It Was an Accident, Honest!

The water still ran, the soap had long been rinsed. But I was wet and slippery down there, and ready to be screwed. Dad turned me around a few moments after the shift of the fresh new man had taken control. He made me bend slightly at the waist. Flexing his knees, he reached between my legs and made sure of his target, then moved his hips so that his member entered me. He didn't thrust hard, but it was a steady penetration, a movement knowing of angles and tissues. Flesh firm, met flesh yielding and made its way in, not even using the full length! It withdrew, but maintained enough of a presence that the next stroke was right to the heart of my pussy.

So my father began to have me. I gladly gave myself to him. We continued this fantastic fuck for long minutes, but then he disconnected. I was certain that was but a good start, and I was correct. Dad turned me and backed me up to the solid wall on the side. His hand moved the spray out of our faces and then he reached behind me, his big paws clutched my haunches and he lifted me. Then I was wrapping my arms around his neck, my thighs supported on his pelvis as his cock centered in my sex. Then we were going at it again! With this position I received more depth of his instrument and could enjoy his girth even more. While this was a more athletic stance, it allowed us to have direct eye contact. His look was mirrored in mine, the pent up lust had to be unleashed here and now!

I clutched him to me, to drive my tits into his pects, to feel the slap of our stomachs together as the joining of our bodies worked in unison to make the most of the moment. As if there were never going to be another time we got to grind our genitals together. I was pleased that he had not cum yet, but that was oh so near for me right at that point. His pushes picked up pace and I knew instinctively he was striving to bring me to climax. I let it happen. It was like I had been holding back, like when you save the icing for last, on your birthday cake. Now it was time to release the tension that had been building since that wild cum in the car. In fact, I realized as the tremors began to quake my whole self, I had not had one since then. Like I was waiting for daddy to do it to me and make me cum.

And I came. Shaking I shrieked in ecstasy, wailed in womanly heaven; as I sailed up to clouds nine through thirteen, then floated for long moments, until I descended, not quite landing. About six inches off the earth, though dad had to let my feet touch the tiles eventually. Yeah! Make that YEAH!

My father drew me out of the stall, turned off the water, and began to dry me with a big fluffy towel. It was like I was six again. He was rubbing my hair and running the terrycloth over my parts like he had sixteen years ago. He examined me, looking for any signs of paint. "Good as new!" he pronounced. He had said that too, back then. I had giggled as a girl, and I did again. I kept looking at his handsome, if middle aged body, sans any covering at all. It made me remember that it was just minutes ago he had ravished me, to my great delight. His dick still had some tumescence, the pubic hair beginning to crinkle as it dried. The head had a bright color from our recent encounter. The thinning hair on his pate was displaying the skin of a damp scalp. His abdomen was flatter than I expected though.

My thoughts were interrupted, when my father scooped me up, then carried me, like a bride in a groom's arms over the threshold. He was very careful not to knock me into door frames or walls; we went the short distance to his bedroom. He set me down on the mattress, like I was a patient who was delicate. The way Cary Grant carried Deborah Kerr at the end of the movie, romantic . . .

Then my pop did something they didn't do in those old movies. He moved between my legs and crawled up to put his face at my most tender spots. He began to lick. Lightly, on my thighs, moving up and inward, getting closer and closer, teasing until at last the lapping reached my labia. But that was not the only point pop nibbled. He was a master at cunnilingus! Lucky mom, lucky me now! As his mouth made love to my most private parts, I was close to peaking, and then I did! And again! He had me going like a backfiring old car; bang, bang clitty clitty bang bang! It was Happy hour; you know exactly what I mean. Finally, I had to catch my breath.

I pulled him up by his still nibbling head to lay on me, though he did not rest his whole weight on my torso. I ran my hands over his back and we hardly said much but "I love you" "And I love you!" donut holes, sweet nothings. Then I reached down and fiddled with his stick, in fact, he had a cello, he was a big fellow. The cock came to life once more, under my practiced manipulations. I thought I perhaps knew why my father had foregone his own pleasure so far.

