(c) Copyright 1997 Rhymer. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted through mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. SHOWER SCENE by RHYMER My plan was about to come to fruition. It was Saturday night, and my mom was out with my brother Chris, shopping for school clothes. I'd just watched my dad go into the bathroom after a long afternoon of yardwork. Time for a shower, he'd said. My pussy tingled as I thought of his long, thick cock springing free of his undershorts as he got naked, and I rubbed my slit through the thin cotton shorts I was wearing. I'd seen his massive tool by accident one morning as he padded naked to the bathroom with a piss-hard, and I'd lusted after it ever since. I've seen my share of cocks -- I'm only fourteen, but I haven't been a giggling virgin in years -- but his was biggest and best! To think that what I'd been searching for was right here in my own house all this time. I made a mental note to check out 15 year old Chris' equipment some time; it might run in the family. As soon as I heard the shower running, I ran into my room and stripped naked. I looked at myself in the mirror, cupping my hands under my breasts. I look good, if I do say so myself. I'm a blonde, with bright green eyes and nice little 34C titties. I keep my cunt shaved for maximum pleasure, and I do special exercises to keep it tight. I grinned, rubbed my clit for good luck, and went over to the bathroom. I slipped quietly in behind my father as he was lathering his hair, so he didn't realize I was there until I trailed a wet hand down his right flank. He jumped, then turned carefully around so he wouldn't slip. "Lizzie!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing?" He was shocked and a little angry, but I couldn't help noticing his eyes assessing my tits and ready cunt. His pecker started to rise perceptibly. "Showing you the time of your life," I purred. I reached out and wrapped my hand around his cock, and began moving my fist back and forth. He was so amazed he just stood there and accepted it for a few seconds, and by then he was rock hard. His cock is, at a guess, almost ten inches long and nearly as thick as my wrist. I'd have to do some stretching to accommodate him in my cunt. But that was for later. This was just a prologue, and I wanted to get it right. "Oh, God, no baby," he groaned, as I continued to pump his cock. "We can't d-do this. You're my daughter, for chrissakes." "Your horny daughter," I said, "who wants to give you a blowjob as a reward for being such a nice daddy." With that, I flicked my tongue across his cock. It tasted slightly of soap and manliness. He tried to pull away, but then I stretched my mouth wide and engulfed the first three inches of his prick. After that he gave up; he was mine. I'm proud of my cocksucking technique, which I've perfected on dozens of boys and a few men. I slowly inched forward, relaxing my throat muscles, until my lips were touching the mass of hair at the base of his organ. Then I slowly pulled back, sucking like a vacuum and wriggling my tongue along the bottom of his cock. I pulled off with a smack, tonguewashed his heavy balls for a minute, licked the length of his shaft while he bucked and swayed, then did it all again. After less than three repetitions, he grabbed my shoulders hard, thrust forward, and came like a water hose. I let it splatter on my tits, then directed a jet toward my bare pussy. As he stood there, gasping, I lasciviously massaged his cum into my twat. The thought that this was my daddy's juice that I was grinding into me was a heady one that made me hotter by the second. Then a fleeting thought passed through my head: what if I should get pregnant? I was on the Pill of course, but what if? The thought of carrying my own daddy's baby caused me to screech and come while he watched, still in shock. When I was done I grinned at him, gave his cock a wet, sloppy kiss, and slipped out of the shower, taking a towel with me. I dried myself off vigorously, turning myself on yet again, and fingerfucked myself to orgasm twice thinking of Dad's hot, thick prong fucking me. That would come next, I vowed; I'd have to make the first move again, I knew, 'cause Daddy's kinda shy. I can't get the thought of having his baby out of my head now. It wasn't in my original plan -- I'd just wanted his cock at first -- but I'd have to carefully consider the pros and cons of it. In the meanwhile, I'll just keep on truckin'. I haven't gotten him to bed me yet, but tomorrow's Saturday and Mom plans to take Chris shopping for clothes; I begged off, citing homework as my excuse. I can't wait to see what develops!