A girl wakes during a sleepover to find her best friend no longer in bed beside her, and goes to investigate.
I'm not exactly sure what woke me up. Some sense of unexpected loneliness, maybe, that had broken into my dream. I rolled over as I slowly came more fully to my senses, extending my hand to the empty side of my bed where my best friend Zoe was supposed to be. We'd been doing these weekly sleepovers for the last couple of months, ever since soccer season started. Zoe's mom worked Saturday mornings, so Dad had offered to take care of driving both of us to and from our games, and it was just easier all around if she spent the night first. The point being I'd become used to sharing my bed with her, enough that even in my sleep I'd noticed when she was suddenly no longer there. I thought at first she must have just gotten up to go pee, but when she failed to return I started getting curious, even a little bit concerned. Especially when I glanced at my alarm clock, and saw the time. I must have just barely fallen asleep, and already she was out of bed for some reason? Something wasn't right. I pushed myself out of bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, and went looking for her.
The bathroom door was open, the light off, so no answers there. I padded down the stairs, moving slow and careful, hand on the rail so my drowsiness wouldn't make me trip. She wasn't in the kitchen either, scrounging for a snack. Nor was she in the living room watching tv, like she might have been if she couldn't get to sleep. I frowned. Daddy's office, maybe? But why on earth would she be in there? I closed the distance, the question of what she was doing already forming on my lips, but what I saw as I approached the open door stunned me into silence. Daddy was in there with her, sitting in the middle of his old, worn-out comfy couch... Zoe down on her knees in front of him, topless, her sexy red lips bobbing eagerly up and down on his enormous, saliva-coated cock!
I rocked back a step, hand covering my mouth in shock. My eyes must have been about as wide as dinner plates as I took it all in. Daddy had one hand at the back of her head, gathering up her long, blonde hair and holding it out of her way for her, his other one reaching down to cup and squeeze her round, C-cup breast. God, she looked so sexy like that! But Zoe, I'd seen before. I'd never really looked, not like I was now, but we'd been getting changed in front of each other for years; her body held no surprises for me. Daddy, on the other hand... fuck, that was a big cock! It had to be at least eight inches...
“You like that, baby girl?” Daddy suddenly moaned.
“I love it, Daddy!” Zoe purred, continuing to stroke him up and down with her hands, her lips still softly kissing his crown as she pulled far enough off of him to speak. Fuck me... he was actually more like nine, maybe even nine and a half! I hadn't been able to tell, before, with how much of him she'd been keeping inside her mouth! “I love sucking on your big, thick Daddy cock!” Wasn't that the understatement of the year! She had her hands wrapped around him pretty tight, it looked like, and there still had to be at least an inch between her thumb and forefinger on the other side! Not that I had a lot of experience, mind you, other than occasionally watching some porn on my phone when I needed a bit of extra help to finish getting myself off. I was a virgin... I'd never even seen a cock in real life before! Neither had Zoe, as far as I'd known... though obviously, she hadn't been telling me everything of late.
“And you're so good at it, too!” Daddy teased, making her giggle girlishly before she returned him to her mouth.
God, this was so wrong... but try as I might, I couldn't even make myself turn away, much less draw up the courage it would take to interrupt them and make them stop! And the longer I stood there in the darkness, silently watching, the less I could deny the mounting warmth and wetness growing between my thighs. It was that huge fucking cock of his... I caught myself absently licking my lips, wondering what it must feel like... wishing that, just for a minute, it could be me down on my knees for him like that, rather than Zoe!
My cheeks felt like they were about to burst into flame, I was blushing so hard in shame at the realization of what I'd just been thinking. I hate it when I do that. Sometimes, being a redhead really freaking sucks! I tried to console myself with the fact that he wasn't actually my father, not biologically. But that was a meagre excuse, and I knew it. I'd been barely two when he'd married Mom, and I couldn't even remember a time when he hadn't been my Daddy. And it was legal now, too; starting the formal adoption process had been one of the first things they'd done when they'd learned just how serious it was when Mom got sick, so I didn't even have that fiction to hide behind. And yet there I was, watching.
