Chapter 6
(Mg, inc, shave, exhib, voy, MMg , oral, anal)
Nikki spills the beans and her daddy confronts Mr. Jack about what has been going on over the years next door...
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**LIFE WITH DADDY**
Just before Daddy got home that evening, Billy's cum had finally stopped leaking from my ass. As usual, I had stuffed toilet paper in my butt crack to soak it up and keep it from leaving an embarrassing wet spot in the back, and I had removed it.
I had supper ready and we ate. It wasn't much, just a meat sauce made with a jar of spaghetti sauce over linguini, one of my go to dinners and one that's hard to mess up. As always, Daddy complimented my meager cooking, whether it was good or not. We finished eating and while I cleaned up, Daddy just sat at the table. That was unusual, as he usually got up as soon as we were finished eating and wandered off, usually downstairs to catch the evening news. Every time I glanced over at him, he was looking at me.
Once I put the last dish in the dishwasher, I turned to him and asked, "What?"
"Com'ere."
I walked up and stood before him.
"Take off your clothes."
"Here?"
"Yes, here," he replied. I was still a little sore from the night before, but I wanted to please Daddy, and figuring he just wanted to look at my tits, I stripped down to my just my panties.
"Panties, too."
Off came the panties. He looked me up and down for a moment then he stood. Without explanation he lifted me up and sat me on the table.
"Lie back on the table," he instructed.
I did as he asked. He gently spread my knees apart. Whatever he planned on doing, I was by then pretty sure it was focused on my pussy, but he was still fully dressed.
Daddy walked over to the side counter and retrieved a bag from CVS. He reached in and produced a tube of Nair, a hair removal cream. Mother had introduced me to it to remove the hair on my legs and my underarms for a very smooth result with no residual stubble. Daddy now slathered a generous amount on my mons and my vulva.
I was proud of my dark springy bush, as it was proof that I was a woman and not just a little girl anymore. Now it was going, going, gone. I was going to look like a little girl again! I voiced my opinion, but Daddy said that he wanted me smooth down there and that was that. I was to be bald again, or at least my pussy was going to be bald. I didn't exactly cry, but I wasn't totally happy either. Anyway, after letting it sit for a while, dissolving my pubic hair, he wiped me clean with a damp dish cloth. He then had me turn over and he did the same with my ass crack, except he rubbed my asshole while the Nair did its work.
"Who did this to you?" he asked poking at my anus. "You let Billy and Jason fuck you in the ass too?"
I was so embarrassed! I knew my asshole felt different, sort of puffy after the anal sex began, but I had no idea it was so visible.
"I was thinking this morning, between meetings, what I was going to do when you were on the rag." He wormed a fat digit into my hole. "I considered this," he continued wiggling the tip in my ass for emphasis, "but... yeah, there's nothing really to consider, now is there?
"Hell, girl, you had a dick up your butt just this afternoon. Didn't you? One or two dicks?"
"It was just Billy," I whimpered thinking I was in for it. Gawd, Daddy was so much bigger than Billy, I just knew it was going to hurt.
For the next several minutes he finger fucked my ass which was lubricated with Billy's sperm, but not aggressively, as he took his time. He went in deep, as deep as he could get with his middle finger and worked it around inside me. It felt good. After several minutes he completely withdrew. I felt the cold wetness of the dish rag cleaning up my ass crack. When he was finished he rubbed my butt cheeks for a minute or so. 'This is it,' I thought as I braced myself to opened up like never before.
To my surprise he rolled me over onto my back. I was also surprised that he was still dressed. 'He's not going to bugger me?' I thought.
He stood there looking at me for a moment, then asked, "Are you Daddy's girl?"
Lying nude on the kitchen table, I nodded and smiled up at him. Then he began unbuttoning his shirt. He undressed slowly and deliberately, giving me plenty of time to think about what was about to happen. He took off everything, including his socks. He was going to fuck me, that much I was certain of, but where and how?
Standing between my legs, fully as naked as I was, he looked me over. Then he began playing with his dick. It was already half hard and as the moments passed his big dick got bigger and bigger and bigger. Looking at it again as it became fully engorged, I couldn't believe he had that thing inside me the night before.
