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Crazy Cassie Ch. 02

By: ShinaRyun



It took a couple of hours for Cassie to wake up...time that I spent doing not a damn thing. Way too horny to even think about sleep, too worried about pressuring Cassie to wake her up, or abuse her while she slept.

Well...not entirely true. I didn't exactly abuse her, but after what we did, with her passed out right next to me, almost naked, plastered in gallons of my sperm...I couldn't do nothing. Between my unrelenting hard-on and my years of self-denial, I had to take advantage of the situation.

I did not fuck her; believe me, I was drooling at the thought of taking her virginity, but I wanted that moment to be a bit more special than this. I was discovering that my paternal love for Cassie could adjust suspiciously quickly to encompass deeply sexual lust...a somewhat disturbing thought, but not enough to make me reconsider this course. My daughter was to be my lover, and suspicions or not, that was not going to change.

With sex on hold until she woke up, I still had plenty to amuse myself with...namely her breasts. I'm not sure if I've made it abundantly clear yet, but I fucking love breasts, big ones most of all. I'll get my time's worth out of every part of a female body, but big, jiggly breasts are my favorite, my raison d'être, the foci of my lust, narrowly edging out fat tummies and fat pussies. Cassie's breasts were mesmerizing, like two flawless, thickly-frosted globes of creamy pudding I wanted to eat all night...so I did. I got her flat on her back, propped myself over her, got my cock comfy between her calves and let my hands and mouth do whatever they wanted with those two swollen orbs of mammary perfection.

I smeared jizz into her skin like gooey lotion and licked those fat-tipped tits until they were stiff enough to bounce a quarter off of (a test I did not perform at that time). I squeezed her nipples together and sucked them both at once, so perky and thick that they almost filled my mouth all on their own; I did just that for a whole hour and every second was blissful. I massaged her areoles with lips, tongue, and fingers until they swelled up from the masses of her breasts like broad, shallow, rose-colored hills capped by her huge peaks. I purposefully drooled over them, spat on them, bounced and jiggled them in my hands and flicked them with my tongue. I made those breasts my chew toys and I loved every fucking second of it. I could have made myself cum twice without touching my dick, if Cassie had been awake to give me the moans and whimpers accompanying my play.

I only paused twice: once when it occurred to me that I was falling back into my old addictive habits of focusing on sex and sexuality, and again when I realized that that was fine with me. After eighteen years of celibacy, frankly, I was ready to fuck until I died, and if Cassie was happy with being my daughter and my cum-slut, well, so much the better. The way she had orgasmed every time I busted a nut on her was strong evidence that she was as naturally addicted to good sperm as her mother was; that's a damn good sign for me.

It was three in the morning when she came to, blinking her turquoise eyes slowly and groaning quietly as she shifted and started pushing herself up. The sound her body made as she lifted off the sticky sheets was amazing, like wet velcro pulling apart; all the cum I'd hosed her in had set in, getting sticky and tacky. It was still reasonably slick on her breasts, thanks to my constant movement over them and my mouth vacuuming over them.

"Daddy?" She groaned softly, blinking at me as I rested beside her. "What...?" She mumbled before her eyes wandered past my face and took in the rest of my naked body and the ruined bedroom. Recognition flashed across her features and she smiled happily, leaning over against me and humming warmly. "Mmmf...was I dreaming, Daddy, or did we make a big mess together?"

"You weren't dreaming, babygirl," I murmured as I hugged her close, kissing the top of her head and giving her left breast a little squeeze to show that we really had made the change from just parent and child to lovers as well. She hummed and shifted against me at the squeeze, a hand wandering over and resting lightly on my cock, stroking it like one of her pet cats.

"Daddy?"

"Yea, babygirl?"

"Are we...are we really going to have sex?"

"Mhm," I hummed, nodding and kissing her head again. My dick throbbed heavily beneath her hand; I could almost hear it revving like a throttle every time she touched it, eager to get going. "Not right now. Right now, I want to get you into a shower and then get us to bed...you've been through a lot tonight, and sex with me is not a spur of the moment occurrence. There are preparations I want to make first," I rumbled softly as I hugged her close, meaning every word. I was almost desperate to split that pussy on my spear, but I knew that if I hurt Cassie more than necessary, I would never forgive myself. Taking her virginity with a cock thicker than her arm and almost as long would definitely hurt her without some prep work.

"Mmmmh," she whined softly, squirming a bit and squeezing my dick petulantly. "But Daddy...why can't we have sex now?"

"Because I want that soft little cunt of yours to stay in one piece after I'm done," I explained with a chuckle. "And because we really do need to clean up. I promise you, you do not want to let my cum sit in your hair and fur overnight...not unless you want to have to shave it off tomorrow."

That did the trick, making Cassie wake up a little more; she's very proud of her long black hair and even more so of her cow-fur arms and legs. She certainly looked good with them, like she was always wearing black and white stockings and long gloves; pretty fucking sexy. "So how do we clean it out, Daddy?" She asked, sufficiently interested.

"Bath," I grunted, scooping her plump body up and pushing up onto my hooves, sighing as I felt old jizz tug on my skin and fur, muscles and testicles pleasurably sore. Cassie was still too tired to protest, curling up against my chest and nuzzling close as I carried her into my bathroom. A massive, deep bathtub filled a wall and two corners of the room, a custom job that had set me back far more than my car had; worth it, though, when it let me wash up and soak after a tiring day, or clean cum from behind my daughter's ears. I stepped in and bumped a panel with my elbow as I knelt down, and jets all around the tub started blasting warm water across Cassie and I both. I didn't plug the drain yet, wanting to actually get clean instead of making a cum-soup to soak in.

"Mmmm...'s nice," Cassie said as she squirmed under the jets; I let her go into the tub, guessing correctly that the water would invigorate her and wake her up. She made me chuckle when she knelt in front of one of the jets and started trying to rinse herself off; the water made my cum soften like warm wax, but it didn't exactly wash off.

"You could try that until dawn, babygirl, and it's not going to help," I chuckled, grabbing a brick of grey soap off the side of the tub. "Here," I grunted, lathering up my hands and then spreading them over her sticky back; a few scrubs and even the half-set spunk coating her back like caramel dissolved and sloughed off, leaving her creamy skin smooth and clean.

"Ohh, that's better, Daddy," she mooed, leaning back into my hands and giggling a little. "Are you going to wash me every time you make me sticky?"

"I'll have days where washing you WILL make you sticky," I chuckled ruefully; seeing Cassie with soap suds dripping down her back was inspiring plenty of perverse thoughts, and my dick was only too happy to start drooling precum like a leaky faucet. Fortunately, the slimy substance was easier to clean off, running down the drain with the mixed water, cum, and soap that dripped off of my hands and Cassie's back.

"Oh yeah?" She asked, looking back at me with a coy smile and licking her lips with a sultry slowness that made my mouth dry, imagining what that long tongue could do once I'd trained it. "You mean, we'll have sex here?"

"Babygirl," I rumbled as I steadfastly washed her back, "There's not a room in this house, not a single piece of furniture, not a square foot of floor or wall or reasonably level surface that we won't have sex on. But," I said with a grin, "That's not quite what I meant. I meant that eventually, I'm going to fill this whole bathtub with my cum and let you wash yourself in it."

"Really?" She breathed, staring at me with her mouth open in shock. "Y-You can do that?"

I snorted and scrubbed around her shoulders. "Your mother didn't tell you about that, eh? I'm not surprised; she usually went so crazy once I started that she barely remembered anything while it happened. Nevertheless, babygirl, I promise that I can fill this tub to overflowing, and that someday soon you will be able to completely soak yourself in it. Speaking of which," I muttered, glancing down as more cum melted off her body, exposing black and white fur on her shoulder and the waistband of the panties she still wore. "Babygirl, we need to get you out of those...they can't be that comfortable, with how wet they must be."

She blinked, looked where I was looking, and gasped before laughing musically...I say musically because frankly, I could have gotten up and danced any time Cassie laughed. "Oh gods, I completely forgot about my panties! I'm so warm and tingly down there, I haven't even thought about them!" She pushed up on her knees, slipped her sodden panties off her hips and over her round, jiggly ass, then leaned back and sat down to slide them off her legs. Behind her, I just watched in fucking awe as that juicy ass wobbled and swayed, and then plopped down on the bathtub floor, squeezed and spread, wet and sudsy...

Yeah. Priority one once she was able to take my dick was oiling her up and fucking that fat ass. It was intensely frustrating, thinking of every little thing I wanted to do with Cassie, every nasty kink and perverse twist, and still having to hold them back because, well...seven foot tall deviant goat-man, five foot tall virgin cow-girl...massive dick, tight little holes...it ain't fucking rocket science.

"Daddy?" Cassie murmured, breaking me out of my internal grumbling. "What kind of soap is this?"

"Ah!" I exclaimed, happy to have a topic to talk about that wouldn't make me want to destroy my daughter's body. "I sent a few samples of my sperm to a lab that makes specialty cleaners, asked for a soap that could clean it off without harming the rest of the body. And it even comes in green tea scent," I chuckled as I refocused on washing Cassie. The soap did wonders to melt the sperm out of her fur, left thick trails of suds and bubbles and made her as slippery as a dolphin in a lube factory. I had her back and arms clean, and started working gently around her neck when she spoke.

"Mmm...I really like it. It smells like you," she murmured, leaning her head back to let me wash over her throat, eventually scooting back to press against me. I was still smeared with my own spunk, but I sure as hell wasn't about to try to get her away. Besides, it put me in position to start scrubbing around her sides, the plush, soft swells of her belly and waist like putty in my hands.

I have had my fair share of toned, lean women and frankly, I never really understood the appeal. So they're healthy, and prefer to keep their bodies in fit condition; doesn't make it any better when you don't have shit to grab onto in bed. I'll go for the curvy, chubby, voluptuous, FAT woman over Workout Barbie any day of the week.

