Ouch! He Feels So Good! The Complete Collection (Taboo Erotica) (5 page)

He
rolled onto his side and she rolled with him, his cock still inside her.  He
looked down at her face.  Her eyes were closed and she was smiling as she tried
to catch her breath.  He slid his arm under her head and leaned his forehead
against her temple.  One hand caressed her back and then palmed her ass cheek,
keeping them joined together.  They didn’t talk.  Each felt at peace, blissful
peace, each grateful for what the other had given.  They lay together, letting
this special moment envelope them like a bubble, a magical world that only they
could share.

The
next morning, he awoke to the most pleasant sensation of a warm wet mouth enclosing
his cock.  A round object bobbed under the sheet.  He held the sheet up and
Cameron smiled up at him.  She held his cock and licked and stroked it.  He was
fully erect.  How long had she been sucking him?  He flung the sheet back
behind her so he could take in this wondrous sight.  His hand caressed her
hair.  She kissed his balls gingerly as she stroked, then returned dutifully to
licking and sucking his dick.  Her eyes opened wide, as if to say, Is this
good, Daddy?  Am I doing it right?’  He smiled back at her and reassured, she
closed her eyes and took him deep into her mouth.

So
there would be no awkward lull between last night’s lust and the light of the
next day.  No time for doubts to intrude, or recriminations.  She saw to it
that the sex would continue seamlessly and there would only be time for
pleasure.  She gave his cock several wet, sloppy kisses before crawling up over
him and kissing his lips in a long, dirty kiss as her breasts pressed into
him.  His hands reached to hold her but she crawled back, straddling his hips,
lifting to place his cock at her pussy.  She slid down slowly, the tight, wet
opening inching down his length.  He closed his eyes from the intense
pleasure.  She slid forward along his chest and they kissed again, their lips
staying fused as she rocked gently back and forth, taking as much of him inside
her as possible.  His hands palmed her ass cheeks and helped ease her efforts
as the slick tunnel squeezed around him.

She
rocked back and forth like a little love monkey, faster and faster and she
grimaced as she approached her peak.  He watched, fascinated, by her expression
becoming more intense, her eyes closed tighter and the blood rushed to her
face.  She sat up, palms on his chest, riding his rigid cock harder and
harder.  Her tits bounced and he was tempted to reach out and squeeze them, but
he thought it would be better to keep them under her ass to steady her motion
in case her strength or energy failed.  Up and down she went,
unselfconsciously, unable or unwilling to deny herself her pleasure.  He felt
her tight cunt clenching his cock and he could have shifted gears and fucked
his way quickly to his own orgasm, but preferred to observe her naked
sexuality.  He watched, dismayed at the raw lust in his daughter’s face and
body, her furious sexual need.

When
it hit, she cried out and took long lunges along his cock, straining to plunge
as much of Daddy’s dick into her as she could.  Her hips ground around above
him, sopping up every sensation her sugar walls could wring from his hard
cock.  She grunted, growled and then swooned and collapsed onto his chest,
panting like an exhausted little animal.  He gently patted her back as she
heaved against his chest, his cock still half-buried inside her.

The
office phone rang and he realized that they needed to open shop in 45 minutes. 
He lightly slapped her butt cheek.  “Come on, princess, let’s get in the
shower.”  She looked up groggily.

“Did
you come, too, Daddy?”

“Not
this time, sweetheart.  But I had fun.”

They
showered together, rubbing their soapy bodies against each other.  His cock
stayed erect throughout the shower.  She laughed at it, giving him a soapy hand
job at one point, but he really needed to piss and couldn’t do so until the
erection subsided.  He brushed her away, holding her back against him and
lathered her breasts.  He reached down and his fingers fondled her pussy. 
Remembering the time, as he helped rinse her off and they got out.

“I’ve
got a surprise for you, Daddy,” Cameron said, toweling off.  “I might be a few
minutes late, but I think it’ll be worth the wait.  See you downstairs.  I’ll
bring your coffee.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his lips before running
off to her room.

