by Hunt, Lexi
Penny moved her head closer for a better look. It seemed to be an awfully angry red for such an innocuous bit of flesh, but as her hot breath blew across it, the cock seemed to swell up considerably. Up close and now fully hard, it was impressive. Penny bit her lower lip as she bent closer, her lush parted lips now less than an inch away from the quivering crown. She stole a glance at Ken’s sleeping face, and then screwed up her courage. Her pointed pink tongue darted out and made quick contact with the skin of his cock. It returned to the safety of her mouth as quickly as it had slipped out. The memory of his hot flesh on her tongue burned its way into her brain, and Penny felt slightly woozy from desire. With a muffled cry, she stuck her tongue out again, this time licking around the thick column of flesh and up to the beginning of the slit on top of the helmet shaped glans. Ken never moved, though he was still moaning softly in his sleep.
She moved her head back. Ken’s hard belly was clearly visible behind his cock and Penny’s sex was now dripping with her own juices. Petrified, she got to her feet and stole upstairs to check on her mother. The three quarters empty glass of brandy on her mother’s nightstand told her that she would hear no more from the woman tonight. She was free to do whatever she could get away with-if she dared. Silently, Penny tiptoed back down the stairs.
With a truly wicked feeling inside her, she lowered her panties to the floor and knelt back down with her face even with daddy’s cock. It was leaning to one side now, not nearly as hard as it had been before. Her hot breath soon roused it though, and soon it was straining and hard again. Penny took a deep breath and let her tongue curl around the head. It was salty and good and she wanted more-much more. She normally loved the slight woodruff smelling scent of his cologne, but just now it was mixed with a musky man scent that sent her libido spiraling out of control. Her tongue eagerly lapped at the fold of skin just beneath the head and she was rewarded by the thick shaft jerking in front of her. She watched in awe as his balls rolled in their sack of skin, bulging with his semen. The idea of licking him until he released the sperm in his balls was intriguing, but Penny was suddenly struck by a desire that she first thought was peculiar. The strange desire became more and more powerful as she thought about it. The girls at school had talked about it in hushed tones, and the image their conversations had provoked had seemed more than a little disgusting-until tonight. Tonight Penny was hungry. Tonight, she wanted to feel Ken’s cum on her tongue, inside her mouth. She wanted him to fill her belly with his seed.
Her mouth closed over the tip of his cock and she began to suck him. Ken stirred in his sleep, his free hand seeking her hair and twisting itself in the long strands. She felt his palm on the top of her head as he began to thrust his hips lightly towards her mouth. She simply opened wide and let him fuck her mouth. It was the most amazingly erotic thing she had ever dreamed of. Fast asleep, her gorgeous stepfather was fucking her mouth. Even the guttural moans coming from deep in his throat aroused her.
Penny wanted to feel his hands on her breasts and her belly, but she was afraid she would waken him if she started trying to dig out his other hand from beneath him. As he pumped rhythmically into her mouth she could feel her own excitement coming to a peak. His balls were stirring madly in their sack now, and she knew his orgasm was approaching fast. She put her hand between her legs, masturbating, frantically trying to catch up with Ken. As the first jet of heavy cream spurted from the tip, Penny felt her own orgasm crest. She was cumming with him as she swallowed wildly.
His sleep became less agitated and his breathing slowed. Penny located and licked up every stray drop of the white stuff that had escaped her rapid gulping. It really didn’t have much of a taste, but it was hers, she had earned it. Penny licked him clean and then crawled back onto the couch with him, pulling the afghan tight around her neck. Just as she was falling asleep she felt Ken’s hand drape over her side beneath the afghan, finding and cupping her breast. Her nipple hardened against his palm and she smiled. After another long slow breath, she dropped off to sleep.
Ken awakened around six a.m., his erection raging against soft hot flesh. His hand found the hem of the nightie and slid up the bare flesh inside it until he reached the breast he sought. He had experienced an incredibly vivid dream the night before and he was not surprised at all by his morning woodie. If he played his cards right, he might catch Daniella in just the right mood and she might blow him the way she had in his dream. Fuck, that had been fantastic!
Something was wrong, and Ken became wide awake in an instant. The breast in his hand! It was all wrong, it was too small. The naked ass that was rubbing against his bare cock was too tight, too small! He opened his eyes and looked down aghast at the angelic face of his sleeping stepdaughter. With a small frantic yelp of surprise, Ken stumbled from the sofa, throwing the afghan back over her sleeping form before grabbing his cock and racing up the stairs to his bedroom. He shut the door and leaned against it, trying to catch his breath.
A glance at Daniella and the brandy glass on the bedside table told him she wouldn’t remember a thing about the night before. Ken was only half relieved. Just how much of his dream the night before had really been a dream? How much had actually happened? And how the hell was he going to find out? It wasn’t as if he could just come right out and ask Penny, “Hey, did you suck my dick when I was asleep last night?” He was so concerned that he couldn’t go back to sleep. Even worse, he couldn’t force himself to wake Daniella up for sex-especially since the raging hard on he was carrying had been caused by her daughter. He lay down on the far side of the king sized mattress and masturbated bitterly to a less than satisfactory orgasm. It didn’t help that images of Penny had crossed before his eyes as he came.