"Mmmmm...that's really good, Daddy," Cassie hummed as I washed over her tummy, flesh spreading up between my fingers, so soft and pliant that you would never guess how strong her core really was.

"Feeling's mutual, babygirl," I rumbled in her ear, pulse climbing as I lathered over her pudgy midriff, trying to remind myself that I had a job to do. Of course, once I finished scrubbing the spunk off her belly, I had a whole new conundrum to deal with: reach up and scrub her breasts, or down and wash her mound? Either way, I knew my dick would take far too much interest to keep me focused on the job...but, as ever, Cassie had an idea to help, turning her head to see me once my hands paused on her waist.

"Daddy," she murmured, shifting against my lap and sliding her slick rear against my cock, my fat length pushed over my right thigh to keep it out of the way and leaking down the drain. "If you're worried about what'll happen once you start washing my hot bits...why don't I practice with my mouth, and you can wash me at the same time? I know your arms will reach, if we get in the right position."

"Hmmm...yeah," I replied slowly, nodding my horned head and gradually pushing up onto my knees. "Try lying down on your back with your head close to me..."

It took a minute to make happen, since neither of our hooves are really built for bathtubs and my loins took up a lot of the space she needed to move to, but we made it work. Cassie lay down on her back before me giggling and blushing as I got my knees against her shoulders, balls hanging hugely over her head, cock aiming over her, casting a long, broad shadow over her soaked body. I blocked enough of the jets to keep her from getting waterboarded, but water still fell in little falls off my sack and cock, splattering her face.

"Mmm!" She exclaimed as she let some hit her tongue, giggling louder. "It tastes better when its been on you, Daddy!"

"No surprise," I grunted as I bent over her and started soaping up her breasts, precum drooling copiously from my tip as I cleaned her. There would be a day for fucking her fat udders, but not tonight.

She helped me by grabbing my dick and gently pulling it down, angling it until she could scoot down to reach it and then latching her lips around my tip. I had to lean forward to really make it work, but that was no hardship; it let me reach the rest of her body, and who was I to complain about a warm, tender pair of lips nursing on my pride?

I spent longer on her breasts than I needed to; wouldn't you? Besides, I planned on sucking on them any chance I got in the future...only made sense to make sure they got niiiiiice and clean. By the time I finished, I think the only thing I could have done to make them shinier would have involved car wax and a buffer.

Cassie did not take her mouth off my dick once during the twenty minutes I swirled soap suds around her boobs, her hands controlling my cock and tracing the snaking veins that squirmed through it, her tongue swirling around and around my foreskin until I was almost dizzy with the sensation. I think it's safe to say that she replenished the fluids she lost; she suckled down enough precum to have filled a sink. It did not help her, however, that by the time I finished, she'd started drooling from her pussy again, something I could finally see clearly after having to just watch her soak her panties. I was not disappointed when I finally pried my hands off her breasts and gently pulled her thighs apart.

Just as Cassie had inherited her mother's breast sensitivity and instinctive sperm addiction, she had also inherited her bovine sex. From without, a smooth, rosy double mound of petal-soft flesh, like a silk throw pillow folded in half and wedged between her thighs. I couldn't resist rinsing my hands off to get a feel for her without the soap making everything uniformly smooth; pressing fingers to those bulbous lips made my cock surge inside Cassie's mouth hard enough to make her grab it tighter to keep it there. She mooed around my tip and started sucking me harder, opening her mouth wider and pulling more of my head in, making needy, whorish slurps that tugged on skin and flesh and made my knees tremble against the tub's floor.

Don't lose it...you're just washing her...wait until later, you horny motherfucker.

Whatever advice I wanted to give myself flatlined when I resolutely reloaded my hands with soap and started washing Cassie's sex. Fuck! The softness of those outer lips alone, the elasticity of her virgin tightness! The way her lips squished and slid together, so goddamn slick with her juices! The way the damn thing FILLED my hands with its dimpled size! What the fuck had I been thinking?!? I hadn't touched a pussy in eighteen years, and thought I could restrain myself when touching one that was fucking PERFECT?!?

My hands were squeezing at Cassie's outer lips, soap bubbles running down her deep slit with the oils leaking out of her, my mouth watering and my dick practically streaming precum into her mouth. I didn't mean to do it, I swear to the gods, but...my hips flexed. My cock pushed down, hard, and suddenly my whole head popped into Cassie's mouth with a wet, loud *SCHLOCK*, crown and all, foreskin pulled back and rubbing against the backs of her teeth. She squeaked, and even without looking I knew how wide her eyes must have been, how bulged her cheeks were; a mental image that combined with the tactile bliss of a big, fat pussy in my hands and made my hips jerk again.

I was high on sensation and glorious heat. The warm, slippery tightness of Cassie's mouth spread up my shaft, and new pressure surrounded my tip, squeezing, clenching, clamping around me; it felt familiar, but it also felt stupidly good. I grunted and pushed harder, and heard a desperate little moo that got cut off and reduced to a sticky choking sound; an alarm bell blew up in my head, but my heart was thumping in my ears like a wall of bass, and my eyes were glued onto the slippery virgin flower in front of me. I noticed Cassie's legs starting to kick in my peripheral vision, but was too far gone to understand why.

Pressure built up until my balls felt like particle accelerators. The clenching had spread to squeeze my whole enormous head, my dick was so hard and throbbing hot, my heart was in my throat and a tense knot the size of a fire hydrant was winding tighter and tighter through my abdomen...

My eyes caught movement from Cassie's pussy; I FELT her outer lips shiver and clench before she gushed creamy honey over my fingers. Whatever I was doing, it had made her cum.

Everything snapped at once. My hips jerked again and Cassie's clenching engulfed the top three inches of my shaft as all the built-up pressure squeezed against me. Orgasm hit me like a rock from heaven and made me snap my head back to roar as I dumped an enormous load into Cassie's mouth, my hands kneading tightly at her squirting pussy, my eyes finally breaking from it to watch her face as I fed her.

I couldn't see her face; my cock was in the way, and her head had been forced back to put her mouth in line with her throat...her throat, which was bulging around the massive forms of my head and shaft. Her creamy skin was pulled so taut that I could see the ribbing of her throat pushed up around my cock, the biggest of my veins faintly visible under her skin, the whole thing rising and falling with every pulse of my dick. Smaller bulges flowed down her neck ask I force-fed huge wads of my cum to her, my cock too thick to let any flow back up to her mouth, too deep to go anywhere but down. Looking at the scene wide-eyed, a tiny voice mentioned that, considering her size and the length of my dick, I could easily sink all the way through her throat and fuck her stomach if I wanted to.

She was grabbing desperately at my cock, her legs were almost flailing, and between the loud *GLKs* and *SHLPs* that made my dick clench even harder when I heard them, I could hear her making muffled, panicked squeals as she squeezed me.

Shit.

I tried to be gentle as I jerked back, but there's really no nice way to quickly pull out of a throat; saliva and throatslop splattered from her mouth when I managed to pull out, along with a stupendous gout of cum coughed up like a half-drowned man coughing up water. I thumped down behind her, wrapped my arms beneath her shoulders, hauled her up to keep her from getting the rest of my massive orgasm dumped over her face as she choked; she grabbed at my arms and held on tightly, coughing and gasping for air with needy sobs that tugged guiltily on my heart.


Crazy Cassie Ch. 02



Did nothing to stop my dick from hosing gallons of hot jizz across her ass and legs, of course, but I think I've established by now that my brain and my penis are on two very different wavelengths.

"I'm sorry," I muttered as I tried to wipe off her mouth, holding her tight to my chest as she shook and got her wind back. "I just...lost control..." She groaned something unintelligible and I just closed my eyes and tried to think of how I could explain the desperation in me, the need to fuck that I had wrestled down all her life.

"Why...?" She eventually croaked, her hair sliding against my chest as she turned her head up to me.

"Your mouth just felt so good, and getting to touch your pussy...babygirl, I couldn't stop myself! Are you hurt?"

She blinked those wide, wet turquoise eyes up at me; she looked confused and a little disappointed when she spoke. "Why did you stop?"

My train of thought hit a penny on the rails and careened straight into the gutter, throwing my self control to the hungry dogs of my lust. I slid her down to the tub floor and shifted forward onto my knees to kneel over her again; I grabbed my still-cannoning cock, slapped the tip across Cassie's cheek to make her open her mouth, and thrust in with a feral snarl, not stopping until her throat was bulged up good and high. "Like that?" I growled, excited, aggressive, old instincts firing furnace-heat in my chest as I responded to her receptiveness. "Like it when Daddy fucks that tight throat? Keep it up...chug that fucking cum, my little cow!"

She gurgled and grabbed my dick as I force-fed her, tugging on it like she wanted even more, squirming and writhing under me and working her mouth around me. She really was inexperienced, her tongue clumsy and her lips fluttering as they tried to kiss at my shaft, but I didn't care. "Gonna train this mouth to suck-start a jet engine," I groaned as I dumped my load down her gullet, watching as her neck rippled again and again over the massive wads slithering into her belly. I could hear the gurgles and wet sloping sounds as her stomach filled fuller and fuller, and soon, I could see her plump, dimpled belly smoothing and bulging up. It started faintly, but as my orgasm ran on, the swelling continued, her tummy slowly rising over the course of a minute until she was noticeably fuller.

