Ouch! He Feels So Good! The Complete Collection (Taboo Erotica) (3 page)

“No,
not anything that I can think of.”  Actually, he’d been filling his idle time
checking out more porn sites.  Now he was becoming apprehensive.  “You know
what?  Don’t worry about it.  I’ll just reboot it and refresh the settings. 
That usually works.”

“Yeah,
I’ll try that.  You go eat something.  I’ll take care of it.”  She turned in
the chair so she could see him, bringing her hand up to his shoulder.  “Have
you thought any more about what we talked about yesterday?”

“Yes. 
Yes, I have.  I’ve got to check the paperwork.  Some of these pre-paid tuition
programs have penalties if you withdraw funds you don’t use.  Plus you’re
paying taxes on the amount.  I’ll look into that as soon as I can.”

“So
you would like to keep me a little while longer?” she asked coyly.

He
rubbed her back.  “Of course, I would, sweetie.  You’re my Number One Girl. 
And you always were.”

She
kicked her legs up on the arm of the chair, slid her hands around his neck, and
pulled his face toward hers.  “Oh, Daddy, you’re so good to me.  You’re the
best daddy that ever was,” she cooed in baby talk.  She leaned forward and
kissed his lips.

Her
kiss was so sweet that he allowed it to go on longer than he should.  She broke
off first, but only so that she could plant a series of tiny kisses all over
his face, punctuating her words.  “You’ll see, Daddy (kiss), we’ll be an
awesome team (kiss).  You can teach me lots of things (kiss), about business
(kiss) and the mechanical stuff (kiss) and just about life (kiss).  You’ll see
(kiss).  I want to learn it all.  Will you teach me everything, Daddy?”

 His
cock was threatening to snap in two as it grew under her squirming butt and
soft wet kisses.  He hoped she couldn’t feel it throbbing against her ass.  He
felt lightheaded from her kisses, as if she was sucking the breath from his
lips.  Or maybe he just forgot to breathe.

“I’d
love to, sweetie.  That’s what daddies are for, right?”

“That’s
right!” she said giving him one more pop on the lips and swinging upright.  Her
feet got tangled in the chair wheels while getting up and she fell back,
putting her hand right on his crotch.  He grabbed her forearm, but she’d
already balanced herself on his hard cock.  Oh, Christ, not again.  Busted!

Yesterday,
when she’d found her hand on his hard-on, she drew her hand back immediately.
Now, her hand held him and her fingers squeezed him lightly, as if curious
about its size and firmness.  She looked into his eyes as she squeezed.  “We
need to do something about this, Daddy.”  She smiled, adding, “It’s very
unprofessional.”  She leaned in for another quick kiss, simultaneously giving
his dick one last squeeze.  She stood and made room for him to leave. 
“Alright, you get out of here.  I’ll take care of everything.”

A
bookshelf blocked his exit from the other side of the desk, so he slowly rose
to squeeze past his daughter.  She smiled as he stood, slightly bent, trying to
conceal the object of his discomfort.  Cameron tried not to smile as she
glanced out of the corner of her eye.

“Yeah,
we need to do something about you, Daddy.”  His boner brushed against her
stomach, and she grinned.  “Try not to scare that customer away,” she said,
unable to resist, and burst out laughing.  “Then again, maybe it’ll help sign
her up!”  The back of her father’s neck was bright red as he limped from the
office, like some mad scientist’s hunchback assistant. 

A
call came in from one of the pool techs and Cameron waved goodbye to her dad as
the tech made small talk.  When she was done, she checked the browsing
history.  Her eyes opened wide.  Page after page of porn sites were listed from
today’s history.  He probably downloaded some virus from one of these, she
thought.  Oh, well, the damage is already done.  Might as well have a look at
how Daddy spent his morning while the anti-virus program is running.