Ken busied himself preparing breakfast for the three of them after his long hot morning shower. When his wife and stepdaughter came out for breakfast, he clowned with them and teased them both. Daniella wondered why he was trying so hard, but Penny knew he suspected something or felt guilty about the night before.
Daniella simply wrote it off as a quirk and hurried off to her weekly golf game with some women from her office. Penny had kept her eyes downcast throughout the entire ordeal. She was suddenly feeling guilty as hell.
She helped him wash the dishes and straighten the kitchen, but they didn’t trade their usual banter. The silence between them was deafening. By the time they were through, Ken almost had it figured out. “Come on,” he said, reaching his hand out and taking hers in it. With his free hand he got a couple of clean mugs from the cabinet and poured them both a cup of coffee. When they each had one in hand, he led her out to the back yard and they sat down at the table by the pool.
He was dressed in khaki shorts and a polo shirt, and he looked so handsome sitting in the morning sun with the slight breeze ruffling his hair. His clear blue eyes looked deeply into hers. “Last night-it wasn’t a dream, was it?” His face was unreadable.
“No,” Penny said in a small voice. She felt tears forming, and she was furious with herself. Although she didn’t feel like dancing on the table and shouting it from the rooftops, she wasn’t ashamed of what she had done. It would never do for her mother to find out about it, but it simply didn’t feel shameful. It had been fun and exciting and it had felt good. That said, there was no way she could respond without sounding defensive about it. She took a deep breath. Ken had taught her over time that when faced with something difficult, total honesty kept you from making a mess of anything.
“I’m not sorry I did it,” she said in a low voice. Looking up into those blue eyes was tough, but she felt her voice strengthen. “I want to do it again. I liked it and it felt good.”
“I’m sorry you did it,” Ken said reflectively, “but probably not for the reasons you suspect.” He sipped his coffee and watched a bluejay as it walked along the edge of the pool. “It felt really good to me too Penny-too good. Now I have to make up my mind about something extremely difficult and I don’t know what to do. If I follow my own advice an
d just stick to the truth, there’s going to be a helluva war when your mother comes back from her golf game.” He took another sip of his coffee. “If I don’t tell her, and avoid the fight, I have to wonder if I’m ever going to do something that pisses you off enough to tell her yourself.” He cocked his head and gave her a very steady, adult look. “This kind of secret takes you and I to a whole new level of trust, and I don’t know if you can hold up your end of it. Either way, truth or lie, you’ve placed me in a life altering situation.”
Penny’s tears were rolling freely now. “That was never my intention daddy,” she whispered. “I did it because I was horny and because you were right there next to me and it was so hard pressing against my bottom.” In spite of her misery the memory was causing the heat to grow in the depths of her belly again. How the hell could she be so horny when she was so depressed? “I wanted to fuck you but I was afraid,” she said.
Ken’s eyes rose. “Afraid that your mother would catch us or afraid that I would wake up?”
“Both.”
He set the coffee mug down on the plexiglass tabletop and reached for her hands. Pulling her to him, he set her in his lap. Penny’s nipples hardened and rose against the thin fabric of her tee shirt. It was patently obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Ken was only human, and he smiled ruefully at the display of her rising passion. “I feel the same way,” he told her. “But I still have to decide whether to trust you. This isn’t easy for me.”
She knew, she could feel his cock rising beneath her ass. Slowly, Penny crossed her arms and lifted her shirt over her head. She stood up and dropped her shorts around her ankles, kicking them away with a flick of her foot. His khaki shorts fell open with a few quick moves of her hands and she settled on his hard cock, taking it deep inside her. “It is daddy,” she said, rocking fervently on his stiff pole. “It’s just this easy.” Her voice rose, filled with passion. “I’ll never tell-if I did I could never do this again. I could never give this up!” She kissed him as they fucked, a deep and meaningful kiss. When he came inside her, Penny held his head tight against her breasts, loving him. She would find a way to show him that she could keep a secret. Right now, she was just a grateful teenage girl who was thankful…for his trust.
RAPTURE OF LOVE
Synopsis:
Eighteen year old Cindy Garrett is in love with her stepfather. It wasn’t a childhood crush, it was real. Since her mother died of leukemia, Cindy had cooked, cleaned, and generally taken care of James Garrett just as any wife would-with the sole exception of sex. It had been the one subject they had skirted, everything else had been free and open. The day after her eighteenth birthday, Cindy knew it was time to let James know. She was filled with the rapture of love. Nothing could stop her now.
Cindy Garrett positively glowed. It showed in her eyes, the way her lissome body moved in her light sundress, and in her glorious smile. Tiny, barely five feet tall in her bare feet, if you handed her a concrete block she would still be south of a hundred pounds. Long, straight, pale blonde hair framed an alabaster face dominated by huge blue eyes behind large round glasses. She had a wide, generous mouth full of dazzling white teeth, and today all of them were showing.
