Cucked by my Father Ch. 02

"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.

"Still in bed I suppose. He obviously needed a good rest after yesterday," she replied with a wink.

We sat down together and chatted some more till dad joined us about half an hour later. Rachel sprung to her feet as soon as he entered.

"Morning James!" she said happily.

"Morni...mmm."

Before my dad could finish saying 'morning' he noticed Rachel's very transparent dress and lack of bra beneath. He licked his lips and stared at her like a lion surveying his prey. His height seemed to grow by 6 inches as he purposefully walked towards her practically drooling. He then stopped at a foot in front of her and thoroughly examined her like a piece of meat. A few moments later he reached out and wrapped an arm around her tiny waist before throwing her over his shoulder. He then turned and paced out of the kitchen before carrying her upstairs.

"Can I fuck Rachel?" he called back to me with a deep booming voice, already half way up the stairs.

"Uh yeah sure," I answered, though I knew this wasn't a question as much as it was him stating what was going to happen.

I heard the bedroom door slam, a loud thud no doubt from Rachel being thrown onto the bed, then a giggle which turned into a squeal, and finally into a moan. Seconds later the familiar sound of her being pounded filled the house. My immediate instinct from yesterday was to walk upstairs and see if the door was open again- if I was lucky I could sneak a peek. I then thought back to what I discussed with my dad and decided better of it. I resisted the urge and simply remained in the kitchen listening to Rachel's orgasmic sounds echo down from the floor above.

This session was just a quickie and less than an hour later Rachel stumbled back into the kitchen, this time wearing jeans and a t-shirt.

"Um what happened to your dress?"

"That didn't survive baby, he ripped it from me."

"Oh ok," I replied, my mind boggling at that mental picture.

"God he was like a wild beast. I've never known him like it. Sooo dominant mmmm."

Before we could continue the conversation my dad stormed in, made a beeline for Rachel and pushed her up against the wall. He kissed her hungrily, grunting as he did. Rachel merely whimpered in reply, being totally overwhelmed by my animalistic dad. He was soon roughly mauling her boobs with his hand as he continued his assault. Rachel somehow managed to break the kiss for a second to catch her breath.

"N-not here. Not with him around, ok?" she gasped, her own voice filled with lust.

This fell on deaf ears as my dad tried to kiss her again.

"James, James please. No. Wait."

At hearing 'no' my dad withdrew and stepped back. He looked over his shoulder and eventually noticed me standing there at the other side of the room. He looked directly at me and I couldn't help but take a step back when I saw the almost crazed look in his eye. Was I scared? I realised at that point my dad was the alpha male, and it was the most basic instinct of any beta male (me) to recoil before him.

"Take. The. Dog. For. A. Walk," he growled through gritted teeth.

I nodded in submission and scrambled for the lead in order to obey as quickly as possible. As he turned away, he grabbed Rachel tightly by the wrist and dragged her into the lounge before shoving her over the arm of the couch and pulling down her jeans.

"Daddy, daddy please..." she begged him. "Please fuck me daddy..."

The desperation in her voice was very audible and as I reluctantly left the house, I took a look back to see him roughly ram his big cock into her in one stroke. At first I struggled to walk properly with my erection pressing tightly on my jeans. I did think about finding a secluded spot somewhere and jacking off quickly but I felt bad about making Fido witness that. After half an hour of thinking unsexy thoughts, my erection eventually disappeared and I was able to enjoy the walk properly. After a while I could hear Fido wheezing beside me; I looked down and the poor guy could hardly stand. I then checked my watch- we'd been out for over 2 hours already, that was way longer than I had walked him before. I then realised that I had subconsciously been giving my dad and Rachel more time alone together. I was practically encouraging them to fuck all afternoon without any disturbance. Our arrangement initially started with us negotiating together when Rachel would be sleeping with my dad or with me. It had now turned into them dictating when and where with me obeying them. I should've been angry but for some reason it felt natural for me. At work I was an obedient employee, always doing what I was asked of me in an instant, and that had now extended to my homelife. Obviously it seemed I was more than happy to submit to those more powerful than me.

The house was silent and I was happy with myself that I hadn't intruded on them, they deserved that time together. I walked into the lounge and was met with the smell of sex, obviously my dad had just decided to fuck her there the entire time instead of worrying about transporting her upstairs. Her jeans, t-shirt and underwear were all scattered across the room and in front of the arm of the couch where she had been bent over lay a towel soaking up some kind of liquid- it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out it was a puddle of her squirt. My dad sat in the armchair watching the football half asleep.

