0 comments/ 151434 views/ 19 favorites Seduction in the Shower By: LucOuarm The first time I did it, I had waited until the shower was running, and I could hear the water begin splashing from my bedroom. My father was taking a shower. I had already stripped off my clothes and was in my robe. Quickly, but quietly, I moved down the short hall and paused briefly outside the door, having a last minute reluctance to carry out the plan I had formulated for weeks. Ever since I had come back from college to obtain a job in my home town, I had been living with dad and had become increasingly attracted to him. My mom did him dirty because he was a manly man, not what she ultimately wanted in a husband. She did not want a guy who could repair things and enjoyed outdoor sports. She liked soft hands and manicured nails. My mother was a controlling bitch, thinking she could turn everything her way with her money, but I got her back by moving into dad's spare bedroom instead of returning to my sumptuous bedroom in her over-decorated house. Seconds passed outside the bathroom door. Then fortified by the image of his big, erect penis, I placed my hand gently on the door handle and turned it quietly. The door thankfully wasn't locked, and I opened noiselessly. I stepped into the hot, steamy air of the bathroom and pushed the door closed as quietly as I had opened it, easing the latch softly into place. I could see my dad through the frosted glass of the shower stall and could hear him humming softly some indeterminate tune. I looked at his vague shape moving behind the glass, blurred by the wet glass. Already I was quivering with anticipation and rapidly undid the robe and allowed it drop to the floor. I wanted so much to open the door, step in with him, fall on my knees, and put his cock into my mouth. I wondered what he would do. He would be shocked, for sure, but would he enjoy it, or would he become angry, knowing that it was his own daughter wanting his thick cock? Maybe that plan was too abrupt. Stepping forward, I slid the shower door open. He turned his head and saw me standing there naked in front of him. He could see that I was examining his wet, naked body, especially staring at his large cock, hanging down between his legs. "Move over, dad," I said softly and stepped in with him without giving him time to object. Surprisingly, my father said nothing and did not even appear at all shocked at my sudden intrusion. He didn't cover himself or turn away to preserve his modesty. There seemed to be a look of joy on his face. I was right there brushing up against him, already drenched by the warm spray. He finally had just one thing to say. "What's going on, Andrea?" "Nothing, daddy. I just wanted to shower with you. That's all. Don't you think it would be nice to shower with your twenty-two year old daughter?" He shrugged and smiled at me. Then he began soaping his body. When he started to wash his back, I took my opportunity. "Let me wash that for you," I said with a grin as I took the soap from his hand. I rubbed the soap across his broad back and rubbed his skin with my free hand. He turned his back into the spray to rinse it off. Looking down, I could see that he was aroused. "Let me wash that big, hard cock now, daddy." I could see him staring at my heavy boobs. I ran my hands and the soap along the hard erection and then reached down and rubbed the soap on his balls. When I wrapped my fingers around his cock, I could feel it grow even bigger in my hand. As I continued to stroke him, I could feel his hardness become complete, and his meaty pole throbbed in my hand. I was amazed by its size, even bigger than I had anticipated. "I want it to be clean when I suck you," I informed him lewdly. "Oh, Andrea," he moaned. "I have dreamed of this so many times." I stroked him slowly, and he could not keep his hands off me. He began to finger one of my hard nipples. He pinched the nipple lightly and ran his finger around the areola. Dad's other hand was between my legs fingering my cunt. His touching was exciting me, making me linger as I enjoyed the feelings flooding through me. At last, my father was focused on playing with my breasts. I lay the soap bar in the dish and began rinsing the soap from his cock and balls, getting excited myself as dad palmed my breasts, cupping them and rubbing them with his slippery hands. I made him turn and let the shower spray finish rinsing his stiff cock and heavy balls. Then I turned him back toward me, letting the spray of water wash down his back. I lowered myself onto my knees in front of him and cupped his balls in one hand using them to guide his erection toward my face. "Andrea, you are making me feel so good. Suck my cock, baby -- suck me off!" I leaned forward and stuck out my tongue, licking the underside of his hard cock. Then I took the head into my mouth, running my tongue around it, tasting the fresh taste of his newly washed flesh. As I sucked, the first drops of his pre-come washed across my tongue. Savoring the salty taste