"Fuck," I swore as I stared at her tummy, taking my hand off my throbbing, slowly-draining dick to stroke her smooth, creamy flesh. This...well, this was trouble for me. By far the thing I lusted after most in Cassie's mother was her flexibility; not so much with her joints, but with her cells themselves...the woman could stretch like rubber under the right circumstances. We made frequent use of that particular ability to bloat her up like a balloon, and I found it so sexy that we could spend weeks on end in a cycle of sex, orgasm, inflation, and more sex. I'd get turned on, drain my balls in her, and the sight of her big, swollen belly would have me ready to go again in seconds...we'd only stop when our exhausted brains put us in mild comas. The sex during her bulbous pregnancy with Cassie got so frequent that I spent the last three months of it up her ass; that's not an exaggeration.

If Cassie was just as pliant, and apparently as much a whore for me as her mother had been, then I feared for her future. If she was then I would be too, but even I knew there was more to life than sex. Not a LOT more, but still...

"Daddyyy," Cassie groaned, getting my attention. She'd pulled my cock out of her mouth while I was busy worrying, and was rubbing my drooling tip against her face when I glanced down at her, smearing throatslime and semen across her features. Gorgeous. "You taste soooooo good," she groaned, and I saw ropes of jizz clinging inside her mouth when she spoke, wobbling and melting to be swallowed up or drooled over her chin. "I feel so full...Mom told me that you could do this...it's even better than she said!"

She told Cassie about this? That's...not surprising, I suppose, given how much she'd loved getting inflated...this whole situation still felt strange to me, much as I wanted to embrace it all. I took a deep breath and gently pulled out of her protesting grip to sit back against the tub wall, the brick of soap forgotten on the edge. If we were going to keep making messes, it would be best to just let it happen.

"Sorry about my, uh...outburst," I grunted as I helped Cassie to scoot back into my lap, laying her head on my thigh and resting a cheek against my very gradually softening shaft; the way she nuzzled it made a wad of spunk splatter over her shoulder and across her cleavage as I continued. "I shouldn't have spoken to you like that, I just...got lost in my own head."

Cassie was quiet for a bit, and I couldn't tell if she was lost in thought or just enjoying having her stomach filled too much to answer.

"I...I didn't mind," she eventually murmured, her hands resting on her gently-bulging belly, stroking it softly. "I don't know why, it just...felt nice, when you pushed it in and talked like that...like it was where I belonged."

"...Oh." Surprise! My insane, incestuous daughter happens to feel submissive in bed! Who'da thunk it? "Well...that's good," I answered a little awkwardly. "I'll keep that in mind." Damn right I would, since that goddamn thought-train was running full steam ahead through the gutter and splashing out all kinds of ideas. Cassie with my mark tattooed over her pussy; a collar around her neck; roleplaying harder scenes; spanking her; making her beg; fucking in public, discreetly and blatantly. The water rising over my legs splashed as I shot another wad of jizz across Cassie's breasts, and made me sigh in resignation.

I REALLY should have had sex before now; I was going to paint myself into a corner with my cum one day, that much seemed pretty clear.

"We really need to go to bed," I sighed, letting my head fall back against the tub's edge.

"How?" Cassie asked, looking up at me curiously. "We're still all sticky..."

I nodded and reached up to the panel I'd hit to turn on the water. A flick of a metal switch opened channels in the bath jets that mixed the water with a liquid form of the chemicals in my soap, making the jets spray slick foam over us. I had wanted to savor the intimacy of cleaning Cassie by hand, but it was clear that doing so was just going to make bigger and bigger messes. Hosing off and soaking out the cum covering us both was a bit crude, but it did let me sit back and relax with Cassie in my arms, and that was perfectly fine with me.

She seemed to think so as well, nuzzling close, resting her arms on top of mine as I wrapped mine around her tummy. "Daddy?" She asked as the foam gradually mounded up and filled the tub, dissolving the sperm caked over us both and clearing it off the tub walls.

"Yes, babygirl?"

"Are we going to be like this from now on? Are you...going to look for a woman to be with?"

"Not unless you decide to find a man who isn't more than twenty years older than you, babygirl," I chuckled, squeezing her comfortingly. "If you ever decide that you want to move on, fall in love, find a husband your own age, odds are that I won't exactly do the same...most women my age are cunts anyway...but I'll find other outlets for my needs. You won't have to worry about me, and you'll have your own life to live."

She turned her head down and curled a little closer to me, her hands clinging to my arms...possessively? Her mother had been very clear about wanting to be able to fuck whoever she liked...had Cassie inherited my jealousy?

"What if...I don't ever want to be with someone else? What if i just want to be with you, forever?"

"Then that's how long we'll be together," I said, smiling and leaning down, kissing her ear before nibbling on it gently. "You like the thought of being Daddy's girl, just for him to fuck?"

She stiffened at the nibble before leaning back more heavily into me, nodding, biting her plump bottom lip. "Mm-hmm...I just want to be Daddy's..."

"Then I won't look for anyone else," I murmured, squeezing her belly a little tighter and rubbing my hands over the swollen rise where her cum-filled stomach bulged up her skin. "And I'll make sure that I fill your belly every day with my cum...and when you're ready, I'll fill all your other holes, too, until it feels completely alien to go a whole day without swallowing my nut and getting your womb filled up."

She groaned softly and turned her head to press her cheek to my chest, and I lifted a hand up to stroke foam-covered fingers up her throat before cupping her soft cheek. I turned her head up, and she opened her eyes to meet mine, her mouth just a little bit open, breathing quickly and softly. She pushed up to meet me when I leaned down, kissing her, slowly pushing my tongue deep into her mouth and pinning hers down, making it clear that I wanted to eat her and that she would sit still and let me. Her tongue stilled, and I licked into her mouth with slow, warm strokes, sliding along her cheeks and the roof of her mouth, dabbing at the entrance to her throat. I stirred at the cum and saliva mixed at the bottom of her mouth and purposefully spread it from my tongue onto hers; she whimpered at that, and I could imagine her fat pussy gushing as I made her taste the jizz in her mouth.

When I pulled away, a string of saliva connected my tongue to her lips. "Suck it," I murmured very carefully, the string wobbling but not breaking. Cassie's cheeks reddened but she slurped it up, and shuddered once she got it in her mouth and swallowed it.

"Good girl," I murmured, hugging her closer. "You like it when Daddy makes you blush? Makes you do dirty things?" She nodded, cheeks flushing stop-sign red. "It makes your fat little cunt hot and slippery, doesn't it." Another nod and a blush that spread down over her foam-covered breasts. "Daddy likes making you squirm," I rumbled. "It makes me want to do all kinds of things to you...things that will make you scream and cry and squirt like a garden hose." She was squirming by the time I stopped, panting softly, writhing in my lap; my cock was oozing a slushy mix of precum and sperm into the tub, dissolving instantly in the foam.

"I am going to make you," I whispered in her ear, "My cum-swallowing, cock-worshipping, fat-jiggling slut, babygirl. Do you like that?"

"Yes, Daddy," she breathed out, lips curling up in a smile as she arched against me. "I-I want to be your little slut-cow."

"Good girl," I murmured, sliding a hand down her belly, pushing a finger between the warm, wet folds of her pussy and pressing my fingertip to her swollen clit; it felt like a fat, round grape covered by silky flesh, squishing and sliding around my finger as I toyed with it. Cassie squealed and clenched her fat thighs together around my hand, and I felt her gush into the foam around my other fingers. I didn't stop, toying with her little bud, applying just enough pressure to squeeze it without stomping on it, letting her lips shiver and flutter against my hand, my arm loose to move with her as she jerked and shook with each orgasm. I started kissing her again after the tenth one, letting her use her tongue this time to lick into my mouth, pleading moans and whimpers humming against my lips. After the twentieth I slid my free hand over her belly, found the deep dimple of her navel, pushed in and started gently toying with the tender nerve cluster there. She squeaked like a mouse and trembled joyously, and sucked on my tongue in approval as I played with her body.

I eventually stopped, once the foam completely filled the tub. My hand came off her pussy with fingers soaked in Cassie's honey, and I brought it up to her lips after breaking our kiss. "See how you compare," I murmured. She was so loopy from orgasms (I lost count after 42) that she didn't hesitate at all, closing those plump lips around a digit and sucking it hard enough to make me check my fingernail when she pulled off. I tasted one too...mmf. Honey is right; Cassie's juices were sweet and viscous, almost syrupy in both taste and consistency. I knew that I was going to spend many happy hours diving for big, yummy pearls between her big, yummy thighs.

Cassie was just a touch delirious for a few minutes thereafter, so I took the time to clean myself well and make sure that she got scrubbed up, too. She came back to her senses mildly disappointed that she hadn't gotten to consciously see me wash up, but accepted my promise to let her wash me next time. I let her slide away to wash her own hair and face, got my own mug wiped off, and finally switched back to regular water to rinse off, the drain growling loudly as it sucked down all the foam and dissolved semen in the tub.

It was just about 4:30 when we finished, got out and dried off. Sleeping in my bedroom was out of the question, and Cassie refused to go back to her bed alone, so we wound up on the couch. I slept on my back, she slept face-down on top of me, cradling my finally-flaccid cock between her thighs; wise, considering I could have gotten hard again in my sleep and levered her off the couch with it. She was out of it almost the instant she got comfortable; I took a little longer, but eventually I too quieted the demons whispering unhelpfully about the proximity of her snatch to my dong, closed my eyes, and blacked out, our last words for the night echoing softly in my ears.

"I love you, Daddy."

"Love you too, babygirl."



Crazy Cassie Ch. 03



I woke up to sunlight bright enough to make my brain hurt, a branching ache through my hips and torso like a tree had rooted itself in me, and a warm, heavy, pillowy pressure all across my front. Memory took its sweet time getting back to me, waiting until I managed to blink my eyes back from the brink of blindness and saw my daughter lying nude on top of me.

