Frank O'Toole heard the water running in his daughter's shower. He pulled back the covers and climbed out of bed. By the time he reached the bathroom door, his cock strained against the material of his underwear. The door was not completely shut and needed only a slight nudge to swing open.
He could see the outline of Lisa's body behind the glass doors; the same body she willingly flaunted in front of him; the same body he had been using for sexual gratification for almost a year.
Frank stepped out of his underwear and reached for the shower door. It slid open.
"Good morning, Dad." Lisa turned to face him, water pouring over her twenty-year-old body.
Frank was beyond feeling guilty about fucking his daughter. And the blowjobs. And the hand jobs. And masturbating while thinking about her naked. All of that. He was beyond being mad at her just because he couldn't stop thinking about Lisa every time he fucked his girlfriend Michelle.
"Good morning, Lisa. Can I watch?"
"You can help," Lisa said, handing him the sponge and body wash. "Be sure to get those hard to reach places."
Frank smiled as he poured a little body wash onto the sponge and put the bottle down. He looked at his daughter's shoulders and back. They were well-developed without being masculine. Faint tan lines indicated where her bikini straps rested, when she bothered to wear a top.
He began to move the sponge across her shoulders from side to side. Lisa stood far enough away from the cascading water that the soap remained on her body as Frank worked his way down. By the time he got to the top of her ass she was covered in white bubbles.
He wiped the sponge across the cheek on one side of her ass, then the other. He put the sponge down and used his hands to spread the soap around. Lisa arched her back with pleasure as her father's slippery hands clutched at her soapy skin. He squeezed the little, round cheeks and ran the fingers of one hand up and down the wet space between her legs.
Finally, Frank took the sponge and completed washing the back of her legs.
"OK. Turn around," he ordered.
Lisa immediately looked down to view the status of his erection. As suspected, it was nearly full. She smiled.
Frank didn't waste any time before starting to wash the rest of his daughter. Again, he began at her shoulders. The dripping soap preceded the sponge into her cleavage. Then he commenced the slow, deliberate process of cleaning every inch of her luscious, full breasts.
Lisa shivered at the slightly abrasive feeling of the sponge sliding back and forth across her nipples. Frank watched them grow under a thin layer of soap as he used his bare hands to spread the soap over each breast entirely. He cupped the breasts in his hands, then pressed them against Lisa's chest and pinched the nipples.
"Oh my God," Lisa moaned. "Don't stop, please."
Frank picked back up with the sponge, working his way past Lisa's stomach and down to her legs. He washed everything around, but not directly on, her pussy. Lisa slowly but surely spread her legs farther and farther apart in anticipation of her father's actions. Then Frank placed the sponge on Lisa's pussy and pulled it up agonizingly slowly. He pushed in and felt the opening to her cunt, then the space between her pussy lips and finally the hard nub of her clit.
He rubbed the area several more times, soap building up until he couldn't see any of her skin. Lisa's moans assured him he was still in the right area, however.
Experience with Lisa told him when it was time to move on before she came. He wanted her to beg him. He felt a little less guilt afterwards if he could convince himself she forced him into it. So he washed her shapely legs and stood up once more.
Lisa kissed him enthusiastically. They both felt his hard cock pressed between their bodies. Lisa touched it, stroking it lightly while her father put his hands on her wet ass. He leaned against her so that they both moved under the direct flow of the shower.
The feeling was magical; their bodies touching, water flowing over them, sexual tension building.
"I want you inside me," Lisa sighed.
Frank loved it when she begged.
He grabbed her by the waist and turned her so that she faced the back wall. She put out her arms to brace herself and spread her legs again. Frank held the soapy sponge long enough to cover his hands, then stroked his cock one time to slick it up. He knew she wouldn't need it, but this would make it even better.
Lisa supported herself in expectation of her father's initial thrust. It came quickly. Her body eagerly accepted his thick cock and she cried out her approval. Frank reached around and put his hand on one of her breasts, searching out the little nipple. A few squeezes and it wasn't so little any more.
Leftover soap spread across her breasts as he massaged them while fucking her. Their bodies smacked together and between that, the water and their combined grunts, the bathroom was getting louder.
"Ohh, God. That's so good, Dad. Fuck me!" Lisa moaned. "Fuck me!"
"Touch yourself, Lisa. I want to hear you cum."
Lisa put a hand on her clit, occasionally reaching down to feel Frank's cock sliding in and out of her cunt. She could do this all day, she thought to herself. They both paced themselves to drag it out as long as possible, but lust always won out when they got together.
Lisa was the first to signal her impending orgasm. She pleaded with her father to fuck her harder and faster. Her own hand frantically rubbed at her clit while Frank clutched at her breast. She drove her ass back into her father, hoping for just one more inch of cock inside her.