briefly, I swallowed and took more of him into my mouth, sucking on his cock hard as he stood over me. He began to moan and braced himself with his hands on the shower walls. I pulled him out of my mouth and kissed my the way down the shaft to his scrotum. Cupping his balls into my hands, I pressed them lovingly to my lips, licking and sucking them. I licked each one, sucked it and into my mouth, massaging it thoroughly with my tongue. Then I left his balls and returned to his hard cock. I took the head back into my mouth and sucked as I tried to swallow as much of the thick shaft as I could. Letting him slip out a little, I rubbed his cockhead along the inside of my cheeks, slurping loudly and moaning as my own excitement grew. "God, baby, you really know how to suck a man!" he gasped. My mother had made me go to one of those christian colleges, where everyone is holy and pure, but I managed to find the one or two studs who were into fucking. I honed my skills on them. Of course they felt horribly guilty about their sinful lusts. One even volunteered for missionary work in South America, no doubt as recompense for his sins. That college was not my idea. My mother made me go there, but then, she paid all the bills. I could feel my father's knees quiver as I held his legs and sucked him, making his hardon slide in and out of my mouth. He placed his hands behind my head, but did not try to force himself into me. As I massaged his balls with one hand, I moved my mouth faster and faster, and his legs began to shake violently. He started to fuck my mouth, so I put a hand around his cock to keep him from going too deep. I still had not learned the skill of deep throating... Yet! My dad moaned, and he shot his thick, hot come into my eager mouth. My fondest dream was fulfilled as his cock pulsated and twitched, yielding up its rich cream, and my mouth was soon filled with the flavor of my father's semen. I tightened my lips around his shaft, trying to get every drop of his manly fluids. Sucking his come to the back of my mouth, I swallowed his fatherly offering, enjoying the taste and texture of his rich ejaculate. I made my fingers tight around the base of his hard cock, not permitting him to go soft. He just stood there, his eyes stared down at me, kneeling in front of him, his cock deep in my mouth. Then I slowly milked him and sucked on his penis until I could taste no more come. Yet, even then I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, as it lost its turgor. At last, I released his dick and slowly got to my feet in front of him. Pressing against his naked, wet body, I raised my face to his. "Kiss me, daddy. Kiss me deeply and taste your come on your daughter's mouth and on my lips." He kissed and tasted me and then began to lean over, kissing my neck, my shoulders, and my breasts. Meanwhile he was rinsing my body off with his roaming hands under the warm spray. Easing himself downward, he squatted on the shower floor and pulled my cunt to his lips. I set my legs apart to accommodate him, and he began to finger fuck me as he kissed my labia. Soon I raised a leg and draped it over his back, giving him better access to me, and even reached down to open myself more with my fingers. "Eat my cunt, daddy," I begged. Bracing myself, I put my hands on my father's broad shoulders and looked down as he sucked on my pussy. I was so turned on by my the illicit, incestuous blowjob that it did not take him very long to rouse me toward my own climax. He bent closer, licking my pussy, moving his tongue up and down both sides of my swollen lips. As my moans became louder and my body began to quiver, he focused on my clitoris with his tongue and pistoned two fingers in and out of my slippery vagina. It wasn't long before my knees shook, and I began to have my orgasm, with my father's tongue pressed hard on my cunt. "Oh yes! Yes! Yes!" I shouted, my screams reverberating in the shower stall. I had finally obtained the services of my father's mouth. Calming down at last, we emerged from the shower stall, both satiated and clean. We laughed and talked as we toweled ourselves dry. I strolled out of the bathroom without bothering with my robe and looked back to see my father's eyes were admiring the motion of my pelvis and my round posterior. "You know, baby, I was thinking of you in the shower, and then suddenly there you were," my father told me later. "Yes, there I was -- finally." The next morning, I walked into my father's room naked. He was just rising, getting ready to take a shower again. He looked up and knew he would be having another incestuous coupling. As we adjusted the spray and began to wash each other, handing the soap back and forth, we began to kiss and fondle the other's body. "What do we do today, Andrea?" he asked. "Today, I shower again with you, again, of course, and I want you to fuck me, daddy," I said. "I want to feel your hard cock deep inside my cunt. I've wanted you to fuck me for so long. So today I want you to do it." "Is that so?" "I've