The Shower

I was in a fog. Greyish blue smoke clouded the edges of my vision. I was reclining on my couch, that much was clear. By why were my pants undone? I could make out a vaguely human shape, sitting, or kneeling, a few feet in front of me.

The haze began to shimmer and then to fade away. The human shaped figure took on the form of a little girl. My little girl, Amanda. She was naked, except for a pair of white sneakers and a princess tiara. She had something on her face and chest.

Then it came flooding back to me. I'd just gotten a blowjob - the best blowjob ever in my life, in fact - from my eleven year old daughter, and I'd covered her in my come.

She was cupping a rivulet of it that was running down her chest. Such a beautiful, flat chest, I thought to myself. Then it fully hit me. That what I had just done was wrong. Extremely wrong.

"Hehe, daddy, it's warm!" Amanda said. She was dipping her fingers into the pool that had formed in her other hand. She gathered a bit on her finger, and gingerly put it in her mouth. Her face pursed. "It tastes funny," she said.

I hopped up, startling her. I remembered Amanda's seeming in depth knowledge of sex, and sexual terms, but first I needed to get her cleaned up. Even though there really wasn't a reason to think that anyone would be showing up at my door right then, I still wanted to get her out of the living room, away from where someone might see her. There's really no explaining your way out of a come covered eleven year old girl.

"What's wrong daddy?" she asked. She looked up at me, her eyebrows up in surprise.

"Nothing, nothing sweetie, we just, we need to get you, let's get you cleaned up." I spoke quickly, but I reminded myself that she probably didn't feel the same sense of urgency as I did. She, after all, didn't think that we had done anything wrong. I took her by the wrist and she stood. The spit and come that had pooled at the bend in her hips was released and ran down the front of her legs. I noticed the front of her smooth pussy was glistening. My cock twitched at the thought that some of my come had gotten there as well.

I pushed the thought away. I only had a few minutes, ten tops, where I would be thinking clearly enough to get her to the shower. After that, there was no way I would be able to stop myself from...doing something else.

I led her down the hallway and scuttled her into the bathroom. I told her to get into the shower and get cleaned up, and tried to close the door, but she stopped me.

"Don't you want to help me, daddy?" she asked.

My cock was growing, albeit slowly. Of course I would like to help her, I thought, but I knew that I shouldn't. Her body looked so incredible though. Her flat chest and stomach, her long, thin legs, her cute little ass.

"Okay, okay," I said, entering the bathroom. I closed the door behind me, for good measure.

Amanda turned away from me and bent down to untie her shoes. She did so without bending her knees. She was teasing me again. And, my God, did it work. For the first time, I could clearly see the lips of her pussy, peeking out from between her legs, and above that, her tiny, puckered asshole. She took her sweet time undoing her shoes, but I certainly didn't mind the view.

She straightened and turned to face me. The come covering her chest stomach had smeared against her legs when she'd bent over. She looked down at herself.

"Daddy," she said, in a faux scolding tone. "You made a huge mess on me!"

"Then let's get you clean, sweetie," I said. I thought, I'll make more of a mess on you later. That was it; I was no longer in control. I was going to come on her again, at least. I'd probably end up fucking her, I reasoned, since neither of us were going anywhere for the rest of the night. And even then, we'd have plenty of time to spend together, alone. It was inevitable that I'd fuck my little girl.

What was I saying? Fuck my precious Amanda? She was only eleven! I needed to focus on the here and now, and get her clean. Then I needed to have a very serious conversation with her about what had happened. And find out how she knew as much as she did about sex.

I resolved to put the toilet lid down, sit, and just watch her clean herself. I wasn't going to get in the shower with her. That would mean I'd have to get naked, which would lead to... Ah fuck it, I thought, and began taking off my clothes.

Amanda was fiddling with the hot/cold control and the water was gushing into the tub from the spigot. Whether or not she meant to tease me this time was unclear. What was clear was the view I had of her pussy and ass again. I stood, took my clothes off. Now we were both naked.

She got the water to the temperature she wanted, and engaged the shower switch. She took the tiara off of her head, and stepped into the tub. The water ran down her body, washing my come with it. Something about that was psychologically relieving to me, as if it had washed away what I had done to her. But it didn't really matter at that point; I fully intended on doing it again.

I stepped in behind her, my semi-erect cock gently brushing her ass cheeks. She giggled and reached behind herself to grab it. She gave it a playful squeeze.

"Hehe, daddy, you're getting hard again!"

"Turn around sweetie, let me wash you." I had taken the loofa down from its hook and squeezed out a dollop of body wash onto it. I reached around her and put the loofa into the stream of water, my arms making an exaggerated hug around my naked daughter. She inched closer to me and hugged me tightly. Feeling her body pressed against mine made my cock become fully erect. It was positioned between her legs and I could feel it pressing against her pussy.

