Ouch! He Feels So Good! The Complete Collection (Taboo Erotica) (4 page)

Cameron
was lying back and couldn’t see, but knew what had happened.  She felt the cool
air between her legs, felt Daddy’s warm breath.  This was it.  She waited, not
daring to breathe.

Reluctantly,
he pulled the panties up over her thighs and slid them under her butt and over
her crotch.  He leaned down and kissed each thigh and then each knee.  He
pulled the pants off the rest of the way.

“Let’s
get you a top,” he said, rising.  Cameron lay there, wondering if she should
feel rejected.  It seemed as if they were at a moment of truth, but the moment
had passed.  She didn’t feel bad, though.  The tender kisses he placed on her
legs seemed like a way of reassuring her, she felt.  Well done, Daddy.

He
found a tiny half-T-shirt and helped her pull it over her.  It covered her
breasts, but just barely.  “Can you help me to the bathroom, Daddy?”

“Do
you feel sick?” he asked.  He put her arm around his neck and an arm around her
waist and bent low, moving her toward the toilet.

“No,
I just have to pee.”  He placed her on the toilet seat and started to leave. 
“No, don’t go,” she pleaded, holding onto his hand.  “I feel dizzy.”  He held
her hand, listening to the tinkling of the water.  He’d never done that with a
woman before; it felt strange.  She pulled at the toilet paper roll and rubbed
between her legs with a piece.  “Can you wet a wash cloth, please?”  He grabbed
a cloth from the towel rack, doused it with water and handed it to her.  “Uh,
warm water, please?”  He turned on the tap, wrung it and gave it to her.  She
ran the wash cloth between her legs and then reached behind her, making a quick
run along her backside.  She pulled her panties up and held out her arms to
him, like a child wanting to be carried

He
lifted her in his arms and walked back to her bed.  “Daddy,” she whispered into
his ear, “I want to sleep in your bed.”

He
stopped.  “What’s wrong with your bed?”

“What
if I get sick in the middle of the night?  What if I choked on vomit and died?”

“Cameron!”
he scolded.

“It
could happen Daddy and then you’ll wish you’d have let me.  Please, Daddy? 
Everyone will laugh at me if they hear that I died like that!”

He
hated to admit it, but she had a point.  “Okay,” he conceded and walked down
the hall to his room.  He laid her down on the bed.  “The bathroom’s right
there if you need to throw up.  Just tell me if you need help.”  He bent to
kiss her forehead.  “I’ll be in later.”

She
wrapped her arms around his neck.  “No, Daddy, I need you to be with me!  I
need you to be here in case something happens!”

“Okay,”
he sighed.  He brushed his teeth, hoping that she’d be out by the time he
finished.  But she was lying on her side looking at him when he came out.  She
was on top of the spread, and he could see her curvy, womanly form in the dim
light.  He turned away from her, undid his pants and sat on the bed as he took
them off.  He left his T-shirt and underwear on and slid under the covers.

Cameron
joined him under the covers, giggling and snuggled up beside him, her head on
his chest and her arm across his stomach.  “Daddy, take off your T-shirt.  You
never sleep with a T-shirt on.”

“I
just thought it might be a good idea,” he said.

She
sat up and started pulling the shirt up.  “Daddy, remember that I told you I
wanted you to be comfortable in your own house.  That includes your bedroom.” 
She pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor, then resumed her
snuggling position.  That’s better, she thought.  Her hand ran over his firm,
warm stomach.  She bent down and kissed his belly, then nestled her head on his
chest.

That
quick, simple kiss and the feel of her warm body next to his was all it took
for Chris’ dick to start sliding upward in his boxers.  This is going to be a
long night.  I hope I can slip away later and beat off.  I have a feeling that
it’s going to be really necessary!  He tried concentrating on work-related
matters:  schedules, routes, timecards, anything that would divert his
attention.

She
leaned over onto him, her warm, smooth stomach pressing on his.  “In fact, if
you want to sleep in the nude, that’s okay with me, Daddy.”  He felt her
breasts on his mid-section, the cut-off covering them but allowing them to hang
freely beneath it.  “Really, Daddy, I wouldn’t mind.”  As she looked into his
face, her fingernails moved slowly down his chest, down his belly and scratched
lightly at the elastic waistband of the boxers.

“I
don’t think that would be a good idea, Cammy,” he replied, through clenched
teeth.  “Now settle down and go to sleep.”