wanted you for so long, daddy, ever since I left to go to college four years ago, but I never got up the courage to tell you how much I wanted you." "I've wanted this also for so long, Andrea." I turned away from him and braced myself against the shower wall, pushing my ass toward him, inviting him to take me from behind. I looked over my shoulder at him as he grasped his erect cock and brandished it at my wet, round ass. Carefully placing the soap aside, he embraced me and pressed himself against my hot, wet body. I could feel his hard cock press against my wet ass. First it was between my buttocks. Then, he pushed the head inside me. As I pushed against him, he entered me completely. He wrapped his arms around me and fondled my breasts while he stroked in and out. At first, he was slow and steady, but, as soon as he heard me moan, my father began thrusting faster and faster. I was filled with my father's hard cock, and I reached down and felt his balls. He groaned at my lascivious touch. "Oh, lord, Andrea, you are one hot cunt!" he gasped into my ear. "Keep fucking me, daddy," I cried. "Fuck me real good!" My father began moving more vigorously, and his hard belly slammed into my soft butt with each deep thrust into me. I bent over more and wiggled my ass, and he shoved himself even deeper. I could feel myself losing control and shoved my ass back at him, matching his rhythm. I lowered my body even farther and pushed my ass back against his pounding cock, allowing him to greater access to my pussy. My legs became weak and shook as I felt his hard cock driving me to my climax. I shivered and moaned as I came, my orgasm fortified with the wicked knowledge that my father's cock was deep inside my hot cunt. My climax drew him along, and I could feel his cock fix itself deep into me as he tried to force his ejaculate deep into my womb. After that, each subsequent thrust, I knew, was accompanied my another squirt of come inside me. He was filling me with his rich, thick cream and flooding my womb with his fertile, incestuous seed. He continued to hump himself into me, and I still met his thrusts with my own. Finally, he pulled out and turned me to face him. As we kissed, I could feel his semen drain from my pussy and drip down my legs. We held onto each other under the warm spray, slowly undulating against each other. We remained like that for a few minutes, and then he pushed me away and stared into me eyes. His soft, but still swollen, cock hung down from his body. "So many years wasted," he said, looking at me with love in his eyes. I threw myself into my father's arms and hugged him, telling him how much I loved him. We continued rinsing off. I spread my legs, and he soaped and rinsed the last of his come from my pussy, I washed his cock off with soapy hands and rinsed it thoroughly. I slept into his bed from that night, and we enjoy many more showers together. Seduction In The Shower Starr watched her father's big cock through the keyhole of the bathroom door. As he drew a shaver across his face, his huge prick moved. The thick cockshaft swung heavily. Starr licked her lips. She let her hands move to her virgin cunt and she stroked her pink pussylips as she watched. Starr had always thought that her father, Rick, was an attractive man. Tall, dark, and handsome, with short Black hair and piercing blue yeas. He was 20 years old when she was born, so he was only 38 years old now, and therefor she didn't think of him as an "old man." The two of them were always close and, despite being 18 years old herself now, Starr still prided herself on being a "daddy's girl," and got along with him much better than she did with her mother, Barbara. But her thoughts had never really gone beyond just the usual familial feelings, until last week. One morning she had noticed her father shaving, while naked, by accident. Since then, she waited every morning for the opportunity to glimpse her father's beautiful cock. And each day she felt stronger urgings to touch and kiss the cockshaft and the big round cockhead. She licked her lips again, peeking through the keyhole. A wild thought occurred to her. Her heart beat faster. She looked up and down the hall. Her mother was not awake. She made her decision and opened the bathroom door, her pussy tingling. She neared the door slowly, staring at her father's wonderful cock. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in her life. Her father's big balls hung low, and Starr's breath caught in her lungs when she thought of licking and kissing the big spheres. She took a deep breath and stepped into the bathroom, looking innocent. Her father turned, gasped, and cursed when he cut himself with his razor. Starr walked past him, hiding her blushing face, and bent into the shower. She turned on the water and then casually dropped her little pink nightgown from her shoulders. She kicked it away and peeled down her panties, still facing away from her father. "School early today," she said, stepping into the warm water, while trying to sound casual. She couldn't look at him. Her heart was pounding. She drew the curtain. "We'll have to share." Starr watched her father's blurred shadow move toward the shower curtain. Her knees trembled. She wondered if he could hear the pounding of her heart over the sound of the water. His hand appeared around the edge of the curtain and he pulled it open silently. He stepped into the shower and watched his daughter watch his cock. It began to twitch upward. He shut the curtain behind him and turned on the water harder. Starr watched his fat prick thicken more. Her mouth watered to taste it. Starr smiled and shakily reached for the soap. Her father's eyes trailed up and down her body. She was about 3 inches shorter than him, with long brown hair and blue eyes that matched his own. Almost as if he were in a trance, Rick stared at his daughter's slim hips, her small and firm 32-B tits, and down between her legs at her pussy, which was lighly cover with patch of brown hair. The tight pink lips of her pussy warmed as he stared. Her hands started down to hide her virgin cunt, but her daddy reached out and held her hands away. He put the soap in her hand and she started to rub his body with it. She couldn't take her eyes off his cock. It was much bigger than before — and it was still growing. Her hands went to the darkening flesh of his prick. He leaned back against the wall, arching his hips. His cock swelled and she gripped it tighter. She glanced up to his face. He was smiling. She blushed and looked back down. She was amazed to see that her father's wonderful cock was still growing. Starr's heart raced. It was like a dream come true. Other thoughts she had been having came to her in a rush. Her virgin pussy tingled and her mouth watered. She would do it all, she decided. Right here. Right now. Her hands began to move up and down. Her hands seemed to have a will of their own. They squeezed and milked. They stroked and rubbed. She explored every inch of her father's cock and balls. His thick cockshaft throbbed. His flaring cockhead swelled and darkened. His balls tightened. Her hands pumped faster. She giggled when she realized how much her daddy liked it. His cock stood out like steel, resisting her hard grip. His eyes were closed, and his face was a picture of bliss. Starr got down on her knees. Her eyes widened at the closeness of her father's cock. The big mushroom-shaped prickhead pulsed and the thick shaft jerked in her grip. She leaned forward and touched her lips to the purple head of his cock. Her father groaned deep in his chest. Starr held his prick in both hands and pumped hard. Her dad put his hands on her head and guided her until her lips slipped down one side of his cockshaft and up again. She loved the taste of his cock even more than she had ever dreamed. One look at his face proved to her that he liked it. He watched her, following her mouth up and down. She put on a show of it for him, licking her way up one side of his cock and down the other. He gave her a gentle pull and she went down to lick and suck his balls. Starr groaned with delight and the sound vibrated his balls. She groaned louder and sucked hard. One big round cum-filled ball popped into her mouth. Her hands continued to stroke up and down on his prick while she hummed and sucked on his delicious balls. She pulled her head away and his ball popped out of her mouth. She smiled up at him and pulled his cock toward her opening mouth. She bent down and forced her lips to stretch over the huge knob of her father's cockhead. The flared rim snapped inside her lips and she held it tightly, still using both hands to rub up and down on the pulsating cockshaft. Her father's moans blended with the drumming of the water. He watched his eager daughter suck. She opened her throat and took it deeper. Each stroke jammed his cockhead so deeply into her mouth that she couldn't breathe. Her pussy was screaming at her. The tight cunt drew her attention with itchings and urgings that distracted her until her head and hands slowed and stopped. She slowly stood and stared at her father. He lay on his back in the tub. She slowly squatted down. Hot water ran off her back. Her pussy felt even hotter. It was boiling. And she knew she had to feel her father's big prick stretching and pushing into it. Starr spread her lean thighs wide and hovered over his big cockhead. "Let me, Daddy," she said softly. He nodded, and then grabbed the soap. He stared up at her pussy, held his cock and soaped it quickly, until the hard flesh was covered with lather. "It might hurt," he said. "I don't care!" Starr whispered quickly. "Be quiet! Don't wake Mom!" Then she lowered her body. He aimed his cock up at Starr's pouting pussylips. She stared into his eyes as their flesh touched. Her eyes drifted shut. She let her body down a bit more. She moaned as the flare of her father's beautiful cockhead forced her cunt open. He pushed his prick bluntly against her tight cuntmouth — and then it was in! Her pussy stretched open and the