*Oghma here! I'm glad you all enjoyed chapter one, so here's part 2 for your reading pleasure. There's still a lot more in store for Owen and Brigid Leigh, and I hope you all will tune in for the rest of it. Fair warning: Unrealistic sizes and excessive ejaculations ahead.*
***Disclaimer: All persons depicted within are 18 years or older***
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Owen felt the sun bearing down on him, an unbearable light shining onto his closed eyelids that awoke him from his slumber. At first, he let out a groan of annoyance, as he felt he had been awakened far too early. However, he soon felt a soft, wet sensation in his lower body, engulfing his manhood in a warm trap of sheer pleasure. His eyes slowly opened, peering down. In-between his legs was Brigid, lovingly sucking on his cock. "Good morning..." he said softly, snapping Brigid out of her trance. She pulled off his cock, a string of saliva still connecting the two of them together.
"Good morning Daddy!" she purred, placing a kiss on the large tip of his cock. "Did you sleep well?"
"You know I did." He chuckled, gesturing at Brigid to come closer to him. She eagerly obliged and crawled forward until their faces were inches apart. "Didn't you get enough last night?" he joked, before planting a kiss on her lips.
"Mmmph" Brigid mumbled through their joined lips, breaking off between kisses to answer him. "I couldn't-mmm-help it, your morning wood-mmm-looked so yummy-mmm-I just had to have a little taste." They kissed passionately for a few minutes, their tongues lovingly exploring each other's mouths. Finally, they parted, with Brigid planting one last tender peck on Owen's lips. "Besides..." she cooed teasingly. "Last night was the most incredible night of my life...I don't think I ever came so much before! I just couldn't wait to have you inside me again. "she looked longingly into Owen's eyes, pursing her lips in a pleading pout. "Didn't you like it too Daddy?"
"Oh sweetie!" he soothed, planting a kiss on her forehead and stroking her hair. "Of course I did! I'm just a little worried about you. We did it so many times, I was worried you might be too sore."
"Don't worry about me Daddy..." Brigid purred, sitting upright and moving her hips to rub her mound against his lap. "I'm totally-ow!" she winced as she felt a sudden twinge of pain in her pussy, quickly rolling over to take pressure off. Owen chuckled a little at the spectacle.
"Are you alright sweetie?" he asked soothingly, reaching over to stroke her hair.
"It's your fault you know." She said in a teasing whine, putting on another pout. "That big 'ole monster cock of yours ruined my tight little pussy."
"You didn't seem to think so last night." Owen laughed, helping her to her feet. "Don't worry blossom." He reassured her. "We have all week to enjoy ourselves. It's okay to pace yourself.
"Okay Daddy..." she sighed. Brigid knew he was right, but still...she couldn't help but feel at least a little defeated.
"Can you walk blossom?" he asked, again using that pet name.
"I think so." She replied, spreading her legs a little bit so her tender areas wouldn't rub against each other. She tried a few steps, managing to make it to the edge of the room with a somewhat bowlegged gait. Owen stifled a laugh, not wanting to make her feel self-conscious. Still, he walked over and draped his arm around her, out of both affection and the need to support her.
"How about I make us breakfast?" he offered as he helped her to her dresser.
"Sounds great Daddy." She replied with a smile. "Can you make- "
"Waffles?" he laughed knowing exactly what she would say. "Sure Brigid."
"You can go ahead of me." She said, propping herself up on the dresser. Owen had to admit, she looked enticing right now leaning forward with her legs spread open. He held himself back, he'd done enough damage. "I have a little outfit I want to show you..." she purred with a wink.
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Owen stirred rapidly, making the batter nice and consistent. As the last of the lumps disappeared, he reached into the nearby bag and pulled out a fistful of chocolate chips. Gently, he sprinkled them in and stirred until the chips were evenly distributed through the batter. When he was fully satisfied with his work, he carried the bowl over to the waffle iron. Already, the PAM had begun to sizzle and evaporate. He gently poured the batter into the iron until every nook and cranny of the grid had been filled and an even pool of batter bubbled on the top. He then closed the lid and let the concoction begin to cook. With a moment of free time, he turned his attention to the strawberries on the cutting board, he only had a few minutes to slice them up just the way she liked them, and he wasn't going to waste the opportunity.
Brigid fumbled through the bra drawer, desperately searching for the perfect one. It was kind of funny, she was only going downstairs for breakfast with her dad, and yet here she was fretting about what to wear like a prom date. It didn't help that most of the ones she had were rather plain (It was hard to get anything in her size at all). Finally, she came across the one she was looking for: her red silk plunge push-up. She hadn't worn it in a while, she saved up for months to buy it and thus only dug it out for special occasions. This certainly qualified. Carefully helped herself into it. The bra clutched tightly, pushing her ample cleavage up even more than it would normally, yet still held strong when the clasps were fastened. She let out an exasperated sigh, it seemed that she had already outgrown a KK cup. At least it could still fit. Now she just needed to figure out what panties to wear...