"Oh, right," I muttered under my breath; Cassie and I were doing naked stuff now. That's the fucked up turn my life took the night before, explaining the furious throbbing hammering through my dick. Speaking of hammers, a glance over Cassie's shoulder confirmed that my flesh was livid purple, hard enough to dent an anvil with, bubbling precum like a science fair volcano, and casting a shadow like an elephantine sundial. Cassie had me in a deathgrip between her round thighs; again, you'd never suspect how strong some of these chubby girls can be, though to Cassie's credit she certainly has the DNA for good muscles...mine, I do believe. The pressure was incredible, the texture was heavenly, the heat was radiant, and if my cock could have talked, he'd have cursed me to all the hells for making it suffer all that joyous sensation without release. I used to have consistent, recurring, half-lucid dreams, and enjoyed them immensely...but they had consequences in the waking world, and there's only so many times a guy can wake up caked in his own jizz with his balls glued to his thighs. Hence, I trained myself to withhold orgasms in my sleep, and a night getting rubbed on by Cassie's velvety thighs had me ready to dump a titanic batch into the nearest available hole; a cold doughnut, a parakeet, Magic Johnson...well, maybe not.

The pernicious demon hanging off my right ear handily pointed out that Cassie's tight, clean pussy was mere millimeters from my dick; he's a bastard, but he had a fantastic point. The angel on my left ear reminded me that sleep-raping Cassie was immoral, rude, and very dangerous; he had a better point, but I resented him for it. Resentful or not, I went with his suggestions. It was only ten o'clock in the morning on a duty-free Saturday, and that meant that I had the whole blissful day to accomplish my goal: have fully penetrative sex with Cassie by midnight, with bonus points for every hour ahead of schedule. My cock heartily agreed.

"Cassiiiiiiie," I murmured in her ear, my arms coming down from behind my head to press into her back. "Wake up, my little one. It's a beautiful day, full of opportunity!"

She stirred slightly, but only to snuggle closer to me in her sleep. The movement across my torso lit already-sensitive nerves on fire, feeling her enormous breasts squeezing against me, her tummy spreading over my abs, her thighs rubbing my cock and sliding over my bloated testicles...pretty sure my eyes crossed. Much more of that and I'd be painting the ceiling. Actually, much more of that and I'd be installing a skylight...possibly putting a section of tin roofing into low orbit, considering how swollen and taut my balls felt.

"Cassie," I grunted louder, drumming my hands firmly across her back. "Wake up, sugar-tits, Daddy's pent up and needs to let one go." Nothing; dead to the world, snoring quietly into my chest fur, drooling a little in her sleep. Cassie's always been a bit of a heavy sleeper (like me), but damn...

Figuring that it was the best of my limited options, I reached down her back, slid a thick finger between her butt cheeks and slicked it handily with the precum I'd apparently been leaking over her all night. A little squeeze, a little squish, and I suddenly pushed just the first half-inch of my fingertip into her ass, not even enough to cover my fingernail. "Cassie!" I grunted in her ear, tweaking at the inside edge of her pucker.

THAT woke her up...and made her clench her thighs together tightly enough to make me consider autoerotic asphyxiation as a lifestyle choice. David Carradine's kink of choice was certainly doing wonders for my throbbing hard-on; I could see my cockhead and the top of my shaft protruding over the tightly-squeezed flesh of Cassie's round thighs, and the dark color gradually spreading over my length was accompanied by a familiar, very exciting tingling throughout my groin.

Mostly, however, I was concentrating on how her ass felt. Even the tiny bit of her bottom stretching around my fingertip felt amazing, her flesh tight, textured like living silk, hot as a furnace and thick with twitching, squeezing muscles, more than seemed normal. Cassie was part cow, after all...it stood to reason that she would have excellent muscles beneath all that juicy jiggle. I swirled my fingertip around and she flicked her hips up against my hand, her tail whipping against my wrist as a moan worked from her mouth. "Daddy?" She mooed, head turning up, rapidly blinking the sleep out of her eyes, body stilling on top of mine as she got her bearings. "What...ahhh," she moaned as I gently pulled my finger back, smoothing my hand over her cheeks with firm, soothing strokes.

"Sorry about that, babygirl," I murmured, smiling at her. "You weren't waking up, and I'm just a little bit too horny to lie here much longer."

She mooed again in confusion, and I lifted my hips just enough to shift my cock and balls against her thighs. She gasped and clenched again, and I grunted from the strain of her legs sliding against my precum-slicked equipment.

"Oh!" She gasped, spreading her legs apart fast enough to make my balls gasp for air. "I'm sorry, Daddy! How can I help?"

"Carefully," I chuckled, my mirth just a little strained, "Slide up and get those sexy legs from around my dick, and then let me stand up so that I can take care of this."

"Okay...but, Daddy," she said as she pushed up and slowly slid herself over me, "I meant how can I help you take care of it. Can't you...use me, to feel better?"

I had to wait to answer until she moved further off of me, her heavy breasts sliding over my face with enough warm pressure to make me squirt precum over the back of the couch. "There's an idea," I grunted once she slipped off, slid off the couch entirely and knelt on the floor, letting me gradually push myself upright accompanied by a twenty one gun salute from my spine. "You won't mind?" I asked once I could sit up, looking down at her with my dick standing between us like a veiny telephone pole. The change in position rolled my balls between my thighs; the size and color of two bowling balls in a canvas bag, gurgling LOUDLY.

Cassie shook her head and beamed up at me. "Nope! After all, shouldn't this be a daily occurrence for us? If I don't at least help you to soothe your morning wood, won't you want to have sex instead?"

"...Eventually," I assented after a bit of a surprised pause. "Did your mother give you that idea?"

"Nope! The internet did," she happily replied as she scooted closer and lifted up her titanic breasts, pressing them around my thick cock without pause. "I'm not a little kid, Dad," she murmured as she squeezed her mounds around me, even her impressive chest struggling to fully encompass my girth; she had to get me all the way into her cleavage before she could wrap me up. "I've done my homework, looked up things to do...things I've wanted to do. You said that you liked my big breasts...doesn't this feel good?"

"Yes," I grunted, voice low and thick as I let her give me a titfuck, "But I like it better when I get to control these," I rumbled as I eased her hands off her breasts and took them in my own, squeezing her huge, creamy orbs tighter around me and kneading into them, "And you work with your hands and mouth. Unless you wanted something other than cum for breakfast?"

Pavlov couldn't have gotten a dog to drool faster than Cassie did at the mention of my cum, her bright eyes flicking all the way up to the twitching head of my dick, her pink tongue tip flicking across her lips. She pushed up onto her knees to lick up the precum drooling out of my tip, and I squished her fat breasts around my cock as she moved, rubbing her thick nipples together and groaning lowly as I watched them ripple and jiggle in my hands. Her flesh looked so pale against my dusky olive skin, and when she brought her hands up to cradle the crown of my dick between them, the smooth black and white patches gloving her fingers looked so clean and neat next to the angry nest of veins pulsating under my skin. She moaned from the play with her breasts as her tongue slid out and coiled around my head; even with her long appendage, she could just barely reach all the way around it, lassoing my cock and sucking on it hungrily.

"Mmmf, Daddy, you taste stronger," she murmured after swallowing a mouthful of slimy precum; it glistened on her lips when she spoke. "Is it just because it's your first of the day?"

I shook my head as I slid her breasts up and down, grunting with every movement, hips lifting to thrust up into her cleavage and mouth. "It's because I've been pent up all night," I growled, grinning down at her. "Having you on top of me all night long? More than enough to get me this way."

"I'm sorry," she murmured. Gods, the way she looked as she kissed my tip in apology...those wide, wet eyes staring up at me, her fingers rubbing slickly around the edge of my crown, her head bobbing as she took me deeper into her mouth...

Frankly, if she wasn't my daughter, I'd want to kidnap her and make her my slave. Fortunately for me, she was my daughter, and seemed to be thinking exactly the same thing as I was.

"Open wide," I grunted, hands squeezing tighter into her breasts, flesh spilling through the gaps in my fingers. Not surprisingly, it took almost nothing to get me off; less than a minute of her huge titties squeezing my meat and her lips sliding down in a tight ring around my head, and I was there. She pushed down further to sink my whole head into her mouth as my balls clenched, and I took one hand off her breasts to hold the back of her head as I blasted down her throat. The noise was incredible, the wet, sloppy splatters of my jizz shooting into her paired with the greedy slurps and swallows as she happily took it. Her tongue was gradually catching on to what it could do, wriggling against the bottom of my head to stimulate me further, and her hands helpfully dropped down to cup my massive balls, stroking and squeezing them excitedly as I pumped into her. I couldn't see her throat this time, but my hand on her breast could feel the tension and the shivers chasing through her as each huge squirt slid down her gullet and stretched her skin.

I had to stand up before I finished cumming, grunting and growling as my hips rocked forward with each pulse from my cock, looming over her. "Breakfast of champions," I groaned once I could speak. "You can come wake me up every morning with that tight little mouth if you want to get fed, babygirl."

"Mmh!" She hummed in answer, nodding as far as she could with her head locked around my cock, throat bulging wide around each huge wad of baby-batter. She didn't let me go until I was completely spent, nursing the last thin streams of jizz from my tip with a devotion that would have been adorable if it weren't so goddamn hot. When she pulled off, her eyes were just a little bit hazy and her lips were swollen from the pressure she had put them under, looking up at me and panting softly. Her belly had swollen more than before, which made sense considering that she took the entirety of my orgasm this time; the broad dimple of her plump tummy smoothed over the bulge of her cum-filled stomach, making her appear as if she were five months pregnant. She seemed appreciative.

"You fill me up so nicely, Daddy," she murmured, her hands stroking over her bloated tummy. "Will I get bigger than this once we have sex?"

"We're going to find out today," I grunted as I sat back down, close to panting myself. It seemed that my crazy daughter was picking up on how to give head even faster than her mother had. "After last night, I'll be damned if I don't get into that sweet little muff by midnight."

