0 comments/ 152730 views/ 13 favorites It Was an Accident By: mseaking My wife Lynn and I had been on a trip to the mountains spending 5 days packing into a remote area and then just spending the time alone. It had been a wonderful time with the two of spending a lot of time trying to get close. We were both 50 and the kids were grown and gone and we suddenly found out that even though we had been married for 26 years and loved each other a lot we didn’t know each other at all. The spot we went to was one I had always taken our boys to and was about 5 miles from any thing or any one. It was a very rugged place with a small waterfall and some trees where we put our tent. Lynn and I spent the whole week nude or almost that way with me taking at least 150 photos of my sweet wife. She had bought me a digital camera for my birthday and I was doing my best to make her nuts with it. The first day at our camping spot Lynn and been a little on the shy side but it didn’t take long for that to go away and she became a perfect model for the rest of our trip. Lynn is 5’ 11” with long legs and a 36” bust line and a c cup. Her hair is a strawberry blond with very blue eyes. She has worked hard at keeping her very curvy150 pound figure over the years and I was very proud of the way she looked! She had always been a little unsure about her body but was letting me have my fun and seemed to enjoy her self to. We were setting by the campfire when she looked at the photos on the back of the camera that first night and or the first time she saw what I had seen for years. She was seeing a very fit good-looking woman that was sure of her self and very, very hot to look at! After that she was up for any pose I could think of! God she was hot! We had more fun and more sex in those five days than we had, had in five years and had come home refreshed and full of life and each other! I had called my younger brother Tom a few days after we had gotten home telling him all about or trip and how beautiful the area we were in was. Tom lives in Texas where the land is very flat and has always love it when I sent him photos of our California Mountains. I told him I would email him some of the pictures of our trip so that he and my sister Mary could see where we had been. Tom also told me that he and Mary wanted to come out to see us for a few days and do the tourist thing. I was all excited after hanging up with him about them coming out to see us. I went merrily about down loading some of the more scenic photos to send to him pushed the button and away they went as I went to tell Lynn about Tom and Mary coming to see us. The next night I went to the computer to look at my mail. I had only three and the first one was from Tom. “Hay brother! I loved the photos and it looks like you had a hell of a good time. I was a little surprised to see the pictures of Lynn though. But thanks. God she looks hot! Can I show them to Mary?” “Love ya Tom” “What’s he talking about?” I thought. “I know I didn’t sent him anything with either of us in them!” I went to sent mail pulling up the photos and the first 8 were just what I thought they were. All stuff with trees, mountains and water in them. All but 9 & 10 and they were sure not of any of that stuff! Number nine was a picture of Lynn leaning back so her arms held her up as she sat on a rock. She had her head thrown back laughing. Her hair had fallen over her shoulders almost hiding one bare breast but leaving the other exposed. She was pushing her soft round and very naked breasts up into the air while the sun glistened off of them in the oil she had put on to help her tan! The only clothing she had on was her tiny French cut panty and they were not much more than a little piece of cloth and some string! In number ten she was in much the same pose still leaning back on her on her hands but now her hair had fallen and both breast were fully exposed. I had move a little more in front of her and she had let her legs open just enough to show off her exposed pussy lips! Her panty crotch had slipped between those soft lips making it very easy to see she was hairless there! The material had pulled tight across her pubic mound so I could just make out the hard lump of her clit right where her panties slipped between her puffy full nether lips. In this one she was blowing me a very sexy kiss! “Oh fuck she is going to kill me!” “I’m going to kill you for what?” Lynn looked over my shoulder at her picture. “What did you do? I love that picture by the way. Now why would I kill you?” “I accidentally sent this one and” I clicked the mouse, “this one to Tom!” I looked up at her, “God Lynn I am so sorry!” Lynn ran her arm around my shoulder as she slipped into my lap her little short summer dress pulling up to her hips. “Are you sure it was and accident?” “God yes! I would never do that to you!” “Do you think I look good in these pictures?” “Yes! You are with out a doubt the most beautiful woman I have ever seen!” She looked back at the photo, “What did he say?” “He said how hot you look and wanted to know if he could show them to Mary.” Lynn moved around in my lap so that her pussy was pushing on my cock through her thin panties and my shorts. She took the mouse clicking around until she had the other picture showing her soft breasts. She was quiet for a time as she looked back and fourth between the two photos. Then she moved around on me kind of grinding her crotch into my cock through our cloths as she opened the email spot and sent Tom her answer. “Tom, Sam told me what happened. I am so glad you liked my pictures! I find it very flattering that you think I look good enough to want to show them to Mary. Sure go a head if you want to! Now I am going to kick your brothers’ ass! Can’t wait to SEE you and ,,, Mary,,,” “Love you guy’s Lynn” She stood up kissing me as she pushed the send button. “Do you know what?” I took her hand as she moved away from me, “No what.” “I am soaking wet!” she pulled my hand to her pussy pulling her panties to one side with the other hand, “Feel me Sam! God do you think it was some one seeing me like that? Or do you think it was your brother seeing me. God I am all worked up! Do you think it made me wet like this?” She pushed into my hand as she looked back at her picture. “Do you think it excited him to see me?” I was fingering her clit now as she moved slowly on my hand, “Umm, maybe they have some of her two! Do you think it made him want to fuck m, me? Oh, oh God Sam! Ho shit I am going to, to cummmmmmm! Oh baby yessssss! Finger me baby! Oh, oh yesssssssssss!” She held my hand in place with her own as she humped her self on it. She held it like that for some time as she came down from her cum. Her face was flushed red as she looked deep into my eyes. “I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me!” “I do you was thinking about fucking my brother!” I was pulling my hard dick out of my shorts as I spoke. Lynn looked at me as I pulled her to me straddling my legs so that she was wide open to me. I pulled her down on my stiff cock so she took it all in, in one long push as she kissed me, sucking the air out of me at the same time. I wish I could say I fucked her for hours but in truth I came very quickly pushing deeply up into her. I held her by her hip as I grunted pumping her full of my seed. I was still shaking as she mashed her clothed tits into my face. We held each other for a long time not letting go until my dick