She
giggled and wriggled up onto his body, her tits mashing into his chest. 
“Daddy, don’t be so shy.  You act like you’re in pain.  You’re not in pain, are
you?  I think this feels so good, being with you.  It’s the best thing in the
world, even.  Don’t you like it, too?”

Her
words were uncomfortably true.  He nodded his head.  She started to slip off
him and he instinctively reached to steady her, holding her by the hips.  Big
mistake:  the more contact he had with her body, the bigger the reaction from
his cock.  He felt it lengthening, moving upright onto his belly, heading
toward his daughter’s crotch.

“Can
I ask you a question, Daddy?  About what happened earlier today in the office? 
When you get…you know, a boner…does that mean that you’re hot for the person
you’re with right then, which would have been me, or does it mean that you
haven’t had sex for so long that you can’t control when it happens or with
whom?”

Either
of the options she provided led to an uncomfortable admission.  All he could
say was, “I’m not sure, sweetie.”

“Well,
either way, if you need help taking care of that problem….”

“Cameron,
please settle down and go to sleep.”  His voice sounded weary, but it wasn’t
because of fatigue; his resistance was quickly wearing down.

“Daddy,”
she whispered, scrunching up closer to his face.  His hands moved with her as
she was now nearly sitting up on his stomach.  “Do you have a boner right
now?”  Her eyebrows raised and she smiled.

“Of
course not,” he said.

“Daddy,”
she chided.  “I’m guessing that you do.  What will you give me if I guess
right?”   Her hand touched his thigh and started to creep toward his cock.

“All
right, I lied,” he said resignedly.  “I’m sorry, Cammy, but you’re having a
definite effect on me and I guess I’m way overdue for some relief.”

“I
understand, Daddy,” she said.  “Sometimes I get pretty horny, too.  Why don’t
you do what I do and just play with yourself?”  Her fingernails grazed the edge
of his cock, tracing upward along the length through his boxers.

“I…I
never thought of that,” he lied.  “I’ll have to try that.”

“Why
don’t you try it now, Daddy?  I would really like to see that.  Please, Daddy,
I don’t want you to be all frustrated.  Come on, show me what you do.”

She
rolled off him and pulled back the sheets, moving down on the mattress so she
had a good view.  “Come on, Dad.  Take it out.  Or do you want me to?”

As
reluctant as he was about “performing” for an audience, especially an audience
consisting of his eighteen-year-old daughter, everything she said made sense. 
He was hard, he did need relief and she was driving him crazy with lust.  Maybe
if he did this, it would relieve the tension that was growing between them, as
well.  And a part of him had to admit that the thought of his daughter wanting
to see him stroke his cock while she lay next to him was very, very hot.

To
hell with it!  He pulled his boxers down and his cock flopped out on his
stomach.  He kicked the boxers off and put his hand around it, holding it
straight up.  Cameron’s eyes widened and her mouth hung open in awe.

“Oh,
my gosh, Daddy!  You’ve got a really big cock!  I mean, it looks really big,”
she clarified, not wanting to sound like she was an expert.  She curled up
under his arm, and put her hand on his chest.  His free arm wrapped around her,
his hand cradling her panty-clad butt.  He looked up and saw her beautiful
young breasts beneath the cut-off, dangling like ripe fruit within his reach. 
He could lean forward and kiss them, if he’d dared.

Slowly,
his fist rose upward along the shaft, stopping below the head.  Then down to
his scrotum.  Cameron watched raptly as he repeated this motion again and
again.  This was so cool!  And so hot!  This was way better than a video and
also much better than the few boys she’d watched whacking in rec rooms and
cars.  Daddy’s cock was so much bigger and thicker.  He had a porn star cock! 
She reached up to her breast and started fondling it, slowly, like Daddy’s slow
movement with his cock.

Chris
saw her rubbing her breast and leaned up to plant a kiss on it.  The flesh was
so smooth and cool.  It was the softest thing he’d ever felt.  Cameron leaned
down and offered the nipple to his lips.  Like a man dying of thirst, his lips
circled the nipple, gently sucking and savoring the soft bud.  His tongue
rolled over it and she moaned.  She sat up, pulled the shirt over her head and
lay back in his arm, her breast against the side of his face.  She smelled so
tasty!

