Do the backs of my legs and I'll turn around.” Harry finished her long, well-turned legs in a hurry. Then she turned and faced him. The water streamed down on her full breasts, down over her rounded tummy and poured off the wet kinks of her pubic bush. He stroked his hands across her upper chest. A wave of suds oozed slowly down her front, then parted to go around her boobs. His hands skated slickly on a layer of hot lather. Her breasts squirmed away from his soapy grasp.
Her nipples were hard and alert. Struggling to restrain himself, he worked his way down her torso to her soft belly and paused there to probe her navel. She sucked in her gut when he bored a finger into the dark hole. She leaned her shoulders back against the wall and thrust her pelvis forward invitingly. He sank to his knees in front of her. The water pounded down on the back of his head as he soaped the expanse of her tummy, then lathered her thick pubic bush. Carefully avoiding penetrating her, he painstakingly washed her hair and outer lips. Then he let one slick finger enter her slit. “Ooohh,” she sighed. “Just a little bit, just a little bit. Get me real, real hot, but don't bring me off.” Harry was puzzled by the request, but he obeyed it. He gently tickled her clitoris with one soapy finger. Her breath shuddered out of her and her lips squirmed under his delicate, slippery touch. “Aw, that's enough,” she moaned. “No more, no more. Get up so I can wash you. Quick!” Harry scrambled to his feet and handed her the soap. She started on his shoulders, reaching around him. She quickly smeared soap down to his buttocks, then worked her soapy fingers in between them. He fought the urge to clench his ass against her, and felt one soapy finger brush across his anus. He pushed his ass back to give her better access to his bottom hole.
He was eager to savor the new sensation. She proceeded to twist the tip of her finger into his anus. Pure ecstasy ripped up through him from the intimate probe. She turned him around, and he leaned forward against the wall. She twisted her soap-slicked finger up into his tail, and his guts knotted with a spasm of lust. His anal ring pulsed around her finger, teaching around in front of him, she began pumping his still hard cock with her free hand. If Harry hadn't already come once, he would have spurted semen all over the shower wall. As it was, he felt more excited than he ever had before in his life. “How would you like to put your cock up my ass?”
Mary Kay asked suddenly. “Huh?” Harry was jarred out of his reverie by her question. “How would you like to bugger me?” She squeezed his rigid prick. “Shove that great greasy cock of yours right up my bottom hole and come in my rectum?” “I don't know…”
“Come on, let's try it,” Mary Kay urged. “Let's try something new.” “I don't think…” “First shut off the water so it doesn't wash the soap off us,” she ordered. Harry twisted the faucet handles quickly and cut off the hot spray. There was a ringing silence when the rush of water stopped. Mary Kay pulled her finger out of his ass and let go of his cock. “Now turn around.”
He did. She studied his prick pensively. The tower of flesh was white, covered with a mixture of soap and preliminary oozings. It looked immense. It was pointed directly at her belly and throbbed visibly with lust. Mary Kay brushed her fingertips up its underside. His prostate reacted violently, sending a hot, exquisite flow into his groin. Then she turned, leaned forward against the shower wall, and spread her legs. She braced her forehead on the cold tile. “Do it!” she ordered, her voice echoing weirdly off the walls. “Put your cock up my ass! Hurry!” Harry's belly was knotted with lust and concern as he moved forward. Gently, he pulled on Mary Kay's waist until her ass was at just the angle he wanted it to be. Then, with the fingers of one hand, he spread the cheeks of her bottom and exposed the dark pucker of her anus. Gripping the base of his prick, he aimed ft at his target and muzzled his soap-slick bulbous glans against it. “Yeah,” Mary Kay sighed. Harry leaned forward and watched his prick head push against the tight hole of her anus. The soap and secretions coating his organ greased its path, making the entry into her bowels easier than he expected. His glans pressed into her anus, dilating her muscular ring smoothly, ironing the pucker lines out of it as he drove inward. The tip of his organ was squeezed delightfully by her resisting muscle. It pinched the bulb and stimulated the nerve endings in a way that was totally new to him. Her hole opened bit by bit, then suddenly seemed almost to suck his glans in as the ring settled into the groove behind the head of his cock. “Gawd!” Mary Kay exploded. “Oh, Jesus, that is good! Put it all in me! I've got to have it all. Got to!”
