by Hunt, Lexi
Nita felt Lyle’s hands exploring her body, trying to tug her into a different position, to make it easier to get at her body. “Uh-uh, daddy,” she whispered. “My whole body is yours. You can fuck me in the ass, you can pound my pussy, you can tell me to masturbate for you…I’ll do anything in this world you want me to.” She sighed, her eyes still locked on his cock. “But right now daddy, I just want to feel your sweet love.” Her tongue flicked out and caught a dollop of thick cream she had missed.
CHERISHED LOVER
Synopsis:
Gillian frequently felt as if she lived alone in her own little world. Her mother was a distant soul and she had never known her real father. She had remained shy around her stepfather Hugh, but she’d had a crush on him for years. When her mother became even more distant after Gillian’s eighteenth birthday Gillian reaches out to the only stable adult in her life, her cherished lover…
The first time she came to him in the night, shivering in the thin cheap rayon nightie that he could see clear through, they both knew it was wrong. The wispy panties had been so insubstantial that he could barely tell she had any on. Their kisses had been timid at first, exploratory. Her lips against his were soft and slippery, as if she had never kissed before, but she was a natural.
The first time he traced the contours of her body, outside the nightie, she quivered with suppressed excitement and the need to be silent, but the way her head burrowed into his neck and the enthusiasm with which she parted her thin legs told him she wanted to feel his hands on her. Her tentative first investigation of his cock through his pajama pants was nevertheless thorough and the silence surrounding them was punctuated by the sharp intake of her breath when she felt it move beneath her touch.
She liked to turn the lamp on so that he could see her. Though she was covered by the nightie, she knew very well that he could see her in great detail. She found that it excited her very much for him to see her naked or nearly so, and she took every opportunity to make sure he could see as much as possible of her-especially when her mother was around. Spreading her legs wide and pulling the crotch of her panties aside when her mother was facing in another direction, lifting her shirt to expose her bra or her bare breasts when only he could see her, bending over so that he could see down the front of her shirt, all these actions kept her in a constant state of arousal. Gillian was well aware that if they were caught, her stepfather would bear the brunt of the bad things that could happen. It was unlikely that he would go to jail, after all, she was over eighteen now, but he would be censured at work and mom would probably put him through a very public and acrimonious divorce. Friends and family would all be aware of what they had done. She would be forgiven, they would all believe he had taken advantage of her youth and inexperience, never suspecting that she had been the one to initiate contact when she had gone to his bed all but naked that first night and crawled in beside him.
It had been her hands that guided and molded his to her small breasts. It had been she who had first slipped the strap of her nightie down, baring a single breast and tugging his head down until his lips had encircled her tiny nipple. Most of all, it had been her choice to slip her hand inside the fly of his pajamas and grip his thick, hard penis. Hugh had never objected to any of it, his heart had pounded as loud and hard as hers as she took liberty after liberty.
Lately, Gillian had been climbing into bed with him after lifting her nightie up above her naval, straddling the lump in his pajamas and rubbing the little nubbin of her clit against the bottom of his hardness. She had made herself cum several times that way.
Tonight was the first time they had been alone together in the house since she had started their little games. Her mother was at church, chaperoning a ‘lock-in’ for teens under fourteen years old and would not be home before mid-morning the next day.
Gillian slipped from beneath the covers on her bed when she heard her stepfather come upstairs to bed. Her nipples stood erect as she bent over and slid her panties down around her ankles, kicking them silently to one side of the room. Padding to her bedroom door in her bare feet, she slipped silently into the hallway. Daddy’s door was partway open and she smiled to herself. She knew he was hoping that she’d come to him.
She sank to her knees beside the head of his bed and reached out to smooth the wavy salt and pepper hair that hung over one eye when he lay down. “Can we?” she whispered, tracing a finger down his jaw to his chest. Hugh lifted the covers and motioned for her to get inside. Impulsively, Gillian reached for and switched on the small table lamp at Hugh’s bedside.
The simple rayon nightie was translucent, and Gillian’s pale flesh was clearly visible beneath it as she stretched out beside Hugh on her hands and knees. Her dark red, short bobbed hair hung down seductively over one eye as she posed for him, making sure that he had a good view of her lightly freckled body. Her head was towards his feet as she lowered herself down on her left side and raised her right knee straight up. The nightie rose above her hip, and Hugh was treated to a spectacular view of her shaved mound and the pink lips of her sex.
She reached for the opening of his fly and lifted his swollen penis through it, her slim fingers delicately investigating the distended veins and slick hot flesh of the member. One hand crept through his fly and cupped his heavy balls, lifting them out of his pajama bottoms and spreading them on top of the soft cotton material. Her hot moist breath made the tiny hairs stir and rise on his cock. Now words passed between them. Delicately, as if she were trying to kiss a butterfly, Gillian leaned forward and her tiny pink tongue stabbed out timidly at the helmet shaped head and retreated back between into her wide generous mouth.