slipped out of her. “What if he wants to see more?” she asked. “That my love is up to you, but if you are going to fuck me like that every time I’d say it was ok!” As she pulled away from me Lynn pulled her panties back into place over her cum filled pussy smiling at me as she bent to kiss me again then started to the other room, “We will see.” she gave me a lopsided smile. “What if they want to fuck us?” Was all she said. The mail from Tom went back to normal with neither of us bringing those photos up again. That is until it was time for them to come see us. “Hay Brother do you still have that camera?” was all the mail said. “Yes.” Was all I sent back. The next day the mail from him only said, “Sam it’s Mary. Do you take a lot of pictures of Lynn? And I know this is a funny question but does it get you guy’s worked up?” Again “Yes.” Was all I sent back. I told Lynn about their mail and she just smiled. “Well it would seem my photos really got to your brother. Mary said he is making her nuts wanting to take her picture but she won’t because they only have a 35-millimeter and in her words, “she doesn’t want some kid at the drugstore looking at her while he jacks off.” She said she liked my pictures though and wanted to barrow your camera. She didn’t answer me when I asked if she would let you see them.” Lynn looked at me. “Have you sent them any more of me?” “No he hasn’t said anything so I just let it go.” Lynn got a funny look in her yes and went on to something else. It was only a few weeks until my brother and Mary came out. Lynn had worn a short summer dress that really showed off her long tan legs. Her full breasts were loose under the top of it and her nipples grew hard from the cool air in the airport. I ran my hand over her ass cupping a cheek and did not feel any thing but dress. I gave her a questioning look and she just smiled at me. She lifted the front of her dress flashing me her bare shaved pussy! “I’m not wearing any.” She took my arm pulling me close to her. I looked at her smiling. “You seam to like this flashing stuff don’t you?” “Maybe.” Was all she said. Now after 9/11 people meeting people at the airport must wait in the baggage area. We had only been the a few minutes when I spotted my brother and A very pregnant Mary! Lynn dam near killed herself running to her hugging her as my brother gave us a big toothy smile. “Why didn’t you tell us about the baby?” Lynn was saying. “Mary had a hard time the first few months and we didn’t want to get any ones hopes up just in case something happened.” Tom said. I noticed Tom looking at Lynn’s long legs a lot as we gathered up their bags and went to the car. I help Mary who was wearing shorts and a top in on my side as I watched Tom open the door for Lynn. Just as I thought, she gave him a look at her naked pussy as her dress moved up her thigh and she slipped into her seat next to Mary. His eyes got big and he quickly looked at me but never said a word about it. We got home and had a nice dinner talking about every thing and just catching up on a year’s worth of stuff. Mary was 7 month pregnant but looked a full 9! God her tummy was very big and tight. She had not gained hardly any weight and looked good with her breast getting full and ready for the baby. I found looking at her a turn on as she moved around the kitchen talking to Lynn. I looked at Tom as we moved to the patio with a beer in our hands. He was looking at Lynn as we sat down. “Listen Sam we were wondering if you could, well we, shit.” He looked up at Mary as she came out side. “He wants to know if you know of some place the four of us can go to be alone on a picnic Sam. It seams my loving husband would like to take some pictures of me in this lovely swollen state. This is the only baby we will ever have and we both thought it would be fun to have some pictures of me like this. We want to find a nice scenic place to do it, and we thought it would be fun to include the two of you!” She blushed just a little as she looked from me to Lynn as she joined us out side, “We both loved the pictures you sent of Lynn and to be honest it turned us both on more than just a little bit. Hell to tell the truth we have fucked like bunny’s thinking about doing this.” I was bout to say it would be fun when Lynn said, “We would love to!” she sat down letting her little dress slip high up her thighs, “We can take them up that old fire trail we found last weekend Sam.” She looked back to Mary. “There was a small stream and a nice grassy area. It is very hard to get to so we will be alone.” She moved over putting her hand on Mary’s pregnant tummy. “Will riding over the bumpy roads be ok?” “Yes I am fine. God this will be fun! I never thought I would have the nerve to do something like this but after seeing you, well I just think it will be fun that’s all. Will you pose with me Lynn?” Lynn lit up like a Xmas tree, “Yes! I think it will be fun to! Come on let’s see what you brought to wear!” With that the two girls were up and back in the house leaving Tom and I looking at each other. He looked at me smiling. “You know Sam, I think we have been set up. I think they had this all planed out. You ok with this Brother?” “Yes I think so. I have to tell you Lynn fucked my brains out when she found out the two of you were looking at her in those photos and to be honest it turned me on knowing you were looking at her like that. Besides I would love to get a look at Mary. Shit Tom she has always been hot but now well, she is even hotter pregnant! How about you are you ok with me seeing Mary?” “Yes I am and she is very up for it! She has talked about it a lot! I know she and Lynn have also talked about it as we made plans to come out here. Yes I think it will be a fun day!” I took a long pull on my beer as I watched Tom looking at Lynn as she bent over the dishwasher showing him way more leg than he ever thought her would see. “I think we should go in the morning.” I said as Mary came into my view in her little shorts and maternity top. The next morning I was up early loading the Explorer with the things we would need for the day when Lynn came out. She had on her bikini top and some very short cut off shorts. I patted her on the ass as she bent over putting some stuff in the back. “Listen baby, you do know that they fully expect to see you with your cloths off today don’t you?” She turned to me with a big smile on her face. “Yes and I hope to see the same, umm are you jealous?” “No I am looking forward to getting a look at Mary. I hate to say it but it turns me on that she is pregnant!” The others were coming out to the truck, “God I thought it was just me!” Lynn said as she started to giggle like a little kid. Mary had on a light white blouse that was not buttoned over a small bikini top. It was one of Lynn’s Wicked Weasel tops. It was also whit and made of an open mesh so that her dark nipples were sowing right through it. She had on some shorts that were vary low riders and came just over her hips just barley covering her pubic mound and fully exposed her belly. She looked at me as I helped her into the truck smiling. “Are you turned off by the way I look Sam?” “No Mary I can promises you that you are having quit the opposite effect on me!” She let her hand brush over my cock as she slipped past me! It was like fire shot out of her fingers and into my dick! I was instantly hard and she knew it! Mary looked at my dick and then into my eyes as he sat back