hot head of her father's cock wedged in tight. Her breath caught and she shivered. He held her by the waist and steadied her. She looked down and saw his cockhead disappear. She flexed, and her pussy tightened. He gasped, holding her steady. Then Starr lowered more. A sharp pain shot up her spine as she felt her hymen snap, and she sucked her breath in. A faint trace of blood washed down her slim thighs. She let her breath out slowly, grinning. She continued to watch the thick stalk of her father's iron-hard cock and the tightly stretched mouth of her pussy. She tried to relax the muscles of her burning cunt. She was determined to see all the beautiful cockmeat fucked into her willing body. She realized that she didn't have all day. There wasn't much time before her mother would be up and about. And there was only one bathroom upstairs. She gritted her teeth and let most of her weight force her cunt into an impossibly tight glove of tight flesh that moved its way slowly down another inch of her father's hot cock. His grip tightened on her waist and his breath hissed. "I want it all, Daddy!" she gasped. He answered with a smile and a repositioning of his hands. He slipped his large palms over onto the firm cheeks of her ass. His fingers turned down and pried the smooth skin of her inner thighs gently apart. He pulled Starr down. A little at first. Then more. She groaned, watching her hungry pussy devour more and more of her father's pulsing prick. She flexed her legs and Starr up, watching the thinly stretched lips of her cunt grip and slide. Her father reined his hands and then pulled, making her take more prick. She started a pleasured scream, then checked it, gasping her breath out silently. Her legs straightened and she slipped easily up off his hot prick, watching his hard cockmeat reappear. It was more beautiful now that it shone with her slippery pussyjuice. She felt his hands puffing her again. She helped this time. "Make me go fast!" she gasped, pushing up until she could feel the flared rim of his cockhead pulling at the tight mouth of her cunt. Suddenly, her father's strong fingers gouged into her firm asscheeks. She watched the first few inches of his thick cockshaft squeeze into her tight pussy. Then she threw her head back and bent down, forcing as much of the wonderful hard cockmeat up her cunt as she dared. The huge prickhead fucked far up into her body, and she held it there for a long, dream-like moment. Then she was pulled up. Fast. And down. Over and over. She caught the hard rhythm and used her legs to help. It was getting easier to take her father's cock with each stroke, and the feelings washed over her hotter than the water hammering her back. She fucked faster, leading his hands to a more urgent pace. Starr reached out and grabbed the towel rack, leaning forward over her father's chest. She looked down at him, keeping the quick rhythm up and down on his cock. He was watching his daughter's eager cunt ride up and down most of the length of his tireless prick. She started to twist and turn as she fucked. Her cunt pulled and sucked. She watched his face change with each new variation. She gripped the towel rack tighter. Her ass launched into a rapid grinding. She gauged her breathing and poured all her strength into sliding her father's big, wonderful cock in and out of her flaming cunt as fast as she could. She watched her body bounce and wiggle. Her tits were jiggling. The pink nipples were hard and round, and they tingled in a surprising way. Her lean legs were splayed and flexing, exposing the strong muscles in her thighs. She added more fuel to the fire, humping and fucking until it seemed like she had always been there, always riding up and down on her father's cock. Her pussy was hot, wet, and gripping tightly at her father's prick. It felt like a tight glove of flesh shaped exactly to every bulging vein and steely curve of his cock. Her cunt flowed and moved with the fast pistoning she relentlessly kept up. And it seemed to glow. The glow sent sparks that traveled up her spine. The sparks set fire to her brain. She panted her breath between her clenched teeth and slammed her pussy down until her vision blurred. She felt the whole monstrous length of her father's cock fuck up into her with every hammering stroke. Then more sparks. More fire. And she fucked even faster. To believe that anything could be as hard and hot as her father's huge thick cock was tough enough. But to believe that her little pussy could manage to wrap around all that cockmeat and swallow it all, over and over, was almost impossible. Then his hands were slowing down. She looked at him. He was straining, his face red. He was jerking spasmodically, his hips twisting his throbbing cock in her bouncing body. "What's wrong?" she asked, glancing at the door. She hadn't heard a knock. He slowed and stopped her. Her pussy gripped tight, halfway down his prickshaft. His balls were drawn up tight. His cock was throbbing with the fast beat of his heart. He lifted