Twenty
minutes after he’d settled in behind the office desk, she arrived with his
coffee.  He couldn’t believe his eyes.  She’d put her hair up in a sexy
bouffant hair style and wore her glasses, a white long-sleeved blouse and a
tight, short black skirt.  She wore dark stockings and black shoes with heels. 
She was dressed to kill.

“Holy
shit, Cameron,” he said.

“Here’s
your coffee, Mr. Kennedy,” she replied curtly, leaning down to give him a shot
of cleavage as she set the cup down.  She moved alongside him and put a silky
knee up on his thigh, sliding it from side to side.  “Sorry for being late,
sir.  I promise it won’t happen again.”  The skirt rode up to the middle of her
thigh.  He smelled a hint of perfume in the air.

“Well,
it better not happen again, Miss Kennedy,” he replied, sipping his coffee. 
“There are a lot of women out there who would like to be in your position.”

“What
position do you mean, Mr. Kennedy?  Something like this?”  She turned the chair
toward her so he was directly facing her, one leg between his, the other still
on his thigh.  She leaned in, putting her breasts to his face.  He breathed in
the scented curves of her cleavage.  Her fingernails clawed along his thigh,
skirting his rising boner.  He put his hands on her hips, but she pushed back
at his shoulders, slid the keyboard back and sat on the desk.  She planted her
shoes on the arms of the chair, spreading her legs.

“Or
did you mean this position?”  She hooked the shoes under the arms and pulled
him toward her.  He gaped at her sexy stockinged limbs; not panty hose, but the
pull-up kind, the flesh of her thighs exposed above them.  He leaned closer to
better appreciate the black lace panties.  She pulled her skirt back to give
him a better look and scooted over the edge of the desk.  Her fingers drew the
panties aside and her finger rubbed over her slit.  Her other hand ran through
his hair and gently nudged his face toward her crotch.  He licked feverishly at
her freshly washed pussy, alternating between licking it and the narrow thread
of the garment that had absorbed some of her flavor.

“Or
maybe,” she said, pushing him back to the wall, “you had this position in
mind,” and turned around facing the desk.  She pulled her skirt up and bent
over.  He brought his hands to her cheeks and rubbed them through the panties
before pulling them down just past her ass.  He kissed the cheeks, then licked
them and sucked and bit at the flesh.  She leaned forward onto the desk and he
pulled the cheeks apart, staring in awe at the tiny aperture lying between
them.  He buried his face between her cheeks and lapped at her sweet asshole. 
His tongue slithered around and against it and finally entered her there. 

Cameron
gasped and cooed as his tongue tip fucked into her ass.  She felt so naughty
dressed up like this and ground her ass against her father’s face.  She reached
down and rubbed her clit as he licked.  He licked the juices from her finger
before returning to her anus.  He growled into her ass, needing to fuck her
now, right there over the desk.  He stood and dropped his slacks and underwear,
kicking them off his feet so he wouldn’t be hampered.  She put one leg on top
of the desk and he slid right in.  As he moved back and forth inside her, his
hands reached around to unbutton her blouse.  Her breasts spilled out of the
opening, no bra to restrain them.  He squeezed and milked at her tits as he
thrust into her.  He wanted to cram all of his cock into her and this position
just might work.  She hollered as he went farther in, working his cock deeper
and deeper.  She quivered in her heels, trying to balance as he slammed into
her wet cunt.  The sound of his flesh slapping against her ass, the wet sucking
sounds of her pussy as he thrust and withdrew, her own panting, all of these
sounds filled her ears and titillated her senses.

The
phone rang.  Chris chose to ignore it, but Cameron picked it up and punched the
speaker button.  “Chris’ Pool Service,” she said, almost laughing.

“Cameron,
is that you?”  It was her mother’s voice.

“On
my way out.  Here’s Dad.”  She fell forward onto the desk, part doubling up
with laughter and partly to provide a better angle for the pussy pounding she
was taking.

“What
is it, Ruth?  We’re busy.”  He slapped Cameron hard on the ass.

“Well,
I needed to talk to you about some things.  Should I call back later?”

“I’ve
got a better idea; why don’t you send me an email instead?  That way you won’t
be interrupting anything,” he grunted, continuing to fuck his daughter hard. 
He pulled at her hair and it toppled down her back.  He gathered a handful and
rode her like a bitch.  She loved it.

