stay with them for the week, and what a surprise. The commandant is well over thirty, a former student himself, and his young wife is about 25, with such a familiar face. First surprise—he and I, but at different times, served in the same unit, so soon we were pouring a second round. And then I remembered:
"Lida, is your maiden name Sergienko? You're our captain's daughter? Unbelievable, you were just crawling under the table and running past the potty back then"—we laughed, kissed Lida, what a small world it turns out to be.
So the commandant immediately issued me permission and a pass, I gave him a couple of big, excellent dried fish, and he, very pleased, gave me in return a homemade knife shaped like a Kalashnikov bayonet, and we went to room 231, where some guys were knocking on the door, and with a bottle. One got a "slap" from the commandant, and the second—a good kick from me, go better prepare for lectures. And the room in the dorm for my daughter and her friend is just great—quite small, but cozy, two single beds, a wardrobe, a table.
And a small "Saratov" refrigerator hums quietly in the corner—my friend Nika's dad brought his old unit, saying it'll serve the girls until the end of their studies, and they want to buy a big "ZIL." The girls were very happy, a bag full of food, and I brought money, we had a great dinner, only I constantly had to chase away uninvited visitors—guys just kept flocking to visit them, all with bottles of such wine that even vagrants would disdain. And what do we expect—poor students! So to one who started acting up, I tested the strength of his abs—he groaned for a long time, lying on the floor, and I just gave the second one a good kick. And to my daughter's indignation that I wasn't letting her and her friend go out and was chasing guys away, I firmly declared:
"Remember clearly, both of you, young student beauties! The celebration of getting in is over, and now you need to master the next step—the harsh routine of lectures, passing tests and exams. And parties and wine—only during holidays, and all these 'eagles' who flocked to you with bottles will be kicked out after the first session, like corks, mark my words, I was a student myself. And one more thing—if your room gets a reputation as a drinking den, then live by your own wits, daughter, and don't come to us. Your mom and I work hard for our money, and you want to spend it all on your guys, thank you..."
My impudent hand ran over her soft, flat tummy, eliciting new sighs of pleasure from my daughter, and then I stroked her firm, tender butt, squeezing her wonderful cheeks—she wasn't wearing any panties at all! And under my hand, the soft felt-like tenderness of her little triangle below her tummy, the wet-hot slit, flowing with the juice of passion, and the clitoral button—my beautiful daughter moans sweetly out loud, clinging to my hands. And from under the blanket on the opposite bed, the big eyes of clearly aroused Victoria sparkle excitedly, reflecting the light of the street lamp.
I'm extremely aroused now, and what should I do—not fuck my own daughter? I'd gladly take Vika, how tempting she is! And then my daughter's feverish whisper again:
"Daddy, daddy dear, come on, I can't take it anymore, I'm going crazy. Oh, I'm about to come, how you're caressing me, daddy, come on already... Oh daddy, oh-oh"—my darling coos with such an exciting whisper, gently biting my ear.
Then she just pulled me onto her, deftly spreading her long, slender legs and saying she really wants it, help me, daddy, quickly... What's with young people, only talk and thoughts about sex. And at work with our young female employees—only guys on their minds! And just recently I went to my daughter's school, three young female teachers were standing around the corner, smoking and all discussing almost with groans—where to meet a man, I want to fuck! Well, okay—don't offend a young but already adult beauty with a refusal, and my own balls are aching badly. I slowly lowered myself between her hot legs, her tender thighs just burned me, my "fighter" slowly began to sink into my daughter's cherished little hole, into her hot-wet sweetness of pleasure and passion.
It was incredibly pleasant, and the moment itself—I entered my daughter. Sometimes, having sex with my wife, I mentally imagined I was having my daughter, though my ears burned with shame, and she's always half-naked jumping around in front of you, or walking naked from the shower, barely covered with a towel and twisting her bare butt in front of you. And now I entered her, but we didn't have much actual sex due to strong mutual excitement—literally after a few of my thrusts, Nika started trembling all over and groaning loudly, coming intensely. Our daughter is passionate! To avoid coming inside her in the heat, I pulled out my "fighter" and lay on my back, and Nika flexibly arched and slid down—soon I was at the peak of pleasure, pouring into her sweet mouth.
