50 SHADES of EROTICA: Mega Collection of 50 Erotic Stories (37 page)

Susan Anderson stopped her frenetic gobbling long enough to beg.  “Cum in my mouth Chuck, give it to me baby!”  Her mouth enveloped the entire length of his cock, her lips encircling the base of the thick stalk and her cheeks sucking in.  Chuck’s hips thrust upwards almost viciously as Susan screamed as well as she could with her mouth stuffed full of pulsing cock.  Thick streams of gooey white cum leaked around the seal formed by her lips.

Joan stared at Chuck’s naked body and his huge cock.  Her knees trembled and the dampness between her thighs turned to wetness.  Helplessly, her fingers reached her clit and she came when she touched it.  Weakly, she walked slowly back down the stairs and outside to where her mom was still sitting.  “OK, she moaned, “tell me what’s going on.”

“Chuck and I met at a swing party,” Sylvia said calmly, sipping at her beer.  Joan’s lay untouched on the table.  “We never got out of the lifestyle.  It keeps our marriage fresh, sex is fun, and we rarely argue.  Half of all marriages fail in the first ten years in this country; ours is still going strong.  If I had a case to make, I’ve made it…but I would hope that I’ve raised you to be less judgemental than that.”

“I’m not judging anything,” Joan said, “I’m trying to wrap my brain around the idea of you and Daddy fucking around like this…and
seeing
it was a hell of an introduction to the fact that my parents are swingers.”  Her voice got smaller, more timid.  “What did you mean when you said he might decide to seduce me himself?”  It was weakly phrased, but Sylvia was wiser than her daughter.

“You’re far more brash when it comes to questioning
my
behavior Joan,” Sylvia said with a wicked smile, “but if you’re asking me if it’s all right to fuck your stepfather, I’ll tell you the same thing I told him the first time the issue came up:  that decision is between the two of you, it’s not really up to me.”  She leaned forward and kissed Joan softly on her cheek.  “If it’s a help, I don’t have any designs on you myself.”

“Mom!” Joan said in shock, “I’ve never been with a girl.”

“More’s the pity,” Sylvia said, “You don’t know what you’re missing.  I would have thought you and Patty…”

“Patty?” Joan sputtered.

“I’m sorry, I thought after all those sleepovers and campouts you would have known.”

“Known
what
?” Joan asked, in shock again.  Sylvia just looked at her daughter.  “I think I need a nap,” Joan said, “and I need some time to think.” She got up slowly from the table and took the back stairs to her bedroom.  As she closed her own bedroom door, she heard Susan Anderson call out gaily to her mother.  There was a murmur of conversation and a burst of laughter.  Joan was too confused to think about what they were saying. 
Patty?
Joan was wondering now if her mother knew from personal experience.

In spite of the monstrous change in her thinking, Joan’s mind kept coming back over and over to two things.  The first was her first unforgettable view of her Daddy’s huge cock being gobbled by the lady who used to give her cookies and lemonade on hot summer days, and the second was of her mother saying ‘the decision is between the two of you.’

A flash of raw passion flooded her as she imagined herself, naked and kneeling over Daddy’s rock hard abs, taking that huge glans in between her parted lips… The orgasm surprised her, raising her hips up off the bed and caused her thighs to part in invitation to an imaginary lover. The tremors had barely subsided when she heard the quiet knock at her bedroom door.

“Joan?” Chuck called out, opening the door a tiny bit.

“Yes Daddy?” she called back weakly, her thighs trembling again and her nipples so rigid they hurt.

“Mom said you were home,” he said, coming to her bed and sitting beside her, “ and she told me what you saw.”  Joan sat up and hugged him tightly, feeling the pleasure/pain of her nipples pushing against his chest.  The pressure caused her to cum again, and Chuck was no idiot, he knew she had cum.  He looked at her with a raised eyebrow.  “Are you sure?” he whispered.  He hadn’t asked the question, but she knew what the question was.

Joan lay back in the bed, and slowly unbuttoned her shirt, pulling it aside to expose the lacy bra encasing her small but perfectly formed breasts.  Chuck put his big hand on her bare flat belly with his fingers splayed and Joan’s blue eyes rolled up in her head as she shivered at his touch.  “Daddy…” she whispered, his name sweet on her lips.  It was a plea, and he answered it.  His hand rose slowly to the clasp on the front of the sheer bra and unfastened it, peeling it back to expose her pale breasts and the rosy, turgid nipples.  He took one nipple between a big thumb and forefinger and squeezed, causing her to gasp with pleasure.  He bent to take the other nipple into his mouth, swirling the tip of his tongue over the nubbin and biting gently with his white teeth…which made her cry out.

She had no idea how long he toyed with her, and she didn’t care. They had entered their own private world now.  Time stood still and nothing else mattered.  Everything centered on her chest now, and she thrust it upwards to make it easier for his mouth and fingers to work their magic on her willing body.

Joan’s hands, having nothing else to do, picked and pushed at her jeans and panties and somehow they were off and on the floor.  Her knees rose up and then parted, slowly and very wide.  Her hips rose and fell in a slow, suggestive rhythm, begging silently to be touched and caressed. Chuck’s lips and tongue traced a wet path down her belly to her navel, sparking the fire between her slim thighs.  “Oh Daddy,” she gasped.  Unable to stand it any longer, she put one hand in his black wavy hair and pushed him towards the juncture of her thighs. He licked around the trimmed ‘landing strip’ she had shaved around on her pubic mound and she was begging out loud now.  “Please Daddy, please!”  His head dipped and his wet tongue lapped the outside of her now puffy labia and her hips went into overdrive.

