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

by Saks, Krissy

  “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 t
he 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.

  He put his chair toward the middle of the chaise, his back to Cameron, as Tara lowered herself onto her tummy. She leaned up on her elbows, propping her breasts up on her arms so Chris could have a good look. He warmed the lotion in his palms and began applying it on her lower legs. As he moved up to her thighs, he stared down at her ass, still visible through her bikini bottom.

  “That’s a very sexy swimsuit you’re wearing, Tara.” His hands moved over the backs and insides of her thighs.

  “I’m glad you like it, Chris,” she purred, spreading her legs farther apart. “I bought it for a special occasion.”

  “What’s that?” he asked, seeing her pussy peek through the gap in her legs.

  “This,” Tara smiled. “Don’t be shy about lubing up my backside, Chris. My ass is hot, but I don’t want it to burn.”

  He slid his oiled fingers along her fleshy butt cheek, his voice sounding hoarse as he replied. “You do have a very hot ass, Tara. It’s beautiful.” His cock was creeping along his thigh.

  She rolled onto her side, her back toward him. “Are you a butt man, Chris?” She pulled her suit down over her hips, letting it bunch between her knees. Chris looked over his shoulder. Cameron was still lying there, facing the house. Tara reached back, holding her palm up. “Why don’t you lube me up real good back there and while you’re at it, give me a little squirt?” She reached back, holding her palm up. He squeezed the tube and it made a rude noise as it spewed a mound of lotion into her hand.

  “Move in closer, Chris.” He pulled his chair up till his knees and shins touched the edge of the chaise. Tara’s hand with the lotion moved inside the cuff of his baggy shorts, creeping along his thigh and finding his hard cock. She wrapped her slippery hand around it and pulled and rubbed, coating his cock with warm, buttery lotion. She turned slightly to angle her ass at him. “Go ahead. Lube it up, Chris.”

  He smeared lotion all over her cheeks and then ran the edge of his hand along her ass crack. She let go of his cock, bent onto her knees and presented her ass to him. “Come on, Chris. We both need this. Put it in my ass. Come on!”

  He was undoing his shorts, but still wasn’t sure about this. “What if Cameron…?”

  “She’s asleep. She said she was worn out from not getting much sleep. Come on, Chris. Fuck that ass.”

  He pulled the chair up closer, his shorts at his feet. Her hips arched back between his thighs. All he had to do was lean forward and take the plunge. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back. His cock felt the heat envelope its head. He moved her back and forth, smearing the lotion at her hole and then pressed into her. The head entered and she let out a suppressed yelp. “Yes!” she hissed. He pushed more and more in, rocking her back and forth. He wanted to reach around and clutch those fine tits of hers, but he stayed in his seat and worked on that ass. She rocked back and forth, slamming her backside against his hard-on, emitting whispered cries as the ass fucking became more intense and deeper. She had taken most of his cock inside her. He wanted to prolong it, being inside her asshole felt so good, but his cock was steadily leaking fluid, making her tight tract slippery and hot and he gave in to the first opportunity to come. He held her tighter against him and they moved like beasts, panting and grunting, until he was done.

  There was a wet, sucking sound as his cock popped out of her asshole. She fell onto her side and he wiped his dick off on his towel. He glanced back toward Cameron as he pul
led his shorts up. Thank god, she was still napping, unaware of what had just happened. He looked back at Tara. His thin trickle of semen ran from her ass crack. He dabbed her with his towel, leaning over to kiss her neck.

  “That’s the hottest ass I’ve ever had,” he whispered. She turned her head and they kissed. He held a finger to his lips, as if to say, ‘This is our little secret.’ He gave her ass a light slap and walked away.

  Cameron pretended to be sleeping as her father crept past her. She couldn’t wait for Tara to tell her what she’d missed. Funny, she mused, now that she’d cured him of his mid-life crisis blues, had she created a monster? A crazy sex monster with a giant cock who deflowers young, innocent women? Well, as long as he still fucks me, he can do what he likes with anyone else. He’s a big boy. He’s got years of pent-up desires. It may take more than one woman to satisfy him. More than one woman…