in the seat. “Did I do that?” she asked. I just smiled at her. The two-hour drive seamed to only take half the time as we bullshit about every thing along the way. It was like our two families had not been apart for the year as the girls fell into a fast friend ship. Tom and I shared only what brothers can share and I wondered what else we would be sharing before the day was over. We set up our little picnic at the back of our truck. Lynn spread out or blanket as I unloaded the truck. Tom and Mary had walked the short distance to the stream talking softly to each other. Lynn was putting out the last of the pillows we had brought in case Mary needed something soft. “What do you think they are talking about?” she asked as I put the camera on the tripod. I focused the camera on them, “I think he is asking if it is ok if her try’s to fuck you!” Tom had his back to me as Mary turned back looking at Lynn and I. She pulled her blouse off smiling up at Tom when she seen the camera and I took what would turn out to be the first of about 300 photos filling up to smart cards. Lynn looked at me with a smile as the other couple started back to us. “She has lovely tits doesn’t she Sam. Even I think I would like to suck on them!” she ran her hand up my leg, “Can he?” They were just a short distance away when Lynn reached up pulling her small top off. I just smiled back at her as I took her picture. Lynn never flinched as Mary and Tom came to set with us, she just pulled off her shorts. This left her in the same T-back thong panties she had on in the pictures I had sent Tom all those months ago. I watched Tom looking at Lynn as she went about making some sandwiches. Mary was looking at me as I took pictures of Lynn in her little thong. She was still standing next to the truck as she reached back to loosen her swimsuit top. Mary let it fall to the grown turning her 36 Ds loose and her nipples grew hard under my gaze. She pulled her shorts off also just letting them fall to the ground as I shot picture after pitcher of her. She had on a small thong that matched her top. It went way below her full pregnant tummy just covering her pubic mound. She was shaved every where except for a little puff of hair at the top of her slit and as she turned to talk to Lynn I snapped off a few of her sweet soft ass. I moved away from the tripod and pulled off my shirt and dropped my pants. I watched as Mary’s eyes went to my half-hard nine inch cock and then to my eyes. “You didn’t think she was naked by her self out here did you?” Mary just smiled at me as Tom almost ripped his cloths off. Tom was fully erect and although he was not as long as I was his dick was fuller and bigger around than mine was. I saw the corner of Lynn’s mouth turn up in a slight smile as she looked at his cock. We ate our lunch with Lynn and I trying to make them feel comfortable with their nudity. Tom was the nervous one with Mary just relaxing and watching both Lynn and me. I left the camera alone as we ate talking to them just like we had all the way up to our spot. “There is a nice spot just around those trees for us to take some photos after we eat.” I looked at them, “If you still want to?” Mary stood up, “Tom get the beer, you and Sam are going to need it. Lynn bring what ever else you think we will need, will you.” I watched her little ass as she started walking to the spot I had pointed out. I could not believe how sexy this 7-month pregnant woman was with her cloths off! I took photo after photo of the girl and of Lynn. Tom had started out just watching but soon was helping the girls’ pose moving things around and I noticed having his hands on Lynn a lot! Soon slipped off to the side and were talking to each other as I shot Marry by her self. Mary looked at me and with a shy smile asked, “Should I take off my panties Sam?” Again I felt my cock stiffen, “I would love it if you did!” Mary was lying back on a blanket that Tom had spread out in some tall grass. She watched my face as she lifted her bottom up off the blanket. Her tight full belly was showing all the signs of new life as she let her legs open. Mary’s eyes never left mine as I watched her lift her bottom off of the blanket pulling the tiny thong over her hips. She lifted one leg to cross the other as she took her panties off her bare foot. Her vagina lips opened letting me see her pink slit with its hard swollen clit sticking out from between them. She put her foot back on the blanket letting her legs fall wide open. Her flowering lips were full and open so her hot wet hole was open to my eyes as I shot picture after picture of this lovely pregnant lady. God she was so wet I could see the white of her juices as they leaked out of her and down over her little tight little back hole. I was shooting pitchers of her as fast as I could as I watched her move on the blanket. It Was An Accident I couldn't remember a time that the wrecker business had been this slow. The whole week that I was on call I had been able to sleep all night long, each night. This was very unusual since we are on the rotation list's in our area for emergency call out. The day time operation hadn't been much better and that was even more unusual. I kind of figured that this Saturday night was going to be a little more active, but I had no idea it was going to be this active! The phone rang at 2:35am. I slowly came out of a peaceful sleep and answered. It was an accident on Stateline Road. The driver was trapped in an overturned vehicle and the fire department was unable to use their equipment to free them. They would be waiting on me to raise the car to allow them access. This was one of those "haul your ass" runs. I grabbed a Sprite, my cigarettes and my keys and hit the door. I live about 9 miles from the scene of the accident so I was moving along at a pretty quick pace. The phone rang again. The police department wanted to know what my estimated time of arrival was. I told them about three minutes. They said ok and that they would inform the on scene commander. As I arrived, I noticed that standing over to the side of the road, talking to a police officer was one of the finest women I had ever laid eyes on. I swung around behind the overturned, crushed vehicle and jumped out. I ran back to the firefighters and asked what they wanted me to do. After I received my instructions, I attached my chains to the cars front bumper mounts and slowly lifted until the firefighter in charge signaled me to stop. I stopped and waited. As I was waiting, I noticed the women that was talking to the police officer was on the border of hysterics. I wondered if someone related to her was the one we were fighting to rescue. I was too involved in watching the beautiful blond to notice that the firefighters had rescued the person trapped and that they were trying to signal me to go ahead with my recovery. The police officer that the blond was speaking with pointed toward the wrecked automobile and I glanced back to the firefighter. He came up and told me to put my tongue back in my head and recover the car. I laughed with him as I lowered the vehicle and got back in my truck to reposition myself for the recovery. The car was turned back over and hooked up on my sling. I pulled the vehicle into the service station there next to us and got out my ticket book. I walked to the officer with the blond to find out the pertinent information. I was told the driver's name, vehicle's owner's name and