I waited for him to flip me over again, but he didn't. Instead he pulled out a tube of KY Jelly and slathered his cock up with it. Mr. Jack and the boys always used KY when they sodomized me, and I expected he would now do the same. But, he didn't. He lifted my legs and pushed my knees back onto my tits, stepped up and nuzzled the fat blunt head into the folds of my pussy, seating himself at the entrance to my pre-teen vagina. I tried to relax myself as much as possible and waited for him to begin inching into me slowly like he'd done the night before.
I gasped and cried out as he suddenly buried himself into me as far as he could go. I saw stars as he rammed into my cervix. He slowly pulled back only to slam into me again, only he didn't hit my cervix nearly so hard this time, or any other time while he fucked me. After a few strokes, it felt pretty good having him inside me, and every time his cock slid in the sheath of my pussy, his big fat cock pulled my pussy lips either in or out, and rubbed against my clit.
Even though the inward thrusts were fast and forceful, the overall fucking was slow and measured, giving me plenty of time to feel and savor each and every stroke. Repeatedly striking my cervix was rather uncomfortable at first, but the pain was quickly melded into pleasure that was relentlessly building and building until I was consumed by a massive orgasm. Even after I came, he continued his deliberate pace, fucking me and fucking me while I howled and howled in pleasure, the howling periodically interrupted by interludes where I couldn't even breathe, much less howl.
It seemed like it was forever before I felt Daddy's big dick pulsing with his own orgasm. The thrusting stopped and I felt him softening inside me, as my vaginal spasms continued until I expelled him. I lay there on the table for some time, gradually recovering from the absolute best fucking I ever had up to that point in my life. Heck, I wasn't even twelve years old yet.
When I had recovered enough to form a cogent thought, Daddy was still standing there. Not between my splayed legs, but a step or so away, watching me and watching his cum dribbling from my now swollen pussy.
He helped me sit up and then to stand, only to press me down onto my knees before him. I was now eye level and just inches from his substantial soft cock. It was drooping, but still semi-hard and still drooling cum from the tip. "Clean me up, Nikki," he said as he pushed my head towards his wet glistening organ, fresh from my cunt.
"Good, girl. Good girl," he cooed as I sucked him into my mouth, scouring his organ clean of our sex fluids.
As I sucked and laved over his soft cock, I wondered if he wanted me to get him hard again and... He pushed me away, helped me to my feet and laid on a most unfatherly kiss. I wasn't so sure I liked it, as he tasted strongly of those cigars he smoked, but I kissed him back with an equal fervor and rubbed my young tits into his hairy belly.
"You're a nice fuck, baby girl," he said once we broke the kiss. "I'm going to enjoy having you available to me.
"Now, you need to clean up that mess on the floor," he said pointing to the pool of his thick cum that had dripped from my cunt onto the floor. "When you're finished, come meet me downstairs."
I got a handful of paper towels and mopped up the goo. Then I went downstairs. Daddy was sitting in his favorite chair, puffing away on a cigar, still as naked as when he fucked me minutes before. He wasn't watching TV, but listening to piano music, not my favorite, but it was okay.
"Fix me a drink, baby," he told me gesturing with his cigar.
I went to the bar, filled a glass from the ice machine and filled it halfway with his favorite single malt scotch. I turned, showing him the glass and asked, "Water?"
"No, just on the rocks," he replied.
I brought it to him and putting his cigar down, he took it from me and patted his lap for me to sit. I sat in his naked lap and he pulled me into him close. It was so nice being held by him skin on skin. I love snuggling naked with Mr. Jack, but I love snuggling naked with Daddy even more. I was so happy! While sipping on his scotch, he stroked my back and I played in his chest hair. As the minutes passed, the hands wandered over more and more of each others' bodies.
"So, tell me about you, Billy and Jason," he said after awhile. So I told him, not going into too many details, just the basics, about Billy and Jason and how and when we started messing around together. Somewhere along the way he asked about the sleepovers.
"So, where was Jack when all this was taking place?" he asked. I tried to be as evasive as possible without lying too much, but he kept pressing me and I guess I said a little too much.
"So, Jack's been fucking you too?" he said as calmly as could be.
