Stacy's Dad Has Got It Going On

by Giselle Renarde

  “Hey, I never said old!” Eric grabbed her tits as she hopped on one foot. She was laughing when he asked, “Your ankle’s still hurting?”

  “Yeah, yeah. No big deal.”

  “Well, it could be a big deal. If it’s broken or sprained…”

  “It isn’t broken or sprained. I just twisted it. It’s a little tender. No big deal!”

  He looked like he was going to keep arguing, so Savannah skipped the teasing phase of his seduction and went straight for his dick. He gasped as she urged its supple skin toward her body. When he leaned against the tiles, she lifted her leg so he could hold her just under the knee. That was her compromise: if he was so worried about her tender little ankle, he could keep her leg elevated. Of course, this action seemed to give Eric other ideas, and before she could rethink her last move, he’d spun forty-five degrees and pinned her to the wall.

  Savannah’s breath laboured as she looked up into Eric’s steel blue eyes. His hair was soaked and slicked back. Droplets ran down his scruffy cheeks, and he blew water away from his soft pink lips. The shower flow washed the soap from his erection as Savannah rubbed it with rough affection.

  She pulled on his cock and his body came with it. Holding her left leg over his forearm, he brought her in close. The sensation of his nakedness against hers filled her heart with an unexpected sense of intimacy. Her nipples were already hard with anticipation, and her whole body squealed with delight he pressed his soapy chest to hers. She wasn’t even sure whether he kissed her or she kissed him, but Savannah found herself wrapped in an inescapable embrace.

  She pushed back against the wall and planted her foot firmly on the tub floor. The last thing she wanted to do was slip again, and with all this water and soap, it would be only too easy. With one arm encircling Eric’s neck, she held tight to his surprisingly strong shoulder. He stood up straight and erect as she set his cockhead at against her pussy. There was more wetness built up between her two legs than there was water tumbling from the showerhead—at least that’s how it seemed when she eased her hips forward to invite Eric inside.

  The big plastic toy in Savannah’s sock drawer could fill her up, sure, but it never made her feel like this! Eric’s cock was hot, firm, and moving like an ambitious demon inside of her. A feeling of intense sexual connection soared through her body. It made her feel even warmer than the shower water, or the steam filling the bathroom. The sensation was centralized in her pussy, but she could feel him everywhere.

  As Eric held her leg up and thrust into her, Savannah gazed down past her wet tits and hard nipples. She was instantly transfixed by the vision of his hard cock surging toward her and disappearing into her body. It was like she swallowed him up, and then he emerged again. She’d devour him, but he’d come back. God, she wanted to thrust her hips forward at him every time he plunged inside her pussy, but with one leg held aloft and the other doing its damnedest to keep her upright, she didn’t have much range of motion.

  Eric was full of surprises. He said, “Hold on tight.” When she’d grabbed hold of his neck, he lunged down and wrapped his arm around her right thigh.

  Savannah gasped as he swept her off her feet. “How are you doing this?” A giggle rose in her throat. “Oh my god, Eric, I thought your back was hurting you. Put me down before you kill yourself!”

  He pinned her to the wall. “You know how they say a mother can accomplish any feat of strength of protect her child?”

  Savannah watched his gaze turn to steel. “Uh-huh.”

  He squeezed Savannah’s ass cheeks with both hands as he moved his fat dick in slow circles, stirring her pussy juice like a witch’s brew. “Well, a man can accomplish any feat of strength if it means getting laid.”

  Savannah laughed, but not for long. Pressing her back against the tile as she clung to him, Eric thrust his hips and his whole body came along for the ride. His cock rode up so far inside Savannah’s pussy she felt an explosive pang in her core even before Eric’s chest met her tits. A shriek shot past her lips before she could conceal it. When she cried out in combined agony and ecstasy, Eric growled and thrust again. Maybe he liked that kind of reaction. Maybe it reinforced in his mind how big his cock was, and how much it could hurt a girl if he wasn’t careful. All Savannah could do to fend off the twinge of his rebellious propulsions was clamp her pussy muscles down against his firm cock. That made him growl too. Now he had to thrust harder to get deep inside, because her pussy muscles were clinging to his dick the way adoring fans clung to rock stars. She presented him with a challenge, and he rose to the occasion.