proceeded to fill out my ticket. The blond asked me where the car was being taken to. My lucky day! The car was hers and the person inside was her brother. I told her and gave her one of my business cards. She thanked me and said she would be in touch with me in the morning. I told her if she had any immediate questions, that I would be at the shop for about an hour. She told me ok and thanked me again. I climbed back in the truck and headed for the impound yard. As I was pulling into the yard, the phone rang. I answered, figuring it to be another impound or accident. I was pleasantly surprised to her the blonde's voice. She said there was something of great value in the car and that could she please come get it. I told her I could remove it and put it inside for her if she wanted me too but she seemed to be very anxious. She insisted on coming to get it right away so I gold her that it would be alright. I would wait on her. About twenty minutes had passed when a small car pulled into the lot. My lucky day, she was alone. She met me at the gate and I told her what all could be removed and what had to stay with the vehicle. She said she only needed one article and that the rest could stay. As she walked past me, I turned to walk with her. She asked me if she could go alone, that the article was personal. I told her for insurance reasons and for her safety, that I had to go with her. She didn't seem to like the idea until she noticed the two dogs. I told her that they do bite after dark and that was the reason I had to walk with her. She hesitated. She was obviously trying to decide whether or not to proceed with her desire to remove this article. After some consideration on her part, she must have decided that it was worth the risk of allowing me to see this "article" because she asked me if I would turn her in. I was confused at first and I guess I looked confused because she explained that the article wasn't exactly legal. I laughed and told her that a lot of stuff that comes through here isn't legal and that a greater part of what I do isn't legal as well. She laughed nervously and agreed. As we approached the vehicle she asked if I could close my eyes and of course I told her no. She sighed with resignation and went to the door. I watched as she pushed a small button under the dash and then saw a small compartment open on the passenger side top part of the dash. She walked around the destroyed vehicle, since it was impossible to crawl through the wreckage, and reached in and took out a rather large bag of what appeared to be some sort of powder. My eyes almost bugged out. With the way she was acting and talking about illegal, I knew instantly what the substance was. I asked her if that was what I thought it was and she grinned a guilty grin and told me that if I was thinking cocaine, then yes it was what I thought it was. Instantly my libido kicked in. I knew then and there that I had to do something quickly because my dick was jumping up and down at the way her big bouncy tits looked in her over tight shirt. I told her that the "article" was a little much to keep quiet about and that the street value must be very large. She sighed and told me yes, the street value of a full kilo of cocaine was very high in this area. I was growing very brave and decided to push to limits. I told her that there would be a cost involved in guaranteeing my silence. She looked at me with a question in her eyes. She asked if I was suggesting that she give me some of the cocaine and I told her no. She asked if I wanted money and again I told her no. She quickly understood what I was demanding and just as quickly told me to go to hell, that she wasn't doing an sexual favors for me. I told her ok, but that it was to bad that I had already made note of the make and model along with the license plate number of the car she was driving. I also mentioned that since I had just hauled the vehicle involved in the accident and spoke with the police, that I had her name, address and phone number. All of a sudden it hit her just how much of a predicament she was in. After a few minutes she asked what it was exactly that I wanted. I told her that I wanted to fuck her, eat her pussy and for her to blow me. Above and beyond all this, I told her that I just had to get my hands on those super nice looking titties. On top of all this, I wanted to video tape it. She reluctantly agreed to it all. I told her to come on into the small camper we keep beside the shop. I knew it had been a good idea to put that camper there. I opened the door and allowed her to enter first. As she walked up the step, I reached between her legs and placed my hand on her pussy mound. She jumped at first but quickly settled down. She stopped half way up the step and allowed me to rub her pussy through her blue jeans. Now my cock was very hard and it was time to let him loose. I told her to go ahead and she finished climbing into the camper. She sat down on one of the stools by the table and just glared at me. It was obvious that she was pissed, but if I worked it just right, she would be happy by the time she left. I walked over to her and grabbed both titties through her blouse. She just sighed. I reached down and started unbuttoning her shirt. As the last button came undone, her tits came into view. I was stunned. I had never seen tits this large that were this firm. Of course the bra might be the reason, so I told her to take the bra off. She reached behind her back and undid the clasps. The bra fell into her lap and that is when I knew that these tits were real and the motherfuckers were standing straight up at me. Her nipples were looking at me, just begging to be pinched and sucked on. I didn't waist any time. My mouth went straight to the nipple on her left tit. I was rubbing her pussy through her pants and alternating sucking both nipples. She started to breath a little heavy and I knew then that I had her right where I wanted her. As much as I hated to, I pulled away from her tits and told her that I had forgotten something. I told her to put her bra and blouse back on. She asked me why and I told her that part of what I wanted was the video tape of her stripping for me. I went to the small cabinet at the head of the bed and got out the tripod and VCR camera. I set it up at the foot of the bed and then, before pushing the play button, told her that when I pointed at her, she was to slowly removed her clothing. I was dumbfounded at the sight of her body! She had the prettiest pussy and tits of any woman that I had ever seen. She must have decided that since it was going to happen anyway, she was going to enjoy herself because she was putting on quiet a show for the camera. After all her clothing was on the floor and my dick was hard as a rock, I zoomed into where the bed was and where I would be punching that pussy. I went around to her and slowly began rubbing my cock on her nipples. I began rubbing my cock between her tits and each time my dick came above the top of her tits, she would stick out her tongue and lick the head. I had to stop or I knew I would cum to fast. I wanted this one to last and made up my mind that no matter what happened, I was going to have this woman many times this night. As I moved around to get on the bed she asked if I wanted to do a line. I told her no, that I wasn't interested in that. I told her to lay back, that I wanted to taste that beautiful pussy. I dropped to my knees