“Well,
you don’t have to get snippy about it.  Put Cameron on.  I’ll talk with her.”

“She
can’t talk,” he called out.  “She’s up to her ass in a project.  We’re both
right in the middle of it.  Gotta go.”  He made sure that the line was
disconnected and then moved Cameron to the chair.  He stayed in her while she
sat on his knees.  He pushed and pulled at the chair, rocking her against his
cock.

“Oh,
Daddy,” she moaned.  “Was I a bad girl just now?”

“You
are a very bad girl, Cammy.  That’s why I love you.

She
grunted from the force of his thrusts.  “Maybe…Oh!  A spanking!  Would be in
order!  Oh.”

Talking
with his wife while he was fucking their daughter on his desk!  God, that was
hot!

“You
might be right, little girl.  But first, I’m going to make you come!”

The End of Part (#4)

Ouch! He Feels So Good (#5)

When
she and Daddy were finished with her office fantasy, Cameron felt the need for
another shower, or at least a quick touch-up.  Daddy’s jizz had run all over
her black stockings and panties.  It was so deliciously wicked!  Daddy told her
to take the rest of the day off, that she’d earned it.  Cameron was adopted by
her mom and dad when she was just two years old and now at age eighteen, the
sexual encounter with her dad fortunately, didn’t create any awkward feelings
between the two of them.

It
felt good to get out of the heels and clothes.  She put the stockings and
panties in the bathroom sink.  She stepped into the shower and used the hose
attachment to rinse the wigglies from her vagina.  Good thing Daddy had a
vasectomy a long time ago.  We wouldn’t want to have a two-headed baby together
now, would we?  I’m so glad we don’t have to use protection.  His cock feels so
good when he’s inside me and I don’t want anything to come between me and my
Daddy!

Her
pussy was a little tender from the hard fucking her father had given her.  God,
he was an animal!  I must have set something off in him with that outfit.  I
wonder what else he’d like to see me wear.  She turned to rinse off her
backside.  I can’t believe that he put his tongue in my ass.  Daddy ate my ass
out!  How hot is that?

She
couldn’t wait to tell Tara.  They’d need to meet up and go over it all in
person, but first she had to send a message.  She opened her laptop and brought
up her instant messenger.  She typed this note to Tara:

Mission
Accomplished!

Then
she waited.  The phone rang in less than a minute.

“Oh,
my god!” Tara’s voice whispered.  “Tell me you did it!”

“We
did it,” she replied.

“Now,
go over all the details!  I’m going to lie here and frig myself while you do.”

“I
can’t talk about it over the phone,” Cameron replied, rubbing lotion over her
legs.  “There’s way too much to tell.”

“Well,
tell me this:  Was it good?”

“Good? 
It was fabulous!”

“You
bitch!  I’m so glad for you, but you’re still a bitch.  Is your life too
perfect, or what?”

“It
is now, thanks in part to you.  I don’t think this would’ve happened as quickly
without your help, Tara.”

“Hey,
that’s what friends are for, Cam.  And I think that I know how you can return
the favor.  I’ll be over in ten minutes.”

The
doorbell rang as Chris Kennedy was carrying a sandwich back to the office.  He
opened the door and Tara stood smiling.  She wore shorts and a tight T-shirt
and held an overnight bag.  “Hi, Tara.  Are you running away from home?”

“I
wish.  Would you adopt me if I were, Mr. Kennedy?” 

An
image of Tara and Cameron clad in skimpy pajamas having a pillow fight flashed
through his mind.  “Oh, I think we could find room for you under our roof.  How
are you; a little under the weather from last night?”

“Yeah,
I’m a little raggedy.  Actually, it was a pretty lousy party and I left as soon
as my brother showed up.  How’s Cameron doing?”

“Great.” 
He stepped aside to let her enter the house.  Her T-shirt jiggled as she
walked.  He’d never noticed how big her boobs were before.  As she passed, his
eyes followed her, admiring her long legs and pert butt.  Gosh, she used to be
such a cute little nerd and look at her now.  These girls mutated into sexy
ladies almost overnight!  Then he realized that he hadn’t seen her dressed this
scantily since last summer.

