Directions to Sunrise: Oops!

Chapter 3: Oops!

I threw my shaving kit into the gym bag and headed to the hall to grab everyone's luggage. Of course, the girls were all ready downstairs and ready to go. They were using real suitcases that they had packed the night before, but since this was only a two-day trip to Washington D.C. all I needed was one set of nice clothes and one set of casual clothes and, oh yea, the new toys I had bought for my wife. We were making the trip so our daughter could attend an orientation session at Georgetown. She would be a freshman there in the Fall.

For my wife and I, the trip was a mini-vacation celebrating the fulfillment of one of our dreams. Our firstborn was heading off to college. Thursday was a travel day. Friday and Saturday thru 2:00 P.M. our daughter, Blanche, would be staying over and attending events at the school. Elizabeth and I would get to play tourist for a day and a half, and then we would pick Blanche up and head back to Skippack, our hometown, north of Philadelphia.

My gym bag was not big enough for the surprises I had planned, so I tucked the toys into my wife's suitcase. Friday night, Elizabeth and I would be alone and out of town. I couldn't pass up the opportunity for some wild sex. I had bought some Velcro wrist and ankle restraints and a 10" long vibrating purple dildo. Mason the Dominator was due to make an appearance.

I put the luggage in the car and we were off. Our three-hour drive was uneventful and I pulled into the Washington Marriott. However, things changed quickly when I tried to check in. "What do you mean my reservation is for tomorrow night? No, no, no! You should have two rooms for us tonight and one room for tomorrow," I cried exasperated.

"I'm sorry sir," the young girl at the front desk said, "we have you arriving tomorrow night and leaving on Sunday."

Elizabeth, the levelheaded one, broke in, "All right something is wrong with our reservations. What can you do for us tonight?"

"We only have one room left for tonight. A single with a king-size bed on the twelfth floor."

Elizabeth continued, "Do you think another hotel near-by would have two rooms for us?"

"No madam. I have been getting calls all day from them. Some have all ready sent people to us because they didn't have any rooms left. We are all full because of the Million Man March on Washington scheduled for tomorrow. Do you want to take my last room?"

"Well, I guess we better. I can't believe I got the dates messed up," I said. "I apologize for blowing up at you Miss," I said to the clerk. Turning to my family I said, "Girls, you take the room. I'll drive back home tonight and pick you up on Saturday." To myself I added, "The Dominator has just left the building."

Both Blanche and Elizabeth expressed their disappointment and said they didn't want me to have to get back in the car for another three hour drive. They convinced me that we could make do with one room, it was only one night after all. Still feeling like a fool, I exceeded to their wishes. The bellman took the girls' bags up to room #1212.

After we settled in, Elizabeth and I went for a stroll leaving Blanche watching MTV. I apologized again for my screw up.Elizabeth said, "Everything will be fine. Tomorrow morning we will get Blanche off to her orientation and you and I will have some time alone."

The walk was helping me calm down. Feeling better I asked, "Did you find any surprising items in your suitcase?"

"What have you done now?"

"Oh, I just got some things to make tomorrow night a little more interesting."

Elizabeth smiled and grabbed my arm. She snuggled up against me and asked again what they were. I told her she would see them soon enough. We walked arm and arm back to our room.

Moments after we let ourselves in, Blanche came out of the bathroom looking a little flushed. She said, "Hey, there's a great big Jacuzzi in the bathroom. Let's all get in like we did on our trip to the Grand Canyon!"

"Blanche, You were ten-years old then. Besides, no one brought their bathing suits," Elizabeth said.

"Aw, come on Mom. Underwear, bathing suits, what's the difference."

Sheepishly Elizabeth said, "Blanche swimming season is a month away. I am not ready ... grooming- wise."

This answer caused Blanche to pause for a moment. A looking of understanding slowly came to her face and she said, "Come into the bathroom with me Mom. While we wait for the tub to fill, I'll help you get fixed up."

I said. " Elizabeth you know I love the water. I'll sit here and read the newspaper while you guys get everything ready."