I figured he already knew about that and there was no sense in lying, knowing how angry he gets whenever he catches me fibbing.
"That son of bitch!" he exploded. "That low down god damned..." I'd heard Daddy curse before, and I knew he was angry, very angry. "I ought to kill that bastard!" he bellowed with a red face and the veins standing out on his thick neck.
"No, Daddy! No! Mr. Jack's like a second Daddy to me and he's your best friend," I pleaded. "He's like family to me!
"Oh, please, Daddy, no! You'll be arrested and I'll have to go live with Mother and Marvin."
At the mention of Marvin, Daddy seemed to calm down. If there was any one person or thing he hated and loathed most in the entire world, it was Marvin, with Mother in second place, or perhaps the other way around. Jack? Jack was his fishing buddy. He liked Jack. Liked him a lot. Maybe they weren't exactly best friends, but pretty close.
"Don't worry, baby. I won't kill him. That's just a figure of speech."
Then he snorted, "And I can't very well have him arrested for fucking you, not after these past two days. Hell, I don't blame him for fucking you.
"So, what do you suggest I do?" he asked. "Just pretend that I don't know he's poking you?"
I didn't answer.
He picked up his cigar from the ashtray, relit it and puffed away for a few minutes, not saying anything, just thinking. He put the cigar back down and picked up his cell phone.
"Who are you calling?" I asked as he dialed. This time it was Daddy who didn't answer.
"You've been fucking my daughter!" he roared into the phone. I had a pretty good idea who he was yelling at. "You and your boys have been fucking her since she was six years old! Six!" I didn't think it wise to point out we hadn't moved next door to Mr. Jack until I was seven.
"You're going to prison, asshole!"
Daddy stopped yelling and started listening. He looked at me and a huge smile spread across his face, like he'd just pulled a big joke on Mr. Jack. And he had.
"Hey, buddy," he interrupted, "I'm just jerking your chain. I'm not going to have your ass arrested. I might have if I'd found this out last week, but not now...
"Really, I'm not angry about it or angry with you...
"What changed? What do you think? Hell, I fucked her. Last night and just a while ago. Guess I should thank you for breaking her in so well. She's a fine fuck, my little Nikki, but then you already know that...
"No, I'm not pissed off at you. Hell, what's done is done. Best I can tell, she likes it, likes it a lot...
"No, no, no, we're okay, buddy. Really. I just thought that you should know that I know, and now you know...
"Yeah, I'm good with all of it, just so long as she was never forced. She wasn't forced was she?...
"I didn't think so...
"Hey, you busy right now?...
"Then why don't you come over and we'll talk...
"Sure, bring some scotch...
"Yeah, see you in a few minutes."
Daddy hung up and abruptly stood up, practically dumping me onto the floor. "Go put some clothes on," he told me. "Put on that skimpy little outfit you were wearing last night. You know, the one that shows your ass and almost shows your tits.
"Now, get!"
With a stinging swat to the butt, he sent me scampering off to put on some clothes, even though the clothes he wanted me to wear covered very little. But I guess that was the point, he wanted to display me to his friend, not that his friend hadn't already seen everything there was to see.
Daddy followed me upstairs and he too got dressed, in khakis, a pull over shirt and some deck shoes without socks. He was just putting on his shoes when I walked into Daddy's bedroom and asked, "Is this what you want?" He stopped and just looked at me in my red belly shirt and black thong.
"Turn around." I turned and looked over my shoulders at him.
"You're a walking hard-on in that get-up," he said with a smile. "Too bad you don't have a pair of slut slippers to wear with it. Guess we'll just have to correct that oversight."
He finished with his shoes, walked up behind me and hugged me from behind, slipping his big hands under my shirt and cupping my boobs. "Fuck, I've a another boner for you, sweetie." He laughed lightly adding, "And I bet Jack will have boner too when he sees you.
"Now, before I change my mind and just leave Jack outside while I fuck you again, best you get that fine ass downstairs, baby girl. Go wait in the dressing room until I call for you." He let his hands slip from my tits and stepping back sent me off with a stinging swat to the butt.