"Dad, I'm on the pill. It's safe to cum in me. I want you to. I want to feel you release that huge load of jism in my cunt, and have your climax throb in my body. Do it again, fuck me. This time don't hold anything back. Do it the way you want; hard, if that is your pleasure, fast when you want to, any position that you like. I'm yours. I love you. Make love to your Sweetheart, just like you fantasize, but this is for real. And not the last time either, just the first night!"

With that speech, he had full permission to do as he pleased. I knew, whatever he did, it would please me too. I was not disappointed. THE END.

Oh! You want to know what happened next? Well I guess, since we have cum this far - I'm such a tease!

Okay, the next thing was he was getting on top of me, missionary style. There is more to what we did on subsequent evenings, but that was what was on the menu for that course. I spread my thighs to allow him access, and he reached down, I thought to guide it in, but he's a tease too! The tip just played in the outskirts of my womanhood. It addressed the parts I kept under my petticoats, with nudging and dipping and all manner of manly messing about. Until finally, my mind was mentally shouting, 'Come on already, deliver the male!'. And like he was reading my mind, he sank the plum to plunge in my vagina. Three inches, five; it kept going - smoothly, silky and fat, and I swear, now I could feel those veins as seven was made within. Then at last, the stretched, incredible entire long strong schlong was right up to those family jewels, the balls bumping on my buns.

I was surprised that it felt full but not stuffed, I had expanded to allow the fathoming my father's abundant meat. He had a package to be proud of. I guess mom was genetically a match, to make the most of his missile. I inherited that part, as well as her looks. Inner beauty - so to speak, as well as her smarts and perky personality. But right then I wasn't thinking, about anything, I was simply a vessel for the pestle my dad was grinding in me. Happily so, loving every second of the awesome sex he was socking to me. Yes, he was touching bottom at my womb, the nubs were having a great time, but he was everywhere else too, so much more than just circumference and size. He knew how to use that prick to ram all areas of my erogenous zones inside, while his mouth and fingers made magic on the places outside. In ways no guy had before, just as he gave my guts all the glory they could handle.

I really don't remember how many times I came with all that wild fucking we did. But he must have been pacing himself. When it came time for his cum, his climax was simple and satisfying. The pace quickened, and didn't slow like it had when he was doing his showboating in my pussy. Then it became a little jerky, irregular and obviously urgent. Ultimately, he just locked in tight as possible and let go. I felt the thick steam of goo blast out in a warm gush, in my vagina. It triggered one final paroxysm of my own. And we were done for the night, but there were many more nights to share. I'll share, but let me tell about our post-play, and bed talk. Afterwards, we caught our breath and wipe the sweat from our faces.

The sheets were drenched, like if we had fucked in the shower with them on the floor. Neither of us cared, it was warm enough, and they weren't clammy. Later we slept in my bed. But generally I would sleep with dad. However, I'm getting ahead of myself. I told dad that I had masturbated in the car, after seeing him. He admitted that he had his libido restarted in the pickup, and had jacked to my imagined image every day since. He had sworn an oath to himself, that he would never touch me, nor let me know of his lusty urges. Well, the best laid plans of mice and men oft go awry, when there is a wily female on the prowl. They don't call us foxes for nothing! Miss Hap had it in her head for something to happen, and it did. And dad was glad.

Dad had marvelous hands that smoothed over all my skin, using only talc to lubricate. He put me to sleep that way that first night, that and a little wine I went and got. We talked about what we had done, not analyzing, but me saying how I really liked his oral technique tonguing my tummy and he said I had great tits. I made him suck them a bit to taste them, so he could really be sure. Then he had me go down and try pop's 'lollypop'. We liked our oral nibbling, but we saved more adventures for the next day. He stayed home and his morning woody is a great breakfast treat. But the first eve it was time to go to sleep; he gave me that nice massage, then drifted off. I think I heard him say, "Honey, you understand." But he wasn't addressing me. Mom was his Honey. I think she would have too.

Maybe she can explain it to the Divinity, "Your Heavenly Holiness, it was an accident. That's why we called her Miss Hap. Honestly, I'm not trying to white-wash what she did in the shower, your Majestic Mightiness, but when she has it in her head about something . . . Happy things just seem to happen!