The
site showed a petite, young woman, blond, with a ponytail sucking off two guys
at once.  Fascinated, Cameron adjusted the monitor and kicked her feet up on
the desk.  The speakers were turned off, but she didn’t want to hear the moans
and groans anyway.  The blond sat on a couch holding both cocks in her hands,
alternating the sucking between them.  The men were only shown from the waist
down.  Drool dribbled down her jaw, as the unseen costars’ hands squeezed her
tits.  She was curious whether they would DP her, so she clicked farther into
the video.  Yup, double penetration.  Good call.  I wonder how that feels. 
Sometimes Tara plays with my butt.  She says it drives her crazy looking at it,
but I never let her stick anything in it.  Well, except for her tongue
sometimes, when I’m super clean, like after a swim.  I wonder if Daddy likes to
have his ass licked.  I couldn’t lick a hairy ass, but I’ll bet Daddy’s is baby
smooth!

Having
seen enough, she checked the history for other sites he’d visited.  That’s when
she realized that most of them had titles like, Incest Is Best, Diddling His
Daughter, and Stepdaughter Seduction.  Oh, Daddy, you dirty, dirty man.  The
next video showed a middle-aged guy, not bad looking, scolding his cheerleader
daughter/stepdaughter as she rolled her eyes and chewed her gum like a horse. 
That led to a spanking and lots of ass fondling.  Oh, I’d let Daddy spank me. 
A gentle spanking, though.  She looked away, imagining what it would be like,
and her hand slipped between her legs.

What
if I came home late one night, and Daddy was waiting up for me angry?  I look
all slutty, my blouse is hanging out and my stockings are all messed up. 
‘Where have you been?’ he asks, and ‘What have you been doing all night?’  And
I say, ‘Fucking, Daddy, that’s what I’ve been doing!  I sucked off two guys at
the convenience store, and another guy fucked me in the parking lot.  And then
one guy after another saw what was going on, and they lined up to fuck me, and
some guys couldn’t wait and stuck their cocks through the window and jerked off
on me!’  ‘You little whore,’ he says, and pulls me over his knee, pulls up my skirt
and slaps my ass over and over!

No,
that’s not me.  Maybe a bad report card.  Yeah, and he’s sitting at the kitchen
table and I’m standing next to him in a real short, schoolgirl skirt and
blouse.  ‘I’m going to have to spank you for this, he says, and I lean over the
table in front of him, pull my panties down and they fall to my ankles.  And
then he….

She
looked back at the screen.  The cheerleader was sitting on the man’s cock,
bouncing up and down, her tits flopping wildly.  Oh, my god, he’s fucking her
ass!   That grossed her out, and she closed the tab.  There’s definitely a
theme here.  Younger girls, older men, and lots of ass sex.  Is Daddy into anal
sex?  Was Mom into it?  Nah, I can’t see that.  That’s probably why he likes to
watch the videos.

She
was still rubbing her crotch through the shorts, and needed to get some
relief.  She forwarded the phone and went to her room.  She pulled down her
shorts and panties, and pulled the T-shirt off.  God, I’m horny!  She was
tempted to get out her vibrator, but decided to just rub one out with her
hand.  She knelt at the window and rested her breasts on the sill, feeling a
warm breeze waft over them.  Her nipples were stiffening from the sensation. 
Her hand rubbed over her pussy lips.

Her
window looked over the pool.  The water shimmered in the sunlight, lulling her
into a reverie.  She recalled waking up many times at night to the sounds of
splashing water and laughter.  She went to the window and saw her mom and dad
swimming and playing in the water.  She wanted to run down and join them, but
it was after her bedtime and she was supposed to be asleep.  But she’d rest her
head on the windowsill and watch them for hours.  Sometimes they were drinking
and she thought at the time that being an adult must be the greatest thing in
the world.  And sometimes they turn out all the lights around the deck, but she
could still see them, and they would kiss and hug each other for a long time. 
She remembered that sometimes they’d remove their swimsuits.  Mom had large,
full breasts and she saw him kissing them, both in the pool and lying on the
deck.  That was the first time she saw her father’s cock and she saw how her
mother would kiss it and put it in her mouth.  And then Mom would climb on top
of Dad and move up and down on him.  Sometimes they did it in the water with
Mom laying half in and half out of the water while Daddy stood behind her or
between her legs, kissing her.