I wasn't down in the dressing room for just a minute or two when I heard the doorbell ring. Mr. Jack was here! I heard the front door open and then slam shut (Mother would have not liked that.) A moment later I heard their voices and footsteps going down the stairs. It was only then that I wondered what Daddy was up to.
Then an awful thought occurred to me, maybe Daddy just lured Mr. Jack over and was planning to do something awful, like beating him to a bloody pulp. But I knew he wouldn't do that... or would he? Daddy was always unpredictable like that.
But as the minutes passed and I only heard muffled voices and laughter and not the furniture being broken in a melee, I realized that everything was okay.
I waited for I don't know how long, but eventually Daddy opened the door and simply said, "Nikki."
I got up and went to the door just catching a glimpse of Daddy's back as he walked away.
Daddy was in his chair and Mr. Jack was in the other matching chair when I walked in. I could tell that Mr. Jack was liking what he saw. Daddy waved me over to him. I was planning on sitting in his lap, but when I got close, he leaned forward, placing a hand on my hip. He turned me so that Mr. Jack had a full backside view of me and I felt Daddy's hand on my butt, stroking it.
"Nice fine ass, eh, Jack?"
"Absolutely. Finest ass this side of the Continental Divide," Jack replied.
Daddy felt my ass up for a few minutes while Mr. Jack watched. Then he pulled me into his lap, running his hand up under my shirt and fondling me. Gawd, I didn't know Daddy was such a perv! But he wasn't satisfied with that, he lifted the shirt so Mr. Jack could see everything he was doing, mainly rolling my nipples and pulling on them.
I saw Mr. Jack move around in his chair as he adjusted his junk. Meanwhile my pussy was getting wetter and wetter from the titty play, not to mention the salacious show Daddy was putting on with me. Daddy was adding fuel to fire by kissing and nibbling on my neck and ears as he felt me up.
I thought, 'Gawd, Is Daddy going to fuck me while Mr. Jack watches?' With that thought, I moaned arching my back into Daddy.
"You're a hot little girl," Daddy whispered. "Let's get this shirt off." I sat up a little and peeled the shirt off. Daddy resumed mauling my now completely bare tits while our neighbor watched lustfully.
He stopped molesting my breasts and had me stand up. He pulled my thong down to mid thigh and said, "I just love a nice smooth pussy on a girl. Don't you, Jack?"
He then pulled me back into his lap where he worked the thong the rest of the way off. With one hand caressing my tit, his other hand went between my legs, spreading me open to Mr. Jack's gaze. A moment later the hand was on my pussy and in another moment, fingers were probing into my slit.
"You're soaking wet, darling," my father said to me while diddling me, and I was. I could hear the wet smacking noises as he played with my cunt. I'm sure Mr. Jack could hear them too and all the while I was getting hotter and hotter being put on display like this. Of course Mr. Jack had seen his boys playing with my cunt many times and he himself had easy access to it whenever I was over, but he'd never seen my own father so lewdly fingering me.
Soon the fingers were in my slippery vagina. Daddy's hand became a blur as he pushed in and out of me rapidly, his fist beating on my clit with every stroke. With a cry, the orgasm blasted over me like a volcanic ash-flow roaring down on a doomed town. I thrashed and bucked about in his lap, but he held me there, masturbating me furiously as I struggled to remain conscious. Mercifully he stopped, but the spasms kept flowing over me and for a good five minutes I lay in his lap jerking every few seconds while the fire continued to rage inside me until all the fuel was exhausted.
Gradually I became aware of something other than my frenetically orgasmic pussy. I slowly became aware that they were talking, talking and having a laugh like good friends do. What they were talking about I don't know, but I'm fairly certain they were talking about me.
"I think she's back," Mr. Jack observed.
"I think you're right, Jack," my daddy replied.
"You okay, baby?" Daddy asked as he lightly stroked my hair. "That was some orgasm. You're all covered with sweat. And look," he laughed, "you've got my slacks all wet.
"Now, why don't you be a good girl and fix us both a drink?"
My legs felt so rubbery that I could hardly stand, but somehow I was on my feet and fixing two scotches, one with water and the other on the rocks. I served our guest first and then gave Daddy his drink. I was about to sit in Daddy's lap again, but he stopped me.