His
cock was seeping a trickle of fluid from the tip.  Cameron slid down a little,
her hair gently sweeping along his face and chest.  She wanted to get a better
look.  She put her head on his stomach, facing his cock.  Her hand touched his
thigh, caressing it with the same sensual rhythm that he was using.  She sat up
and pulled at the waistband of her panties, looking into her father’s eyes as
she pulled them down over her legs.  She laid down with her head next to his
cock, her feet at his shoulders.  She parted her legs and brought her hand down
along her moist, shaved pussy.  Her fingers stroked the length of her wet slit
in counterpoint to her father’s stroking.  She kissed at his thigh.

Chris
watched her fingers rubbing and dipping into her pussy, and leaned toward her
feet, kissing and sucking and licking them.  Cameron moaned again, and rolled
onto her back.  She draped a leg over his stomach, spreading herself before
him.  Her thighs were open and inviting.  Her middle finger rubbed up and down
along her slit, lingering at her clit and making a light, fluttering motion
there.  Her leg raised and she slid her foot along his stomach and chest as she
slowly frigged herself

Cameron
wished that this moment could go on forever, but as good as it felt, watching
Daddy’s swollen cock made her long for something more.  She sat up and moved
over the cock.  She looked up at her father.

“Can
I try it now, Daddy?”

End of Part (#3)

Ouch! He Feels So Good (#4)

Her
father stopped stroking his cock, unable to bring himself to say, “Yes, Cammy,
you can hold my cock,” but wanting desperately for her to do so.  Cameron was
adopted by her mom and dad at age two, so that fact alone made this moment with
her dad a lot easier to go through with.  She understood by his silence that he
was agreeable to her suggestion. Cameron shifted her position so that her feet
were again at the head of the bed.  Her arm propped her up alongside Daddy’s
thigh with her head just below his groin.  She reached out toward his cock and
wrapped her hand around the portion that extended beyond his fist.  Half of the
head peeped out above their combined grip.  She squeezed the upper part of his
penis and clear liquid dribbled from the end.

Her
hand lightly pushed against his, and he unclenched his grip, allowing her hand
to take over.  She watched it closely as she loosened her grasp and it fell
onto his stomach.  The droplet of pre-cum tricked onto his belly.  Her finger
touched the end and traced the fluid to where it pooled on his belly, marveling
at the creamy, slippery texture.  She dabbed it on her finger and brought it to
her lips, smearing it on them to better gauge the viscosity of the substance. 
It didn’t run down like water; it adhered.  She rubbed her lips together, as
she would to smooth lipstick and felt how slick they had become.  Her tongue
licked over her lips, finding it nearly without taste.

Is
that what come tastes like?  If it is, then what’s the big deal about
swallowing that girls always talk about?

She
lifted the penis in her hand and leaned in to lick at the droplet on his
stomach.  Her tongue lapped at the spot while her hand slowly stroked up and
down.  Her father, watching her lap like a kitten while gently jacking his
cock, almost came like a geyser, but his sheer will to prolong this moment
triumphed over this visual stimulation.

After
lapping up the remnants of seepage, she returned to focus on his cock.  She
mimicked the slow, tantalizing motion that he had used, not holding it too
tightly.  Her hand glided up and down, just grazing the flesh.  This was sweet
torture for her father, who enjoyed looking at her tiny hand stroking him
nearly as much as the sensation itself.  One of her breasts was lying on his
hip; the other was pressed against it.  They were out of his reach, so he
touched her thigh, running his fingers and palm along the soft underside. 
Stretching his arm, he was able to touch her buttocks as well.  That sweet,
round butt that he’d admired in shorts and panties for so long was now within
his grasp.  He squeezed gently on it, thinking himself to be at that moment the
most fortunate man in the world.

Cameron
instinctively undulated her hips, allowing him to reach more of the surface of
her cheek.  She grasped the cock tighter, pulling its skin tight on the
upstroke and causing it to bunch up and crease with the downward motion.  He
groaned, so she maintained that grip as she continued, increasing her pace
slightly.  Her leg moved up to rest on his upper stomach, giving him a clear
view of her vagina.  His hand quickly moved to explore it, his fingers touching
her lips, lightly at first and then adding a little pressure, her lips parting
under his touch.

