Taking a deep breath, I stepped away from the door. I had to get into the shower or Dad was going to become suspicious. My orgasm would have to wait until later. My pussy pulsed at the thought, and I stepped into the tub. Turning the knob, the flow shifted from the faucet to the shower head, and the hot water sprayed over me.
It felt good, and I used the little bar of motel soap to lather my body, paying special attention to my stiff nipples. Once again, my attention turned to my dad, and I wondered if he was going to come before I was through.
It was time to rinse off, so I reached out to place the soap in its little alcove. But to my horror, the spot wasn’t empty.
Right where the soap should have gone was a spider. Not just a spider, but a fucking huge hairy spider. I hated them.
My instincts kicked in, and I screamed shrilly, and turned to run. I ran face first into the shower curtain, and my hands tried to grip its slippery surface, but there was nothing to hold onto. Off balance, I knew I was going down, and I tried to step up onto the edge of the tub.
My foot caught momentarily, and I thought I was going to be ok, but then it slipped forward, and I tripped out through the curtain. My foot hit the floor awkwardly, and I felt a streak of pain race up my leg, and I cried out loudly. Then the shin of my other leg banged down against the edge of the tub, causing a matching pain from that side. The floor came up fast, and I struck it face first, barely getting my hands in front of me in time to break my fall, or I probably would have broken my nose. I bounced and rolled over onto my back, lying on the cold floor and crying out in pain.
The door was yanked open, and I rolled my head back to see an upside down version of my Dad. Instantly, he was kneeling by my side, taking me into his arms.
“Amy! What’s wrong! Are you hurt?”
I was crying, and tried to speak, but couldn’t get anything out.
“What is it?” he said, his eyes wild as he searched me for injuries. “Tell me where it hurts.”
“My legs,” I managed to whine.
He ran his hands up and down my legs, searching for broken bones. “Where? What hurts?”
I was beginning to calm down, realizing my injuries weren’t life threatening.
“My ankle. I think I twisted it.” I held up my leg, and he gripped me around the calf, peering closely at my ankle. He must have been satisfied, because he said, “What else?”
“And I bumped my shin.” I lifted my other leg.
He hooked his hand behind my knee and held it up, examining my shin. Then he let it back down.
He took a deep breath. “Anything else?”
“No.” I was beginning to feel embarrassed.
“What happened?”
I felt the blush rising in my cheeks. “I saw a spider.”
He stared at me. “All this because you saw a spider? Did it bite you?”
“No,” I said, kinda wishing it had.
A slight grin came to his lips. “I think you’re going to live.”
The blush got deeper when I realized I was lying here naked as my Dad knelt next to me.
“Can you walk?” he asked.
I pressed my sore foot down on the bathroom tiles. A jolt of pain shot up my leg. “Ow!”
“Here, let me get you to the bed.” His strong arms slid under me, and I felt myself being easily lifted and carried out of the room. He laid me down on the bed with the pillow under my head, then scooted down and sat next to my sore ankle, holding it in his hands.
He squeezed it gently and poked at it.
“Ow!”
“There’s no swelling, so I don’t think it’s sprained. Just rest for a few minutes, and we’ll see how it feels.
He ran his fingers lightly over my other shin. I winced.
“You’ve got a small bruise on this leg. Nothing major. You sure nothing else hurts?”
“Just my pride.”
He smiled. “You scared me there, baby. You should feel how fast my heart is beating.”
I reached up and placed my hand on his chest. It felt like a snare drum under his skin.
“Sorry Dad.”
He leaned down and took me into his arms. Hugging me tightly. It felt good to be held by him, but half way through, it occurred to me I was naked, and my breasts were separated from his chest by only the thin material of his t-shirt. Much to my embarrassment, I felt my nipples pebble into hardness.
He kept me in his embrace, but I felt a subtle change in his posture, as if his muscles tightened slightly from stress. After a long moment, he laid me back down on the bed, and leaned back up. His eyes stayed on mine as he stared at me with a soft smile.