"You've hardly spoken a word to Mr. Jack," he told me. "Why don't you go and talk to him for awhile?"
I started on my way to Mr. Jack, receiving a swat to the butt. I don't know why I was surprised to see Mr. Jack naked from the waist down, his shorts and drawers cast away onto the carpet. I sat in his lap, taking his semi-erect cock into my hand. It was damp from all the pre-cum he'd been leaking. I played with his dick and he played with my tits for a moment.
"Your father wants to see you suck me," he whispered loudly enough that Daddy could hear. I looked over at Daddy and saw that he was standing and I saw the huge wet spot I'd made on his good khaki slacks. I looked up at Daddy seeking his permission. He unbuckled and unzipped his slacks and a moment later he was stepping out of them.
I thought it was kind of odd that he hadn't been wearing any underwear underneath, but before that thought fully developed Daddy looked at me and said, "Suck his dick, Nikki."
I slid off Mr. Jack's lap and onto the floor. I looked up as he pulled his shirt up over his head, discarding it by the side of the chair. I leaned forward studying the cock I was told to suck, a cock I'd sucked many times before, but never at the behest of my own father. I smiled as my lips molded around the familiar dick. It fit so nicely and I had no trouble sliding my lips down the long shaft until it hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag. I pulled back, running my tongue along the underside along the bulging cock tube and up to the silky smooth head and swirling over it until I began taking all of his wonderful dick into my mouth once again. I was a very happy girl. I loved sucking Mr. Jack's cock, and I was happy knowing I would be sucking it again in the future.
Again and again I took as much as I could before I gagged. Then as I took the cock deep once again, I felt a big hand on the back of my head. I gagged again, but Daddy forced my head down and the cock entered my throat. He held it there for a moment with my nose buried in his pubes. Thankfully Daddy didn't hold me down on Mr. Jack's cock for long and I came up for a breath of fresh air, before taking him deeply again. Once again Daddy pushed me down on Mr. Jack's dick and I took him into my throat again.
I could hear Mr. Jack exclaiming, "Holy fuck!" as Daddy pushed my head down onto him for the third time and held me there. I swallowed and swallowed with his cock down my throat, but I began to run out of air. Daddy let me up, but only as long as it took me to catch a fresh breath of air. I went down again, this time without Daddy pushing me and I took the cock down my throat. This was just so different than just a regular blowjob; I hoped Mr. Jack was enjoying it.
I caught a breath of air and took the cock down my throat again, this time with ease and without gagging. I felt Daddy's hands on my hips lifting me. I'd been fucked in this position before while sucking dick and I suspected I was about to be fucked again. I briefly wondered if Daddy was going to do my ass, but his big old cock split my pussy lips and slid easily into my hot wet cunt.
Daddy took it slow as he fucked me. He was pressing up against my cervix, but he wasn't banging into it, just pressing on it at the bottom of his stoke. Even so, my pussy lips were stretch tight around his girth and my clit was pulled inward and outward as he fucked me. In no time at all I was climbing the pinnacle of sexual bliss and shortly thereafter, I could no longer concentrate on sucking Mr. Jack, as my total focus was on my pussy and my Daddy's cock.
I still had Mr. Jack's cock in my mouth, but not down my throat, when the first of a series of orgasms swept me away. I know I screamed just before the dam burst, but with the cock filling my mouth, it was muffled somewhat. Then the cock was gone, not from my pussy, but from my mouth and I was jabbering incoherently.
Next thing I knew and was I up off the floor, Daddy's dick still in me. I saw myself in the wall of mirrors slack jawed, my arms, legs and titties flopping about as Daddy jerked me up and down on his dick. Then he lifted me off his cock and handed me to Mr. Jack, who was suddenly standing in front of me. He lowered me onto his dick and began fucking me like Daddy had been doing, except I was facing him and not away.
I really had lost track of time by then while the orgasms rolled over me time and time again. After a minute (Two minutes? Six minutes? Ten minutes?) he lifted me off his cock and handed me back to Daddy who lowered me onto his cock once again and continued lifting me and dropping me onto his big dick. Then I was passed back to Mr. Jack for more of the same.