Cameron
moaned and leaned up more to allow access.  She drew her face closer to his
cock and kissed the sack of flesh at the root of his cock.  It was soft and
yielding.  Her lips placed soft kisses in different spots.  She knew that this
was a sensitive place for boys, so she was careful to keep the contact very
gentle.  Her technique received approval from her father in the form of a long
moan.  He kissed and licked at the foot near his chest.  His fingers rubbed her
lips more firmly now, finding moistness within.  Still, he stayed on the
surface, distributing the juices around the lips, not wanting to enter her
yet.  Cameron complied, content to move against the fingers without trying to
push them into her.

Cameron
assumed that the visual aspect of her stroking was as important to her daddy as
the actual physical activity.  Choosing to forsake her own pleasure, she moved
away from his hand and slid down between his legs facing him, her breasts
cushioning his scrotum.  At first, he groaned in protest at this change, but
when he looked at his daughter smiling up at him from between his thighs, both
of her hands wrapped around his manhood, he felt less deprived.

“Daddy,
I want you to come for me.  Are you getting close?”

“Very
close,” he said, his voice quivering.

“Would
it help if I do this?” she asked, pressing her breasts around his cock.  She
let go of his cock, capturing it in a circle of flesh formed by her tits.  Her
legs had slipped over the edge of the bed onto the floor, allowing her a better
angle to rub him with her tits without leaning over and obscuring her face. 
She closed her eyes as she bounced on the bed, causing his hips to slide up and
down on her.  Opening her eyes again, she looked at the dark, throbbing cock
poised straight up between her tits, and then directly into his eyes.

“Come
for me, Daddy.  I want you to come on me.  Make it come, Daddy, make it come.” 
She moved faster and faster, the mattress bounced up and down.  He clenched his
legs, feeling the pressure, the need for release.  He humped his groin at her,
fucking his sweet baby’s tits.

“Oh!”
he cried, as the release came, the first spurt flying onto her chest.  She kept
up the rhythm, wanting to coax more from him and it did, another stream
rocketing up and splattering her right cheek.  She flinched slightly, but
maintained the pace and a third round of semen shot up on her chin.  “Oh, my
god!  Oh!  Holy shit!  Fuck!” he sputtered, to accompany the series of
ejaculations.  He continued pumping into her breasts, less intently now, as his
climax leveled out.  Propped up on his elbows, his thrusts matched her tit
massaging, pumping at each other, father thrusting against his daughter’s warm
flesh, daughter milking and coaxing his orgasm, allowing her tits and face to
be used as a landing strip for his sexual fluids.  Finally, he fell onto his
back, exhausted.  Cameron smiled dreamily and leaned into him, smearing the
liquid into her tits as she mopped him up.  The semen tickled her face as it
ran down over her chin onto her breasts.

“I’ll
be right back, Daddy,” she whispered, patting his stomach.  She disappeared
into the bathroom.  Her father stared at the ceiling, the swirls and spots
before his eyes slowed and disappeared as his breathing slowed.  He knew that,
as his lust subsided, a sense of guilt should have rushed in to fill the void,
but he felt no such thing.  The only thought he had, repeating over and over in
his mind, was:  That was the hottest sex I’ve ever had!

Cameron
crawled onto the bed with a washcloth.  Kneeling at her father’s hip, she wiped
the cloth over his penis.  The warm, damp washcloth felt good, as did the soft
squeezing of her hand.  His penis started hardening again in her hand.  Is it
getting hard again?  I thought guys had to wait hours after coming before they
could go again.  Maybe I can help!

She
curled up on his thighs facing him and held the limp organ to her face.  It had
seemed so large earlier that, even though she was tempted to try to bob at it
with her mouth when he was tit fucking her, she wasn’t sure that her mouth was
large enough to accommodate it.  Now it was a more manageable size.  She held
it between her fingers and leaned forward to lick it.

Her
father watched as his daughter ran her tongue along his cock, not overlooking a
single place.  Her beautiful, innocent face had a calm, blissful expression, as
she explored his organ.  They made eye contact as she lightly kissed his cock. 
It was quickly becoming more erect.  Cameron licked the head some more,
recognizing the faint taste of his come and her pussy.  She put her mouth over
the head and circled her tongue around it.  She closed her eyes and gently
suckled at it, while moving her hand over the portion below her lips.  Her
father groaned, but remained motionless, loving the way she sucked him.  She
seemed a bit unsure of what she was doing and that made him feel even more
comfortable, glad that she wasn’t trying to exaggerate her expressions or the
action, like the women in the porn videos.

