Daddy's Boxers
By: Andy Nonimose

Sometimes when we're laying on the couch and watching TV, the pillows just won't do. They're either too firm, or too flat, or too cold! Those are the times when it's best to rest my head on Daddy's lap, even if he's in his boxers. The way Daddy's fingers run through my headfur and rub my ears while we watch whatever happens to catch his interest, it's like its own little slice of heaven had found its way to Earth. That combined with the warmth of his lap, and the scent of his fur, has led to my waking up in bed without even realizing I'd drifted off more than a fair share of times.

Tonight started off like any other night: I got home from school, worked on homework til Daddy got home, ate dinner (potato soup, my favorite!), and then changed into my night shirt to settle down for bed. Daddy was already sitting in his boxers on the couch and flipping through channels as I came out of my bedroom and into the living room. He liked to keep the house cold, even during the Winter, and tonight was no exception, so I climbed up on the couch with him and gave him a big hug and a smooch before pulling the blanket off the back of the couch and settling in.

Just like clockwork, his fingers began to stroke through my headfur, rubbing between and along my ears as we talked about each other's days. Well, it was mostly him talking about his day as Daddy's little girl listened, since there's only so much you can talk about when you're in the fifth grade. Even still, whenever I spoke up he looked like he was totally focused on whatever I had to say, like he'd miss out on the biggest secret in the world if he let something else distract him. The shows slowly started to blend together as the conversation and head rubs continued on, and then when there was nothing left to say the head rubs kept going and the world continued to blur until eventually...

The head rubs gave way to soft snoring above me. This was one of those nights where work left him so drained that he managed to fall asleep before he could scoop me off to my bed for the night. Usually that meant I could maybe get one or two more shows in before he'd wake back up and notice I hadn't gone to bed like a good little girl, but first I wanted to make sure he wasn't playing possum to see what I'd do (he did that a few times, and I got in trouble if I didn't go to bed!). Gently, I prodded the silver fur of his belly and rolled over to look up for a reaction. Nothing but snores. An idea crept into my head as I caught a glimpse of silver poking out of the side of his boxer flap. "Daddy? Daddy..." I whispered as I prodded at the silver fur from the side of his boxers. A soft rumble, a slight shift forward, but still more snoring. I looked back down and saw a bit of pink poking up from the now-exposed sheef.

At this point my curiosity is burning as bright as ever, and I poke ever-so-lightly at the pink spot. A clear thread connects my fingertip and the spot and it pokes out a bit further! I stifle a giggle as I pull my fingertip up to my nose and give it a sniff. It smells like Daddy, but a lot stronger. For some reason, this causes my thighs to rub together and my privates to get tingly. Usually I rub myself on my plushies when I get tingly, but instead I lick my fingertip clean and go in for a closer sniff. Daddy seems to like it a lot as he rumbles softly and more and more pink slips out into the cool air of the living room. My hips squirm more and more as I take in his scent and even give him a lick or two to help clean up the clear stuff that was dribbling all over the place. My fur between my thighs starts to get wet as the tingling gets unbearable. I have to do something, and the plushies in my room are so far away!

Then it clicks...Daddy's pink thing is big enough to rub on, and he's too hard of a sleeper to notice if I'm careful, so why not use that? Slowly getting up from the blanket, I crawl on top of his lap and pull up my purple night shirt to my chest. Taking a moment to admire the fact that Daddy and I both have the same pattern of black and silver fur on our legs and bellies, I press my privates up close to his and let out a soft groan. My tail curls up over my muzzle to try and keep quiet as I look up at Daddy's face, making sure he's still sawing away before I even dare to move. He stirs just a tiny bit before laying his head against the back of the couch and snoring harder. 

I try to wait a bit more just in case, but he's so much warmer than my plushies and I start to fidget, and the fidgeting leads to squirming, and soon I'm grinding on his thingie like one of my plushies. It feels so good! My hips slowly guide my lips back and forth over his warm length, occasionally squirming hard and letting out a muffled moan when Daddy's tickly sheef fur brushes against my privates. I try not to wake him with all the extra noise by shifting up just a bit further from his sheef, letting the tip drag between my lips and squirt more clear stuff in them. That felt *really* good. So good that I let go of one side of my night shirt and used my paw to guide the tip up while I rubbed, until it was just the tip I was rubbing on my privates.

Then out of the blue, Daddy let out a soft grunt and shifted, making him poke up inside me! It took all I had to not whimper out as his tapered tip pushed in and I felt something like I got a scratch in my privates. As I calmed down a bit more, the scratch feeling went away and all I felt was how warm he was inside me, and I wanted to see how much of his thingie I could fit in there. Letting go of the other side of my shirt, I braced myself on Daddy's arms and laid my head on his chest as my bottom pushed down slow. I let out another stifled groan as I felt him twitch in me, keeping my tail wrapped tight around my muzzle. Further and further I kept pushing until I felt his tip push up against something in me and I stopped to stifle antoher groan. Reaching down under my shirt, I felt around to see just how far I made it. My paw brushed up over boxers, sheef, a big ball at the top of the sheef (bigger than my paw!), and three fingers' width of space between the ball and my privates. How could Daddy fit all this in his boxers?

There was no way I could fit this all in me, so I started to lift up so I could rub myself til the tingles went away, but the feeling of his thingie dragging and squirting in me made my bottom drop back down. Daddy really seemed to like it too, as he rumbled more between snores and I could feel him squirt harder inside me. I tried the same motion a couple more times and felt the tingle get more and more intense, and it felt like he was getting bigger with how tight my insides were squeezing him. My legs and bottom kept going until I started to see the stars. The stars usually meant my tingles were about to go away and I could go to bed. Then I felt Daddy start to lift up a bit more and he huffed out a hearty grunt, hunching forward a bit as I felt him squirt a whole bunch of really warm stuff inside me while I kept moving, and all I could see was the stars while my insides did their squeeze and squirm like when I do the plushie rub, but a whole lot better!

I felt his hot stuff running out of me and down my leg fur as the stars went away, and I froze for a moment as I finally noticed that he stopped snoring. The clock on the wall ticked away for what seemed like forever, but after about three minutes, his breathing finally turned from huffs to snores, and I knew I was safe. Slowly, I tried to lift myself up off his thingie, and my legs felt like jello. I held onto Daddy's fur as I braced myself and pushed up, shivering softly as his warm thingie fell out of my privates and the cold air of the living room hit my lips. I pushed my night shirt down as low as I could before getting off of his lap and the couch. As my claws hit the carpet, I wobbled a bit, trying to get my balance. Daddy must've gotten cold too, as he pulled his arms and legs in a bit closer to himself. I pulled the blanket up over him and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek before wobbling my way to bed. He relaxed quite a bit as he snuggled into the blanket, mumbling a soft, 'Nnnnnt...Annie...' before snoring away hard again. I felt his warm stuff running down my legs as I wobbled, so I tried to keep my thighs together as much as possible in case it dripped on the carpet on the way to my room, which made walking all the more awkward. I ended up leaning against the walls of the hallway as I stumbled my way into my sheets. As I settled in, I dipped my paw into my privates and pulled it up for another sniff. This smelled so much better than Daddy's boxers. Maybe I can do this another night!