  Water splashed between them as their bodies slapped together. Savannah’s pussy must have expanded to let him in, because now when he drove his cock up deep inside her pussy, it didn’t hurt at all. Her toes met the shower curtain as he impelled her with his dick again and again. The tighter she clung to him with her pussy, the harder he pummeled her with that monster. Sheepishly letting go of his neck with one hand, she brought her big breast to his mouth and teased his lips with her nipple. At first, he would let it inside his mouth. He was a damn tease. The man wouldn’t even lick it until she told him to. “Suck my tit,” she demanded in a tone even more harsh than she’d intended. “Suck it, bitch.”

  She felt his cock surge inside her body as she degraded him, and when he took her nipple in his mouth a bolt of lightning struck down straight through her core and electrified her clit. Now they seemed unsteady, and Savannah wrapped her arm around Eric’s shoulder to keep from tumbling down under the shower’s cascade. “God, I want you to come!” she cried as he trapped her nipple between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue. She wanted him to come because she wanted to come, and that moment of masculine bliss coupled with the mental picture of white-hot jizz shooting from his cockhead, always sent her hurdling into orgasm.

  “Come,” she chanted in his ear. “Come, Eric, come!”

  He grunted, wrapped his arms more firmly around her ass, and ploughed her with his dick. Either his erection was getting bigger by the second, or Savannah’s pussy was getting tighter, because he felt huge when he fucked her. And she told him so! “Fuck, Eric, your cock feels like a monster inside my little snatch.” Her words turned her on. Saying them turned her on. In fact, right now everything turned her on! “Fuck me, Eric. Fuck me hard until you come. I want your big prick to explode with jizz. Fill me up so full it drips from my snatch all night.”

  Letting her breast fall from his mouth, Eric lunged at Savannah’s neck and sucked as he pummeled her pussy. The sensation almost tickled her enough to squirm out of his arms, but she kept herself from laughing by picking up the chant. “Come, Eric, come!” His groans grew higher in pitch the more she chided him. “Come on, you little bitch. I want to feel my pussy full of jizz. You’ve gotta do it for me, Eric. You’ve gotta come!”

  Ramming her body against the tile, Eric impelled her with his cock. He released one Chihuahua-like yelp and then held his body, and hers, absolutely still beneath the shimmering cascade. Closing her eyes, she visualized cum surging from the gleaming pink tip of his dick and filling her pussy with hot cream. It made her feel warm inside, from her pelvis all the way up to her chest. She kissed his wet hair again and again, until he lifted his lips to hers. They’d started off by kissing, and now they were finishing off the same way. As he set her down, he said, “That was incredible,” and what could she do but agree? Savannah would never take another shower without feeling dirty.

  Chapter Twelve

  “Are you sleepy?” Eric asked as he pulled on his pajama bottoms.

  Savannah sat on the couch and watched with a certain amount of relief as Eric’s shrinking dick disappeared beneath a layer of flannel. Penises were eminently more attractive before sex than after. She had to laugh at his use of the word “sleepy.” If she’d answered yes, indeed, she was “sleepy,” what would he have done? Put her in a bonnet and a baby onesie and tucked her into her crib? “Sleepy” was the kind of word you used with children, not with adul
ts…and certainly not with adults you’d just fucked in the shower!

  “I’m exhausted,” she chuckled as he pulled on his white cotton T-shirt. His nipples were hard underneath it, and even their faint pink hue showed through the lightweight fabric. “How could I not be tired after all that physical exertion? You really wore me out.”

  “Do you want to go to bed, then?”

  “Not yet,” she said, trampling his words.

  He trampled back, “I was just thinking, if Stacy’s going to be out all night, we could just as easily sleep together.” Shifting in beside her on the couch, Eric launched an arm around her shoulder. He kissed that unequalled spot just below her ear as he traced a single finger down the inside of her terrycloth robe. If her nipples hadn’t already been erect in anticipation, they certainly would be now! His hand entered her robe through the slit in the front and cupped her naked breast unseen. “Is your bed big enough for two?” he asked.