Cameron’s
fingers thrust in and out of her pussy.  She was able to squeeze three fingers
in comfortably while her other hand rubbed her clit.  She closed her eyes,
watching Mommy and Daddy fuck, hearing the wet, slapping sounds as they moved. 
Cameron lifted her left hand to her mouth and moistened her middle finger with
her saliva.  Her other hand remained deep in her cunt.  She reached back and
placed the wet finger against her anus and was able to enter with her
fingertip.  She moved it in circles, trying to relax, even as her pussy
clenched around her hand.  Her finger popped in past the sphincter, and she
tried synchronizing the rhythm of both hands, trying to capture a glimpse of
what a double penetration might feel.  It was a weird feeling, not particularly
pleasurable, but it added a sense of pleasure to her masturbation that made it
more intense.  She rocked on her heels, faster and faster.  She saw herself and
Daddy in the pool, her arms braced on the deck while he fucked her hard from
behind.  Her legs were interlocked around his back, pushing him in.  He was
fucking her pussy.  He was fucking her ass.  She pushed back at him and the
water churned around them, waves of water washing over her back.  Her head
swept from side to side and then pulled back, staring up into the night sky. 
She looked up at her bedroom window overlooking the pool and saw herself as a
young girl looking down.

She
started coming.  She continued finger-fucking both of her holes as the orgasm
washed over like waves.  When it ebbed, she collapsed on the floor, rolling
onto her side.  She could have fallen asleep like that, and she wanted to very
badly, but she had to get back to the office.  Hopefully, Daddy hadn’t tried
calling.  She crawled into the bathroom to wash up and wait for his return.

The End of Part (#2)

Ouch! He Feels So Good (#3)

Cameron
arrived at Tara’s house at 7:30.  Tara had just finished showering and was
rummaging through her closet for something to wear.  Cameron wore tight jeans
and a knit pullover blouse.  The dark brown color contrasted nicely with her
long, golden hair.  Tara immediately noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra
under the blouse.

“You
little tramp,” she teased.  “Let me see if I can find something slutty in
here.”  She settled on a red pullover similar to Cameron’s, but added a black
vest and black jeans to the mix.  They talked and listened to some music, not
in any hurry to get to the party.  Cameron was excited about the evening ahead,
but it had nothing to do with the party.

There
was a knock at the door at 8:15.  “Are you girls about ready to go?”

“Five
minutes, Dad,” Tara replied.  Her father was happy to drive the girls to the
graduation party.  He was a friend of the host’s father and trusted him to make
sure the party didn’t get out-of-hand.

“This
is going to be so lame,” Cameron predicted.

“Yeah,
we never hung around with most of the people that will be there, but what the
hell?  It’s free beer and an opportunity to launch The Plan.  You excited?”

“I
am!  Let’s go!”

The
party was actually more fun than they had anticipated.  They had plenty of time
to circulate among the crowd of teenagers in the backyard, hanging out with one
clique before moving on to another.  They laughed a lot, gossiping and mocking
teachers, and recalling events from the past four years.  Eventually, the two
of them stood together, apart from the rest of the party.  It was good to see
everyone having fun, but they knew that they didn’t care if they ever saw most
of them again.

“Is
that still your first beer?” Tara asked, pointing at the Styrofoam cup in
Cameron’s hand.

“Yeah,
it’s nasty.  Might as well be drinking piss.”

“Alright,”
Tara said, looking at her watch.  “It’s 10:30 and Phase One of The Plan is
complete.  We’ve hung out with everyone and had some fun.  Time to execute
Phase Two.  C’mon.”

They
walked to the keg.  A bunch of the jocks were hanging around it, laughing
loudly.  When the girls approached, they smiled and helped fill the girl’s
cups, and attempted to make small talk with them.  The girls slugged down the
beer and held the cups out for a refill.  They boys gladly obliged.  They
chugged these too, while the boys observed them in silence.  They held out
their cups again, thanked them for their help and tried stifling their laughter
as they walked away.

Tara
finally burst out laughing.  “Did you see their faces?  You could almost hear
the little wheels turning behind their eyes.  ‘Yeah, girls have some more
beer!’  I don’t think there’s enough beer in that keg to make me drunk enough
to fuck any of them!”

“They
were trying so hard to be helpful!” Cameron laughed.  “’So what are your plans,
Cameron?’  They barely looked at me the last four years and now they want to
know all about my future?  Give me a break.’

“This
beer does taste like piss.  Should give us a buzz, though.  How long before you
call your dad?”