It was the way she trembled and moaned for him when he pinched her nipple that finally did me in. I reached down under the hem of my oversized sleep shirt, lifting it up, slipping my hand into my cute little pink teddy-bear panties, suddenly embarrassed by them. Zoe had been wearing a similar pair when we'd gone to bed, powder blue with little red hearts on them... but not anymore. She was wearing a sexy, lacy little red thong, now, highlighting the curves of her small, firm, and perfectly rounded little ass!
I was going to hell, I knew it, masturbating to the sight of my own father getting his cock sucked by my best friend... But I was literally dripping with arousal by that point, and I just couldn't stop myself! I brought my other hand down from my mouth, eventually deciding I could trust myself enough to stay quiet, and needing to play with my boobs the way I was watching Daddy doing to Zoe. Mine were so much smaller... barely even B-cups, compared to Zoe's fantastic, overflowing Cs. A fact which I'd been more or less okay with, right up until that moment! At least mine were really firm, and round. Hers were too, mostly... but being so much bigger meant they were also quite a bit heavier, and they hung a little bit lower than mine. God, I was feeling so confused... but I just couldn't stop myself from thinking about it, from dreaming about what it would feel like to know he thought I was sexy, too, the same way he clearly did about her!
“Up you get, baby!” Daddy commanded. I'd been so lost in my own pleasure watching them, I honestly had no idea how long I'd been standing there. Zoe hopped eagerly to her feet, giggling and biting her lower lip, her big, full titties fully out on display for him as he took her hips in his hands, pulling her closer. He leaned down, kissing her slender, toned little belly. She moaned softly, lovingly running her fingers through his hair. I missed seeing him slipping his fingers under the waist of her thong, in the darkness, but then he was sliding it slowly down her thighs, his lips tracing down to her newly-naked hips, and there was no missing that! She stepped daintily out of her thong as it reached her ankles, crawling up into his lap to straddle him, pushing him further back against the couch and absolutely attacking him with a long, passionate kiss on the lips.
Daddy's hands were moving everywhere; up and down her back, her thighs, her ass, her tits, squeezing like his life depended on it. Zoe's, by contrast, hardly moved an inch; one arm wrapped around behind his neck for stability, the other hand glued to his cock. They finally broke from that kiss, panting like they'd each just finished a marathon, and started sucking at each other's necks.
And in that moment, my heart nearly stopped!
It was only an instant, a bare fraction of a second, but I could have sworn Daddy had just looked me right in the eye as he'd been brushing Zoe's hair away from the side of her neck. But his eyes drifted onward, registering nothing, and I slowly started breathing again, thanking my lucky stars the darkness had just saved me. I took a few cautious, silent steps backwards just the same, as much as I could while still being able to see. Maybe I should have taken my close call as a sign, retreated back to my room... I was still debating it with myself when Daddy grabbed her ass with both hands, lifting her higher up to her knees. I couldn't see it, not directly, but something about the way she was moving her hips let me know what she was about to do, an instant before her long, shuddering moan as she sank herself back down confirmed it.
“God, I've missed having your cock in me, Daddy!” she gasped, nuzzling into the side of his neck and rolling her hips in small, slow circles, grinding herself onto him. I gasped too, albeit far quieter, easily drowned out by her own. That confirmed it, then; this had been going on for a while. Not just from what she'd said, but there was no way she'd have been able to take Daddy's cock all at once like that, not if she'd still been a virgin the way I'd thought!
“Not half as much as I've missed this tight, wet little pussy, baby!” Daddy moaned, his fingers digging deeply into the firm young flesh of her ass.
“You sure about that?” Zoe giggled, but before he could respond she cut him off with another kiss on the lips, and started lifting herself slowly up and down. After that, he seemed to lose interest in trying to speak.
Then I almost ruined it all again, and after no more than a minute or so of watching them going at it! I realized just barely in time to clamp my teeth together and cover my mouth with my other hand, my orgasm arrived so strongly and unexpectedly. I was just lucky the two of them were panting so loudly, clutching and clawing at each other as Zoe rode Daddy's dick with ever-increasing strength, depth, and speed, otherwise they'd have caught me for sure! And fucking hell, it was a good one! Maybe not best-ever territory, purely because I had to stay standing up rather than being able to lay down in bed, and was putting so much effort into staying quiet instead of letting loose with a scream the way I really wanted to! But easily top-ten for sure, even so!