between her legs and immediately shoved my whole face in her snatch. I spent the better part of the next hour slurping and eating her pussy. Her juices tasted like honey to my thirsty mouth. She had cum so much by this time that she was on the verge of passing out. She asked if we could take a small break so she could get a drink and do another line, and of course I told her she could. I went to the camera and removed it from the tripod. I did a little scanning around and some close ups of her doing her line of coke. I zoom in as close as the camera would focus on her dripping wet pussy hole. That was driving me wild! I was ready to slam my rock hard cock inside that beautiful pussy. I walked over to her and, with the camera still in hand, I zoomed in on her tits and gorgeous face. As I was filming this, I started rubbing my dick up and down her cleavage. I rubbed my dick all over her nipples, making them hard as little bullets. After a few minutes of filming this, she reached and took my balls in her hand and led them and my dick to her sweet mouth. Her mouth was so wet and warm that I almost shot my load right then and there. I was almost there when I decided that I wanted to film my cum on her face. I pulled my cock from her mouth and pushed her back. I grabbed my cock with my free hand and started jerking. My first shot hit her on the cheek, with my second shot hitting her on the forehead. She leaned up and started licking the cum off the end of my dick and slowly sucked me dry. After cleaning my cock up with her mouth, she laid back on the bed and pulled her legs up and apart. Her pussy was so puffed up with arousal that it didn't take much time for my dick to swell up again. I leaned down and slowly pushed my cock inside her pussy. That was the tightest pussy I had been in. I pushed in and out for a few minutes, all along getting some great close up shot of her tits and my dick going in and out of her snatch. I decided it was time to get my cock going full steam ahead and pulled out. I went and put the camera back on the tripod. I turned to her and told her to get ready because it was grunge fuck time. I grabbed her ankles and put them over my shoulders. With one hard shove, I jammed my dick all the way to the bottom of her wonderfully tight pussy. I started bouncing her pussy against me and shoving with all my weight. She was screaming for me to fuck her. Over and over she screamed at me to fuck her, fuck her. After about ten minutes, I felt my balls tighten up and knew it was time. I jammed in one last time and then filled her pussy hole full of my cum. We lay there cooling off and catching our breath for what seemed like forever. Actually it was only about half an hour and if I could have, I would have went to sleep right there with her naked body next to mine. She was the one who decided it was time to call it to an end. She told me that she was glad now that I had black mailed her into fucking me. She said she was a very happy and well fucked bitch. I just laughed and told her that I would be glad to do her again anytime. At that she gave me her work phone number and cell phone. Then as an afterthought she gave me her pager number as well. She told me that the pager was for the "business" but that if I would put the last four of my phone number in when I called, she would know it was me. I told her ok, and explained when I was on call and when I was not. She said she would call me. I played with her ass and run my fingers up and down between her pussy lips as she was putting her bra on. I stopped her and told her I needed one more suck on those perfect nipples before she closed it. She turned and leaned down. I sucked first one then the other. She laughed when I kept going and told me that if I didn't stop that we would have to fuck again. I told her that would be alright with me, but she said she had to go. I continued to play with her perfect little heart shaped ass as she put her shirt on then she slid her panties on and pulled them up. I rubbed her ass through her panties until she pulled her jeans on. She turned around and saw that my dick was hard again. She told me she would have one for the road and dropped to her knees. She sucked my cock as hard and as fast as she could. She popped my cock out of her mouth and told me to fill her mouth with my sweet cream. She then slid my cock into her throat. After about three or four minutes, I obliged her request and told her I was cumming. She slipped my cock from throat and I started cumming on her tongue. She got up from her knees with her cheeks bulging. With a big gulp, she walked out the door. I walked out with her to close the gates. I walked her to her car and she turned and gave me a big hug. I went back to the camper and cleaned up. I took the sheets and put them in the washer. I would just put them back on in the morning. I took the tape from the camera and put it in my back pack. I would be enjoying that tape for a long, long time. I put a new, blank tape in the camera and put all the equipment back where it belonged. It was daylight when I got home. I fell into an exhausted sleep immediately. An hour later, the phone rang... there was an accident on Stateline road... It Was an Accident, Honest! How I accidentally fucked my pop on purpose If I ever meet God face to face, and he asks me about it; I can honestly say it was an accident - sorta. Well, three accidents really, so it's not actually my fault I fucked my father. I mean, you can't blame me for the first two, and only partly for the third mishap. Of course, my nickname is Miss Hap, because as a kid I was always in the middle of whatever trouble there was. It's not like I'm accident-prone, I just sort of wind up in the middle of trouble by happenstance. In fact, my given name is Happy. Mother was a Republican from upstate New York, and there was this Governor Rockefeller (like the Plaza in NYC), who became Vice-President (I think). Anyway, his wife's name was Happy, and I'm named after her. The moniker suits me. I am a pretty happy person. And happily I'm a pretty girl too. Not to brag, but above average. I had no more to do with it, than my name. Blame my mom's politics and genetic material for both. However, the fact I look like her, and she was a runner-up for Miss New York State when she was 19, is part of the reason that daddy and I did it. Fucked. I must say, it was not his fault at all, as you will understand when you read my story. It was fun too. But then sex is, if you're a normal, healthy and active female of 22. Which I am, except now I'm a year older. I became sexually active, in my first year of college, at 18. I was ready. We used protection, but then I went on the pill, since I fully intended to screw often with the fella I was in love with. That torrid romance lasted two years. Since then, I have had several relationships of various lengths, and dated quite a bit. All that above so you don't think that I was any kind of innocent, and got taken advantage of. Not at all, but neither am I a slut. Mom had died of cancer a couple of years ago. That is the saddest part of my life, but I won't dwell on it. Now, I was the woman of our home, having graduated from college and returned back to live with my father until I found a job. I took care of the domestic stuff, like cooking and errands to the cleaners, etc. Dad had lived on pizza and hot dogs the last two years I was at school. But he did help around the house; just