Cassie smiled and nodded happily as she stood, and then crawled up onto the couch to sit in my lap, leaning back against me and wiggling her chubby butt into my groin. "I'd really like that, Daddy," she hummed, head leaning back to kiss my cheek. "How long do you think it will take before I'm ready?"

"No way of knowing until we start getting you ready. Speaking of which," I rumbled as I reached around her, "No time like the present." She squeaked as I slipped two fingers between her thighs and pushed them past her thick, soft lips, starting to finger her fat pussy with one hand while my free arm wrapped around her waist and snugged her back against me. My fingers made her noticeably bloated belly gurgle and squish, and feeling the mass of my seed filling her was more than enough to get both Cassie and I excited; her pussy was already soaked when I touched it, and squirted a little when I toyed with her full tummy.

"Daddyyyy," she moaned, hips starting to roll into my hand as I pressed more firmly to her sex, fingertips finding her entrance and pushing inside with ease. She was tight, very much so, and while it was very clear that she enjoyed what I did, she was also clearly unsure of what to do. Her muscles flexed and clenched around me sporadically, and she started shivering after a few seconds, trembling as I toyed with her.

"Daddy, it feels weird," she whimpered, squirming in my lap and grinding her slippery ass against my cock. "You're stretching me!"

"Going to do a lot more of that before the day is over, babygirl," I rumbled in her ear. "Relax," I said calmly, my fingertips slowing and stilling inside of her, palm resting over her thick lips. "Take a deep breath. You've fingered yourself before, haven't you?"

Cassie nodded and took a shaky breath; I waited until she could take a smoother one before continuing. "It's just like that, except my fingers are bigger...you're going to have to stretch a lot further for Daddy to fuck you. You want that, right?" She nodded, and I felt her walls quiver around my fingers.

"It feels like...it's going to hurt," she whimpered softly, and even my cock, which was ready to pull a full-scale Leeroy Jenkins on Cassie's twat, had to soften a touch at her fear. "It feels like you're going to tear me, if you go too fast."

"Relax," I murmured again, gently sliding my fingers back and forth with just an inch of penetration, slowly repositioning to lay back flat with my shoulders on an armrest, cradling Cassie against my chest and hips, her legs spread around mine. "I am going to stretch you very slowly, very carefully, babygirl. I'm not going to tear you, aside from your hymen...that's going to sting, and I can't do much about that. But it will pass, and it will pass all the more quickly if you let yourself relax and enjoy what else I do." I demonstrated by bringing my left hand from holding around her waist to cupping her right breast, forearm pressing underneath her left mountain while my hand started to slowly massage and grope at her tender flesh. Her natural sensitivity there made her arch her back against my chest and spilled her long black hair over my neck and shoulders, a soft little moan working from her lips as I toyed with her.

"There," I murmured, gradually spreading my fingers into her pussy, scissoring them slowly against her clenching walls while working my thumb between her plump lips. "Focus on that feeling...you know what it feels like when you cum, babygirl; you know what pleasure feels like. Concentrate on that...I'm going to make you feel a LOT of it, too much to let you feel any real pain. Can you feel it?"

"Yessss," she moaned as her nipples tightened and stiffened quickly under my arm and hand, her pussy getting even wetter and warmer around my fingers. "I-I can feel- OH!" She interrupted herself with a cry as my thumb slid over her swelling clitoris, my middle and ring fingers pushing deeper into her pussy while my index and pinkie fingers held her lips apart. She started panting, softly at first but with escalating speed and heat as I kept my fingers working slowly at her breast and pussy. Her hips started to lift up at my movements, pushing her sex into my hand and grinding her ass into my crotch, my stiff cock trapped between her cheeks and against her back. My balls were getting steamrolled under those globular cheeks with each rock of her wide hips, but I wasn't fucking complaining. I'm not a fan of torturing my own junk, and getting squeezed underneath my daughter humping at my hand hardly seemed to qualify.

Cassie gushed like a fountain after a few minutes of very tender fingering, gasping out a quiet cry and soaking my whole hand in her honey as she squirted. The wet squishing sounds were incredible, and had me shooting streams of precum across her back and my cheat in my eagerness. The sounds were not nearly as good as the tactile sensations of her muscles clenching, her fat, silky lips fluttering and squeezing around me, all that bubblegum-pink flesh squirming and flexing as I got her off. Fantastic.

"Good girl," I crooned in her ear, smiling and kissing her cheek without stopping my hands. "Very good, cumming nice and wet for Daddy. You gonna make Daddy's dick that wet tonight?" She paused before nodding again; whether she paused because of nervousness at remembering that she needed to stretch to fit my cock, or from being made loopy by a really good orgasm, I did not ask.

"Your body knows what to do, babygirl. Your instincts will carry you through this, if you let them. Listen to your body; tell me what it's saying."

Cassie closed her eyes and took another breath, her trembling easing very slightly. I kept my fingers working in a slow, easy cycle of thrust and scissor, close and retract, purposefully keeping a steady rhythm to help her concentrate; sexual meditation, if you will. It worked, her bright eyes opening after another minute of warm, wet squishing, her hands reaching down and back to grab at my hips as she got her own into gear again. The spastic clenching around my fingers took on a rhythm of its own, her muscles rippling more cohesively, timed with the slow rolls of her hips and the workings of my fingers.

"My body...likes it," she murmured, turning to smile at me. "It's...familiar, but new, too...and it feels really good."

"Attagirl," I rumbled, grinning and clenching my fingers a little inside of her; her eyes widened and she jumped a little, giggling after a moment and clenching harder around me in response. "Starting to get the hang of it?"

She nodded, her brow furrowing a little as she tested the muscles I was waking up inside of her, touching deeper than she knew she could, introducing her to parts of her she didn't know she had. Actually, that's a lie; in this day and age, I'm sure that Cassie knew the exact anatomy of her junk years ago, but googling your vagina and having it explored are two very different things.

So I'm told.

"Think you're ready for the next step?" I asked.

"Sex?" Cassie asked with a teasing grin, pussy clenching around my fingers. I shook my head and flexed my fingers inside of her again, pushed them just a little bit deeper and felt the new tightness of her hymen close to my fingertips; I could feel how tenuous it was, porous and thin. Cassie must have felt it too, her fingers digging into my hips and her bottom lip catching between her teeth. "Daddy...?" She murmured a little uncertainly.

"Breathe," I muttered, my middle finger sinking deeper, the girth of my knuckle spreading her lips wider, my pulse rising as hotly as the eastern sun. "One brief bit of pain, and then all the pleasure you can possibly feel, babygirl...now, be a good girl and tell me if you would like me to take your virginity."

My daughter, adorable, beautiful, precious star in my sky, took a deep breath and looked me straight in my eye before she spoke. "Daddy," she murmured, and I swear to you that I felt her fat little pussy flutter at the word, "Please take my virginity...please make me yours."




Crazy Cassie Ch. 03



I nodded...smiled. My middle finger flexed, and the only official barrier between Cassie's purity and deviancy disintegrated around my fingertip. There was no 'pop', no sound that I could hear at all over the quiet, momentary cry Cassie made, flinching before her tightened eyes opened and swiveled down at me to blink in confusion.

"Is...is that it?"

I chuckled as I pulled my hand back, nodding. "Just a little thing...some girls feel it more acutely than others. Some also bleed more than others..." I glanced down at my hand, and while there was definitely some blood, Cassie didn't seem to have the arterial effect I'd seen on a few other women. "You'll be fine."

"So we can have sex now?" She asked eagerly; all that energy spent worrying could now be repurposed as excitement, and I was only too happy to help.

"Of course we can!"

"Really?!?"

"No. Not yet, at least," I said, trying to placate her pout. "Two things have to happen before then," I grunted as I gently slid her off of me. "First, we need to get you much more opened up, and for that, I need something from my bedroom."

"And the second thing?" Cassie asked as I popped up, walked around the couch and made for the stairs.

"Second thing is that Daddy needs something other than that juicy twat to eat, and you do too, babygirl," I chuckled. "Take it from me, you cannot survive on sperm alone."

"I know," she sighed, leaning back on the couch and giving me reason to pause on the stairs. "Mom told me."

Ahhh, that's right...her mother and I had tried that. Credit where it's due, she made it two months on a semen and water diet before we finally gave up and got her back on real food. Tough girl.

I ran upstairs and grabbed three sizes of dildo from one of my toy chests; why do I have dildos, you ask? Mostly trophies taken from the collections of particularly memorable conquests, a few just because I was curious, and one or two simply for aesthetics. Perverts can make for fantastically creative artists given half a chance; sometimes, you see a fake dick so goddamn impressive and strange that it's more art than toy. Those particularly whimsical pieces I left alone, instead picking three relatively simple toys of increasing size; all I needed to do was stretch Cassie open. Experimenting with the few exotic pieces in my collection could wait.

I didn't see Cassie when I came downstairs, an armful of dildos and accoutrements bouncing in my grasp. "Babygirl?" I asked.

"Kitchen!"

Kitchen ho, to find Cassie standing at the counter mixing something in a bowel, still naked, her thighs and ass gleaming in a mixture of my precum and her own oils, tinged tolerably pink from her freshly-defiled sex. I barely remembered to set my stuff down on the table before I came up behind her and slipped my arms around her waist, kissing the top of her head and pressing comfortably close. It felt good...actually, it felt fantastic. More importantly, it felt easy, so ridiculously easy, to just grab up my naked daughter and slide her against my own naked body, my half-hard cock fitting nicely between her cheeks and warm thighs, her cum-filled belly pushing out against my big hands, her head turning to offer me one of those bright-eyed, giggly smiles that I knew every boy in her class had valued like trainer badges.

"Whatcha making, babygirl?" I asked, looking over her at the bowel she was mixing in.

