SHOWER SCENE
by RHYMER


My plan was about to come to fruition. It was Saturday night,
and my mom was out with my brother Chris, shopping for school
clothes. I'd just watched my dad go into the bathroom after a long
afternoon of yardwork. Time for a shower, he'd said.
My pussy tingled as I thought of his long, thick cock
springing free of his undershorts as he got naked, and I rubbed my
slit through the thin cotton shorts I was wearing. I'd seen his
massive tool by accident one morning as he padded naked to the
bathroom with a piss-hard, and I'd lusted after it ever since.
I've seen my share of cocks -- I'm only fourteen, but I haven't
been a giggling virgin in years -- but his was biggest and best!
To think that what I'd been searching for was right here in my own
house all this time. I made a mental note to check out 15 year old
Chris' equipment some time; it might run in the family.
As soon as I heard the shower running, I ran into my room and
stripped naked. I looked at myself in the mirror, cupping my hands
under my breasts. I look good, if I do say so myself. I'm a
blonde, with bright green eyes and nice little 34C titties. I keep
my cunt shaved for maximum pleasure, and I do special exercises to
keep it tight. I grinned, rubbed my clit for good luck, and went
over to the bathroom.
I slipped quietly in behind my father as he was lathering his
hair, so he didn't realize I was there until I trailed a wet hand
down his right flank. He jumped, then turned carefully around so
he wouldn't slip. "Lizzie!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing?"
He was shocked and a little angry, but I couldn't help noticing his
eyes assessing my tits and ready cunt. His pecker started to rise
perceptibly.
"Showing you the time of your life," I purred. I reached out
and wrapped my hand around his cock, and began moving my fist back
and forth. He was so amazed he just stood there and accepted it
for a few seconds, and by then he was rock hard. His cock is, at
a guess, almost ten inches long and nearly as thick as my wrist.
I'd have to do some stretching to accommodate him in my cunt. But
that was for later. This was just a prologue, and I wanted to get
it right.
"Oh, God, no baby," he groaned, as I continued to pump his
cock. "We can't d-do this. You're my daughter, for chrissakes."
"Your horny daughter," I said, "who wants to give you a
blowjob as a reward for being such a nice daddy." With that, I
flicked my tongue across his cock. It tasted slightly of soap and
manliness. He tried to pull away, but then I stretched my mouth
wide and engulfed the first three inches of his prick. After that
he gave up; he was mine.
I'm proud of my cocksucking technique, which I've perfected on
dozens of boys and a few men. I slowly inched forward, relaxing my
throat muscles, until my lips were touching the mass of hair at the
base of his organ. Then I slowly pulled back, sucking like a
vacuum and wriggling my tongue along the bottom of his cock. I
pulled off with a smack, tonguewashed his heavy balls for a minute,
licked the length of his shaft while he bucked and swayed, then did
it all again. After less than three repetitions, he grabbed my
shoulders hard, thrust forward, and came like a water hose. I let
it splatter on my tits, then directed a jet toward my bare pussy.
As he stood there, gasping, I lasciviously massaged his cum into my
twat. The thought that this was my daddy's juice that I was
grinding into me was a heady one that made me hotter by the second.
Then a fleeting thought passed through my head: what if I should
get pregnant? I was on the Pill of course, but what if?
The thought of carrying my own daddy's baby caused me to
screech and come while he watched, still in shock. When I was done
I grinned at him, gave his cock a wet, sloppy kiss, and slipped out
of the shower, taking a towel with me. I dried myself off
vigorously, turning myself on yet again, and fingerfucked myself to
orgasm twice thinking of Dad's hot, thick prong fucking me. That
would come next, I vowed; I'd have to make the first move again, I
knew, 'cause Daddy's kinda shy.
I can't get the thought of having his baby out of my head now.
It wasn't in my original plan -- I'd just wanted his cock at first
-- but I'd have to carefully consider the pros and cons of it. In
the meanwhile, I'll just keep on truckin'. I haven't gotten him to
bed me yet, but tomorrow's Saturday and Mom plans to take Chris
shopping for clothes; I begged off, citing homework as my excuse.
I can't wait to see what develops!