It looked like I wasn't the only one humming along so quickly, either! I was honestly shocked. Zoe had been sucking on Daddy's cock like she'd been dying of thirst, but as far as I'd been able to see she hadn't so much as even touched her own pussy while she'd been doing it. That didn't seem to matter, now. She was gasping and moaning constantly, that perfect little butt of hers slapping loudly onto Daddy's thighs as she threw herself so forcefully up and down. Daddy was trying to help as much as he could, lifting her up and down by his grip on her ass. But then, with no reason or timing that I could work out, he suddenly moved his hands to her tits, instead, squeezing hard and instantly sending her over the edge. She squealed loudly, burying her face against the side of his neck, trembling violently from head to toe. It lasted what seemed like forever, easily two, maybe even three times as long as any orgasm I'd ever had. It ended with a soft, tired-sounding giggle, a loving kiss on the lips, and a slow but resolute resumption of movement.
Their position stayed the same throughout, with Zoe remaining fixed in Daddy's lap, but everything else, hand positions, pace, and whatnot, varied often and unpredictably. If I had to pick my personal favourite, it was when Daddy had both Zoe's tits grasped firmly in his hands, lifting them and bending his head, going back and forth sucking greedily on her nipples as she arched her back and shoved herself into his mouth, holding on for dear life around the back of his neck as she rode his cock hard and fast. But that was only one of many variations, too many to count or remember distinctly. I came two more times before they were done, a record for me all in a row like that, but Zoe was clearly in a league all her own. It had to have been at least a dozen for her, some longer, some shorter, but each looking incredibly intense! Daddy finally joined her, grunting and groaning like some kind of wild, uncontrollable beast, grabbing her by her hips and slamming violently up into her from below, launching her into her strongest, longest orgasm yet. I was honestly amazed she was even still conscious, never mind squealing her heart out and literally begging him to fill her up with his cum the way she was!
It must have taken them a good ten minutes after all of that, before either of them was able to speak again. I knew I should have made a run for it, while they were still distracted and before Daddy would eventually be sending Zoe back to my room to sleep, but I just couldn't tear myself away from watching them kiss and cuddle the way they were. Needless to say, my emotions were a mess! On the one hand, I was so relieved that Daddy had finally found somebody to make him happy, after Mom died. It had been long enough... too long, really, and Mom never would have wanted him to be lonely, any more than I did. And Zoe was amazing! There was a reason she was my best friend! But the fact that it was Zoe... that was complicated, to say the least. But the more I watched them together the more I knew this wasn't just some fling, just two horny people coming together for sex. They clearly loved each other, deeply. And that was the most complicated part of all. Not because I disapproved... but because I was jealous! Jealous he hadn't chosen me!
I didn't realize that was what I was feeling, at first. And God knows I didn't want to feel that way! But the longer I stood there, the more that sick, dark, empty feeling in my chest grew and grew, the harder it became to deny the truth. I wanted it to be me! I wanted to be the one, kissing and cuddling naked against his chest! I wanted to be the one he came to, the one who would give myself to him, who would please him, who would service him in any way he asked! I wanted to be the one taking that big, hot load of Daddy cum deep up inside my fresh little teenage pussy! Not Zoe. Me!
God, that feeling sucked! Because I knew that no matter what, it could never happen. Daddy would never be able to think of me that way, no matter how my own feelings may have started to change. I was his little girl, and always would be. He'd changed my diapers, for Christ's sake! No... never mind how I might feel about him, I knew it was hopeless. I could never tell him, he could never know.
“You know... I think I may just have to go off my birth control after all!” Zoe finally giggled into the side of Daddy's neck, squirming happily against his chest, her voice a much needed distraction from my own misery. “This once-a-week thing just isn't cutting it for me any more! You'll have no choice but to finally let me move in with you and make it official, once you knock me up!”
“Don't you dare!” Daddy laughed tiredly, giving her a firm swat on the ass, making her yelp adorably.
“I won't,” she giggled again, sheepishly. “You know I won't. I made a promise, and I'll stick to it. But you can't blame a girl for dreaming!”