  “You know it is,” she cooed, breathtaken by his lips on her neck and his fingers pinching her tits. “And you know you’re welcome to share it,” she went on, “but I get the feeling you’ll be leaving sooner rather than later, and I want to maximize our time. Fuck now, sleep after.”

  Eric growled as he pulled one eager breast out in the open. Savannah sighed as he kissed his way down her neck. She closed her eyes, shaking the towel from her wet hair, and only opened them again when she realized Eric’s lips were no longer touching her flesh. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

  Looking down over the back of the couch, he said, “You’re not going to leave your wet towel on the floor, are you? That moisture will get into the carpet and you’ll end up with mold, spores, respiratory disease…well, you’re the biologist. You know what I’m talking about.”

  Savannah stared into Eric’s eyes with a big smile on her lips, until she realized he was serious. “Okay, grandpa, I’ll pick it up.” The second her left foot met the floor, a searing pain shot through her leg. “God damn it!” she cried, grasping the couch and hopping on her right foot. “Oh, I forgot about that.”

  “You sit back down,” Eric said, rising to grab the towel himself. “I’m so sorry, Savannah. To tell the truth, I’d forgotten about your ankle. I guess the warmth from the shower didn’t do its job, huh?”

  “Well, it did to start out with,” she replied as he hung the towel in the bathroom. “It worked well enough that I could forget about the pain for a couple minutes, but now I guess it’s back.”

  He stood outside the bathroom with his arms crossed in front of his chest. “I can take you to the hospital if you want me to.”

  Savannah moaned internally. “No, Eric.” She just wanted to say his name. “No, I’m fine. Seriously. Just…” Though it rested in the periphery, the bag on the coffee table caught her eye. “Hey, I totally forgot about those Lucy DVDs you picked up. Why don’t we watch a few episodes, huh?”

  A smile grew across Eric’s lips, and he raced back to her side. “I bought candy too!” he cried, tearing into the bag and pulling out chocolates and gummies and microwave popcorn.

  “Looks like you’ve covered all the bases,” Savannah chuckled. “Sweet, salty, and chocolate. These would be my three main food groups, if I let myself be bad.”

  Eric raised an eyebrow as he opened up the box of popcorn. “You mean you’ve yet to let yourself be bad tonight?”

  With a sneaky nod, Savannah picked up the veritable bucket of gummy worms.

  “Give me some warning when you do decide to be bad,” Eric went on. “I might need artificial resuscitation.”

  She tore the plastic lid off the container of gummies, lifted one to her mouth, and summoned it inside with her tongue. When Eric looked sufficiently aroused, she bit the worm and smiled. “Don’t worry, sugar. I think I know how to bring you back to life.”

  Had Savannah ever in her life called somebody “sugar?” It sounded so Blanche Dubois. So not biology-geek Savannah. But what difference did it make, really? If she could turn Eric on just by sucking on a piece of candy, why not do it? He’d be gone soon anyway. It’s not like she’d have to keep up the sex-goddess show forever. Besides, it was refreshing to be around someone who looked at her in awe, even if she was just wearing her ankle-length terry cloth robe. She was glad to give Eric some relief after his wife had cheated on him and made him feel so rotten about himself. And a couple good fucks would go easier on Eric’s liver than all the drinking he’d probably do if she wasn’t around to entertain him. She could tell he felt good about himself with her, and that made her feel good about herself in turn. So what if he was married? This little encounter was good for everyone. That’s what Savannah would keep telling herself every time that stupid little guilt voice spoke up at the back of her head. “Savannah, what are you doing? This isn’t right. Eric is married! He’s Stacy’s dad. What would she say if she knew? This is all wrong, wrong, wrong…”

  Eric put a bag of popcorn in the microwave before setting a DVD in the player. “I like the early episodes best—the ones before little Ricky comes along.”

  “Yeah, kids spoil TV shows,” she said. Pushing Mr. Guilt-Voice out of her mind, she tried to think up other examples, but her brain seemed to be offline. “Hey, did you know when this show was first made they couldn’t say the word ‘pregnant’ on television?”

  “Did I know that?” Eric laughed as the menu came up on the screen. “I’m surprised you knew that. This is my generation’s TV programming, after all, not yours.”