Swallowing everything, and I had accumulated a lot, my daughter hugged me and started being affectionate, saying she feels so good now, her breasts don't hurt, what a cool and smart daddy she has. I spent another half hour recovering from the incredibility of what happened, and my daughter kept snuggling up to me, whispering how her beloved daddy could help his daughter—full of food, gave money, and even "treated" his daughter.
She was suffering so much from breast pain and here—she giggled quietly, putting my hand between her legs, and now she feels much better and came so nicely. And then a phenomenon—Vika climbed under the blanket with us, slapping her bare feet loudly, and started hugging me from the other side and trying to kiss me—I was completely stunned! Are they preparing for exams here or fucking constantly? It turned out I said this indignant phrase out loud, and the girls started protesting vigorously that they behaved very properly, chased guys away and didn't give anything to any of them, that's it! But they already had boyfriends with whom they had sex before, and now there's no one, and they suffer without male affection. Unbelievable, they're only 18, and they already suffer without sex and constant men!
And then Nika quite impudently pushed me toward her friend, whispering in my ear: "Daddy! Feel sorry for Vika. And we'll sort it out in the morning!" Well, both are little brats, I'll show you "sorting out" in the morning, with a belt, so your nice butts will hurt. But not now! So, resisting a little, I carried Vika to her bed and soon was fully enjoying myself between the full legs of the young beauty. And how great it is for a man my age to have sex with a young girl—indescribable!
Her firm body, thrashing beneath me, hot hands, sweet full lips, tight vagina—it was a sea of pleasure for me! On my second "round," I didn't come for a long time, so Vika got full pleasure, moaning sweetly, and when she started to come, she thrashed all over and started bucking vigorously under me. Then, after lying a bit, she offered me to come in her small round butt—I was somewhat surprised, but in complete delight! Coming in a young girl's firm butt—you can only dream about that. And how I didn't want to get off her! Vika and I fell asleep together, hugging tightly—good thing tomorrow is Saturday and the girls don't have lectures.
We all slept well, and during the day I was strict, we were busy all Saturday—in the morning we reviewed the first part of "History of the CPSU," need to pass the test on Monday, otherwise they won't be allowed to take exams. Then we walked through stores and small spontaneous markets, where you can buy fresh vegetables and decent homemade smoked meats very cheaply from granny vendors.
Then I taught the girls how to make navy-style pasta, cook soup, make gravy for pasta and meat dishes. For the gravy, I even bought a three-liter bottle of tomato juice, and it's much healthier to drink than those cheap stinky wines from rotten fruit. Those wines are only good for poisoning! In Africa, they paint fences with those wines—insects die from them, that's how it is! And in the evening, seeing that the girls weren't listening to me at all and giggling, like, stupid daddy is boring them to death, I gave them a lecture on how to love the motherland, as our boss says!
Under my pressure, the girls studied their notes a bit, then almost under threat of a beating finally rewrote their lab reports—they have to hand them in on Tuesday, and then Nika got out of line. She started kissing me, then pulled out a bottle of hidden cheap wine, at the mere sight of which I shuddered—let's have a drink. So you didn't understand or didn't want to understand what I said? Well, if it doesn't go through the head, it'll go through the butt! According to old recipes!
She only groaned and moaned, but stayed silent, because attempts at protest immediately earned her the belt on her buttocks. And then I really got going—laid my daughter on the bed, putting a pillow under her tummy and, quickly taking off my pants, happily fucked her in the butt. She moaned and groaned again, and I repeated that this was her punishment, now she'll listen to daddy and not be sarcastic. I came with delight, it was so sweet-tight in her butt and so pleasant to ride on the firm-soft cheeks of my daughter's wonderful butt.