her. She looked down and saw they whole huge shaft of her father's cock, but the prickhead was still firmly stuck in her tight round cuntmouth. She pulled up. With a groan, she forced her tight pussylips to stretch over the unyielding knob of his cockhead. She saw the big prickhead pull out of her. Her little pussy snapped back like elastic, just as tight and firm as before. It was red and puffed, and it throbbed like crazy, but it was okay. She looked at his big prick and then back at her tiny pussy and shook her head. "Nothing is wrong," her father said. "Do you want some special candy?" He stood up. He glanced at the door. He turned the water down. Starr figured what that meant. He wanted her to use her mouth again. She was down on her knees in a flash, stretching her mouth open. She wrapped both hands around his cock. He jerked. "Easy!" he whispered. "I'll tell you when the candy comes!" She looked up at him quizzically, then smiled. All the candy she would ever want was right here, throbbing and stiff in her hands. She bent down and sucked the huge cockhead into her mouth. She scraped her teeth over the wide rim, and then it was in. Tight and warm, her mouth sucked and her head moved up and down. Her pussy still hummed. It seemed jealous of her eagerly sucking mouth and her squeezing, pumping hands. But Daddy wants this, she decided. She sucked harder. Her hands found his swollen balls and squeezed them. She made her mouth imitate what her tight pussy had just done. She moved in long strokes that snapped his cockhead in and out of her stretched lips. She swallowed more, letting it slide in and out, sucking her cheeks around the fat cockhead. Her hands pulled. His balls and his straining prickshaft were yanked and rubbed. She fed her mouth more cock. Faster. And her hands squeezed. Starr noticed a taste that wasn't there before. She realized that it must be the taste of her pussy. It was nice. She looked up at her father while her mouth moved up and down on his cock. It seemed even bigger than before. It was pulsing harder too, she noticed. And his breathing was deep and ragged. Her father was gripping the showerhead behind him and arching his hips toward his daughter's sucking mouth. She watched him watching her. Her mouth was stretched as tight as her little pussy had been. She ate faster up his cock to show him how much she loved it. She crawled her lips to the limits she could reach and filled her throat with his big prickhead. The cockhead scent to swell. Her hands felt his cock thicken and his balls jerk. She sucked faster, grinding his cockhead deeper and deeper into her eager throat. And then her father moaned and shuddered. "Now!" he cried suddenly, gripping his cock in one fist near the hairy base. Starr pulled away, confused. She stared at the yawning hole in the end of her father's straining prick. A sudden spurt of thick, creamy cum erupted from the ballooning cockhead and hit her in the face. She opened her mouth in surprise — and another thick steam gushed past her lips and splashed her cheeks. One taste and she knew. She damped her mouth onto his gushing cock and drank. The next powerful jet of cum was sucked down her throat. She grabbed his cock and tried to pull more of the wonderful stuff out of it. She looked up and saw the dreamy expression on her father's face while another heavy load shot down her gulping throat. She sucked hard, trying to get more. Her tongue licked back and forth along the under side of his cockhead. She moaned aloud in a pleading tone as more and more of the tasty spunk filled her mouth. She gobbled and swallowed, taking every last drop. Her hand squeezed and pulled, trying to drain more jizz from the steel-hard cock. She sank her fingers into his balls, sucking again and again. The strong spurts shot at regular intervals, and Starr timed her gulping to avoid losing one drop. Her mouth filled once, and a trickle of cum ran down her chin, but with one huge gulp she swallowed it all. She drank the dwindling stream, pumping harder on his cock. She wanted more. A few weak spurts warmed her mouth. She continued to suck and pump his cock until he stopped her. Starr thought she could hear the sound of footsteps outside the door. "I better hurry!" she whispered. She took a last longing look at her father's wonderful prick. It was slowly shrinking. The big balls hung easy. She wanted to start all over again, but she put the thought out of her mind. She scooped up her nightie and panties and opened the door. The hall was dark. She went out, not looking back. She knew that if she didn't tear herself away now, she would soon be throwing herself on her father's big cock all over again. It was too risky now. She got to her room and shut the door quietly. She could hear her heart beating. Her mouth was almost numb. She sighed, licking a trickle of cum from one corner of her mouth. The taste thrilled her. Her little pussy throbbed. She wondered how long she would have to wait until she could have more cock. Not too long, she hoped.