"So do you want me to shower first or do you want to fuck me right here and now?"
I swallowed feeling like there was a stone in my throat. I couldn't answer. For all the time I had been with Rachel I had never been lost for words before- communication was one of the strongest parts of our relationship. I started to shake slightly, the pressure for an answer as well as the sheer eroticism of this situation was too much for me. Rachel blinked slowly and smiled at me warmly before making the decision herself.
She unbuttoned my jeans and quickly pulled them down my legs making my cock spring free to full attention. I didn't even have a chance the remove them properly before she had her hands on my chest, straddling me. I could hardly breathe as I stared in disbelief at her freshly fucked pussy inching closer and closer to my cock. Rachel put her thumb under my chin and tilted my head up to refocus my attention on her. I gazed into her eyes with apprehension and nervousness but her kind, natural look calmed me slightly. I then felt the tip of my cock pressing into her. I exhaled loudly as the air was seemingly sucked from my lungs. Her pussy was so wet but I knew that this was not from her arousal but instead from my dad's cum coating the inner walls of her tunnel.
She slowly slid herself down and I was well aware that she was gaping after her fuck with my dad. Her pussy, whilst still very tight, didn't feel anywhere near as snug as it usually did. If anything this made me even hornier- my father's big thick cock had left its mark on my girlfriend's pussy. Once my full length was buried inside her the warmth of my dad's cum enveloped the head of my cock. I made a grunting sound out of shock and disbelief.
"How is it baby?" Rachel purred into my ear.
"Uh. Uhhh. It's. It's so wet."
"Mmm yeah he really filled me up didn't he? That's 3 loads you can feel there..."
"Oh-oh my god..."
"He just loves to fill me. He says that any cum that isn't deep in my pussy is a waste. It's a good job I'm on the pill isn't it?"
"Ohhh..."
With that I added my own load of cum to my father's. I didn't even get to fuck Rachel, just the act of being buried inside her surrounded by my dad's cum was too much for me to handle. Rachel grinned at me and giggled slightly before lifting herself from my spent cock. My whole shaft was stained white as it slid from her, and once my head popped out the dam broke. A large globule of our combined cum (mostly my dad's) oozed from her, and seemingly in slow motion splattered over my flaccid cock and crotch.
Before I had a chance to react, Rachel was already leaving my room to go for her shower. I was left there laying on my back panting, and smothered in cum. The sudden realisation of what just happened crashed down upon me and I felt sick. I felt dirty, depraved, disgusting- I needed to get clean. Though with Rachel currently occupying the shower I had no choice but to remain there and wallow in my feelings. I finally heard the bathroom door open and I jumped to my feet. However, in my sudden reaction I had totally forgotten about the large pool of cum on me and had a fresh feeling of disgust as I felt it start to dribble down my legs. Before I had a chance to run to the bathroom I saw my dad's bedroom door begin to open. He walked out totally naked with his large cock still semi-hard. He looked so powerful right then- this tall strong man buzzing with testosterone after having fucked a girl young enough to be his daughter.
I saw Rachel's hand extend from the bathroom doorway, grab my dad's and pull him inside. Great, now I had to wait even longer. The echoey bathroom had the effect of amplifying all sounds inside and I could easily hear Rachel's giggles soon accompanied by sounds of passionate kissing. After a few more giggles the shower was turned on and the cascading water killed any further noise. I could just imagine them standing together, my dad soaping up Rachel. His big hands wandering over her body, grabbing her boobs, her ass, sliding between her legs. I started to feel turned on again but after the extreme experience of earlier my cock would definitely be out of commission for the rest of the day.
Eventually they were finished and the bathroom door swung open again to a flurry of giggles from Rachel. As she walked back to my room I heard my dad swat her ass which led to a yelp and even more giggles from her. I retracted slightly when she entered, feeling embarrassed at my cum smothered form. She didn't seem to care though and barely paid me any attention at all as she sat on the corner of my bed getting dressed. She opted for a more relaxed and casual dress for once and slipped on some baggy tracksuit bottoms and threw an oversized hoodie over her topless form. Suddenly Rachel looked like her normal self once more. This was how I was used to seeing her before lockdown- unflattering comfy clothes, perfect for playing games in and far removed from the lingerie clad sex goddess she presented herself as to my dad.