“I’m
thinking right about now, actually,” Cameron said, checking the time on her
cell phone.  “Even though it’s the weekend, he still goes to bed about now.” 
She speed-dialed his number.  “Hello, Daddy?  I hate to be a pain, but I think
I might have drunk too much at the party.  Some boys offered to give me a ride,
but Tara didn’t think it was a good idea.”  Tara doubled over with laughter and
held her hand over her mouth.  “Tara?  Oh, her brother is picking her up
later.  I know, what a bitch.”  Tara gave Cameron a playful shove.  “Sure, I
can give you directions.”

After
giving him directions, she thought of something else.  “Oh, and please don’t
come in one of the pool trucks, Daddy.  Okay, I’ll be waiting in front for
you.  ‘Bye.”

After
she hung up, the girls laughed together.  “What’s wrong with your dad’s pool
service truck?  It could be worse.  At least it isn’t something like Tiny’s
Diaper Service!”

“Or
Roy’s Roto-Rooter!”  The girls couldn’t stop laughing.  Cameron realized that
the beer was starting to hit her.  “Should I go get one more?”

“No! 
You want to be tipsy, but not out of control.  That is, if you want Phase Three
to be successful.”

“And
what is Phase Three again?” Cameron asked.

“Phase
Three is where you jump your daddy’s bones and live happily ever after!”

“Oh,
yeah,” Cameron said, and then took a gulp of her drink.  “He should be here in
about ten minutes.  I don’t want to be standing around with a beer in my
hand.”  She took another gulp   “This is actually starting to taste better.”

“I’ll
bet it’s closer to five minutes, after you threw in that bit about the boys
giving you a ride.  He probably ran out of the house in his underwear when he
heard that!”

“You’re
right.  Bottoms up!”  Cameron tipped her cup and swallowed the rest.

“Bottoms
up,” Tara toasted, raising her cup.  Finished, they tossed their cups behind
them on the lawn.  “I’ll wait with you till he comes.”

“Are
you okay with staying here?” Cameron asked.  She felt a little guilty about
abandoning her friend.

“Yeah,
it’s cool.  Maybe I’ll get fucked up and tell some of those bitches what I
really think of them.  Or maybe those jocks will start looking better later. 
What do you think:  Should I take one for the team?”

“Well,
tell me all about it if you do.”

“And
you do likewise, missy.”  She gave Cameron a quick kiss.  “Here he comes.”

The
sedan pulled up in front of them and Chris came around to open the passenger
door.  Cameron lurched unsteadily and threw her arms around him.

“Thanks
for coming, Daddy.”  He held her for a moment, then opened the door and helped
her into the seat, strapping the seat belt across her.

“How
about you, Tara?  Would you like a ride, too?”

Tara
bit her lip to keep from making an inappropriate comment.  “I sure would Mr.
Kennedy, but I’ve got to wait for my jerk-off brother to get off work.  Good
thing you came when you did.  Cameron was starting to strip off her clothes in
front of everybody!”

Cameron’s
mouth fell open.  “I did not, Daddy.  Tara’s so full of shit!”

Chris’s
eyes narrowed as he realized Tara was putting him on.  “Well, if things change
and you need a lift, you call me, okay?”

Tara
nodded.  “You’re a good egg, Mr. Kennedy.  Keep an eye on Cameron.  She puked
in the bushes once.  Probably gonna be sick all night.”

“Jesus,
how much did you guys have to drink?” he asked.  “Are you going to be alright?”

“Oh,
sure.  In fact, I’m going back for more.  You two have a good night!”  She
waved and walked back to the party.

Chris
started the car.  “Your friend Tara sure is a wild one.  You okay, honey?”

Cameron
leaned toward her dad as far as she could in the seatbelt.  Her hand lay on her
father’s thigh and she looked up into his eyes.  “I’m better now that you’re
here, Daddy.”

“Good. 
Let’s get you home and into bed.”  He patted her hand and it slid farther up
his thigh, instantly triggering a throbbing in his groin. He released her hand
to start the car and then shifted into gear.  When he held her hand again, he
moved hers slightly down toward his knee.

“Yes,
Daddy,” she purred, closing her eyes.  “Take me home to bed.”