With a smile of wonder on her face, her tongue quickly speared back out and her tongue curled around the base of his glans. She breathed deeply of his musky man scent and the faint traces of his cologne. Gillian’s nipples rose high and hard, pink in the lamplight as Hugh made a sighing sound deep in his chest. His cock strained towards her parted lips, only his hips moving. She knew what he wanted. She wanted it too.
As she bent her head forward and took the helmet shaped head between her pale pink lips, she felt Hugh’s hands on her thighs, pushing them further apart. Just as her lips closed around the hot head of his cock, she felt his moist hot tongue spear between the lips of her own sex, his chin shoved up against the hard nubbin of her clit. “Oh my god daddy!” she mumbled through her busy lips. “Oh my god!” Of their own volition, Gillian’s slender hips began to move. Daddy’s tongue was creating feelings in her belly that she had never felt before. She didn’t care what anybody thought, this felt too good to be wrong. Raising herself upright, squatting over his face, she crossed her arms and lifted the nightie over her head. She had never been completely naked with him before, and it felt deliciously wicked. Looking down past her hard belly, she could see her daddy’s chin working as he speared her tight pussy with his tongue. Eagerly, she bent her head back down and took the tip of his cock into her mouth.
His tongue slid over the lips of her sex, and then his lips surrounded the nubbin of her clit and sucked on it lightly. Gillian’s eyes fluttered involuntarily and her stomach contracted. The huge cock in her mouth forced her to breathe in through her nose as he drove her towards something much larger than the orgasms she had experienced in her bed when she was alone late at night. This was huge, something as strong as the tides at the beach. She took her mouth off him and gasped, her small hand squeezing his cock and jerking it rapidly. It seemed to her that there was something else she needed to do and she was frantic to find out what it was and do it. Daddy was making things happen in a hurry and it felt so incredible she never wanted it to stop. Her hips jerked, and she tried hard to restrain them because she didn’t want to move her clit from his sucking mouth…it felt so good!
“Ahhh, god daddy, don’t stop! Stick your tongue inside! Inside me please!” Hugh cupped her ass cheeks in both hands and thrust his tongue inside her as far as it would go, swirling it around and ta
sting the fresh juices of his stepdaughter’s pussy.
She scratched at his pajama bottoms, making him lift his hips as she pushed them down past his knees. Gillian ran her small hands over his brawny thighs in frantic agitation and then grabbed his rigid cock in her eager hands, seeking the engorged head fervently with her soft mouth. She parted her lips and plunged her head down on his shaft, taking him as deeply into her throat as she could without choking. It was impossible to tell him how good his tongue felt inside her when she was sucking him, but she tried. The vibrations from her garbled words tipped Hugh over the edge and his cum spilled into her mouth.
She had always wondered how she would handle it when she finally let a boy cum in her mouth. Blowjobs were not something new to her, though until now they had been hurried, furtive acts in the front seats of cars and once against a willow tree at a barbecue. Always before she had sensed the eruption coming and taken her mouth off, watching the gluey stuff shoot out the tip. Almost all the guys she had blown had either begged her to let them cum in her mouth or had tried to hold her head in place, but she had refused because it seemed kind of gross to her. What was happening now wasn’t gross at all. Her daddy loved her, and his penis was swelling and shooting his essence inside her mouth, the thick cream coating the inside of her throat with its hot sticky wetness. The taste was mostly bland, with a hint of the taste of honeyed almonds. Surprisingly, Gillian felt an amazing upwelling of deep emotion at Hugh’s reaction to her willing acceptance of his cum in her mouth. Closing her lips tightly around his shaft she smiled and swallowed enthusiastically.
“Oh my god,” Hugh said, his hands lovingly caressing her hair and stroking her cheeks. Gillian had crawled off of his face after she came, but had kept her mouth around his softening cock. Not a single drop of his essence escaped her. She marveled at his continued attention, basking in the glow of his affection. “That was amazing,” he whispered.
Giving the head of his cock one final lick, Gillian lifted her head to the hollow of his shoulder and rested it there. She felt his arms close around her as he hugged her, and his hands moved across her skin tantalizingly. Her own hand played in the light hair covering his chest as his fingernails traced arabesques on her flat belly, and she tossed her naked thigh across his, trying to get closer to him. This was so much better, so much more intimate than racing to put her clothes back in order and the embarrassed silence that usually followed one her encounters with boys her own age. For the very first time, a sexual act had made her feel like a woman, a powerful woman, rather than a shy novice. She stretched like a cat, her fingers lazily dragging across his limp sex. Turning her face up to his adoring gaze she asked, “Can we do it again daddy?” Her hand rested flat on his cock, which already showed signs of recovering.
Hugh was silent, but he hugged Gillian to him, loving the feel of her youthful nakedness against him. He could feel the wetness of her pussy as she humped against his flank and he wanted desperately to be inside her. What he didn’t know was if he dared. A pregnancy at this time would destroy his life as he now knew it, but the prospect of going back to the way things were before Gillian had shown her feelings for him was bleak, perhaps too bleak. “Honey, I don’t have any…”
“We don’t need any daddy,” she whispered. “I’m on the pill.” She sensed his reluctance, but the need underlying the reluctance was as clear to her as if he had begged her outright to fuck him. It was all the encouragement she needed.