he wasn't much good at that sort of stuff. Mom had always been the homemaker; he, the breadwinner. I am determined to marry a man who can cook! The first accident was with our car. We were on a back road, daddy and me, taking a short cut back from grocery shopping. The right front tire got a flat. It was a bad place to try to fix a flat, and out of the way. We have auto emergency service, but just as I was about to call on my cell, this pickup truck stopped to see if we needed help. Dad thought it would easier for the wrecker to meet him at home, and he could then ride with them back to the car. I would be back home and could start dinner. So we accepted a lift home from the Good Samaritan. So we were riding with this nice man in the farm truck. He had a big tool box on the seat beside him but turned it to make space. We made do sitting in the cab, with the tools in the middle and myself on dad's lap. Uh-huh. You see where this is going now. There was one extra tool in that pickup cab. It belonged to dad. It was smack dab in the middle - of my butt. I don't know why, of all the times I have sat on daddy's lap, this time he had a boner. But there was no mistaking that feeling. The old man had wood. I wasn't sure if it was because I was older now, or if it was just a natural reaction, after a long abstention, since mom had passed. I didn't mind. I figured he couldn't help it; he seemed a little embarrassed even. But I had not had a man prod me in a few months and it felt nice. It wasn't as if he was putting the moves on me, not anything that overt. In fact, though we were somewhat casual about dress around the house, since we were family. Besides that fact we were honest about what had been our past sex lives, both being adults; yet actually it had been only the chastest of a relationships. It was a normal father / daughter thing, which was open, honest and upright, way my folks had raised me. No naughtiness occurred as I was growing up, I stress nothing salacious ever happened. But that incident, fifteen minutes of my father's penis pressed against my buns, planted a seed of curiosity in my cunt. It let the faintest hint of incestuous intrigue insinuate itself into my innards. I found myself wondering what dad's dick looked like. It seemed rather large. Mom had hinted as much once. Was he circumcised? Was he veined? How hairy was he, how did his balls hang, did he squirt a lot when he came? Questions on another day I would have gone, 'Ooueh! (with a shutter) Too much information, my mind does not want to go there!' But for some reason, with the instrument intimate in my ass-cheeks, I had the strongest interest in them then. But I would certainly never would have had the gall to try to peek at dad, to discover the answer to any of those questions. That was what the second accident took care of. Now some people say there are no accidents. But certainly unplanned events are not considered to be anything but innocent occurrences. Even if they prove to be fateful. It turned out, that that ride in the truck on my pater's prominence, had an impression on more than just me. Dad too, was erotically stimulated, though, to his credit, he never let on afterwards. I discovered his having been affected entirely by accident, about a week later. I was going out to see some friends, and had left the house. I told my father that I would not be home for hours. But as I got just a block down the road, I realized I had left my wallet in my other purse. So I turned around in a neighbor's driveway and doubled back. I wasn't silent when I came in, but didn't make a big ruckus. Nor did I call out, because I knew dad was about to take a nap, just as I was leaving. So I was quieter, than my usual boisterous self. As I passed his room, on my way to my own, I heard him call my name. I thought, 'Oh, he's checking to see if it's me he hears, I'll pop in on pop and confirm that I came back for a second.' I opened his bedroom door. There he is, rampant. He was masturbating. He was calling my name. He was cumming. A stunning moment in a girl's life, believe me. I wasn't offended, but I was surprised. I wasn't startled by the sight, but I was - uh . . . agog. I stared; I have a mental photograph of the vision, which I will never forget. I frankly liked what I saw, and noted, for later analysis, many factors which answered the queries that had arisen, when my father's hard-on had risen under my tush. He was big, make that BIG. Not monstrous, and I was not using a ruler to measure, but he must have been maybe eight inches, and nice and thick. So mom was not kidding, when she had let it slip, that "dad's dong was a strong long schlong." I remember laughing at the phrase at the time, slightly flushing, amazed that my mother would use it, or even speak it. He was circumcised, the head a wonderful plum color at the moment. Two blue veins slightly protruded along the shaft. He wasn't overly hairy, and I could see that his sacks were large and loose. And my goodness, did he have a lot of jism erupting from the tip! From his lips, he murmured once more, "Happy". I could tell he was, but he didn't mean that. It was obvious that he was thinking of me, because he then added, "Sweetheart, I love you!" I wasn't about to respond, "I love you too, daddy!" Of course I do, and strangely enough, I did even more just then, knowing that he had sexual feelings for me. If it had been anybody but him, I would have said something either sarcastic or amusing. But seeing my father in a very human condition, with needs and desires and vulnerable; I simply loved him the more. I felt tender toward him. It was odd, but there it was . . . So I tried to close the door as quietly as I could. I thought I had, since he didn't call out to me, or curse, or make any kind of sound that would have acknowledged that he knew I had come upon him cumming. I silently as a kitten scurried to my room, grabbed my wallet and slipped out of the house. Driving away with a minimum of noise, I hoped that the whole thing would be as if it had never happened. But it had. And DAMN! I realized I was damp between my thighs. I had gotten turned on, and not even been aware, until I was making my getaway. But I couldn't deny the fact that my dad was one sexy dude and I had seen him in action! In action and calling my name as he came! What about that! What about that? I stopped the car a half mile from the house and tried to sort out things. What had happened, not the events, but the images? Why had he called out my name, not the reason, but what did it reveal about his feelings? What were my emotions about this? What was the impact on our relationship? What did it mean for the future? What would it lead to, or perhaps nothing would come out of it? Well, something did come out of the immediate aftermath of the second 'accident'. Me, I reached into my panties under my skirt and fingered myself to a climax. It took all of forty-five seconds to reach orgasm, I was so primed! I deduced that the truck ride/lap dance over the rough road, had stirred up erotic feelings in my father. Such lewd thoughts which he had hidden and never shared, but none the less had allowed to be fantasized when he jerked off. He had to be horny, as mom had been gone close to two years. I knew they had had a good sex life until she got sick, so make that better than thirty months for his celibacy. Poor Daddy! I doubt that I could go that long. In fact, I was already chafing