  Savannah didn’t like that Eric would make a statement like that, explicitly attempting to make her feel young and foolish. Or maybe he didn’t intend it that way. Maybe she was reading too much into things. “Well, I watched it when I was little,” she replied, “so I feel like it belongs to me too. Anyway, doesn’t any classic TV show or movie or song or whatever belong to ‘the generations,’ and not just ‘a generation?’ I mean, some things are timeless.”

  “I suppose you’re right about that.” Eric gazed at the DVD remote for a moment, but he had to bring it in close to his face before he could find the button he was looking for. As he squinted at the controller, the wrinkles around his eyes became apparent to Savannah for the first time. Suddenly she felt weird about all this. He hadn’t looked it from the outset, but Eric really was old, wasn’t he?

  Lucy’s familiar theme music chimed through the speaker system, but Savannah was still calculating. How old was Eric, exactly? If he and whatever his wife was called had Stacy at twenty, they might only be in their early forties now. A consoling thought. But that was unlikely, wasn’t it? Eric and Stacy’s mom were both educated with good jobs, which meant they probably didn’t settle down until they were a little older. But even if Eric was fifty, did that really matter? Stacy said other college girls at the bar were flirting with him that first night they went out. Obviously Savannah wasn’t the only woman in the world attracted to him. Another consoling thought.

  Just as Savannah settled back and put her foot up, the microwave dinged to tell them popcorn was ready. “You stay put,” Eric said. His back cracked as he rose from the couch and he groaned faintly. “Do you want something to drink? Well, not alcohol, obviously. I remember you don’t drink that.”

  “Pop would be good. I’ll just keep going with the sugar food group until I fall into a diabetic coma.”

  For a moment, she watched him open and close cupboards, obviously looking for something—probably a bowl to dump the popcorn into—but for some reason she didn’t feel inclined to help him find it. As she watched him roaring through her kitchen in his pajamas, she felt perplexed about something, but she wasn’t sure what or why.

  When he returned with her soda glass and a big bowl of popcorn, Eric looked inexplicably young again. A sense of embarrassed relief came over Savannah, and she smiled in spite of herself. “Did you also know,” she asked, “that up until Lucy and Ricky, no other married couple had slept in the same bed on a TV show? All those other black-and-white TV couples slept in
twins like Bert and Ernie.”

  Eric laughed and sat down beside her on the couch. “Oh, Savannah, sweetheart, did you bump your head when you fell?”

  There was deep concern seated in his gaze, and it puzzled Savannah. “What do you mean?”

  Kissing her forehead, he said, “We had this very same conversation the first night I was here.”

  That was true, wasn’t it? Her forgetfulness made her cringe. Maybe he was wondering if she was losing it, or plotting to take her to the hospital to have her head examined. “Anyway,” he chuckled, “you’d better stop asking these questions or I’m liable to tell you about a time before there were TVs in every household.”

  “Oh, come on,” she said as he wrapped a deliciously warm arm around her shoulder. With a mouthful of fake-buttery popcorn, she went on, “You aren’t really that old.”

  He wriggled his eyebrows. “Aren’t I?”

  Her stomach sunk a little as she snapped off a piece of the chocolate bar Eric passed to her. Had she told him she loved the kind with almonds and toffee? She couldn’t recall. Maybe they just happened to like the same kind of chocolate. That was a pleasant thought. And, hey, what difference did age make? It wasn’t like they were getting married or anything.

  Cuddling in against Eric’s shoulder, she smiled and snacked and watched Lucy on TV. It’d been so long since she’d spent this kind of time with a guy. Her most recent boyfriend had been such a go-getter with no time to sit down and veg. He was always up and doing things: socializing, running, working, networking, For him, sitting on the couch in front of the boob tube was a waste of time, even if it was time spent with Savannah. Eric’s obvious desire to be around her doing nothing in particular made her feel special.

  “Stacy’s mom always thought my TV shows were stupid.”

  Savannah’s stomach plunged and she felt her arms go stiff. She knew exactly which road they were headed down. Of course, listening to Eric talk about all his relationship stuff was the sensitive thing to do, but she really didn’t know how to respond. She pushed an “Oh” out of her mouth, but even that was a challenge.