1. It Was an Accident, Honest!


    Date: 12/16/2015, Categories: Fantastic, Male / Females, Oral Sex, Romance, Written by women, Young, Author: geilkoekje11, Rating: 85.3, Source: sexstories.com

    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 . . . ...
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