a bit for a chap, or even chomping at the bit for a chump, make that champ. Yeah, I could use the real thing, rather than the dildo I was doing. I had never thought of dad that way, until the erogenous ride. There's a 'pick-up' line; "Want to sit in daddy's lap, little girl?" However, as I sat in the car, having just diddled myself, thinking of my own father, who had been thinking of his own daughter and thinking things incestuous; it didn't sound so ridiculous - my (dirty) old man and little lonely me. Lust is a peculiar phenomenon. It has no logic, though it does have its reasons. Its power is sneaky and can blindside you when you least expect it. Once it has become manifest (man-ifest?) it is hard to resist. Once you have given in, it is so delicious, and even more difficult to give up. Combine that with true love, and it is overpowering. I did love my father, but now I lusted for him too. Knowing that he felt the same, made the situations incredibly irresistible. With things getting so hot, there was bound to be combustion; spontaneous, or at least sparked by an 'accident'. The burning yearning in my body was gathering strength, in short, I was in heat. "Heaven help us, when Hap has it in her head for something to happen, it usually does!" mother often would say. It's true, when my mind is made up; I have a way of somehow making the circumstances work to accomplish what I want. In this case, an 'innocent incident' that would lead to incest! The third accident could have happened even if I had not helped things. But I did, so I'm just a little guilty. Dad was painting the trim on the house. He did this about every three years. The last time was before mom took ill, and he decided that with me home, he wanted to gussy-up the place. He was out back, on a warm late spring day. It was sunny, so I wore my sun-suit, a bright yellow one piece shorts/halter top; like painters' overalls, but hemmed at the thighs. I asked dad what if he wanted a beer, he asked for ice-tea. When I brought it to him I put the glass to his left, on the board he was standing on. This was arranged between two ladders. It gave about four feet of height for him to work on the top of the window sills. He put the can of white paint on the top of the right ladder so he could move along from left to right. I watched him for a little. I noticed that the structure was not the sturdiest, so I went to steady it, holding on to the right end. It swayed every time he bent to get a sip. The can was moving more toward the edge each time. I should have said something. Instead, I maneuvered so that when the inevitable happened, it happened all over me. Dad bent one last time to get a drink. If I had not noticed the precarious can, it could have cascaded on me anyway. But the opportunity provided possibilities; some of the scenarios gave rise to intimacies with dad. I did not have an exact plan of action; I just sort of acted instinctively. I admit, in the two weeks since I had seen dad on the bed, jerking off, I hadn't thought of any way to create a ruse to reenact his arousal, to allow his reaction to be resurrected if you will, to raise the rearing rod in my direction. You get the idea. I didn't know how to institute any situation that might let dad make a pass at me, or visa versa. I wanted it to include the chance that he could back down, if he didn't want to pursue it. But I thought that perhaps he would go for the goal of getting me in bed, if he knew I felt the same, had lust in my loins also. Then he decided to do the trim. Well, it looked like he was going to have the prospect of doing a different sort of trim, mine. I could have chosen to not ruin my sun-suit, but I put myself in harm's way. You might say I knew it was going to be a paint in the ass, literally. Because for my idea to work, I had to be covered, top to . . bottom, front to backside, in white Sherman-Williams' best. Dad straightened from the frosty glass, the whole thing wobbled and down the can came, conking me on the head. It didn't hurt, but the ivory latex went down all over my tits, and washed down the spine to my tush, like a skunk's stripe! My squeal of surprise was genuine, since I had not expected the liquid to be so cold. My father was off his perch in a flash with apologies and looking abashed at the disaster. I knew I had to disarm the guilt factor for him, so we could move on to the real agenda, which this stunt was designed to facilitate. I smiled at him through the dripping paint, looking like something out of a Max Sennett 1920s slapstick comedy, and said, holding my arms out palm up, "Miss Hap strikes again!" That did the trick, for then both of us burst into sidesplitting laughter. Now I had changed the mood from catastrophe to simple mess, from 'What have I done to my daughter?!' to 'Doesn't Happy look silly, but what a sport she is about it!!' "Come help me get cleaned up, pop." I suggested; more like instructed the flummoxed male before me. He followed me tamely into the garage. Just inside, I stripped the soaked and ruined sun-suit off. Leaving me in just scanties and a wet tee shirt. My hair was streaked, and both front cleavage and the flesh from shoulders on down to my behind were coated. I told dad to lay some newspapers down, from the door to the bathroom, so I wouldn't drip drops of white on the green carpet. He did so, and I scampered to the shower to begin phase two of my seduction. Without bothering to close the door, dad being attendant to whatever I needed, I took off my shirt and undies right in front of him. He acted like I was still six and was not outwardly affected by his grown daughter's nudity. However, the eyes widened slightly and he most certainly did not look away. I had him hooked; now I had to reel him in. I told him to throw the clothes in a plastic garbage bag; they were ruined, so I didn't care. Then he should return, in case I had more requests. Dad commented, "Thank God its water washable at this stage, the paint takes an hour to set." He continued, "You ought to be able to wash it off easily, just jump in the shower, Hap, and it'll be fine!" advised my father, as he carted away the painted panties, etc. I got in the spray and did my hair first thing, that was important. I didn't want to be pre-maturely gray, make that white! As I heard him returning, I called out, "Dad! I need help! Come here!" He came through the still opened door of the bathroom, though the shower-stall glass made my image blurry. "What do you need, Sweetheart? What can I get you?" "I can't reach some places, to make sure I got it all, come in here with me." He started to open the stall and enter with all his clothes on, including his boots! "No! You'll get your clothes all wet. And I don't want you stepping on my toes with your big shoes! Take off your clothes, then come in." He stripped down to his boxers and joined me. Progress, but while I was nude, I wanted him to be as well. "DAD! I know what a man looks like, for goodness sake; don't be such an old fuddy-duddy prude!" I yanked his shorts down before he could rationalize an objection. Then they were a swimming swath of material at his feet, so he kicked them into a corner. I handed him the bottle of liquid soap and my scrub sponge, turning my back to him. "Make sure that you get everything on my back, I can't reach there." Mt father was in a daze. He scoured my shoulders and backbone gently to clean the skin to a glowing pink. Then I made it