Mr. Jack growled, "Arrrggghhhh!" I suppose he was cumming in me, but I was so out of it by then hardly knew whose dick was inside me. He lifted me off his cock one last time and lowered me to the floor, his spouting prick shooting his nut juice all over me in the process.
I was just a cum-coated fucked-out heap on the floor at their feet, but I didn't stay for very long as Daddy lifted me to my knees and shoved his dick into my face. I guess I could focus enough to capture his dick with my mouth, either that or he just shoved it into my mouth. Either way, my mouth was stuffed and Daddy was pushing and pulling on my head as he fucked my face. There was hardly any room for me to move my tongue around, but I did as best I could.
I heard Daddy growl, "I'm cumming, baby girl, I'm cumming," and my mouth filled with his incestuous semen. I swallowed what I could, but he pulled out and finished on my face and tits, adding to the mess Mr. Jack had already made.
Next thing I remember is half sitting and half lying on the floor, looking at myself in the mirror wall. Big globs of cum were spattered and streaked across my face and body. My hair was wild. I looked a total mess. In the mirror I could see them standing near the bar, naked, having a drink and having a laugh.
I couldn't make out what they were saying, but Mr. Jack made a phone call and then resumed his conversation with Daddy. They fixed another drink and moment later I heard the door bell ring.
Daddy came to me and said, "That's Jason and Billy. Go answer the door." He had to help me up and sent me up the stairs to answer the door, still naked and covered in cum.
I looked through the peephole and sure enough, it was Billy and Jason. I opened the door and let them in. It was rather cool outside, but they both just had on a pair of gym shorts and nothing else.
Billy looked at me and said, "What the fuck happened to you?"
"She got fucked!" laughed Jason as he tweaked one of my sperm coated nipples.
He then added, "Dad said for us to get our asses over here. We're not in trouble, are we?"
"I don't know," I replied. "They're downstairs."
Neither Jason nor Billy wanted to be the first to go down into the basement den, so I led the way. Neither of them seemed too surprised to find their dad and my dad naked. Okay, maybe they were kind of surprised at my dad's nudity, but neither said a word.
Daddy cut right to the chase. "You boys have been fucking Nikki for years I understand. I have no problem with that, none whatsoever. However, just because she lets you do what you want with her is no reason to speak poorly of her. I don't want to hear either of you refer to her as a slut or as a whore. Do you understand me, boys?"
"We never call her that, Mr. Hector. Honest!" replied Billy.
"That's what your father tells me, and I believe him. But I just want to make it crystal clear that if I ever hear of either of you calling her names, I'll personally take you apart. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," they both replied.
"And another thing. I know your dad has told you this any number of times, but it merits repeating. Never discuss what either of you, your father or what I do, or what Nikki does with anyone one of us. That's private and not for public consumption and I don't give a fuck how great a guy you think your buddy might be, you tell him nothing!
"That said, I also don't want either of you thinking that you can pass her around to your buddies. Let's keep this sex club small and very exclusive. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir!"
"What do you understand?" Daddy asked.
"Keep my mouth shut."
"Very good, Jason. What else?"
"Uhhhh..."
"No sharing her with your friends," Daddy answered.
"Yeah, I was going to say that," Billy said.
"Then you should have said it," Daddy replied with a stern, don't-fuck-with-me look. "What else?"
"Uhhhh, don't call her names. We don't do that. Dad would take a belt to us," Billy answered.
"Maybe so, but I'll do even worse," Daddy said menacingly.
Then he smiled and said, "Have all the fun you want, boys, just so long as she's okay with it. No means, no, even if she said yes just the day before. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," they replied together, not that they ever stopped whatever they were doing if I said no to them.
"Good. Now, you boys run along. Nikki has had all the dick she can handle for one night."
"That's right, boys," Mr. Jack added. "Run along and get ready for bed. I'll be along in a minute." They turned and ran back up the stairs. A moment later the front door slammed shut.
"Guess I'd better get going. Long day tomorrow," Jack said. "I want to thank you for... the party tonight."
"My pleasure, I assure you, Jack," my daddy replied. "But I really have you to thank."
"How's that?"
"For, shall we say, bringing Nikki along, and, um... educating her."