Swinging her leg the rest of the way over him, Gillian straddled his semi-hard penis and centered her clit on the burgeoning shaft. The lips of her sex parted and her juices lubricated them both. Her hands were planted on his chest, and she used them to steady herself as she slid her hips back and forth, using his cock to masturbate. Dreamy eyed, she fell forward just a bit when Hugh’s hands cupped her breasts, and her rigid nipples dug into the palms of his strong hands. This was so much better than her own fingers, so much more sexual. The groans coming from daddy’s throat gave her an extra kick that she hadn’t anticipated. The ball of heat in her belly was growing, and it was clear to her that tonight would be the night. She was going to fuck her daddy, to take his big cock inside her! More than anything in the world she wanted to be filled by him. Tonight it was just Gillian and Hugh, her cherished lover naked together in her bed. She slowed the movement of her hips in the hopes of holding back the tide of her impending orgasm, but slowing her movements somehow just made the feeling that much more intense. With a low moan, Gillian came again. Her head hung down, and her short dark red hair brushed across Hugh’s chest as she babbled at him. “Good…so good daddy…ahhh god daddy, stick it in me! Fuck me please daddy, I want to feel your dick inside me,” her voice got lower as the strength of her climax increased. She changed the angle of her rocking hips slightly and felt the tip of his cock slip inside her. It felt huge, by far the largest one she’d ever had inside her. It stretched her, but the tightness felt delicious as her inner muscles clamped down around his thickness and began to squeeze it. The orgasm she was already having before he entered her was spiraling out of control. Her eyes rolled up in her head and she felt the fireworks and explosions she had read about in books but never dreamed were real. She collapsed on her daddy’s chest, totally spent.
They lay together in the semi-darkness, sweating heavily from their exertions. Gillian knew now that things would never be the same again…she would never feel alone as long as she had her cherished lover, her daddy.
DESIRE'S EDGE
SYNOPSIS:
Belinda had no idea when she went to work in the morning that perversion would ensnare her before the end of the day. Not only would it catch her in it’s terrible jaws, it would capture her sweet and innocent husband as well. She had no idea how much her life would change when she was pushed beyond desire’s edge…
Belinda’ s caught in her throat as Preston Jennings pressed his erection against the crack of her ass through the thin dress she wore. It was driving her wild even though the act it promised was a taboo so strong that she and her husband had never even discussed it. Right this moment, bent over the copy machine in the copy room of her office, she wanted nothing more than she wanted to strip naked for this handsome young turk and have him thrust that hard erection of his deep into her ass.
Belinda Harrison had never dreamed of cheating on her husband. Her sex life was quite satisfactory, thank you. Once a week she lifted her nightgown and allowed her loving husband to stick his erection inside her and thrust away until he flooded her with his seed. It gave her a warm and pleasant feeling inside to feel Luke collapse on her small breasts, spent. She loved to hold him in her arms, knowing she had conquered the beast inside of him once more. The feelings generated by Preston’s attentions were alien to her, but they were so powerful that they were driving her to distraction.
Keeping her head down and trying to avoid eye contact with Preston, Belinda hurried from the copy room. Holding her breath and hoping the wet spot on her panties hadn’t leaked through the back of her dress, she managed to reach the ladies room and close a stall door behind her. The feeling between her legs was driving her crazy, and she pulled her panties down around her ankles and sat on the toilet. The whatever it was between her legs was unbearable and she tentatively put her fingers there…the feral heat and wetness there was also alien to her as well, but the feeling of her fingers on her clit was exquisitely pleasureable. Before she was able to react she was in the throes of the first orgasm of her life.
To look at her no one would expect Belinda to be a stranger to sexual pleasure. Long blonde hair cascaded around her sculpted neck and shoulders in a cloud of brilliance. Her body was a work of art, slender and shapely, with pillowy breasts that were a tad larger than one would expect on so slender a frame. With her long legs and dainty feet, she was an artist’s dream.
Safely at her desk, she raised her eyes and glanced at Preston in his cubicle. He was an awful flirt, always touching the office women, though none of them ev
er raised an objection. In fact, most of the women were as busy trying to touch him as he was trying to fondle them. The younger women, married and unmarried, were always pressing their breasts against his arms or his back, and when their hands touched him, they lingered a lot longer than was absolutely necessary.
Lately, however, Preston had been focusing on the aloof and unreachable Belinda. His attentions were unwanted, but impossible to ignore. Unfortunately, the ‘unwanted’ part of the impossible equation was rapidly crumbling before the onslaught of his attentions. Belinda began to daydream about his ‘thing’ pushing against her forbidden areas, and his forearms and the backs of his hands brushing against her breasts. Her panties were constantly sopping wet, and she was in a constant state of upset…it was driving her to the brink of madness because she didn’t know how to deal with it. She didn’t dare talk to Luke about it, she didn’t know how he would react to Preston’s outrageous flirtations. Belinda had no friends among the office women, and she didn’t know where to turn.