"Aside from making your dick hard?" She was not wrong. "I thought I'd make cookies."

"Seriously?" I chuckled. "Today's the day that Daddy's going to take your virginity and you're making cookies?"

"What better occasion for cookies can you think of?" She asked cheekily, smirking up at me. I just shook my head and let her be, giving her ass a little smack as I stepped away and went back to the table to start arranging my preparations. Cassie watched me as she mixed the cookie batter. "What about you, Daddy? What are you making?"

"Oh, just a harness to hold a dildo inside of you to stretch open your pussy," I replied with purposeful nonchalance. One of the greater joys of being a father with a daughter is the chance, now and then, to repay said daughter for the innumerable surprises she has sprung on me over the years. The sound of her spluttering and almost botching her cookie dough went a long way in paying for the childhood messes, the potty-training years (aka, the Dark Ages), and all the boyfriends I caught sneaking kisses with her.

"Daddy!" Oh, the indignation!

"You asked," I chuckled evilly, turning around to show off the fruits of my labors: a well-maintained faux leather harness meant to be worn like underwear, the crotch-piece sporting a silicone-padded locking ring on its inner side. The ring was locked to the back end of the smallest dildo I had selected, a fat eight-inch model bare of ornamentation, colored dark blue.

"I have to wear that?" Cassie asked, looking dubiously at the whole get-up. "It doesn't look like it will prep me for you, Daddy." She was half correct; my dick could grow more than three times as long and thick as the dildo I'd prepared.

"It will prep you for a larger one," I explained easily, unclasping its straps and approaching her before dropping down onto one knee to attach it. "That in turn will prep you for a larger one, which will prep you for me. Then, and only then, will I feel safe fucking you."

She leaned back against the kitchen counter and spread her legs for me, the glorious, smooth form of her pussy helpfully exposed for me. "And then you'll really take me, Daddy?"

"And HOW," I rumbled hungrily, looking up at her and licking my lips as I brought the device's waistband around her hips and clasped it together. "If you sleep tonight, it will only be by getting pounded unconscious; I ain't stopping unless the house catches fire, and even then I'll be fucking you on the lawn when the fire department gets here." I adjusted straps as I talked, making sure that everything fit where and how it was supposed to, adjusting the loose leg straps and tweaking the position of the dildo so that it could slide in and stay comfortably within her. I quickly got the gear fit for her and started sliding the dildo itself into her...not surprisingly, it didn't take long. The rounded tip pressed past her lips and into her body with a glorious *squish*, and she stretched open around its girth with surprising ease...it was about as thick as three of my beefy fingers held together, and though it certainly made her gasp and shiver, Cassie took it from tip to base with little drama.

"There," I breathed once I got it in place and gently attached the rest of the straps, getting the whole arrangement snug around her with enough wiggle room to keep her from feeling skewered. "How's it feel, babygirl?"

"G-Good," she stuttered, grabbing the counter tightly and breathing slowly, getting used to the feeling of having a fake cock inside of her. I stayed where I was, hands on her hips, watching her closely, ready to help if she needed me to. "It feels...mmff...big. I can feel it stretching me, Daddy."

"You should." I nodded, bringing my right hand from her hip to the business end of the device, pushing on the padded locking base to slide the dildo a bit deeper into her. She gasped and popped up onto tip-hoof, and blushed like mad when I chuckled at her reaction. "Mmmmm...sweet young thing dancing on her first penetration...I can't wait to see how you squirm when Daddy slides the real thing into you."

"Daddy..." She murmured, looking away and smiling under her burning cheeks. "You're embarrassing me."

I nodded and smiled up at her, but released her hip and let the dildo slide back out to a comfortable penetration before standing. "My work here is done, for now," I smiled. "We'll try a larger size in an hour...assuming that you got some of your mother's better genes, that should be long enough to ready you for gentleman #2."

Her blush lessened but didn't go away completely as she gradually got more comfortable, her tail tucked very close to her rear as she turned around and tried to get back to her cookie dough. I say 'tried' because it looked like for every inch that she moved, her hips had to shiver and her thighs had to clench together. The glistening oils oozing from her mound made the sheer fur on her inner thighs sopping wet, matting and streaking down her legs; I had a panic moment imagining that she would grease her own hooves and slip on the kitchen tiles.

But, of course, this was Cassie; a girl whose cats tripped more than she did.

I left her to struggle with her cookies and arranged victuals for us...light but powerful breakfast fare, anticipating that we would both need our energy after sundown. Neither of us bothered with clothes...not after breakfast, not after Cassie's cookies came out of the oven, not after an hour passed and we switched up Cassie's carry-on baggage from the eight-inch fatty to its more imposing bigger brother. She was by no means loose when I pulled the first dildo out, just...relaxed. Pliant. Supple, that's the word I'm after, her lips firm but forgiving as I tested her with my fingers.

"How am I doing, Daddy?" She asked, sitting on the couch with one leg over an armrest, nibbling on a cookie, giving me room to kneel on the floor and test her.

"Nicely," I said with a smile, a hand on each of her fat lips, thumbs pressing in and pulling apart to see how far she could stretch. It was like trying to give a dolphin a proctology exam, as slick as her flesh was, her honey smeared like hot, slippery paint everywhere I could touch. With practiced, if somewhat rusty, skill, I managed to hold her open and eyeballed how far she could comfortably stretch, deciding that she was ready for phase two. The first dildo got unlocked and set aside for cleaning, while the second got moved into play. This one was fully a foot long and about as thick as a standard food-grade can, made of a softer silicone than the first and colored hotrod red, its size meaning that it had to be partially inserted before it could be locked to the gear Cassie wore.

After the first one, the second did not seem to cause as much trepidation; that said, Cassie still stopped me when I touched the dildo's rounded tip to her lips, blushing as she set down her cookie and grabbed my arms.

"Do you think...I could put this one in?"

I blinked. Shrugged. Guided her hands to the thick, soft dong and sat back to watch the show, my own dick held loose in my hand to drool precum onto the carpet. She tore her eyes off me and concentrated on the task at hand, made difficult by the fact that from her position, her breasts kept her from seeing what she was doing. She managed, slowly at first, gasping when she pulled the tip inside of herself and felt the new stretch, her mouth slightly agape as she squeezed the dildo tight and gradually eased it deeper. A few inches in and I saw her lips start to flutter around the thing's impressive circumference, and my dick throbbed sympathetically. I gave myself a squeeze and scooted back a touch as Cassie kept pulling in, her breath quickening and her fingers starting to tremble faintly as she stretched herself deeper.

"Ahhhh...I can feel how much bigger this one is, Daddy," she whined once she got past the sixth inch.

"Starting to see why we didn't just jump into sex, babygirl?" I said with just a bit of smugness; I pushed up onto my knees, my massive member bobbing in the corner of her vision. As big as the phallus in her hands was, mine was more than twice its length and thickness; I held up the comparatively shrimpy dildo that she had carried before and got a nod out of her (parents, back me up here: anything better than your kids admitting that you were right all along?).

"I get it, dad...is this one in far enough yet?"

"Almost," I muttered. "Want a hand?" She nodded again and I grabbed the base of the dildo with my free hand, gently pushing it while her hands guided it, making her moan heatedly as it squished deeper inside of her. The hand on my dick gripped tighter and slid up to my fat head as I pushed, precum smearing voluminously over my fingers and sparks of pleasure shooting through my pole at the familiar pressure. Two more tight inches and I released my dick to get the dildo locked into place, then cinched the whole assembly back together as Cassie bit her bottom lip and whimpered in mixed pleasure and discomfort. She was squirming slowly on the couch when I finished, eventually sliding down onto her back with her hands stroking over her tummy, her swelling having gone down as she digested the load I had fed her.

"Daddy," she sighed as her fingers traced over the deeply-set pole, "It feels really big in me...what if I'm not big enough to be able to hold you?"

"Shush with that," I admonished gently, kneeling beside her and bringing my left hand up to rest on her tummy. "Even if you can't hold all of me tonight, you'll still most likely be able to hold at least part of me. And tomorrow night," I said with a smile, "You'll stretch a little bit more, and a bit more the next night, and the next night, until I can get my balls nice and cozy against that sweet ass." My hand slipped down as I spoke until I could palm the side of her butt, squeezing it to make her squirm, gasping as that made the dildo shift inside of her. "That said, babygirl, you're forgetting something important."

Cassie blinked up at me. "What's that, Daddy?"

"That when I met your mother, I jumped her fine ass with only a bit of fingering to warm her up, and she managed to take me to my sack inside an hour."

"What?!" She gasped and sat up straight, her face indignant until she felt the dildo shifting inside her again. "But...why aren't you doing that to me, then? Why all this boring preparation?"

"Are you really bored, Miss Cross-Eyes?" I teased.

"Shush," she murmured, lying back down and blushing madly. I continued heedlessly, massaging into the tightly-squeezed side of her butt.

"I am preping you, my dear impatient cow, because your mother could not walk for days after I went all Third Reich on her pussy, and while she never told me that she regretted how we first fucked, I always felt bad about screwing her paralyzed."

"She got better," Cassie pouted, trying to hide the smile that my squeezing was giving her. My cock dispensed with any disguise, standing at its hardest, fullest sail with a slushy rivulet of slimy, hot precum oozing from my tip, veins throbbing bigger than her fingers all along my darkened flesh. Suffice to say that Cassie noticed, licking her pouty lips; her tongue was so wet that I knew her mouth must be watering at the sight of my hard-on.

"Ask nicely," I rumbled, kneading fingers tightly into her butt.

She swallowed thickly and glanced up at me, blinking those big eyes cutely. "Daddy, if you won't fuck my pussy yet, will you please fuck my mouth instead?"