Skipping home from school was something she hadn’t done in years, but today was special, today she was eighteen years old-today she could tell her stepfather how she truly felt about him. Since mama had died four years ago, Cindy had kept his house, done his laundry, and been his confidante. It had been Cindy who had dragged the handsome James Oreck back from the depths of despair when Marjorie Oreck had died of leukemia.
She had brought him back and gotten him moving again, though she grieved for her mother as much as he did. In the intervening years she had fallen in love with him. Cindy had kept her secret close, fearing to cause him problems with the law that might keep her from being near him. Today she didn’t have to keep her secret any more, today she was legally an adult, and today, her stepfather was just another man. Her man.
Cindy knew he responded to her. Too many mornings she had seen the erection he tried to hide from her when she made his breakfast in her light robe. There had been too many times when she had come from the bathroom or the pool in some stage of undress, encountering James unexpectedly. She had always raced away from him, but underneath the mask of embarrassment she had burned with excitement. Cindy loved his reactions to her body.
She smiled, a broad sunny smile. After tonight there would be no more embarrassment. After tonight, she would be able to come to him naked and unembarrassed whenever she wanted. After tonight, Cindy would know how that thick column of flesh between his legs felt inside her. Oh yes, she had peered around corners and through slightly opened doors. She had ‘inadvertantly’ walked in on him while he was showering or changing clothes. The opportunity had even presented itself a few times to watch him masturbate in front of the computer when he had thought her sound asleep. Cindy knew what his cock looked like naked and hard, with James’ large hand wrapped tightly around it-and she knew what it looked like when he came.
Many nights she had laid in bed imagining what it would feel like in her own tiny hands. She had wondered what it felt like to take him in her mouth like the girls on the videos did to their men, and what it would be like to feel the hot flow of his cum inside her mouth and throat. Those were the videos he watched most, they were the ones that seemed to excite him.
She had been determined to learn as much as she could from watching the same videos. The history log in the settings of his desktop had provided her with the sites he had visited and the videos he had watched. She had even found the secret hidden folder where he kept the videos he had downloaded and saved. It was no accident that the videos he saved all had petite blondes with big blue eyes, tiny breasts, and wide mouths. James was as obsessed with her as she was with him. There was absolutely no doubt about it, tonight would be their beginning.
Cindy had never been with man or boy sexually, but she had ordered a lifesize latex penis online and she had practiced with it in the wee hours of the morning. Hoping that it was about the same size as her daddy’s, she had mastered the art of taking it into her throat without gagging. It had been tough at first, but it was easy now. The first time she had taken it inside her sex it had hurt pretty badly, but she had learned to use a lubricant until her own juices started to flow. It had really hurt when she decided to try to take it in her ass, but generous amounts of lubricant and finding the right position had eliminated the anal sex problem. It was surprising to her just how much her body had responded to the anal penetration. It hadn’t looked very comfortable in the videos, and a lot of the women had seemed to be in pain-but there was one special video that James watched over and over. The girl in that homemade video had been a dead ringer for Cindy, and she had begun to moan with excitement the instant her lover had penetrated her ass. Cindy had watched her cum repeatedly over the course of the long video, and she had watched what had appeared to be real orgasms as the tiny girl accepted her lover’s cock in her mouth, her pussy, and in her ass. It was Cindy’s favorite video as well.
The walk home went quickly, and Cindy hurried to make everything ready for their special evening. Everything had to be perfect, and she had to take him by surprise so that he wouldn’t find some way to talk himself out of what she had planned. There was no doubt in her mind that he would try to keep from doing something he thought was wrong or dishonorable. In spite of what she knew of him, Cindy knew that the time was right. She was eighteen now, and legal in every sense of the word. Mama had been gone a long time, and she wasn’t coming back. Cindy was here, and she needed James; she was convinced that he needed her just as much as she needed him.
Cindy always kept a spotless house, and the dinner she had planned was easy to prepare. She opened two bottles of James’ favorite wine, one white, and one rose’ to go with the different courses. It was a light dinner, but it was delicious, exotic, and easy to make. Glancing at the kitchen clock, she realized th
at there was little time before daddy was due home, and she rushed upstairs for a quick shower and to change into the expensive little nothing that was all she intended to wear tonight-and she didn’t intend to wear it for long.
When Cindy came downstairs she opened the windows, dimmed the lights, and lit candles all over the living and dining rooms. There was soft music from the stereo, and she entertained herself calmly by watching the evening breeze blow the sheers in the windows until she heard James’ car door shut. She met him at the door.
He was stunned. There was no other way to describe James’ emotion when Cindy opened the front door and threw herself into his arms. Her lush lips parted and brushed against his own. The fragrance of fresh blossoming honeysuckle was in her hair and on her skin. Her long blonde hair hung to her waist in the candlelight, and the sheer blue peignoir covered only her bare skin. He could see her tiny breasts and miniscule nipples clearly through the sheer blue fabric, and he could see just as clearly that there was no hair on her mound. Her kiss and her breath were incredibly sweet.
Cindy’s forefinger went to his lip to shush him as she led him inside and seated him at the table. She sat in his lap as she fed him bits of oyster and steak au poivre interspersed with sips of wine and pieces of steamed asparagus. Her every movement was like a caress, her voice soothing. James was overwhelmed.