“No more than I blame myself for doing the same,” Daddy confirmed, squeezing her tight in his arms. “Soon, baby. You know how much I want to... we just have to wait. ”
“I know,” she let out a long-suffering sigh. “I just miss you so much, when I'm not here! And I can't wait until I actually get to sleep with you, all night long, and wake up in your arms the next morning!”
“Me too, baby,” Daddy sighed. “But even if we have to wait longer than I'd like, it's still worth it. You are worth it! I love you, baby!”
“I love you too, Daddy!” she cooed. “So, so much!” She snuggled deeper into the crook of his neck, kissing him and resting her head on his shoulder, then sighed. “You really think Emma's going to be okay with this, when we tell her?”
“I think she's going to surprise you,” he replied after a moment. “I won't say there won't be a bit of an adjustment period...” Boy did he have that one right! “But she's been dropping hints for ages now, trying to tell me she thinks it's time I started dating again. She'll come around, once she sees how happy we make each other, and after she gets over the initial shock.”
“I hope so!” Zoe sighed. “The last thing in the world I want to do is to hurt her!”
“We just need to trust, baby,” Daddy said. “Who better could she possibly want me to be with, other than someone she already loves as much as she loves you?”
They started slowly kissing again, and I took that as my cue to skedaddle, before Zoe would come crawling back into my bed with me. I padded silently back to my room, closing my door behind me, just the way Zoe had left it. I desperately wanted to change my panties (mine were soaked, now!), but I'd have to just deal with it. I didn't have an identical pair, and changing them in the middle of the night would be way too suspicious if Zoe happened to notice.
I climbed back into bed, facing away, and tried to will myself to sleep. Turns out I'd been right to leave when I did, because Zoe was back in my room with me barely five minutes later. She paused for a moment after silently closing the door again, rustling quietly, which confused me until I realized she must have been changing back into the panties she'd been wearing when we'd gone to bed. She crawled in with me as carefully and quietly as she could, while I pretended to sleep. She smelled wet... not pussy-wet, but water-wet; she must have cleaned up in the bathroom on her way back. I just hoped she wouldn't be able to smell me! With my panties being so sticky and clingy, I felt like I had the olfactory equivalent of a flashing neon sign between my thighs. I expected it would be uncomfortable, too, likely keeping me up half the night, but clearly I'd underestimated just how tired and satisfied I was feeling after cumming so much. I was out like a light in moments, dreams of Daddy's huge, forbidden cock dancing temptingly through my mind as I drifted off to sleep.
The following day was bizarre for its normalcy. Daddy drove Zoe and me to our soccer game, which we won two to one, after which we dropped her off back at her place the same as always. I was torn about the idea of talking to him, of confessing what I'd seen, but I didn't know where to begin. In the end I chickened out, spending most of the day hiding from him in my room like a big old baby. I was laying in my bed that evening, on my front with my hand down between my thighs, my favourite position, just starting to work up a good head of steam when I heard the knocking on my door. I decided to ignore it, to pretend I was already asleep. I could not deal with talking to him right then, not when I'd just been dreaming of that thick, amazing cock of his drilling into me from behind, taking my virginity!
Unfortunately for me, Daddy didn't seem to be buying it. He opened my door, stepped inside, came over to sit on the side of my bed, gently stroking his fingers through my hair. This could not be happening! I still had my hand down my panties, for crying out loud, my fingers wet and sticky with my juices! And I couldn't even move it, not without giving up that I was awake!
“You can stop pretending, you know,” he said, bending down and giving me a kiss in my hair. “I've been watching you sleep almost your entire life. I know how to tell the difference when you're faking.”
“Hunh?” I murmured, feigning grogginess and squirming slightly in bed. He could claim he knew, but I wasn't giving up my act without a fight. At least my movement gave me a chance to get my hand out from between my legs without him noticing. “What's wrong.”
“Nothing's wrong, baby,” he said, kissing my hair again, slipping his hand down under the top of my blanket to rub between my shoulder blades the way he knew I liked. “We just need to talk a little, is all. I was hoping you'd come to me yourself... but with you hiding in your room all day, I feel like I need to tell you; I saw you, last night.”
