I had a traumatic awakening. I was being crushed, stifled, and reamed.
Tom was partially lying on me, still impaled in me. Hence also the crushing and stifling. Apparently, His erection was not through sexual arousal, though -- which was disappointing, but because He needed a pee. I didn't know that sort of thing happened.
I felt weak, battered, sore, sated and smug. In the course of some fifteen or sixteen hours, I had transformed from a vaguely inquisitive virgin to a well-fucked, multi-orgasmic tart. Well maybe not actually a tart -- I supposed -- but certainly Tom's sex toy, His bitch -- His mistress!
I managed to push Him off me, which was a miracle in its own right, as I felt so weak.
I had enough energy and libido to suck His cock clean after He slid out of me. It seemed such a nasty thing to do, that I was panting and close to another orgasm by the time I finished. He was still asleep. Then I socketed Him into my almost too sore pussy, and jacked myself off on Him to a gentle climax -- took all of a minute -- maybe.
I licked Him clean again. He remained asleep.
Perhaps I am a tart?
I stumbled half asleep across the landing to the bathroom, my pussy and nipples still zinging from my quickie, and my thighs gleaming from my lubricant; and found my dad already in there ready for a shower.
I went straight up to him, ignoring the fact that we were both naked -- and hugged him, left arm around his waist, right hand stroking his left bum cheek, and kissed all over his chest, the way I adore kissing Tom's.
"Morning Daddy. Thank you for last night."
"You shouldn't be in here with me like this Kari. We're both naked, and that's not right."
I squeezed him with arms and hands, "Oh pooh! Who cares anything about that?"
"Well, your Mum and brother might think it's odd."
"I'm sure they wouldn't be worried, Daddy! I'm a woman now, not a little girl. And growing up brings us special privileges. And the one I want to use now is the one where I can hug my Daddy, 'cause he's so special, and good to me!"
"Well, I don't think Tommy will be too happy. After all, he has just got you, and now it could seem to him that you have tossed him away after you've had your wicked way with him."
"Oh, don't worry about Him. I've shown Him that I'm His -- through and through. But we have agreed that we have to be careful not to be too exclusive, and ignore others, like Gran and the rest of you. Even so, I've had a wonderful time. Tom's a nice man."
He stroked my hair, as I looked up into his eyes. "I'm glad you had a good time, Karen. And he's been treating you well?"
"Oh yes, Daddy! His kisses are fantastic. I didn't think that I could take His cock, as I've never had one inside me, but we got it to fit -- and now He feels so wonderful inside me, I just want to keep cumming!"
"Um ... hem ... Ah ... I'm glad you're getting on so well together. You sounded like you were enjoying yourself last night."
"Oh yes! But ... I ... I think I might have been a bit rude to Mummy when she came in, but I was just working up to what felt was going to be a squirter, and I didn't want to disappoint Tom."
As I talked to him, and without conscious intent, I found myself rubbing my boobs into his stomach as I squeezed his bum and continued slowly and lovingly kissing his chest -- just the way I loved doing it with Tom. Daddy just stood there, sighed heavily, then wrapped his arms around my shoulders, lowered his head and pressing his lips in, kissed the top of my head.
Goodness knows what I smelt like, but it must have had some of that high sex chemical thing going on in it, because his willy got all stiff. I felt it on my chest, under my boobs.
I reached up to pull his head down to my lips, kissed him, and I stroked his stiffie. I was too wrapped up in him to wonder why he didn't 'fend me off'.
"I love you Daddy." Kiss -- and a squeeze of his willy (not a 'kissie' kiss. It, and the rest, were proper -- tongue-swapping snoggy kisses.) "And I love Tom." Snog "He's wonderful." Snog "I can understand why Mummy fell in love with you. You're all so easy to love." Snog.
"Thank you, Karen. It's very nice of you to say that."
"Come on Daddy, let's get in the shower, then we can wash each other. I'm sorry, but I know we can't have sex, because it's wrong or something, however nice you can make it. But still, you have Mummy and I have Tom, but we can get each other nice and clean. OK?"
And holding his stiffie, I led him into the shower.
I handed him the shampoo, and turned my back to him, and as he gently massaged the shampoo into my hair, I leant back against him and retained my squeezing hold on his penis. It all felt so wonderful: - the feel of the water falling all over me; Daddy gently massaging the shampoo through my hair; his huge solidity pressed to my back; and his softly rigid erection as I twisted my hand around it and dragged my hand backwards and forwards along it.
I sighed in contentment, turned my face up to Daddy's, and pulled him down for a kiss, and squeezed his penis as we did.
"Oh, Daddy, this all feels so nice. I wish we could have started doing this years ago!"
Then, while I was still leaning back against him, he started washing my front, I continued holding him, and told him that he needed to do a good job on my nipples and pussy, as I wanted Tom to lick me all over when I got back in bed with Him. Daddy did as I asked, and his big hands felt wonderful even though my boobs didn't come near to filling them, and his finger and thumb squeezed on each of my nipples so nicely that I squeezed his penis tighter as he washed me. He seemed a bit hesitant about washing my pussy, as he probably thought I was a bit delicate 'down there'. So, I made sure he understood the way I wanted him to wash me, by putting his hand on my pussy and squeezing it against me. It worked very well, as he did such a good job with the washing, that I felt sparkly clean and ready to go back to Tom. And I even had a wonderful little orgasm as Daddy used his fingers to clean the inside of my pussy as we kissed. I like his kisses almost as much as Tom's.