real tough on him. I couldn't see if he had a boner yet, but I was pretty sure this next move would make him sprout his manly stalk. "Make sure you get any that went down the crack." I bent over, exposing my crotch, crude but effective. "Kneel down daddy, to see if any got in there, please. That's important!" He did so. He rubbed just a little at the top of my backside split, to insure there was none. Then said in a husky voice, like he had swallowed too much of a mouthful of hot potatoes, "You're good to go." When he stood up, I was slower to unbend, and I could feel the risen and rigid royal scepter that went with the family jewels. I turned around, so close to my pop that my puckered hard nipples scrapped against his chest. "Happy," he began with a contrite whisper, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get . . . It just . . . forgive . ." I put my fingers to his lips to stop him from trying to talk; he wasn't managing it well, anyway. "Dad," I said softly with a tender tone, "I know what a man looks like . . . like that." I put my arms around him and hugged him. My heart seemed about to bust with love for the dearest man in my life, and the nearest man in my world too. Indeed, we were so close that my pubic hair was tickling his erect penis. I put my cheek on his, so I could whisper in his ear, "I know what you look like . . like that too!" My father put his arms around me then, and hugged me back. His hard-on was pressed firmly into my pudenda. "So that was you! I thought I might have imagined it, it was so surreal, the timing, just as I released my ejaculation. It was the ride; I haven't been able to not think about it. You look so much like your mother when I met her. I guess that's what the psychologists call transference. If I didn't know better, Happy, I would think you tipped that can of paint on purpose. Why am I in the shower, naked, with my incredibly sexy daughter?" "Because I wanted you to be." I kissed his lips. "Because I want you." "Hap . . ." I stopped his mouth from talking, with my mouth. I gave it something else to do, by sticking my tongue in it. He let our oral digits dance. His hands slid down to my nether globes and squeezed. My breast swelled into his chest with a deep breath and my left hand went up to the back of his head and caressed his hair. "Daddy, I love you too. Like the way you meant it, when you were cumming, thinking of me. That made me hotter than you can imagine. I want you to make love to me." My other hand reached down and grasped his manhood; it was a marvelous mass of muscle. "Fuck me, Daddy, Please?" Then, I could sense a change come over the masculine being in my arms. Like the sunlight returning after a cloud has passed, the energy and spirit were filling him. The grief that had haunted him since mom's death seemed to pass; the shadow no longer covered him from the shade of her loss. He was now dominate, not in any cruel or crude way, but he took charge of our situation. It was not anything he did specifically, but somehow a mental adjustment which I was aware of had come upon him. His hands were running over my body, up the spine and round to the twin globes of my bosom, fingering my points. His mouth was firm and purposeful, in the lips as they kissed in a caring way. It was altogether thrilling! 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! It Was an Accident My cock was more than showing I liked what she was doing, “You seem to be enjoying this!” Mary said as she looked at my swelling cock. “I’m sorry Mary but dam woman you look good!” I said to her. “Lynn come over her and get on the blanket with Mary will you.” “Mary smiled at me, “I don’t think that is going to happen Sam. I think she is busy!” I looked over just in time to see Tom slip his hard dick into my wife’s wet hole! She was bent over a big rock with her ass in the air and Tom had her by the hips pushing his dick into her. “My God” I thought, “My brother is fucking my wife right in front of me!” I had been so busy looking at Lynn and Tom as they fucked that I didn’t know Mary had moved until I felt her take my dick in her hand. I looked down at her just in time to see her take it deep into her throat! She was looking up at me with fire in her eyes as she sucked me. She pulled back from me. “I don’t want them to be the only ones to have fun!” She turned onto her knees pushing her ass up in the air at me as I moved to her. I went to my knees behind her pushing my face into her open pussy. My nose went into her wet hole as I sucked her clit into my mouth nipping it with my teeth then slipped back up to stick my tongue deep into her pussy hole. God she was so wet and I sucked her juices from her like I was drinking water. I went back to her clit sucking it like a small dick until I felt her start to cum! “Oh God yes Sam suck me! Ohhhhhhh!” I held her tight to my face until she slowed down her humping. Mary was trembling in my hands like she was cold as I moved in behind her. She put her face down on the blanket as she reached back to hold her self-open for me. I couldn’t help my self and moved back to the camera taking a few shots of the sweet thing holding her self open to me, wanting what was coming next! “Sam, Oh Sam stop please! Just fuck me! Let me feel that cock in me!” I moved back behind her taking my cock in my hand. I put it against her open hole and pushed slipping my cock deep into her hot hole. God she was tight and hot! I had never felt heat like that and as I started to move into her I knew I would not last long! I looked over to see Lynn setting on top of Tom watching me fuck my sister! It was too much and as I felt Mary start to push back into me I came! “ UNGGGGGGGGG odohhhhhhhh! Shitttttttttt Mary ohhhhhhh!” She was grunting through her own climax coming with me. She was slamming her self onto my cock as I pumped my load deep into her hot pregnant pussy! I was pulling on her full breasts holding her nipples in my fingers pushing as deep into her as I could when suddenly I came again! I had never come twice like that in my life and this time I came so hard my toes hurt! Mary pulled away from me turning as I shot the last of my seed out of the end of my dick. She sucked my dick back into her mouth taking the last of my load down her throat! She sucked me then licked me clean as she played with my balls. Mary pulled me down besides her kissing me so that I could taste our mixed juices as we held each other both of us trembling from our climax! We lay like that for a while just kissing softly until she looked at me. “You know you are only the second man I have ever been with and that we just don’t do this? I mean we have never done any thing like this before. I mean I don’t want you to think I am a slut!” I pulled her to me kissing her softly as she pushed her tummy into mine. I listened to Terry grunting making the noise I knew she only made when she was coming as Tom pounded into her. “I don’t think you are a slut and as far as I know my brother is also the only other man to have Lynn.” I ran my hand over her bare full belly then reached back to cup her soft ass cheek, “Are you ok?” “Oh yes! I just had two of the best orgasms of my life and am wondering what will happen next.” She looked over at Lynn and Tom as they walked to the blanket to set with us. “Yes I think I am more than ok!” She pulled me to her kissing me again as she snuggled back into my arm’s then whispered to me, “Yes Sam I am just fine!