When
they pulled up to the house, he put his arm around her waist to help steady
her.  She stumbled along and when they got inside, he said, “Maybe I should
carry you up to your room.”  He picked her up in his arms and she slid hers
around his neck.  He gently set her down on the edge of the bed.  The moonlight
fell across her body.  Lying on her back, she tried tugging up on the pullover
blouse, but had trouble coordinating its removal.  “Can you help me, Daddy?  My
tits are getting in the way.”  She giggled

“Sure,
honey.  Come on, sit up.”  He pulled her upright and grasped the bottom of the
blouse.  She smiled up at him as he slowly worked the tight blouse up her tummy
and around her breasts.  Her bare breasts bounced loose from the material as he
held the blouse over her face.  He paused, staring admiringly at their
fullness.

“Daddy,
it’s dark in here,” she said, laughing.  Recovering, he pulled it upward and
she lifted her arms to accommodate him.  When it came off, she flopped back
onto the bed, smiling, bringing her hands to the side of her breasts, pushing
them together.

“Wow,”
he said softly.  “I’ve sure been seeing a lot of these puppies lately.”

“Why
do you call my tits puppies, Daddy?”

“Umm,
I don’t know.  It’s just a guy thing, I guess.”

“I
like it,” she said.  “Puppies are warm and soft and so are these.  Do you want
to see for yourself?”

“Uh,
that’s okay, Cammy.  I think you’re a little tipsy.”

“Come
on, Daddy, I want you to feel them.”  She pulled his hands to her breasts
before he could stop her.  There he was, looking down at his half-naked
daughter, his hands on her tits.  It was like his fantasy had become real.  He
didn’t move.  Part of him wanted to stay just like this, capturing the moment
with his eyes.  “Squeeze them, Daddy.  See how nice they feel?”  His fingers
pressed into the soft flesh.  They were so firm, so warm.  Cameron moaned,
bringing him back to earth.  He released them, trying to conceal the lust that
was building up in him.

“They’re
very nice, Cammy,” he said, his tone flat, like someone had shown him a family
snapshot.  “Let me help you with your shoes.”  He knelt between her legs,
lifted her leg and unsnapped the buckle and did the same with the other leg. 
“Can you get your jeans off?” he asked

“I
don’t think so, Daddy.  Can you get me off?”  She laughed out loud, rubbing her
feet on his shoulders.  “I mean, can you help me get off?”  She laughed again. 
Her feet moved down to his upper arms, pulling him toward her.  “I guess I am
tipsy.  Just help me, Daddy.”

He
leaned forward and she spread her legs father to accommodate him.  He put his
forearms on her thighs and his hands pinched the waist button.  The jeans were
skin tight and her soft belly pressed against it.  As he fumbled with it, his
fingers rubbing into her flesh, she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him
in farther.

“Come
on, Cammy.  Try to help a little.  Breathe in a little bit please.”  She
inhaled and held her breath and he unsnapped the jeans.  He felt for the
zipper.  Cammy exhaled, pressing out on her belly to make the zipper stick
more.  She knew she was being naughty, but this was so delicious!  Every touch
of his hand sent tingles rushing through her pussy.  He slowly worked the
zipper down then slid his thumbs under the waist of the jeans.  Still kneeling,
he pulled at the jeans but they didn’t slide down easily.  “Lift up, Cammy.”

“Yes,
Daddy,” she replied, dreamily.  She was so excited, yet had to remain passive. 
She put a finger between her teeth, biting down on it to keep from moaning with
pleasure.  She arched her back, angling her pelvis toward him.  He was
momentarily mesmerized by the sight of his daughter’s crotch mere inches from
his face.  He tugged and worked the waistband side to side.  With one firm
pull, he yanked them down to her knees, taking her panties with them.  There,
spread before him, was his daughter’s smooth, hairless pussy.  He froze,
staring.   Oh, my god, look at it!  It’s beautiful.  It’s Cammy’s pussy and
it’s the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen.  Look at the lips, the pale color
and the smallness of it.  I’m close enough to touch it, to kiss it.  I could
reach out with my finger and feel the softness.  I can smell its warmth and
dampness!  Lord, if I were ever to be struck blind, do it now.  If this were
the last thing I ever saw with these eyes, I’d be a happy man!