"Daddy!" she said, jumping a little. "I can feel your cock touching me." I brought the loofa to back from behind her and began soaping her flat chest. She in turn leaned back to wet her hair, stretching out her already skinny body. Her ribs were clearly visible, as well as her hip bones. I washed lower, down her stomach, and, giving the loofa a squeeze, discharged a layer of suds which ran down to her pussy. I felt it run around the base of my cock, and down my balls.

"Mmm, daddy, your cock feels good there," she said. She finished wetting her hair and straightened up. Putting her arms around my neck, she brought her face closer to mine, and gave me a gentle kiss. Now, I'd kissed my daughter before, obviously, and I had kissed her on the lips, very much the same way she had just done, but this time was different. After sharing what we had just done, and now, both wet and naked, and with my hard cock pressing against her pussy, her kiss was infinitely more powerful. She pulled away, but I put my hand on the back of her neck and pulled her toward me. I kissed her again on the lips, but this time I pressed harder. Just slightly, mind you, but definitely not in a fatherly way. She followed suit and pressed back, but seemed unsure where to go from there. I nudged her along, parting her lips with my tongue. She sucked on it lightly, before reciprocating by putting her tongue into my mouth. It occurred to me then just how inexperienced she really was. She didn't even really know how to kiss properly, and in all probability, this was the first time she'd ever actually kissed someone. I had a blanketing sense of elation thinking of all the things I could teach her, and also that I would be her first in all of them - and, part of me allowed myself to think, maybe her only.

But I was getting way ahead of myself.

Amanda broke our kiss. With her eyes closed, she said, "I love you so much daddy."

"I love you, too, Amanda," I said. She leaned forward and rested her head on my chest.

We stood there, naked, holding each other, for a moment before I started to feel the slight movement of her hips. My cock was sliding, almost imperceptibly, back and forth between her pussy lips. I couldn't tell if it was because of the soap that it was sliding so easily, or if the soap was only helping and it was really that her pussy was wet. Nevermind, I thought, I'd have plenty of time to make her pussy truly wet after we'd gotten out of the shower.

Her hips began bucking more quickly, and she began breathing raggedly. This was obviously turning her on.

"It feels so good, daddy," she breathed, her voice barely audible above the noise of the shower.

"Here, baby," I said, placing my hands on her hips. "Let me make it feel even better." I spun her around so she was facing away from me. I took a moment to stare at her ass, which looked even lovelier than it had before, if that was possible. Maybe it was the water, but most likely it was because she was thrusting her hips backwards, causing her ass to stick out at me. She apparently knew what I planned on doing. I guided my cock back to where it had been before, rubbing against her hairless, eleven year old pussy.

Amanda gasped as my cock thrust forward and grazed her clit.

"Daddy!" she said. "That feels AMAZING! Do it again!"

I complied, pulling my cock back and then pushing it forward again. She began moaning and gyrating her hips to match my motion. Suddenly, she giggled, and again she was a little girl.

"I can see the tip of your cock poking out from between my legs," she said, laughing. "It looks funny." She reached down and grabbed the tip of it.

"That feels good, Amanda, keep your hand right there," I told her. I continued thrusting, now each time the head of my cock entered her fist when I was all the way through her legs.

Amanda, meanwhile, was becoming more and more turned on. My cock was hitting her clit on each stroke, forward and back. Her breathing increased, and she began shuddering. It occurred to me that she was coming, probably for the first time. I kept thrusting, but she put her hand back, on my stomach, indicating for me to stop. I did, with my cock all the way through her legs.

Her body stiffened, and with each escaping breath, a slight little-girl moan came with it. She spasmed, tightening her legs' grip on my hard dick. Finally, after a few moments, her breathing lessened, and her body relaxed. She spun to face me, and I saw that her entire upper body was flushed. She hugged me, tightly, and kissed me. She breathed, "Thank you, daddy," then put her head on my chest once again.

After a few moments, she sighed contentedly, and unexpectedly sank to her knees. The water was angled so that it was now hitting her on top of her head. I reached up and adjusted it to spray lower. Amanda looked up at me with her beautiful blue eyes and smiled. "Go ahead, daddy," she said. "Come on your little girl again."

I didn't need to be told twice. Much like earlier, I stroked my erect cock in front her beautiful eleven year old face, needing barely more than three complete strokes before I erupted all over it. She kneeled, not flinching nor blinking, and accepted my come. She even managed a wry smile as she saw how much of an effect she had on me.

When I finished, she leaned forward and gently kissed my wilting cock. I leaned against tiled wall, spent, as Amanda stood and washed herself off. She adjusted the shower head so the water hit me, and rinsed what remained of the soap from me body, then shut it off.

"Come on, daddy," she said, stepping out of the tub. "Let's go watch TV."