She
turned around unexpectedly and he blanched, thinking she may have seen him
staring at her butt.  She smiled.

“I’m
sorry, Tara, but I couldn’t help noticing how much you’ve grown.  You’re a very
pretty young woman.”

At
one time, Tara might have blushed at such a compliment, but her smile widened
and she maintained eye contact.  “Thanks!  You always look great to me, Mr. Kennedy. 
Hey, is it okay if I call you Chris now that I’m an adult and have a diploma
and shit?”

He
smiled back.  “Sure.  Mr. Kennedy sounds kind of stuffy to me.  You call me
Chris.  Welcome to the adult world, Tara.  Go on up; Cammy’s in her room.”

“Thanks,
Chris.  You’re a doll.  See ya.”  She turned away and smiled at her
cheekiness.  And she knew he was checking out her cheeks as she slowly swayed
up the stairs.

Tara
was right.  He followed every step she took and every wiggle in her walk until
she was out of view.

Tara
walked in Cameron’s room and found her sitting at her desk.  “Hey, your dad was
checking me out.  He said I was pretty.”

“You
are pretty,” Cameron agreed.  “Maybe Daddy and I have the same taste in women.”

“Well,
your dad’s welcome to taste me any time.”  She saw that Cameron was looking at
her bag.  “I was hoping you might invite me to spend the night.  Unless you and
your dad have plans….”

“No,
it’s cool.  We have lots to talk about,” Cameron said.

“Start
talking. Come on, spill your guts.”

The
girls appeared in the doorway of the office.  Chris clicked the mouse and sent
the porn video he was watching back into cyberspace.  “Hey, ladies, what’s up?”

Both
girls stood in their bikinis, holding towels.  “We’re going to hang out by the
pool, Dad.  Why don’t you come join us after you’re done?”  Today was a
half-day schedule with only an hour to go before Chris would be forwarding the
phone.

“I
can’t think of a better way to spend the afternoon.  I’ll see you out there in
a little bit.”  His eyes darted between the girls, unable to decide which one
to focus on.  Cameron wore a hot pink bikini that seemed fluorescent in
contrast to her bronzed skin.  Tara wasn’t as tanned and was a little taller
than Cameron.  Her back was to Chris as she read the notes on the bulletin
board.  His eyes wandered over her solidly built frame, the sheer beige bikini
exposing not only her ass cheeks, but the crack that ran between them as well.

“Uh,
Dad?” Cameron asked, seeing that his attention was elsewhere.  “Can we maybe
have one of your beers later?  We thought maybe a hair of the dog would help
our headaches.”

“Sure. 
You girls are adults now.  I’ll bring them when I finish, okay?  Tara, you
wanted a beer, too?”

She
twirled around, eyes wide and a big smile.  Her arms were crossed and pushed
her breasts out, threatening to pop out from her top.  “I’ll have whatever
you’re having, Chris!”  Cameron elbowed her.  Chris’ eyes were drawn down to
her bikini bottom.  The front had ridden up into her crotch, revealing a very
pronounced camel toe.  The material being nearly transparent; he thought he
could even tell she was shaved!  Tara stood smiling at him until she was jerked
by the arm from the room.  He watched her wiggle away, bare feet flapping on the
tiles.

That
was close!  If I didn’t have a hard-on from watching that video, I’ve sure got
one now!  Jesus, what a hottie.  Chris wondered why he still felt the need to
watch porn, or got so aroused looking at Tara after he’d had the most exciting
sex of his life with Cameron.  Was it the need to see something new to stir his
imagination, a fresh face and preferably one with semen dripping from its
lips?  I guess I’m turning into a dirty old man.  He smiled, loving it.

“See? 
I told you he was checking me out!”  Tara and Cameron spread their towels out
over the chaise lounges.  “When he looked at me like that, my pussy started
dripping butter!”

“How
could he not check you out when your crack is right there in his face?” 
Cameron rolled her eyes. 

“Oh,
don’t get jealous, Cam.  Some girls have to try harder; we’re not all as hot
and fuck-worthy as you.”