"I'm just glad you don't want to cut my balls off!" Mr. Jack laughed. "Believe me, I've been worried that you'd find out, and now that you have, it's a huge relief."
Mr. Jack then reassured Daddy that his boys knew how to keep quiet and not talk about the things that shouldn't be known to the outside world. They made small talk for few more minutes and then Mr. Jack left, but not before giving me an affectionate goodnight kiss while groping my leaking pussy.
"Come on, Nikki," Daddy said once Mr. Jack broke his kiss. " You've got school tomorrow. So, let's get you cleaned up and off to bed." Daddy took me upstairs and to his bathroom, showered with me and then took me to bed with him.
I was exhausted the next day at school, and not just from the impromptu sex party the night before. Sleeping with Daddy had its drawbacks. For one thing he took up most of the king sized bed. For another he snored a lot. I could have coped with those, but he'd wake up in the middle of the night and go pee. Then when he got back in bed, you knew it. It was like a bear climbed into the bed.
Then he'd say, "Nikki, Nikki, are you awake?" With all the jostling about, of course I was awake or at least sort of awake.
If I answered, he'd say, "This will just take a minute, baby," then he'd get on top of me and stick his big dick into me. He'd fuck me for a minute or two, then roll us over. Clasping me tightly on top of him, he'd start snoring again with his cock still in me. Depending how deep he was when he rolled us over, he'd go soft and either stay inside or slip out. Usually he'd stay inside until I wiggled him out. If I didn't wiggle him out, I'd be awaked with his cock swelling inside me while he still slept.
If I didn't answer when he'd say, "Nikki, Nikki, are you awake?" He'd just ask it again while poking at me in the ribs until I did answer. Then he'd mount me.
Of course he didn't do that every single night, but he did it often enough that it was never a surprise. I just loved sleeping with my daddy!
**REVELATIONS**
It's amazing how things quickly change and then become the new normal. Part of that new normal was that Daddy wanted me naked whenever he was home. I was already naked all the time next door and now I was naked all the time at home as well. Seems the only time I had on any clothes was at school and running back and forth between home and Mr. Jack's. Of course I was dressed whenever Daddy took me out for dinner, shopping or whatever, but at home, mostly I was kept nude. There was another time at home when I was dressed and that was on the Friday nights when I danced or when I practiced dancing.
Soon after that first three-way with Daddy and Mr. Jack, Daddy began asking me about details on what exactly went on when I was at Mr. Jack's. He wanted details on my first blowjob, and was especially interested in how Billy demonstrated on Jason how to do it, and if the boys sucked each other. If they did, I never saw it except for that once.
He'd ask me about the sleepovers, especially the times when I was sleeping with Mr. Jack and then got up and went upstairs to sleep with Billy only to find Jason in bed with him. I never really thought much about that, but Daddy kept pressing me for details.
He'd ask me about the boys' assholes. What did they feel like or look like. It wasn't until he asked me to close my eyes and describe each anus that I realized that there was a difference. Jason's was wrinkly, but smooth compared to Billy's which was somewhat raised. He had me touch myself and I realized Billy's butthole felt a lot like my own.
And of course he was interested in the nudity, not that he didn't see that for himself whenever he went over to Jack's.
Then one day down in the basement den, I was fixing drinks and playing barmaid while they sat about and talked after screwing me.
Daddy turned to Mr. Jack and said, "Your youngest..."
"Billy?"
"Yeah, Billy. Whenever he's around, he's always looking right at my dick. Is there something else I need to know?"
"Uh, no..."
"Nikki tells me that your boys suck each other all the time."
"She said that?"
"Yeah. Is it true?"
"Well, I..."
"And she tells me that you watch them bowing each other."
I'm hearing all this and thinking, 'I never told you that, Daddy, you big liar!'
"Nikki's never seen..."
"She's seen plenty and I know plenty. Is it true? I don't care if it is, Jack. I just want to know."
"No, I mean... not since Nikki been doing it for them," Mr. Jack declared. "You know how boys can be, but once she started sucking their dicks... But before that, yeah, I caught them a time or two playing with each other, but after, you know, they thankfully lost interest in each other.
"And I have Nikki's Nookie to thank for that."
Hope you enjoyed Nikki's Nookie - Lasiter
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