She
moved up and down the cock with her mouth, trying to take more in with every
descent.  It was becoming thicker as well as longer and she feared that soon
she’d have to be content with a smaller portion.  She closed her eyes and
continued to swallow more and more.  Her throat made little sounds as she
opened wide.  There was a loud popping sound when her suction loosened and as
her saliva coated more of his dick, allowing her to slide easily along it, the
wet sounds of flesh on flesh made her very hot.

“Baby,
let Daddy have some fun, too.  Come here.”  He was enjoying Cameron’s blowjob
and he couldn’t think of anything hotter, in fact, but he wanted to explore her
as much as she did him.  “Take off your panties,” he whispered.  She pulled her
legs up and pulled the panties from under her butt and slid them down her legs,
giving Chris a perfect shot of her ass and pussy.  She dropped the panties and
crawled toward him.

He
held out his hands and guided her onto his chest, straddling him. He slid down
in the bed until his chin was nudging her pussy lips.  He looked up at it, so
close he could smell her fragrance.  He looked up at her breasts and at her
face looking down at him, her nostrils flaring.  He let go of her hands and put
his on her ass cheeks.  He pulled her to him until her sweet gap hovered
directly over his mouth and then he gently lowered her. 

She
gasped as she made contact with his mouth.  He moved her ass so that her lips
pressed against his mouth.  His lips were wet with her juices and she glided
easily against his face.  Soon she had picked up the motion herself and his
hands merely as a guide to help her balance.  She pressed slightly harder onto
his mouth, not wanting to put a strain on him but needing more friction.  When
his tongue slithered along her slit, she gasped again.

“Oh,
yes.  Oh, Daddy!”  His tongue was thick and long, just like his dick and she
moved her hips with precision, pressing her clit down hard upon it.  Daddy
didn’t seem to mind.  He gobbled greedily at her juicy pussy as the juices ran
over his mouth, nose and chin.  He pulled her ass down harder, trying to taste
more and more of her, his tongue burrowing deeper and deeper.  Cameron was
bucking on him, riding his face and that’s exactly what he wanted.

Suddenly,
she managed to push herself away, her weight suspended on her arms.  Her
breasts heaved and her face was flushed and perspiring.  “Daddy, we’ve got to
do it now!”  She fell on him, kissing his neck and face as she whispered, “Fuck
me, Daddy."  Fuck me now!”

He
rolled her over in his arms.  She looked down between their bodies as he
steadied himself between her legs, she watched as he held his swollen cock and
aimed it between her legs.  It felt tight as he pressed the head against the
tender lips, but her wetness welcomed this intrusion and his cock popped inside
her. 

He
crammed a few thick inches into her wet teen pussy and stopped when she cried
out, wondering if it was too much or too big for her.  She immediately wrapped
her legs around his back and pulled him toward her.  He began moving in and
out, fucking his daughter like he’d never fucked anyone before.  He fell on one
arm, kissing her passionately, their breath heaving in each other’s mouths. 
His other hand cradled her ass, pressing her into him while allowing her to
roll her hips as they ground together in an urgent rhythm.  She put her hands
on his shoulders, clenching them as she pushed her pussy at his cock, meeting
his every thrust with a grinding motion, sliding her pussy up on his cock when
it slid back.  Their fuck rhythm was perfectly synchronized, nearly machinelike
in its unflagging fervor.    He entered further and further.  She would think
she was completely filled and then he’d drive deeper inside her.  He kissed
along her neck and bit into her, sucking in her flesh.  His mouth couldn’t
reach any lower in this position and sensing this, she brought her hands under
her breasts and pushed them up, offering them to her father’s hungry mouth.  He
buried his face in them, fucking even harder into her as he licked and chewed
at them.  She panted and moaned with a sound that was more animal like than
human.  It quickly grew louder as her orgasm took hold and she screamed out,
“Don’t stop, Daddy!  I’m coming!  Oh, Daddy, I’m coming!”

They
rocked together, making the bed itself move under them as they pounded into
each other harder and harder.  He held her tight to him, as if the waves of
pleasure might sweep them both away.  She tried to contain her screams by
biting into his chest.  If felt like a train was rattling them both and they
held on as their orgasm washed over them.  Shuddering, they clung together as
the sensations subsided, leaving their bodies tingling with the slightest
movement of his penis inside her or her breasts against his chest.