“Don’t be sorry,” he said. “You being ok is the important thing. How’s your ankle feel?”
I lifted my leg and tried to roll my foot. It still hurt, but not as bad.
“A little better.”
“Good.” He smiled. Then I saw it. His eyes danced briefly down over my body, then returned to meet my gaze. I thought for a moment that I had imagined it.
But I hadn’t. He looked at me.
A warmth seemed to spread out from between my legs, as I watched his eyes. There it was again. A quick glance, then back. My pussy twitched.
“Well,” he said, seeming to shake out of whatever had overcome him. “I’ll get your clothes so you can get dressed.”
“No,” I said, maybe a little too quickly. “I want to rest a little longer. Just bring me my towel. I want to get this soap off of me before it dries.”
“Sure.”
He went to get it, and my eyes were drawn towards the television. I grinned when I saw a new couple fucking doggy style, and it must have been muted, because they weren’t making any sound.
I was still smiling when Dad returned, holding out my towel.
“What?” he asked.
“Find something interesting to watch while I was in the shower?”
He looked at the TV, and a blush bloomed in his cheeks.
“Sorry about that.”
“No problem.”
He was still holding the towel out, and when I didn’t take it, he sat down on the edge of the bed and began to use it to lightly brush away the flecks of soap from my shoulders.
“Mmm,” I said, “that feels nice. I feel so pampered. Thanks Dad.”
He smiled. “You’re welcome. This brings back memories.”
“Of what?”
“When I used to give you a bath when you were younger. We used to have a lot of fun.” He moved the towel down to the tops of my breasts, brushing softly.
“I remember. Like how you used to wash my hair, lathering it up and then shaping it into a mohawk.”
He chuckled. “Yep, and when I showed it to you in the mirror, you said you wanted to wear it like that.”
I giggled. “I can’t remember the last time we did that together.”
“I can.”
“When was it?” I had to suppress a sigh as the towel brushed gently over my nipples, which hardened visibly from the touch.
“You had just turned ten, and one night I was going to take a shower, and you insisted on coming into the bathroom with me. When I asked you why, you said you wanted to help me with washing my hair.”
I laughed. “I really said that?”
“Yes. And when I explained to you that it wasn’t appropriate for little girls to help their dads in the shower, you pouted.”
“I did?”
“Yeah, you sat there with your little lip sticking out and your arms crossed.”
The towel was on my stomach now, and I felt small ripples of pleasure shimmering over me.
I giggled again. “And you were able to resist that?”
“Well, yeah. As cute as you pouted, you weren’t joining me in the shower.”
I laughed. “So, what happened then?”
“The pouting eventually turned into crying, and when you didn’t get your way, you stomped off to your room.”
He moved the towel down over my thigh.
“That sounds like me.”
“Yes. And then, the next time you were in the tub, and I came in to wash your hair, you proclaimed loudly that you were a grown woman, and it would be ‘unproprate’ for me to help you.”
The towel moved to my other thigh.
I laughed again.
“So,” he said, “that was the end of that. No more hair washing.”
I grinned. “How did I manage without you?”
“Fairly well. Until today, of course.”
I laughed hard. “I guess next time you’ll have to join me. I’ve kinda missed the mohawk.”
He smiled. “Nope. You’ll just want to wear it like that all the time again.”
The towel moved down between my knees, brushing against the soft skin of my inner thigh.
“I’ll get you to do it. After all, I still know how to pout.”
I lifted my knees and spread my legs slightly, giving him room.
He shook his head. “Didn’t work then, and it won’t work now.”
The towel slid slowly up between my legs.
“I’m much better at pouting now. Watch.” I stuck out my lower lip and frowned, giving him my sad eyes.
At the same time, my knees rose higher, and my thighs moved apart.
“Very good, you have improved. But no, still won’t work.”