"I'm sorry son, I shouldn't have done that," he said groggily.

"Done what?"

"Taken her like that. Carrying her upstairs without your permission, and then again in here."

"It's ok dad," I said surprised by his concern.

"No it isn't. She's your girlfriend. I lost control and I promise it won't happen again. It's not for me to call the shots, we're all in this together," he replied with a sound of genuine regret in his voice.

"It's ok dad, really."

"Thank you son."

"Where is Rachel?"

"I carried her up to your room, she's probably sleeping."

I walked upstairs and was met with the view of her laying naked across my bed on her front. I could see that she was asleep from her shallow breathing and I could also see that between her legs my dad's cum leaking from her pussy.

"Hey baby," I whispered sitting on the bed.

"Ummmhhh," she murmured still half asleep.

"Are you ok?"

"Mmmm yes daddy," she replied. Did she think I was my dad? "Please daddy..."

Did she want my dad to fuck her some more? Should I ask him to come up? No, I may be a cuckold but that was going way too far even for me. I soon found myself unzipping my jeans and pulling out my aching cock. I slowly jacked off staring at her messy pussy.

"Please fuck me daddy. Please..." she was begging but as far as I could tell, still not fully awake.

I positioned myself between her legs- was this wrong? Not only fucking my half asleep girlfriend but also having her think she was fucking someone else? It turned out my arousal was a more powerful force than my ethical worries and before I knew it I was pushing into her cum-filled pussy.

"Mmm thank you daddy..." she cooed.

Once again I was met with the feeling of my dad's cum coating my cock and it drove me absolutely wild. I felt the pool sitting at the entrance to her cervix which was much smaller than before, but still way more than I had ever pumped into her. I slowly began to fuck her, not wanting the force of penetration to fully wake her.

"Please daddy, fuck me harder..."

Oh god how I wished I could fuck her like he did. My mind was in an internal battle with itself- fuck her as hard as I could muster and risk her waking up, or continue on slowly. I decided it best to go with the latter. I gently held her hips and fucked her from behind, after a few minutes even this incredibly slow fucking was building her up for an orgasm and she was moaning lightly.

"Do you like that bab...Rachel?" I decided to try and mimic my dad.

"Yes daddy, soo good."

"Am-am I better than my son?"

"Mmmm yes."

"You'd much rather fuck me than him wouldn't you?"

"Mmm yes. You fuck me so good."

"W-what do you like most?"

"Being your slut..."

"W-what?" I replied trying not to lose it.

"I like being daddy's naughty little slut."

I bit my lip to silence myself as I shot a massive load of cum deep inside her- this also set off her own orgasm and she whimpered as she bucked her hips against the bed.

"Rachel?" I whispered.

"Ummmh," she replied before falling back to sleep.

I let out a sigh of relief and quickly straightened myself up and walked back to my bedroom door before opening and closing it loudly.

"Eeep!" shouted Rachel suddenly waking.

"Sorry baby did I wake you?"

"Yeah you did," she replied stretching her neck.

"Good sleep?"

"Mmm I had a great dream..."

"Oh really? What about?"

"Oh I think you know," she said cheekily.

"Kittens?" I teased.

"Yeah that's it, kittens," she chuckled.

"You must've been pretty worn out to sleep in the afternoon."

"Mmm yeah he wore me out good..."

She sat up and looked down to see my cum leaking from her onto the bed. I clenched my fist in fear that she'd realise what I'd done.

"Jesus he really filled me up. I'd better go for a shower."

I watched her waddle down the hallway holding her hand under her pussy to catch any cum before it hit the carpet. When the bathroom door closed I let out a massive sigh to relieve some of the tension that had built up just now. I then lay back in bed and jacked off thinking back to her calling me daddy.

That evening we walked down together for dinner and I half expected my dad to grab her ravage her again but he was on his best behaviour now. I couldn't help but notice Rachel making eyes at him the entire time, almost daring him to do something. God she was insatiable. Just before bed dad got up and decided to be the diplomat again.

"Ok I'm off to bed now. Rachel, I think you should sleep with your boyfriend tonight."

"No," she replied.

"Pardon?"

"I'm sleeping with you. Isn't that right baby?"

She looked over at me and I knew the only choice I had was to nod.

"There. Settled. Now you don't have to fuck me if you don't want to of course- you can just go to sleep," she said with a cocky smile. She knew he couldn't resist her.

"Ok," he said in a voice that made it clear he would definitely be fucking her- probably extra hard as punishment for questioning him.