I somehow managed to get through the day without anyone other than Terri saying something. I kept deflecting her questions, saying I’d eaten something that hadn’t agreed with me or something but that I was OK.
If you couldn’t tell, I’d stop sharing with Terri about my dad. As far as she knew, I’d only done the one anonymous blowjob and her glorious plan this week was still intact.
I kept daydreaming about what had happened in the truck that morning. I still couldn’t believe it. My Dad had the ability to surprise me at every turn. I wondered what else was in store, not that I could imagine a scenario I’d turn him down on.
I felt I was starting to get a bit out of control. Before my change, I never would have gone along with some of the things Dad had done. I mean, a car blowjob is one thing, but showing it off to strangers is another. Having sex with an open door and a full house, I’d never been that daring. Sex in the house, sure, but only with the door closed and some loud music going.
It seemed every time I started to get hesitant about something, my girl cock took over thinking for me. I was starting to wonder where it was going to stop.
I was exhausted by the time I came through the door to the house. I’d been tired all day and the constant fantasizing seemed to be taking a toll on me.
I made my way to the kitchen and popped open an energy drink. I needed the caffeine. If I tried to lay down for a quick nap, I’d probably fall asleep until about one a. m. and then not be able to get back to sleep. I had to push through.
Trudging upstairs, I dropped my things and headed for the bathroom. While I’d managed to make myself presentable, I still felt dirty, both physically and mentally.
The sound of my parent’s shower running made me stop. Dad hadn’t greeted me when I came home, so I figured he was out. Thomas shouldn’t be home and besides, he never used my parents shower. My mom never came home early so I had no idea who was in the shower as I crept into the room.
As quietly as I could, I slipped into the bathroom and glanced at the shower curtain. An obviously male, present party excluded… wait… I was a futa, which meant there could be more futas out there. I tucked that thought away for later fantasizing about and returned to the shower curtain.
A guy was in the shower beating off. There, happy? Now I don’t have to be clever about how I describe it. I was pretty sure it was Dad, as I’d become very familiar with the shape of his cock by now.
I grinned evilly as I quietly reached into the shower and turned off the hot water. A moment later, my dad shrieked as ice-cold water interrupted his furious masturbation session.
I watched as he frantically adjusted the water until it was back to normal. When he finally stuck his head around the curtain, he found me leaning against the sink, my arms folded, and a stern look on my face.
“Uh… hi,” he started sheepishly. “I guess I… uh… deserved that huh?”
“Ya’ think?” I unfolded my arms and stripped quickly before joining him in the shower.
“Move over,” I ordered, pushing him and his raging hard-on to the side so I could get under the shower. I got myself wet and started my normal wash routine.
“So, you gonna help or not?” I asked, not looking at him but holding a shampoo bottle over my shoulder.
“Wasn’t sure if you wanted me to,” he said, taking the bottle.
This time, I did look over my shoulder at him. “I climbed into your shower, remember?” I sighed. I appreciated his caution with me, but sometimes it was annoying.
He proceeded to lather up his hands and start working on my hair. It was nice. He had a gentle touch, taking the time to pay attention and not miss anything.
Meanwhile, I was busy working on everything else.
His hands finished with my hair and started massaging my shoulders.
I thought about stopping him, but it felt too good. Even as I felt his stiff cock resting in the crack of my ass, I didn’t stop him. He didn’t try to do anything other than rub my shoulders.
I moaned as he moved to my shoulder blades. His hands were still soapy and slid across my skin with ease. Working down my spine, I didn’t stop him as he seemed to know what he was doing.
Meanwhile, the heat from his cock as it was wedged tightly between my cheeks was intense and quickly got a rise out of me.
Then his hands slipped around my waist and began to delicately knead my stomach, working his way higher. By the time his hands began to massage my boobs, he was practically grinding against my ass.
I’d heard about people “hot dogging” before but never tried it until now. His cock seemed to still be slippery from shampoo but I didn’t know how. It should have washed off by now.
I looked over my shoulder to ask him about it when he kissed me instead. The warm water was blasting against my skin, his hands were expertly working my titts and his cock was driving me nuts.
I couldn’t take it anymore and turned around, embracing him and kissing him more deeply. I could feel our cocks sliding between us, his still slippery.
“So, am I forgiven?” he asked.
“I wouldn’t say that,” I said teasingly. I reached down and took hold of his cock. It slipped easily through my fingers as if well-lubed. “What do you have on this thing?” I asked.
“Special sauce,” he grinned at me. “It’s great! Safe on everything, edible and most importantly, it takes a lot to wash it off, so it stays put in the shower until you’re done.”
“For your special shower time?” I asked, rubbing his slick cock across my belly, causing him to gasp.
“Ye… yes,” he finally managed through clenched teeth.
“Oh? A bit worked up, are we? Wasn’t what I did this morning enough to sate you?” I blinked up at him with what I hoped was a sexy pout.
“What you did this morning is why this thing won’t stop wanting attention!” He groaned as I rubbed our cocks together.
“Where’s this… special sauce?” I said, holding my hand out.
He reached to a high shelf and pulled down a small bottle before handing it to me.
“Careful, it doesn’t take a lot,” he said as I unscrewed the top and poured some into my hand.
Then I reached down and smeared it across my cock, setting the bottle aside but not out of reach. I began to slowly grind our cocks together as they slipped and slided around one another. It was sexy as hell but also frustrating. As soon as you got to a good spot, your cock would slip, and you’d have to start over.
“Almost too slippery,” I grinned as my free hand slipped around his waist, and a slippery finger started to slowly run down the crack of his ass.
“Yeah, be careful and don’t slip–” he started but then sucked in a gasp as my finger found his hole and began to gently circle it.
“Yes? Don’t slip what?” I teased having to focus on both stroking our combined cocks and teasing his ass. I finally settled on holding our two cocks together as we ground against each other.
“Uh… in the tub. Don’t slip in the tub,” he managed through another gasp as I slid a finger inside him.
“You do love having your ass played with, don’t you?” I asked, looking up at his wild eyes.
He was moving closer to me, trying to give me better access to his ass. His eyes finally focused on me as he said, “Ye… yes.” His voice was coy, one I hadn’t heard from him before.
“Would you like me to play with your ass some more?” I asked.
He practically jumped at the offer. “Yes!” he groaned.
“Turn around,” I commanded, pulling my finger from inside him as he obeyed. “Hands on the wall,” I ordered as he put both hands on the wall, causing him to bend over slightly. “Don’t move unless I tell you to, or else I’ll stop. Understand?”