Harry wasn't planning to hold hack. The stimulation on his prick was absolutely exquisite. Her anal sphincter muscle was clutching the nerve bud on the under-side of his penis, setting him on fire. He pushed forward against her magnificent ass and watched his pale shaft gradually disappear through the straining ring of her tail muscle and up into her bowels. Her entire body went rigid as he powered his monster phallus up into her rectum. She froze as she took his cock into her guts. She was tight, incredibly tight. The skin of his phallus was pushed backwards, wrinkled by the friction of her tight opening before it squirmed in and caught up with the head that was tugging it along. He felt the come gathering in his guts as he penetrated her. He rammed every inch of his prick into her backside.
His hips jammed up against her cushiony ass and he stopped. “How much?” Mary Kay grunted. “All of it,” Harry answered. “Every fucking inch of it.” “Feels like I got a pole up my butt,” Mary Kay moaned. “God, is that fantastic. Could you play with my twat?”
Harry reached around her and dug his fingers into her pussy. It was flowing as copiously as it had when he had been eating her out. He squirmed two fingers into her vagina. It was unexpectedly tight. He felt his prick, and understood. The huge bulk of his phallus up her tail was pinching her vagina shut. He wiggled his fingers in her vagina, and the stimulation made his cock drool with excitement.
“Bugger me!” Mary Kay whispered harshly. “Bugger me!” Harry drew his phallus out of her clutching anus and rammed it back in. The greasy, velvety walls of her rectum rubbed his prick, setting his nerves on fire, bringing him close to a searing orgasm. “God, I'm going to come already,” Mary Kay whined. “Oh, Jesus, I'm going to come!” Harry moved in her more quickly, drawing out and slamming back into her bowels with powerful thrusts of his hips. He was getting higher and higher, closer and closer to coming. He felt her vagina convulsing around his fingers and wiggled them in her slippery, tight sheath. He pressed his thumb down on her clitoris, trying to give her as much pleasure as she was giving him. He crammed the full bulk of his phallus into her asshole and began to fountain into her bowels.
His entire body was jerking with the power of his coming. Her rectum clutched his penis hungrily and milked every searing drop of semen he could produce out of him. He held her back against his jetting phallus with the hand in her cunt and poured his thick wads into her. Her head was twisted sideways so he had a profile view of her face. Her mouth was open slightly. He suddenly wished he had another cock to ram into her mouth while he was still pouring come into her tail. Then his orgasm died, and his prick began to shrink. Her rectum clamped against his penis in peristaltic waves and drove him out of her tail. Her anal ring snapped shut behind him, but not before a thin, pearly stream of his come escaped and started downward from her little dimple.
Fumbling blindly behind himself, Harry turned the shower on and quickly adjusted the water to cool. He stood there, letting it wash the sweat from him. The soap and come sluiced off Mary Kay's backside as she rested against the wall. Slowly, she slumped to the floor, then turned and began to wash his soiled prick. After rinsing the soap off it, she leaned forward and sucked the limp tool into her mouth and rolled it along her tongue. He was incapable of coming or even getting an erection. But her act of total submission and the sensuous warm embrace of her mouth mound his organ more than made up for the inability. As the cool spray poured down on them both and he savored the sight and feel of her mouth on his drained tool, he reached down and stroked her streaming wet hair. She left an hour later.
Harry sat on the couch, nude, drinking a beer and watching television. He heard the back door open and close, and resisted the urge to run from the room to hide his nakedness from Jan. “Hi, Daddy,” she called. “Daddy!” Her voice rose to a squeak of surprise.
“I-was hot,” he explained lamely. “I decided what the hell, we're family. Right?” “Uh, yes, Daddy,” Jan agreed, her eyes fastened on her father's penis. It lay limply over his balls. “Where have you been?” he asked. “Out,” she answered vaguely. “Uh, could I have a beer?” Harry thought for moment, decided not to pry, and then nodded. “I guess so. Help yourself.” He considered suggesting she might like to get naked, then discarded the idea. If she wanted to, she would. He felt pleased with himself that he had managed to be as casual as he had. Better not to hurry things, though.
CHAPTER SIX