I could barely believe my eyes when Rachel casually switched on the PlayStation and started playing. How could she go straight from fucking my dad for 2 hours, fucking me with a cum filled pussy, and showering with my dad, to just playing a game like nothing had happened? Was this just natural for her now? Eventually I heard my dad walk downstairs and I finally went for my shower. As I stood there alone with the cool water soaking me I started to cry slightly. I was losing control over my life. My girlfriend was changing before my very eyes. I tried to feel angry or upset with her but I realised she was becoming her true self. The Rachel I saw now was the same girl as before, just with her inhibitions removed. She now had the chance to do whatever she wanted in order to be happy. Could I begrudge her for that? Maybe I was just jealous that she had found herself whilst I remained the same shy, reserved person I had always been. I decided to stop thinking anymore lest I begin to depress myself.
As I got dressed Rachel was still engrossed in the game. I sat beside her trying to pretend like things hadn't changed. As long as it was just the two of us I felt better. The thought of facing my dad again filled me with dread for some reason. I think it was the embarrassment of it being likely that he now knew it turned me on. I wonder what he and Rachel spoke about in the shower? Were they both mocking me, laughing to each other at how pathetic I was?
I licked my dry lips. God I was thirsty. If I went downstairs to get a drink it was likely I'd see my dad. Could I ask Rachel to get one for me instead? I shook my head- no, I had to face him sooner rather than later. As I walked into the kitchen dad was sitting at the table reading the newspaper. He looked up at me with a stern look in his eye.
"Son, I need to talk to you."
My stomach immediately knotted itself. Shit, that didn't sound good.
"Um ok dad," I said slightly uneasily as I sat opposite him.
"Earlier this afternoon did you watch us?"
"Um..."
"I think we may have accidentally left the door ajar. Were you watching?"
"Yes..." I closed my eyes, waiting for him to call me a pathetic cuck.
"Please don't do that again ok?" suddenly his voice returned to a more settled, kinder tone.
"O-ok."
"I like my time with Rachel to be private, ok? Just the two of us. To be honest I just don't feel comfortable with someone watching me during such an intimate moment. Can you understand that?"
"Yes, yes I do dad."
"Thank you son. Everything between us three has been going so smoothly and I'd like that to continue."
"Yes dad, so do I."
With that I got a drink and returned upstairs. I honestly felt like a great weight had been lifted from my shoulders and that in a way I'd totally dodged a bullet. At the end of the day, he was still my dad so I suppose he wanted to save me from embarrassment. I could also understand his point and put myself in his shoes. I had a hard enough time performing in bed as it was, I couldn't begin to imagine how uncomfortable I'd feel with someone watching me.
The rest of the day went by fine and any tension there might have been between us had all dissipated. That night I think my dad played the diplomat by suggesting that Rachel sleep with me for a change. All we did was sleep though; the emotional rollercoaster of earlier had completely exhausted me, and I'm sure even Rachel didn't really need any more sex that day. We kissed each other sweetly and ended up falling asleep in each other's arms.
I woke up the next morning totally refreshed, albeit alone in bed. I checked the clock- midday already, no wonder Rachel had already got up. As I walked into the kitchen I licked my lips, there was Rachel leaning over the counter to reach into a cupboard whilst wearing a very short white summer dress which was almost showing her ass.
"Morning baby," I said cheerily.
"Morning," she replied turning round with a million dollar smile.
I couldn't help but smile as well. The dress was made of a very light fabric, and the white colour mixed with the bright sunshine in the kitchen meant it had become very see-through and was easy to see her lack of a bra underneath.
"How are you feeling?"
"So good baby, I felt yesterday really took our relationship to a new level."
"Haha yeah," I tried to act cool but was a little worried by what she meant by 'new level'. Did she intend to fuck me again with a cum-filled pussy?
"So, um where's dad?" I asked, changing the subject.
