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.