“You did?” I gasped, my blood running cold. That moment when I'd thought he'd seen me... But that wasn't too bad, right? I'd backed away right after that, and it had only been for a moment anyways. He can't have seen much, only that I'd seen him with Zoe, and then I'd gone away.
“I did,” he kissed me again, his hand running a little lower, making me moan quietly despite my best effort not to. Daddy gives the best back massages! “And I'm sorry. Zoe and I always planned on telling you ourselves, but not for a couple of months yet, until we were ready to make it official and let people know. We didn't want to put you in a position where you'd feel like you had to lie for us. I'm sorry you had to find out the way you did.”
“It's okay,” I said, hoping like hell my slowly mounting blush wasn't actually as visible as it felt. Oh, God... why did he have to be touching me right now, while we talked about this? It was too much like I'd just been fantasizing about, only moments before. My body should not have been responding the way it was!
“Is it?” he asked, his hand down to my lower back now, nearly to the waistline of my panties under my sleep shirt. “Cause you can tell me, baby. If you're having a hard time with it.”
“I... think I'm starting to get used to the idea, at least a little,” I said, more or less honestly, my eyelids fluttering in pleasure at his touch. God knew I wasn't going to tell him the full truth, not about everything! But that was close enough.
“I'm glad to hear that, baby,” he said, kissing my hair again. Was it just me? Or had his voice sounded unusually growly, just then?
“Daddy!” I gasped in surprise, my eyes flashing open. His hand wasn't on my back anymore... it was most definitely on my butt! And not only that, but he was squeezing and massaging it, too! “What are you doing?” I squealed, trying to roll away. But his grip on me was too firm, holding me in place.
“Only what I know you want me to, baby,” he purred, tracing kisses gently down through my hair, finding my ear, taking my lobe carefully between his lips and beginning to suck. I moaned, eyelids fluttering closed once more. God, that felt good! Why did that feel so good? Nobody had ever done that for me before, and it felt amazing! “I'm afraid I not only saw you last night, sweetheart. I saw what you were doing, while you were standing there in the hall, watching us. And more to the point... I saw the look in your eyes, as you were doing it.”
“Oh, God...” I trembled, biting my lip. I don't know if I was more afraid of what he might do next... or more afraid that he might not! But I didn't have to wait long. His hand was moving again, down below the hem of my shirt, then tracing slowly back up along the inside of my thigh... I couldn't help myself, it was like my body was moving all on its own, without waiting for permission from my brain. I lifted my butt for him, spreading my thighs, giving him better access as his hand finally found its way to my pussy, cupping me and giving me a soft, slow squeeze through my panties.
“My, but aren't we a wet little thing?” he purred appreciatively, directly into my ear. All I could do was moan, as he began gently rubbing his fingers up and down my lips through the soft, thin fabric. I don't know how long it lasted... two minutes, a million years... Not long enough. But then he was moving, taking his hand away, and I nearly broke down and cried in my need. Only, suddenly my blankets were down by my ankles, his fingers under the waistband of my panties, yanking them down to my knees. Before I could find my voice he was above me, knees on either side of my hips. And this time when he rubbed my pussy, he was no longer using his hand!
I couldn't believe it. He wasn't actually going to do it! Not to his own teenage daughter! But then he was. God! He was pushing himself against my lips, just a little at a time, his hot, firm cockhead carefully teasing me open—and he hadn't even asked, first! He was just taking me, taking away my choice... and it was hotter than I ever could have imagined! Knowing that he just had to have me, to make me his—so much that he couldn't even wait for my permission, first! Only... I kind of had given it to him, hadn't I? Lifting my ass, spreading my thighs until my panties were stretched tight between my knees... moaning for it like a bitch in heat, which is precisely what I had become! Oh, I wanted it alright... and he knew it! He was reading my body like a book! But he was going so frustratingly, painstakingly slowly—I wanted him inside me already, God dammit! But I had to trust that he knew what he was doing. And every so often, as I momentarily winced in pain and he backed off a little to give me more time to adjust, I knew he was taking it slow for a reason.