An "aren't you a smart ass" smirk crossed my wife's face as she allowed her daughter to drag her into the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later as I sat drinking a beer and reading the newspaper, Blanche came out and went to her suitcase. She grabbed a white cotton top she planned to wear in the hot tub and started back into the bathroom. She stopped and turned back to her suitcase and said to no one in particular, "I might as well put my clothes in my suitcase." And she proceeded to take her blouse and skirt off. Her back was to me, but any attempt at modesty was lost because she had on white thong underwear and I could see a nicely tanned butt bisected by a thin strip of white. She slipped on the cotton top.

I called out "Blanche, where is the other half of you underwear?"

As she walked back to the bathroom she said. "Very funny Dad. The Jacuzzi is ready."

I followed her bare behind to the bathroom door and asked. "Elizabeth, are we really going to do this?"

I saw my wife was all ready sitting in the tub wearing her bra and panties. "Sure. Come on in. The water feels great on my lower back. You know how I get sometimes after long car rides."

"I'll be in in a minute," I said. I returned to the bedroom. I stripped down to my boxers and put my clothes on hangers in the closet. Then I joined them in the tub. My wife was right. The water felt great, warm and relaxing. I leaned back and was zoning out as the girls sat across from me talking about where some of Blanche's schoolmates were going to college. As I watched the two of them, I couldn't help but notice how much Blanche resembled Elizabeth. She even had a similar voice and some of her mannerisms.

I also couldn't help but notice others thing too. The churning water had gotten their chests wet. Elizabeth's lacy bra had become translucent and I could easily see her famous chocolate auroras. Blanche, who wasn't wearing a bra, had hard, erect nipples that proudly poked out as if demanding to be noticed. I tried not to stare at their boobs. Regardless of my good intentions, I did look and my cock was now semi-hard.

If that wasn't enough, now I had another problem. I had to pee! Between the beer I had just finished and the large iced tea I had had earlier, my bladder was full and not happy about it. Having all this water churning around me didn't help either. I sat there and tried to ignore it. Elizabeth noticed me squirming and said, "What's the matter with you?"

"I have to pee."

"Oh, for goodness sake. You're as bad as the kids on a trip to grandma's house," my wife scolded me.

"Go ahead Dad," Blanche said, "we can turn our backs."

I adjusted the beginnings of an erection in my boxers as best I could and said, "Thanks." I climbed out of the tub and walked to the toilet as they turned their backs to me giggling and whispering the whole time. As I was releaving myself, it donned on me that most of the walls were covered with mirrors. Looking in the mirror to my left I could see Blanche watching me. She had a reflected view of my penis. I was in mid-stream, without options; there was nothing I could do.

When I returned to the tub, Blanche lowered her eyes and looked away from me. Her face was flush again.

The conversations resumed. We discussed which museums we were planning to go to tomorrow. Blanche talked about her roommate. They had been E-mailing each other discussing who would bring the stereo and who had a refrigerator. It was a pleasant family discussion.

Elizabeth announced that she needed to go to the bathroom and that she also wanted to call her sister, Charlotte, who was at our house looking after our two other kids. I turned away from the toilet as my wife used it. When she was done and getting ready to stand and pull up her underwear, Blanche said. "Hey Mom why don't you show Dad our handy work? He's going to see it anyway as soon as you guys get rid of me."

Turning to me, Blanche said, "We did something a little different."

Elizabeth said, "Well, why not? Ever since I've had kids, I've had to give up any hopes about being modest. I haven't been allowed to go to the bathroom by myself ever since my kids learned how to walk." With that she stood up and flashed us. Her black pubic hair was cut in the shape of a heart. "I'm going to check on the rest of the kids and get some dry clothes on." Elizabeth proceeded to remove her bra and hung her wet underwear on a towel rack. Toweling herself off, she walked naked out of the room.

Blanche and I laughed. I told Blanche, "Nice work. Does this mean you're planning to change your college major to Art or Design?"

Giggling she responded, "There's an idea. But seriously, I still want to join the FBI. I'll need to be a certified public accountant or a lawyer first. I plan on getting an accounting degree."

Teasing her I said, "So you still like to play cops and robbers."

I held out my finger like it was a gun. She grabbed my hand and we wrestled over the "gun". I grabbed both of her wrists and lifted them up in the air. As I begin to say, "Now I've got you, you dirty copper," I see two hard nipples staring me in the face. With her arms in the air, Blanche's tee shirt has risen up exposing her boobs. Blanche didn't seem to notice as she continued to struggle. I released her wrists hoping that her shirt would slide back down. I was embarrassed, even more so because the sight of some breast meat had triggered an automatic response in my body and I felt my dick beginning to swell.

