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?"