The edge of the towel brushed against my pubic hair, and excitement shivered through me
“You sure?” I stuck my lip out further, and spread my legs slightly wider.
“Sorry, honey. It would be unproprate.”
We shared a small laugh as the towel began brushing softly against my pussy. I had to suppress a moan.
“Maybe I’m using the wrong enticement then,” I said.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not ten any more. Maybe I’ve got something better than pouting n-now.”
My voice hitched as the touch of the towel became firmer against my crotch.
“And what would that be?”
“My feminine wiles.”
He smiled. “Still won’t work.”
His hand shifted, and pressed against my pussy through the cotton material of the towel. This time, I couldn’t stop the soft sigh that escaped my lips.
“Why not?”
“I’m impervious to your feminine wiles.”
I glanced quickly down at his crotch, where the large bulge in his pants displayed quite clearly that he was lying.
“You sure about that?”
“Of course.”
His fingertips felt for my labia through the towel, and pressed gently into me.
I breathed out a moan, and moved my feet up slightly on the bed, tilting my pelvis upwards, making the invitation clear.
I smiled softly. “I think my Daddy’s telling a fib.”
He looked at me in mock surprise. “Me? Never.”
I slid my hand over and up onto his leg, slipping it down to rest on his inner thigh.
“There’s one way to prove it,” I said, my grin fixed in place.
“How’s that?”
His fingers were now moving in a small circle, rubbing my pussy in a delightful way. The towel was getting damp where he pressed it into me.
I slid my hand down his thigh, and cupped the bulge in his pants. It felt like he was smuggling an iron bar in there. I gripped it softly, and it was his turn to let out a sigh.
I grinned. “I knew you were fibbing.”
He shook his head and smiled. “That’s from the movie.”
“You haven’t been watching the movie in a while.” I gripped him tighter, then groaned again as his fingers found my clit, pressing in and rubbing it in circles.
“It was quite memorable.”
I giggled and glanced at the screen. The girl was now riding the guy, slamming her hips down on him, taking his cock up into her spread cunt.
“It’s a classic.”
He laughed, then groaned again as my hand slid upwards to grip the head of his cock.
We touched each other in silence for a moment, looking into each other’s eyes, watching the pleasure in the other’s face, our breaths becoming deeper.
I reached down with my other hand and took hold of the towel. I began pulling it up, and it slid between his hand and my pussy. I groaned loudly as I felt both his touch and the soft terry cloth sliding over my sensitive flesh.
Finally, the end of the towel slid beneath his fingers, and suddenly he was really touching me, his skin upon mine.
“Ohhh,” I moaned.
His fingers rediscovered my erect clit, and rubbed it gently, making a soft, wet sound. My knees spread wide and I pressed my pussy up against his hand. His free hand reached out and caressed my breast, taking the rigid nipple between his finger and thumb and squeezing it.
“Ahhhh, so good,” I whispered.
My fingers found the button of his jeans and unsnapped it. Grabbing his zipper, I pulled it down, and he had to lean back to allow it to go down all the way. His cock pressed out through the gap in his pants, pushing out his underwear. A large wet spot surrounded where his cock head bulged against the material. I gripped the warm knob in my hand, and moved my thumb in circles over the wet spot, loving the sound of his resulting groans.
I felt his finger pressing into me, and my tight walls reluctantly allowed him entry. I moaned as his finger burrowed deep, and hunched my hips up to meet it.
His cock was at an awkward angle in his underwear, so I pulled the elastic waistband out and down, freeing his erection to stand proud. I stared at it in awe. It seemed even bigger than the last time I had seen it, and the fact that it was hard because of me sent an additional pulse of pleasure throbbing through my pussy. I gripped it in my small hand, and my fingers couldn’t reach all the way around the thick shaft.
I watched his face as I slowly stroked him, and more groans escaped his lips. His finger pressed deep, while his thumb flicked my clit, sending sparks of pleasure up my spine.