Then Vika got some of the belt too, since she started protesting, but she clearly let me into her butt with pleasure, she definitely liked it. And receiving pleasure from my member in her tight little hole, she moaned so sweetly, repeating how good she felt, and my daughter got aroused and asked me to sleep with her, because she's cold alone. And Vika and I moved the beds together and slept hugging all three of us, it was even hot. And in the morning, Nika caressed my member with her mouth and tongue, raising it to its zenith and asked me to "pity" her, because her butt hurts, and she didn't come yesterday, unlike Vika, who got an anal orgasm at night. And from my morning erection and arousal from the situation itself, that I was lying next to two young women, I managed to give my darling the joy of an orgasm and came nicely myself, and since I put on "item number 2," my daughter didn't let me go for a long time, asking me to lie on her a bit more, throwing her legs over my lower back.
On Monday, the girls went to retake the test, and I went to the commandant, taking another dried fish. And in the room, a delighted Lida threw herself on my neck! Her husband went to relatives in the village for three days, and she's bored. And somehow our friendly kisses became long, and soon we were lying in bed and I was pounding into her full force. How this young girl from my youth turned into an appetizing young woman—I was delighted, with her permission coming twice in a row into Lida's hot womb. How sweet she is! And how wonderfully her full, firm breasts bounced under me, how her tummy burned me! I left the commandant's apartment, staggering like a drunk.
But I constantly drilled my advice as a seasoned student of past years into their beautiful curly heads—the first year is the hardest, morally and psychologically, you need to tune in to constant studying, you need to abstain from nightly parties with guys and dates in general for now, you need to become a bit ascetic in the right sense, refrain from parties and promiscuous sex with groupies for now. And why? Because after the first session, there will be big expulsions of negligent students! Exactly now!
And naturally, my authority with the girls was now at its peak. And when I got out of my daughter's bed and sat down for a snack, restoring my strength, the girls started caressing and kissing me. Well, what to do? I gave them an extra 50 rubles each, begging them not to waste it, we don't have extra money. At the same time, I left the girls several "Tested by Electronics" condoms, warning about safe sex, if such a thing happens. And on no account give it to just anyone, especially those who constantly brag among students about their "heroism," otherwise such a reputation will spread about you in your group that it's better not to.
"Clear to you, dear young ladies-beauties, nodding your curly heads, but did it get through to you? Life doesn't end today, you still have five years of studying, there will be joys of passing exams and the bitterness that your classmates are getting kicked out due to their own stupidity. There will also be sweet joys of intimate pleasure with your beloved guys, so by the third year try to get a steady boyfriend, preferably a 'nerd.' Don't lend money to anyone now, spend your cash frugally, and if you lend out of kindness, after expulsions these eagles will leave and no one will return a penny to you. Got it?"
"Don't believe me? But I was a student too, and everything I'm telling you, I've tested repeatedly through bitter experience. Be smarter, chase away all those guys who come to you with bottles of stinky lousy wine. After all, no one comes to you with sausage, with expensive candies that I bought you, with gifts or textbooks? And offer them your nice butts for a bottle of that poison? Ugh! And one more thing! The session, like real litmus paper, will show everything clearly, who's a windbag and who's a real student! Think through your necessary expenses again, think through your actions, don't make unnecessary enemies, but don't let anyone walk all over you either, or they'll sit on your head and dangle their legs. Life is a strict and harsh thing! And real friends and girlfriends will come later!"
And when my satisfied daughter fell asleep with a half-smile on her beautiful face, Vika gently but persistently pulled me over to her, raising my poor overworked member "to battle" with her magical mouth, and after receiving her long-awaited orgasm, offered me her tender butt. I came with a quiet growl—Vika's butt is just a fairy tale! And gently kissing me, she asked me to sleep with her tonight before leaving, quietly whispering that she gave me something to help absorb the advice of a seasoned man. What a brat!
But how sweet, sexy, and firm she is, I'm delighted! We fell asleep soundly, and in the morning they woke me with a sweet blowjob—both girls were caressing my "friend" with their playful little tongues. And they ran off to labs, promising to see me off in the evening. But I couldn't sleep right away—Lida unexpectedly dropped by and, seeing my erect member, instantly undressed and immediately cleverly seduced me, asking me to come in her—for the road, like Vika. What girls at this university! My beauties saw me off to the bus in the evening, promising to follow my seasoned advice. Though trusting women! And in February, after the session, Vika will come visit us with my daughter and we'll definitely check if I was right or not. That's it!__P_