I smiled tenderly and reached from her ass to cup her cheek, my thumb brushing over her slick, plump lips. "No," I murmured.

"Why not?" She whined.

"Because I'd rather get that pretty little mouth of yours kissed up to my balls, babygirl," I explained, my free hand grabbing my stiff pole and lifting it up to draw her attention to my leathery sack, almost purple with pent-up need, bulbous and gurgling faintly from my desire, each of my orbs only slightly smaller and fuller than a bowling ball. Cassie gasped and tried to sit up again to reach for them, but I gently held her down and brought them to her, pushing my right knee up onto the couch beside her head and keeping my left leg stretched down to the floor, my hips over her head, my cock casting a huge shadow over her torso. I let Cassie figure out what to do as I reached down and got my hands wet with my drooling precum, then started slathering it across her massive mounds to slick them well. More of my ooze pooled in her navel before puddling and running over her sides, gleaming brightly and making fantastic slippery sounds as I greased up her breasts.

Underneath me, I felt hot breath blow quickly across the underside of my massive sack, making my balls clench and sway lightly over Cassie's face. Lips pressed to each of my balls in quick, wet pecks that made my pulse race and my dick jerk like an elephant's trunk; it must have been my pulse hammering in my ears, but I could have sworn that I heard it growl. I shifted and lowered myself further over her, and groaned as I felt my heavy jewels touch and spread over her face, my hips tilting to bring my boomstick down to her breasts. Her hands came up and grabbed around the sides of my sack, squeezing and tugging gently at it while her nose dug into the cleft between my balls and her mouth opened to start sucking and licking at them. The puffs of air against my thick skin became intermittent as she got into the degrading act; I trusted that she wouldn't asphyxiate herself without giving me a heads-up, and so concentrated on the slick heat of her mouth and the sight if her massive breasts gleaming against my cock.

"That's it, babygirl," I groaned, my hands digging into her pillowy flesh, creamy skin spilling like dough between my dusky fingers. "Open wider, give those nuts some TLC."

She groaned and nodded against them, her chubby cheeks and jelly-soft lips squeezing tenderly to the swollen orbs. Her saliva was so warm and wet, and there was so much of it, painting onto my hot balls with every lick and messy slurp; I'm pretty sure that I could have cum all day if she wanted to stay there and just worship my goods. There was no way I was going to ignore her precum-slicked udders, though, my hands taking firmer holds on them and pushing them together as I squeezed my cock down. I could have held her breasts apart, laid between them, and then squeezed them together, but I wanted to feel those glorious mounds pressing around me from the start, my dick forcing them apart and making them feel even tighter in my hands. I groaned and kept pushing through, not stopping until I plopped down to the bottom of her cleavage, my huge head peeking out through the lower end to drool precum steadily over her plump tummy.

"Keep working my balls," I rumbled down to Cassie, voice thick with need. "And give me a sign if you need me to come up. Don't just let me smother you to death down there, okay?"

She nodded her head against my balls and gave them a squeeze that made me growl and jerk my hips forward, balls swaying against her face, dick shoving a few inches deeper until my hips slapped the tops of her breasts. No finesse, no style, just a good, hard, grinding rut, pumping back and forth, only moving enough to stroke my cock while keeping my balls fully on her face, my back-thrusts rolling my heavy sack all the way over her eyes. I could feel her face getting messy with her own saliva, smearing over my balls and re-smearing over her features in a hot, sticky mess . If she minded, she didn't say so; her head nodded and shook sideways underneath me, her mouth hanging open and her tongue lolling out, little stifled moans and moos buzzing against my sack as I tea-bagged her. The heavy SLAP-SLAP-SLAP of my hips beating her breasts harmonized with the SQUISH-SQUISH-SQUISH of my dick smearing precum through her tits and splashing it over her belly; the rippling, jiggling waves that each thrust started through her breasts, belly, and thighs were heavenly to watch.

"My fat little cow was made for working big Daddy dick," I rumbled, eloquence taking a back seat to long-standing need as I humped at my daughter's huge breasts. "You like being Daddy's chubby cock-sleeve?" A VERY enthusiastic squeal from under my balls, and a tight-lipped slurp that pulled at my thick skin like a Dyson. "Daddy's gonna nut all over these big fat titties," I growled, my hands sliding up over her jiggling milk-mountains until I could get a thumb and forefinger wrapped around each of her thick, puffy nipples. Her tits were incredible...every part of her breasts were, really, but as stand-alone features, those puffy pink nubs were just flawless. I squeezed and kneaded at them, pushed them down into her boobs and tugged them up lightly, my hands squeezing shamelessly at whatever parts of her breasts they could reach. Cassie's mother had told me that her breasts hadn't started lactating until a couple days after she lost her virginity, and I was really, REALLY hoping that Cassie would be the same. Something about a big pair of breasts that can pump out milk, especially at a cow's volume...nnf. Daddy likes.




Crazy Cassie Ch. 03



Just the thought of Cassie naturally lactating was enough to light my fuse, short and volatile as it was. My humping quickened and Cassie's licking, slurping, kissing ball-worship turned positively zealous, her hands sliding and squeezing all over my huge sack, her nose making quick, hot, wet inhales for breath any time my balls came off of it. I grit my teeth and let nature take its course, holding back nothing when my cork finally popped a minute later, pulling back until my balls came off Cassie's mouth and nose to hear her pant and moan. From there, I squeezed my turgid head between her breasts and dropped a titanic, sloppy batch of gooey nut-butter into her cleavage. Jizz geysered up from between her breasts in huge sprays with each pulse through my cock, like a Vegas fountain show that soaked her breasts, belly, and legs and drenched her face; I could hear her gulping down every mouthful that she could catch and heard the splatters as my cum plastered her face. My nuts got whitewashed, as did the couch, the rug...most of the living room, if I'm honest.

In what alcoholics refer to as 'a moment of clarity', I noticed that the hazard-proof cabinet holding the TV and electronics kept our big-ticket items safe from the deluge. Money well spent.

It was easily the biggest cumshot Cassie had seen from me, more than ten gallons of sperm flying from between her breasts with the consistency of hot peanut butter. Not even in the top ten biggest orgasms I've ever had, or the top fifty. Nevertheless, she was understandably impressed when I stood up and she wiped her eyes clear, gasping at the mess I'd made and shuddering as her pussy clenched around the dildo stuffed into her. "Oh, gods, Daddy," she breathed, pushing up onto her elbows and just gaping at the mess. "They're getting bigger!"

"I told you," I chuckled, shrugging. "I can flood rooms and fill bathtubs. Speaking of which, why don't you scamper upstairs and clean yourself off while I mop up here? We can watch a movie when we finish and then see about fitting you for dildo number three," I grunted as I helped her to shakily stand, steadying her as she got her footing on the soaked rug and figured out how to move with the dildo lodged deep inside of her. She got the hang of it and tottered up the stairs; from the squelching I could hear when she walked, I knew her pussy must have been positively tropical in its wetness.

Figuring that she would take her sweet, orgasmic time in the tub, I went about my own task with unhurried purpose. The same company that makes my cum-dissolving soap was productive enough to formulate a few other cleaning products for me, and an hour's application to the living room and my bedroom from the night before had most of the mess taken care of, soaked and crusty linens in the washing machine, rug hung out to dry. How can I afford all this? None of your fucking business, that's how. What's the chemical company called? Deus Ex Formula.

When Cassie came out of the bathroom, it was after noon and I was just getting fresh linens on my huge bed. I heard the bathroom door open behind me but didn't turn around; figured that if I saw her still pink and damp from the bath, I'd lose it and just fuck her into the floor.

Cassie seemed to be thinking the same thing. I've told you before, I'm not crazy...but she definitely is. Fortunately, I like crazy.

"Wash behind your ears?" I asked easily when I heard her get out. She didn't answer, not until she suddenly pressed herself against my back and wrapped her arms around my waist, her dainty little cow-furred hands grabbing at my thick abs. I started a little, but froze when I felt how wet she was...not her pussy, I mean her whole body. Her breasts and belly were squeezed against me so tightly, and they felt like she hadn't bothered drying off at all.

"Babygirl? You forget your towel?" I asked, trying to lighten the suddenly-charged mood.

"Mm-mm," she hummed, shaking her head, pressing little kisses to my back with each shake. When she kissed me, she pressed her hips closer to me, and I felt the dildo harness she wore push closer to her snatch; the syrupy SQUELCH that came from the motion sent a shiver down my spine.

"Why do you feel wet, then?" I asked, still not moving.

"Because I wanted you to see me like this," Cassie murmured, her hands sliding to my sides and trying to turn me around. I let her do it, slowly sliding around to face her; she let me go once I was halfway there and backed up a step so that I could really see her, and...mmm.

She had dried off, that much was clear; then she'd gone a step further and oiled herself. I keep a generous supply of body oil in the bathroom, partially for legitimate skin care (healthy body, healthy mind), but mostly for lube, and Cassie had used it liberally on herself. Everywhere I could see, her body glistened under a thin, rubbed-in coat of supple oil, her fur so sleek and lustrous that I knew she must have spent half her time in the bathroom rubbing it in. She gave a little twirl, and I could see that it was an even coat from her horns to her hooves; even her little tail looked smoother than usual, and that takes some goddamn creativity to accomplish.

I was speechless. Standing there with my jaw slack and my eyes wide, my stupid dick lifting and growing like a meat balloon, strands of fresh precum staining carpeting that I had JUST cleaned. Probably would have stood there all day, if Cassie hadn't done something. Without a word, blushing from my stare, she unclasped the harness and just let it fall away, the straps hanging loosely as the dildo itself slowly slipped out of her. I choked on my own breath when I saw it; the thing was soaked in her honey, her juices clinging to it in a thick, gooey layer that dripped off of it in fat drops and ran down her thighs in two little waves. The smell was indescribable; the sweetness of her sex, left to heat and intensify until it became a thick perfume that made me painfully, dangerously erect with a whiff. Her pussy itself had swollen to twice its original size, worked up, I guessed, from our play on the couch, the dildo, and her own lewd thoughts as she prepared herself for this. I watched that fat mound shiver as it was vacated, and it wasn't until the dildo came out to its tip that I saw her flesh clench tightly and hold it still, catching it for just a second before gravity won over friction.