He finally coaxed me wide enough open for him to get his head inside, and after that it was easier. Not to say it wasn't still a stretch! God, was it ever! Nor was progress entirely without moments of pain. But once he was actually able to start fucking me a little, the pleasure more than compensated. And there were other improvements, too. No longer needing his hand to guide himself in meant he was able to lay down on top of me, supporting himself on his elbows and reaching in underneath me to start playing with my boobs. I can't even begin to say how relieved I was, that he seemed to like them so much! My shirt had to come off immediately, of course! He actually laughed at me, I was in such an obvious and clumsy hurry, which I was self-conscious about at first. But then I started to laugh too, and he kissed my cheek, and cuddled me, and he took off his shirt, too, and squeezed my boobs some more, and it only got better from there.
He couldn't have been even halfway inside yet, the first time he made me cum, which was just plain ridiculous. It was a strong one, too! And so different, compared to what I was used to! I'd tried fingering myself, of course I had, just to see what all the fuss was about... but I'd never really understood the appeal. Playing with my clitty worked so much better for me, so that was what I'd always done; fingering myself, when I did it at all, was just a convenient source of lubrication. But this... this was something else entirely. It wasn't better, or worse... just different. Like my orgasm was originating in an entirely different spot, but still expanding outwards to fill me up the same as the ones I was used to did. Which made sense, really, once it was over and I had the presence of mind to think about it, since that was exactly what was happening.
Daddy gave me a moment to recover first, kissing and nibbling, then it was time to start again. I tried to just go with the flow, letting him be my guide. He was almost all the way in when my second one hit... and I think I actually scared him a little, an especially strong shake of my legs sending me bouncing upwards from the bed, pushing myself the rest of the way onto him all at once. And I'll admit, I howled a little when it happened... but that had more to do with surprise and how intense the orgasm was, rather than the actual pain. He felt bad about it... too much so, in fact, to the point where I actually had to threaten what I was going to do to him if he didn't stop apologizing and get back to doing me again, already! We had a good, long laugh at that, but I got my way. It wasn't long before he was literally pounding me down into the mattress, making a God-awful racket with the bed springs as he bounced me ruthlessly up and down onto his cock!
All told, I'm pretty sure I gave Zoe a run for her money. Not that I could swear to it... I stopped counting at number five. After that, I was just trying to keep enough breath in my lungs to keep from passing out! I remember the last one, though. Boy, do I ever! I'd just barely finished another one of my own, maybe twenty seconds previously, when all of a sudden Daddy's grunting and groaning took on a whole new intensity. There was a sudden, hugely violent thrust of his cock, driving my breath from my lungs as he bore me down into the bed, accompanied by a sudden heat deep inside me. I panicked for a moment, afraid that he must have finally torn something in me, and that I was feeling my own blood... only there was no pain. Then it happened again, another huge thrust, another pulse of heat. That was when it clicked. And I swear, the orgasm arrived completely out of nowhere, just like flipping a switch! One second I'm fine, the next I'm screaming bloody murder, kicking and clawing at the sheets, desperately trying to get away, anything to escape from the absolutely mind-blowing intensity of experiencing that much concentrated pleasure all at once!
We came down slowly, chests heaving, sweating like somebody had poured it on us. I'm sure I had just the stupidest, most ridiculous shit-eating grin on my face, revelling in the feeling of what Daddy had just done to me. But as my brain slowly started working again, I gradually remembered what that feeling deep inside of me actually meant. And I'm ashamed to say... I may have freaked out, just a little.
“Oh my God! Daddy... did you really just cum in me?” I asked stupidly. My only defence is that getting my brain back in gear was still a work in progress at that point.
“Uh hunh!” he mumbled, kissing my shoulder. At least I wasn't the only one who was still mostly out of it.
“No, Daddy, you can't!” I wailed. Little late there, dummy! “You know I'm not on birth control, like Zoe is! What if you get me pregnant?”
“What if I do?” he asked, as if it were the most reasonable thing in the world.
“B-but...” I stammered.
“What do you want to be when you grow up, little girl?” he interrupted, kissing my cheek.
“What?” I exclaimed, so confused by that point I hardly knew what he was saying.
“What do you want to be, little girl? What have you always said you wanted to be?” he repeated. And then I got it, the memory coming back. Or memories, more accurately. Time after time, Mom and Daddy had asked me that when I was little. And every time, as far back as I could remember, my answer had always been the same.