Cameron
realized that she sounded bitchy.  She was thankful that she was able to tell
her friend not to tell anybody about the amazing sexual adventure she’d had
with her father.  It was only natural that Tara would get excited and conjure
her own fantasy with Cameron’s dad, with her in the starring role, of course. 
When Cameron had finished relaying all of the salacious details, Tara seemed to
be in a daze, with a faraway look in her eyes.  When she came back to earth,
she made a proposition or, as she had put it, a way for Cameron to repay her
for helping her to realize her Daddy fantasy.

“Cameron,
I don’t want to do anything that would jeopardize this beautiful new thing that
you’ve got going with your dad.  Your relationship with him is the most
important thing and I hope it gets stronger and better and whatever.  But
here’s my question:  how would you feel if I made a move on your father?”

Cameron
had known it was coming.  In truth, there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t share
with her friend.  She did, however, feel slightly possessive about this new
level of intimacy with her father.

“Well,
how soon were you thinking of doing this?” she asked.

“Like
today,” Cameron smiled, looking slightly crazed.  “Or tonight, whatever.  I
mean, it was just an idea I was playing around with, but when I felt that
strong vibe downstairs, holy shit.  I can tell, he’s got the scent!”

Cameron
rolled her eyes.  Poor Tara was so clueless.  She understood that her hormones
were churning, but her approach just seemed crass.  Cameron’s bond with her
father went deeper than just sex; it was a relationship forged over a lifetime
that had now broken free of the shackles of society’s restrictions.  Theirs was
an all-encompassing symbiosis, nearly spiritual in its depth.

Still,
her father’s happiness was the most important thing to consider.  If he did
feel the need to have sex with others, she would have to give him room to do
so.  It’s not like they could ever get married, after all.  And who better to
entrust with his best interests than her best friend?

“I
assume that you have a plan?” she asked.

“Naturally,”
Tara responded without hesitation.  “For Phase One, we’ll need to change into
some other swimming attire.  Let me show you something wild I just bought!”

And
so they found themselves poolside, launching the new Phase One.  Chris arrived
later carrying three bottles of beer.  Setting the drinks on a glass table by
the chaise, he saw Cameron’s outline through the weave of the chair and Tara’s
head and shoulders facing Cameron on the same chaise.  “Refreshments are
served, ladies!”  He stepped around the chaise, beer in hand, and stopped in
his tracks.

Cameron
was stretched out the chaise, wearing sunglasses, her legs outstretched and
resting on Tara’s thighs, while Tara straddled the chaise, massaging lotion on
Cameron’s bare breasts.  Tara, too, is minus her top.  Her breasts are large,
full and sway as she moves her arms.  The girls seemed oblivious to his
presence.  Tara concentrated on caressing Cameron’s smooth breasts and Cameron
smiled like a cat that had just eaten the family’s canary.  The scene was very
still and intimate.  Rather than feeling shocked, Chris felt like he’d intruded
on a very private communion.

Tara
looked over her shoulder at him.  “Have a seat, Chris,” she said, patting the
chair next to her.  He hesitated, but played along, as if this activity were
the most natural thing in the world.  Apparently, for girls of their age, it
was perfectly natural.  Tara’s hands stroked along Cameron’s thighs, making
them glisten with the lotion.  Cameron lifted her sunglasses slightly.

“Daddy,
can you lube up Tara?  I told her I would, but I’m getting tired.  Please,
Daddy?”

Chris
stared, hearing her words, but his mind was elsewhere.  He realized that she’d
asked him a question and snapped back to reality.  “Lube her up?  Oh, sure, you
relax.  Uh, there’s a beer on the table for you.”  He stood and rubbed his
hands together.  “Alright, Tara, where do you want me?”

Tara
grinned at Cameron and dropped her legs onto the deck.  “Why don’t we go over
where it’s a little shadier, Chris?”  They all gulped on their beers and then
the two of them walked with their beers and towels toward the shallow end of
the pool, behind Cameron’s chair and line of vision.  Tara walked slowly,
sensually rolling her hips and threaded her arm through Chris’.  Her tit
pressed against his arm.