The dildo hit the carpet with a wet SPLAT that sounded louder to me than a gunshot, and then there was just the thumping of my pulse and the two dripping sounds, mine and hers.

"I don't want the third one, Daddy," Cassie eventually murmured, looking up at me hopefully. "I just...want you."

Remember earlier in this story, when I mentioned an angel on one shoulder chastising me for wanting to pressure Cassie into sex before she was ready? Fuck it, even HE was jacking off to this.

I moved; don't remember how exactly, but I moved, and when I stopped moving, Cassie was lying on her back on my bed and I was kneeling over her, those fat furry legs held up and apart in my hands, my massive dick slapped down between them to jiggle her fat tummy and splatter precum over her freshly-cleaned breasts. I was hugely aroused, hornier than I'd been since the pregnant sex with Cassie's mother; my dick practically had its own bicep at this point, hard as a rock. Go outside and grab a rock, see how much give it has; if you're feeling gutsy, put it in your mouth and just feel it click against your teeth. THAT'S how hard I was for my daughter, longer and thicker than she had ever seen me before, in real life or in my old pornos.

I think that she said something; I don't remember. My vision was a red-tinged tunnel with her fat, wet pussy at its end; I was deaf to anything but the squish and squelch of wet flesh and my own pulse in my dick, numb to anything but the hot bits of her body and mine. You could have sunk a sword through my heart and I wouldn't have felt a thing.

I pulled myself back until the head of my dick could angle down and just touch her pussy; even swollen up and stretched, it didn't look big enough to take me, but I didn't care. I should have waited, should have gone slowly, should have eased her into it and made it a gentle, sweet, tender lovemaking.

But...she had made me too horny. She had seduced me. She had childishly played with fire, and now I was burning.

I remember a planet-rocking thrust and a scream, and suddenly my dick had disappeared. In its place was a huge, pushed-up bulge in Cassie's fat tummy, skin stretched tight over my massive length, that fat mound gaping wide and clinging like a massive rubber band to the root of my cock, my balls rear-ending her fat ass with enough force to have dented a tank's rear plating. I could have made a tank my bitch, but instead, all that furious sexual energy was being channeled into Cassie. I wasn't even conscious enough to worry.

My hips were moving before my brain could tell them to, muscles in my thighs and abs flexed like steel cables to maximize my power. In, out, in, out...I was a beast with a piece of fresh meat to fuck, making that cute soft tummy bulge up hugely around my disgustingly giant dong. My cockhead was pushing her flesh up into her cleavage with every thrust, forcing her to stretch like her mother had never been made to, practically titfucking her through her belly. Her cervix was wrecked, her womb was my prize, violating that innermost temple of womanhood again and again. As mindless as I was to everything else, I was supremely aware of how she felt around me; I could picture what was going on inside of her, just beneath that creamy skin. I felt every ridge, every trembling strip of muscle, every curve and contour of her vaginal canal gape wide and strain around me as I fucked it; the resistant tightness of her cervix clenching like a vice around me every time I shoved past it, and the glorious texture of her womb beyond, ohhhh...no adjectives for her womb.

Not silky, or smooth, or tender, no...those words don't do it justice. Her womb was a stand-out, an entity all its own, defined by and only describable by itself...like a goddess tucked away inside Cassie's belly that now belonged to me. I staked my claim with my dick, and I cemented my ownership when I came; I didn't stop, slow down, or even pause when I came the first time. I fucked her even faster, even harder, as my balls drained gallon after gallon of plasma into her core and made her belly swell up hugely, gradually shrinking down after my first orgasm as I dragged some of it out to splatter her legs. She got bigger after my second one, though, and after my third, and my fourth, and my fifth.

The bed broke. The carpet tore. The floorboards were so weakened that I later had to replace them and reinforce the pre-existing reinforcements. After the first four hours of bestial sex-rage, I became more aware and noticed the damage to the room...but I didn't stop, because as badly as my bedroom was getting wrecked, Cassie was taking me like she was made for me. She was screaming in bliss, her hands grabbing at her breasts to squeeze them tight or grabbing at her own thighs to help hold them apart for me, or clutching eagerly at her filled tummy. Her belly was so hugely bloated that she looked like she was carrying a fully grown man inside of her, sloshing, jiggling, wobbling hugely as I power-thrust into her packed womb. Her face was a mess of saliva and cum, and sweet juices that I could smell were her own; I later learned that she'd been squirting so hard and so wetly that her honey had splattered off of my hips and gotten pretty much everywhere. The same could be said for my cum; everywhere. Fucking everywhere...the room, her, me...fucking in a winter cum-derland.

The next six hours are a blur, don't ask me to give you the play by play. At some point we changed positions when Cassie's belly grew too big to handle on her back; I rolled her onto her side, stretched her uppermost leg up over my shoulder, and kept on truckin'. She blacked out, came back, blacked out again; I remember blinking, and opening my eyes to find far more cum splattered about than a second before, her belly even bigger, my dick hard and aching. I remember my mouth moving, maybe with words coming out, maybe just roaring; who knows? I remember holding my head to that big round belly and listening to all my cum churn inside her as I blitzed into her.

The absolute last thing I remember is the sun shining through the jizz covering my east-facing window; after that, I just blinked again.

When my eyes opened, I was flat on my back in my bedroom; I've left enough rooms pasted and glazed to be able to recognize my surroundings under several feet of cum, which is good because I'd turned the room into a swamp. Semen covered the floor up to just a few inches below the edge of the bed; about three feet deep, I reckoned. Walls? Covered. Ceiling? Covered. Bed? Ho ho, covered. Me? Like a goddamn wax candle. Cassie?

I turned my head and saw a huge bulge in the cum blanketing everything. "Cassie?" I rumbled hoarsely; my throat felt like I'd done a three day heavy metal festival with no water. I reached a horribly sore arm over and started wiping off the cum, by the bucketful, until I saw black and white fur. Cleared off more and eventually excavated my daughter, who mercifully still had a pulse.

"Cassie?" I murmured, pulling her closer, shaking her and gently patting her cheek. She mooed quietly and turned into my arms, and I flopped back in relief; just sleeping, thank the gods.

"Daddy?" Came her muffled, equally-hoarse voice, her head lifting to blink down at me with tired, but very happy eyes. My jizz dripped off of her head and neck in dollops and ropes as thick as golf balls.

"Right here, babygirl," I rumbled as ai slowly, gently pulled her closer. She helped, snuggling to my side, her belly like a smooth, hot weather balloon between us. I felt a twinge in my groin as it pressed to me, but I ignored it. I had fucked enough...for now.

"You okay, Cassie?" I asked, both arms around her, holding her close to me.

"Mhmm," she nodded, squirming closer and cuddling in warmly. "Tired...sore...happy."

I nodded and pressed a hand to the back of her head, held her close, and blinked again.

When I woke up, the cum had dripped down enough to raise the level on the floor over the bed, blanketing us both in a slimy, sticky, still-warm morass. It had also cleared off the windows sufficiently for me to tell that it was around noon...on Sunday, I guessed, hoping that we hadn't slept through to Monday. Cassie was still in my arms, snoozing, and my cock was still blessedly soft, apparently understanding that it had put in sufficient overtime on Saturday to sleep in.

I fumbled a hand over to my dresser and grabbed the weatherproof phone I kept strapped to its side, and made a call to a disposal company that knows what I'm capable of and has a key to my place. I got Cassie out of bed, still asleep, and carried her to the tub, where I set the jets to foam and carefully got us as clean as my aching body could stand. She didn't wake up, though she did snuggle in her sleep; I kept her there until the cleaners were done in the bedroom, and when they left, I brought her back out and got us both back into bed. The room was still messy, but I could handle it; certainly clean enough for me to snuggle with Cassie until she woke up.

She hummed and slowly stretched against me when she finally awoke, making me smile when she yawned so, so cutely, her eyes half-opening, a smile forming when she saw and felt me. "Mmmmm, hello Daddy," she murmured, starting to snuggle closer before she winced and turned her head to look down at herself. "Mmf, Daddy, where...where did all your cum go?" She asked, confused.

"Got it cleaned up, babygirl," I murmured, big hands stroking slowly over her back, brow furrowed in concern. "Are you hurt?"

"Really sore," she whined, reaching between her legs and squeaking as she felt herself; I reached down and gently felt her myself. Not surprisingly, her tender pussy was swollen even bigger than before and was still stretched open wide enough for her to fit three fingers inside without touching her walls.

"Should have let me use the third dildo," I sighed, lying back down and cupping my hand behind her head. "Don't worry, I'll show you how to tighten up again. Lord knows your mother could, I'm sure you'll be able to as well."

She nodded and laid back down, sighing softly. "It was really good, Daddy," she murmured, little hand tracing through my chest fur. "Hurt at first, but...it was really, really good."

I chuckled softly, nodding as I pat the back of her head lightly. "Next time I'll go softer, I promise." I kissed her forehead and hugged her closer, and she smiled against my side.

"You're my fat little cow now, Cassie," I rumbled after a while. "Do you like that?"

She nodded, blushing a little as she looked up to me. "And you're my big Daddy now," she murmured. "And I'm going to be a good little cow for you."

I smiled. "Moo for me, my little cow."

She smiled brightly. "Mooo, Daddy."

"Good girl."

"I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, babygirl."