Frank slapped his body into Lisa's beautiful ass with each thrust. Her tight cunt wrapped itself around him, on the verge of exploding with her its orgasm and assisting him into one at the same time.
"Yes, now," Lisa yelled out. "Yes! Yes!"
Frank held her by the hips as she began to cum. After a few seconds, the first stream of cum poured from his cock into her cunt. Their voices drove each other on to prolonged orgasms. Sweat combined with the water still on them from the shower to soak them before they were done. Frank was barely inside his daughter as he hugged her from behind.
Finally, he dropped out of her and they returned to the cool, running water of the shower.
"You're good, Lisa. Really good. I wish you weren't my daughter," Frank said.
"I hope you still want me," Lisa said with a hopeful look on her face.
"Always."
#
Michelle pulled into a parking space at the far end of the little park, checking her hair before getting out of the car. It was a warm day and she walked towards a picnic table in the shade. A quick glance around seemed to confirm that nobody else was around. That was the main reason Michelle and Frank often came here after school—privacy.
Michelle sat on the picnic table bench facing the parking lot. She looked down at her top. It was a deeply cut v-neck shirt she had changed into at school right before leaving. Not something she'd wear in front of the kids, she had no problem with the amount of cleavage it showed if Frank was around. The fact she had removed her bra was another reason she snuck out of school as quietly as she could.
A moment later she heard a car on the gravel drive. Frank's car pulled in next to hers and he stepped out, waving to her as he did. She cheerfully waved back, that familiar shiver going through her body at the sight of him.
They greeted each other with a hug and long kiss.
"You look great," Frank said, not concealing his inspection of Michelle's top and slacks.
"Thank you."
They sat down, still holding hands.
"Looks like we're alone, huh?" Frank said with a devilish smile.
"Yeah, well, we've said that before." Michelle had gotten over the night Lisa interrupted them on the couch in Frank's family room, but she'd never forget it.
Frank leaned over and kissed her again.
"Frank, I want to ask you something," Michelle said meekly.
"Sure. What?"
"You've seemed awfully...uh, detached...lately. Is something the matter?" She had struggled with how to ask it and still didn't get it out very smoothly.
"No. Not at all," the surprise evident in Frank's voice.
"When we're together...you seem to be thinking about something else." Michelle looked down at the ground instead of into his eyes.
"Nothing's wrong. I'm sorry if you think so," Frank said, holding her hand more tightly.
"Is there another woman?" This time Michelle was looking straight at him, despite the tremendous courage it took on her part.
"Michelle! That's ridiculous," Frank countered, an image of naked Lisa firmly planted in his mind.
"Well, I worry. I don't want to lose you." She choked on the last couple words.
Frank took her into his arms. Michelle started sobbing, her head buried against his neck and shoulder.
"Michelle," Frank whispered. "I wouldn't leave you."
After a moment of more sniveling, Michelle said, "Tell me you love me."
"I love you, Michelle." He hoped it sounded more sincere to her than it did to himself.
"I hope so, because I love you more than anything in the world."
It was the first time she'd been so forthright with him and Frank was touched. Had he been totally blind to Michelle's growing love for him while concentrating on Lisa? If he allowed himself, could he have a wonderful, guilt-free relationship with Michelle?
"Let's go for a walk," Frank said, pulling Michelle from the bench. Her crying was nearly under control as they headed for a dirt path that curled through the thick woods.
It didn't take long for them to seemingly be miles from civilization. The air was cooler in the dense forest and not a sound of outside life could be heard.
Frank stopped when they neared a very large tree at the side of the path. He smiled at Michelle, held her against the trunk of the tree and kissed her. Their tongues darted back and forth in a familiar pattern from many kisses before.
Frank's hand found the outside of Michelle's shirt, directly on top of her breast. He felt the nipple on his palm. He pressed in, taking as much of the breast in his hand as he could.
Michelle moaned in response. Her flood of earlier emotions were caving in to her desire. It got worse when she felt Frank's hand slide under her shirt and up to her breast. Immediately, he began to knead her skin and play with her hardened nipple.
Her own hand searched his crotch for the hard cock she knew was there. She moved it until it pointed straight up, then rubbed it with her palm through his pants.
"God, Michelle. I want to fuck you right here." Frank had her shirt raised almost to her breast. With one quick motion he leaned down, lifted the shirt and had her nipple in his mouth.
Michelle quickly looked both directions on the path before allowing herself to mutter, "Harder! Suck it harder, Frank."
His teeth lightly bit into the skin surrounding her nipple. She nearly screamed with delight as her breast disappeared between his lips, Frank's tongue working magic on her sensitive nipple.