Blanche continued our wrestling match. It was the type of rough housing we used to do before puberty hit her and being with Dad was no longer cool. Blanche is a determined girl and she was enjoying splashing and trying to get the better of me. I played along. Unfortunately, some of our play brought sensitive areas into contact. My hands slide across her breasts and her thighs. She backed into my groin with her bottom. Some how her thong got pushed to the side, exposing her black pubic hair, also trimmed in the shape of a heart. All of this registered with my brain and my body responded with a full blown hard on. My dick was now sticking out the opening of my boxers.

I decided to end the match and sat down. I told her, "I give up." Blanche, who was standing, began to spin and do a victory dance. She slipped in the tub and fell down on top off me. She landed on my lap facing away from me. The head of my erect cock was lodged in her pussy!

The realization of what happened hit both of us at the same time. The silence was truly deafening and we are both too stunned to move.

I cry out, "Oh my God!

"I'm sorry Daddy. I didn't mean it."

Puzzled and in shock I ranted, "This isn't possible! It's just impossible for me to penetrate a virgin this way. I've been with your Mom for twenty years. As well as we know each other's body. I don't think I could just plop into her cold if I tried all night long."

Blanche, who had been sitting on me slightly off balanced, shifted her weight and ended up further impaled on my engorged dick. She said softly, "Dad, I am not a virgin and I'm not really... cold. I've been creaming all evening. I've felt teased all night: first it was seeing, touching and smelling Mom's sex as I helped shave her, then by walking around in front of you in my thong and also I saw your penis as you went to the bathroom and finally our wrestling. I've been jazzed up all night. And then there's this." She pulled the 10" long dildo I had put in her mother's suitcase out from under some towels!

"When you guys were out for your walk, I opened Mom's suitcase looking for some Chapstick and I found this. I have never seen anything like it. I took it out and accidentally turned it on and it started vibrating. I wanted to see what it was like, so I held it against my pussy. It felt so good on the outside; I started trying to put it in me. I managed to get about half of it inside me and then I heard you guys come back into the room. So I hid it under these towels and rushed out to meet you."

"I know it's wrong Dad. Believe me, I didn't plan this. But please stroke me a few times. I'm dying for an orgasm!"

"Blanche, It's not right." I put my hands around her narrow waist and began to lift her up.

She acted as if she was getting off me and then suddenly, pulled my hands off her waist and she slid them under her shirt to her breasts as she jammed herself back down on me. Her boobs were smaller than my wife's tits, but not that little. Is there such a thing as a "A and a half? Her breasts were soft, but much firmer than her mother's boobs. They felt like the soft, thick leather of a catcher's mitt.

"Come on Dad," she said. "Charlotte told me that you really know how to satisfy a women."

"What! What are you talking about."

"Dad, I know about you and Aunt Charlotte. I over heard Mom and Aunt Charlotte talking."

"Ah, ah...you're mistaken," I stammered. "Look young lady that is enough of that. This is wrong. Now get off me."

I thought I had made my point and Blanche again began to rise off of me. But before I was completely out of her, she quickly pushed back down. She began to rapidly bounce up and down on my dick. Her right hand reached down and she began to rub her clit. Again, I am speechless. I'm too stunned to think or react. However, the primitive area of my brain knows what to do. That reptilian portion of my brain took over and unconsciously my hips moved. I drove my penis into the available snatch.

Just like animals in heat, once connected the act is automatically carried out. All that registered with my brain is that a piece of ass was on my dick. The pussy is hot and oh so tight. The female was begging to be fucked. So fuck her!

My rational mind regained control. It found my mouth groaning and my body piston-fucking the bitch in heat. I heard Blanche breathing heavily and moaning like I was scratching an itch that she has had for years. I stop my humping, but it didn't matter to Blanche. She wouldn't be denied. She continued to grind down on my erection and achieved her much needed orgasm. I heard her moaning, "Uhmmm," then "Aahhh," then "Oh my God!"

I moved quickly to cover her mouth. I can't even imagine what I would say to Elizabeth if she walked in on us. Blanche had gone limp in my arms. I lifted her up and pulled my dick out and placed her on the tub bench with her head on her arms.