I watched in fascination as a small drop of pearly fluid oozed from the tip of his cock, and began to run down his shaft in a clear line. Licking my lips, I decided I wanted a taste of that.
Shifting on the bed, I rotated my body sideways and scooted over so my head was past the edge. Letting my head relax, I leaned it over the side of the bed, so I was staring at an upside-down room. I licked my lips again.
Dad got the message, and stood. He pushed his pants and underwear off, then peeled his t-shirt up and over his head. I watched it all, waiting patiently.
Finally, he stood directly in front of me, and I had a front row view of his stiff cock and his balls hanging below it. Or above it, from my point of view. I reached out and held his hips, pulling him closer. He took a step, and his testicles were directly above my mouth. I flicked at them with my tongue, causing him to sigh. The sighs turned to groans when I lifted my head and took one of his balls into my mouth, sucking it gently and flicking my tongue over the wrinkled skin of his sac. After a moment, I switched to the other, coating his nutsack with my saliva as I sucked on his large testicle.
Wanting more, I reached up and gripped the root of his cock, pulling it down. He understood what I wanted, and leaned slightly forward so I could angle his cockhead down to my mouth. The large, swollen head seemed to pulse as I opened my mouth and welcomed it inside.
As it filled my mouth, I ran my tongue over the underside, lapping up the musky flavor of my dad’s leaking pre-cum.
My hand around his cock slid down to grip around his balls firmly, and I pulled him inside of me. His cock slid slowly between my lips, stretching my mouth, filling it to the limit.
Finally, he was as far in as he could go, and I breathed through my nose as his cock head nestled into the back of my throat. Half of his shaft was still outside, and I wished I knew how to deep throat, because I wanted all of him in me.
Using my hands, I pushed him back out, and his cock skin slid wetly over my lips. Reaching his head, the ridge pressed against the inside of my lips and then popped out, and I kissed wetly against his drooling tip.
After a moment, he fucked back into me, and I spread my mouth wide and welcomed him. Moving my hands to his hips, we began our rhythm, as he gently rocked, sawing his huge dick in and out of my sucking mouth.
After a few minutes, he leaned forward further, then put one knee and then the other up onto the bed, keeping his dick in me the whole time. Curling one arm under my waist, he lifted and moved me effortlessly to the center of the bed, then leaned down and put his head between my legs.
I groaned around his cock as I felt his tongue slither between my pussy lips. He moved his arms behind my knees, and pressed them back, spreading me wider to his attack. His strong hands settled on my ass cheeks as his lips and tongue worked on the slick folds of my spread cunt.
I held his solid shaft in my hand as my head bobbed on his cock. Because of my position, my range was limited, but I kept my tongue busy on the sensitive skin of his swollen head. His balls hung down close to my face, and I looked up to see the fine, muscular swells of his buttocks. My free hand moved up and caressed his ass cheeks, as I continued to suck on his blood-engorged cock.
I could tell by his breathing and the way his muscles were twitching, that he was getting close. I realized this was the first time he had been inside a woman in over a decade, and I wanted it to be special.
Timing it right, my mouth worked on him until I felt him reaching the home stretch, his body twitching and his breath coming in short pants. He was ready. My hand on his ass slid down between his cheeks, finding the tight knot of his anus. I teased at the raised opening for a moment, and he responded with a groan. I applied more pressure with my fingertip, but the tight sphincter resisted. Removing my finger momentarily, I traced it along his cock shaft, making it slick from my saliva that coated his skin.
Returning to his ass, I moved my finger in a circle around the muscular opening, coating him with the wetness. Then I pressed once again at the dimpled center. The tight ring opened begrudgingly, and I slowly pressed into his resisting ass.
I thought I was going to have more time to enjoy this, but my exploration sent him over the edge. His cockhead swelled as his shaft pulsed hard in my mouth, and his warm seed jetted hard against the back of my throat. I heard him grunting and roaring, as his body locked in spasms.
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