“A mommy,” I whispered back.
“Has that changed?” he asked, softly, lovingly, holding me tight in his arms, his hot, potent seed still pooled deep up inside of me, oozing slowly deeper even as we lay there, up into my fertile, unprotected teenage womb.
It hadn't changed. I hadn't been expecting it this early, is all. And definitely not with my own Daddy (if not my biological one) as the father! But I still wanted to be a mommy more than I wanted anything... preferably the stay at home variety, just like Mom had been. And expected or not, now that it was an actual possibility... there was no one on earth I'd rather share this with than him.
I shook my head, smiling shyly.
“Good girl!” he praised me again, kissing my cheek. Then kissing me again, and again, and again, working slowly closer to the corner of my mouth... It wasn't exactly the most convenient position I could have imagined, requiring me to twist around to meet him over my shoulder, but my God, was Daddy ever a good kisser!
He eventually pulled himself off and out of me, and helped me to my feet. I was nearly falling over in his arms, but somehow he got me into the bathroom and under the shower, letting me collapse into his chest and wrapping me in his arms as he rinsed off the worst of our sweat and sex. I was embarrassed, and more than a little disgusted, when he told me I had to pee. But when he told me peeing after sex was the best and easiest way to avoid getting a UTI, and that I had the choice to either do it in the shower with his help holding me up, or to struggle my way out onto the toilet by myself, I picked the option that wouldn't result in me falling over and cracking my head open on the side of the tub.
We got out and he dried us off, then he took me into his room and we got into bed. We could deal with my sheets in the morning; I wouldn't be sleeping in there anymore anyways, he said, which sounded good to me.
“What about Zoe?” I finally asked, snuggling my cheek comfortably down onto his biceps as he cuddled in behind me, his arm wrapped around me, his hand possessively cupping my breast.
“Well now, that depends on you, baby. Tell me... how do you feel about the idea of eating your best friend's pussy, while it's your turn getting fucked?” he asked, and I didn't even need to turn to look at him to know he was grinning evilly as he said it.
“As long as she's willing to do the same for me, when it's her turn!” I quipped, my cheeks bursting into a brilliant red blush as I realized what I'd just said. At least it was dark enough in Daddy's room that he wouldn't be able to see. But that didn't stop him from laughing, pinching my nipple and making me squeak.
“Seriously though, Daddy...” I continued shyly. “I've never really thought about it, before now. But... I'll do anything for you. I hope you know that. So if you want me to eat Zoe's pussy for you while you're fucking me... then that's what I'll do! I'm just worried how she's going to react, after getting to have you all to herself, and then suddenly finding out that now she has to share!”
“Oh, I think she may surprise you, baby,” he chuckled cryptically, softly kissing the back of my neck, echoing what he'd said to Zoe about me. Oh my God... had Zoe said something to him? I was more than willing, as long as it would make Daddy happy... but did she actually want to have sex with me, just for herself? That seemed to be what Daddy was implying. “You can give her a call tomorrow, and ask her to come over. Just promise me that you won't rub it in that you're getting to sleep with me already, while she still has to wait.”
“She doesn't, you know,” I corrected. “Now that I know, I mean. She'll still have to wait until she can move in, of course. But on sleepover nights, there's no reason all three of us can't sleep together, from here on out.”
“That is an excellent point...” He chuckled, slowly shaking his head. “I must be more tired than I realized, not to have put that together that myself.”
“Well, you did just give yourself one hell of a workout, tonight!” I giggled, blushing as I thought back to everything he'd done to me. “I think we can forgive you if you're not completely at the top of your game at the moment.”
He laughed, and pinched my nipple again, and we soon settled down to sleep. I could hardly believe the changes that the last twenty-four hours had brought into my life... but with Daddy cuddled up behind me, his arm wrapped around me so tight, making me feel so warm, and safe, and loved... nothing could have been better.
Except... maybe if Zoe had been there, too, I wondered? Maybe snuggled up in front of me, snoring so cutely the way she did sometimes, with her face smooshed down between my boobs?
I smiled silently, closing my eyes and allowing my mind to drift, knowing that I'd be finding out for myself soon enough.
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