I got out of the tub. What do I do? I grabbed the dildo and hid it in the cabinet under the sink. My head hurt, but my dick hurt more. I can't go into the next room with this raging hard on. The head is so engorged with blood it would probably glow in the dark. It was demanding release. I had no choice but to beat off. I turned away from Blanche, though it was hardly necessary, as she was practically unconscious reveling in her orgasm. I grabbed a bar of soap off the counter, lathered up my prick and pounded my dick giving it the relief it required. I spewed what seemed like gallons of cum in the sink.

By the time I cleaned myself, Blanche had regained her senses. I wrapped a towel around my waist and draped another over her shoulders and I told her, "This can't, this will not happen again and not a word to your mother. Understand?" See nodded her head yes. "Blanche," I continued, " let's strive to be above the animals."

"Dad, you're right. This would kill Mom if she knew. An orgasm is not worth hurting her. It won't happen again. I promise."

"Good. After you have gathered yourself. Come on out and we will all go to sleep," I told her.

I splashed water on my face and I gave myself a quick once over to make sure that I was as presentable as possible. Then I went out and joined my wife. Elizabeth was just hanging up the phone.

She said, "The kids are fine. You know that Jacuzzi did you some good. I can see some color in your checks."

"Great. I'm really tired though. Would you mine if I went right to sleep? I'll take this side of the bed. You can have the middle. Okay?"

Elizabeth nodded and I collapsed into bed. A little later, Blanche got in on the far side of the bed. Sweet Elizabeth got in between us and slept the peacefully sleep of the innocent. I was awake all night.

The next day, I told everyone "I'm not feeling well. Elizabeth, would you mind taking Blanche to school? I think I should stay in bed."

My wife put her hand to my forehead and said, "You don't seem to have a fever. Go ahead and rest. I'll take Blanche. I had my heart on seeing that exhibition at the National Art Gallery and today is the last day, would you mind if I stopped in there and met you back here for lunch?"

"That's fine. I'll be here sleeping."

With our plans settled, the girls got ready and headed out. I got some of the sleep that had alluded me the night before.

I was dressed when Elizabeth returned around noon. I said, "I'm feeling better. Let's get a bit to eat and we can go see the other sights we had scheduled." I was quiet as we made our tour of the monuments. We went by the half-priced ticket booth and picked up tickets to "Saving Grace", a comedy playing at the Kennedy Center. After a nice dinner and an enjoyable show, I was feeling a little better as we headed back to our hotel room.

"I found something I didn't pack in my suitcase," my wife said as we entered our room. "Who's the one that is getting tie up."

"Lady's choice," I answered.

"Well, you've been under the weather, so maybe I should take charge."

"As I've said many times, you're the boss."

"Right. Strip," she commanded. When I was naked, she used the Velcro straps to tie my hands behind my back.

"Now undress me with your teeth."

Elizabeth had on high heels, a blouse and a pair of pants. I got on my knees and nudged the shoes off with my nose. I used my teeth to unbuckle her belt and pulled down the zipper in the pants. I gently head butted her to knock her down on the bed and I bit the cuff of her pants and pulled on them. She cooperated and I soon had them off.

Her blouse was going to be more of a challenge. However, it was made of silk and as much as Elizabeth was enjoying this, she didn't want it damaged or want to have to send it to the dry cleaners, so she took it off for me. She stood before me in black, high cut panties and a matching bra. The bra had a clasp in the front, which I made short work of. I again was on my knees and I had no problem pulling the panties off. I began nuzzling her sex.

I said, "So far the sick guy has been doing all the work."

Elizabeth responded gently, "Complaining?" and then more harshly, "Up on the bed, slave."

I climbed up on the bed and Elizabeth used all the straps to spread-eagle me on the bed. She grabbed my half-harden erection and said, "You will have to do better than that, " and she disdainfully tossed it aside.

"Let's see if that tongue of yours knows how to satisfy a Queen." She climbed on top of me and put her pussy to my mouth while she faced my feet. Eagerly, I lapped her pussy. I licked her the full length of her slit and occasionally stuck my tongue in as far as I could manage. She ground her hips into my face so at times even my nose has up her cunt. Much like a jockey whipping the horse to encourage it to go faster, she playfully slapped my erection and egg me on with cries of "Faster. Faster."