A simple twist of his head accomplished what she wanted and her legs splayed lewdly, offering her open pussy up for him to feast on.  She began to shriek, each shriek accompanied by a jerk of her hips until her shriek became a continuous wail.

Chuck held her close until she regained her breath. His cock was swollen in the confinement of his pants and Joan could feel it pulsing against her hip.  It was too much temptation!  She twisted in Chucks arms until her lips were inches from his own.  “I watched Mrs. Anderson suck your dick Daddy.”

“I know baby, I heard.”

“I want to see it,” she whispered.  She urged him to stand by the bed.  “Show it to me.”

Chuck unzipped his pants, pushing them and his boxer shorts down around his ankles and kicking them to the floor.  Joan reached out and grasped his swollen penis, stroking him and watching in awe as the loose skin slid to cover and uncover the head of it.   A clear drop of precum rose to the tip and her delicate pink tongue flicked out and captured it. It really didn’t have much taste to it, and Joan smacked her lips before putting the whole head inside her mouth.  The image of the thick creamy fluid leaking from Susan Anderson’s mouth shot through Joan’s mind and she closed her eyes.  She would find out for herself if the thick stuff tasted different…more than anything she wanted to give Daddy as much pleasure as he had given her.  “You want to cum in my mouth just like you did Mrs. Anderson’s, don’t you Daddy.

Chuck reached down and lifted her up, bringing her face close to his own.  “I want to do everything that you want to try baby girl…but there’s one thing I want right now more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life.”  He was breathing heavily as he laid her back on the bed and poised his thick cock at the entrance to her wet and puffy pussy.  “I want to fuck you…’

Joan wrapped her arms around her Daddy’s neck and her eyes widened as he penetrated her for the first time.  “Oh Daddy,” she breathed, happier than she had ever been before.  “Fuck me!”

HE'S GOT YOUR BACK

SYNOPSIS:

Terri isn’t sure she wants to go to college.  Her immature body and her mother’s disapproval have all but destroyed any identity that Terri had developed over the years.  There are things Terri must learn before she can confidently go out into the world…the question is whether Stepfather James can teach her.

Her mother had long ago given up on Teri. Who had given up on herself even before her mother had.

Teri was due to leave home for college at the end of the summer and she had no desire to go at all.  The only person in the house who really cared one way or the other was her stepfather James.

Teri’s body had not matured the way other girls had.  She was tiny, only a tad over four feet tall, and her breasts were more like risings on her flat chest.  She had the beginnings of mature curves because of her narrow waist and flat belly, but even the hair beneath her arms and over her pubic mound had stubbornly refused to grow.  The doctors had been telling her for years to be patient, that sooner or later her endocrine system would kick in and she would begin to grow. Teri had spent many bitter and tearful nights praying for it to happen, but here she was, eighteen and poised to start college and she looked younger than the twelve year olds down the block.

Sondra, her mother, had been a cheerleader, the Homecoming Queen, Class President, Prom Queen, and winner of every other imaginable popularity and beauty event at Lincoln High, the same high school where Teri had graduated in total obscurity.  Sondra was remembered fondly by most of the teachers…and Teri believed that she was compared negatively with her mother every single day.  That was only partially true, but that’s not the perception that Teri had.

“Dammnit Sondra, she’s your daughter and she needs your support and love. Why do you insist on snubbing her?” James was more than pissed.  He had watched his wife treat Teri as a disappointment instead of a daughter for years, while he had been delighted at Teri’s intellect and her emotional maturity.  As far as he was concerned, Teri was very special.

“James, you can’t possibly understand what it’s like to face my friends.  Teri hasn’t accomplished a single thing in school her whole life!”

James was incredulous.  Teri was a member of the National Honor Society, had never received less than an ‘A’ in any subject since he and Sondra had married ten years before, and had received awards from everyone from the Rotary Club to the Elks Club.  “I don’t understand you Sondra…”

“You certainly don’t,” Sondra screamed at him, “and if you think I’m going along on this two week vacation trip with you to talk her into wasting her time going to college you’re completely full of shit.”  In a rage at James’ defense of her mousy daughter (and at herself for being so unreasonably angry,

Sondra wasn’t a total monster) she stalked off to her private study.  When she got there, she placed her head on her arms and cried.

James knocked on Teri’s door and entered. Her puffy tear stained face told him all he needed to know about whether she had heard her mother’s unreasoning tirade.  “Baby, she doesn’t mean it…”

“Yes she does Daddy,” Teri said soberly, “I’m not sure exactly why, but she wanted to relive her life through me and I disappointed her.”  She shook her head.  “What I don’t understand is why?  She had all those things herself, all the glory, all the crowns, everything!  Why would she so desperately need to do it again through me?” Teri’s unusual gray eyes focused on his.  “I’m sorry Daddy, I didn’t mean to spoil your vacation.” The tears threatened again.

James took her into his arms and held her so close he could hear her racing heart.  “You haven’t ruined a damned thing Teri, we’re going to the islands whether your mother comes or not.”

Teri’s budding breasts pressed against his chest, her heart pounding, and a tingling between her legs she had heard described but never felt before.  She knew she loved her Daddy, but this was something more, something…dangerous.

The big plane landed at Princess Julianna International Airport, and the landing was a little scary because of the short runway.  Teri was pushed forward against her seat belt as the reverse thrusters kicked in immediately upon touchdown.  James grinned at her from his seat next to hers and she grinned back.  Maybe this vacation wouldn’t be a total loss, Daddy seemed happy enough.

The villa was a private one, owned by one of James’ business friends, and every dismal thought Teri had experienced in the last month or so disappeared in the fantasy land that was Saint Thomas.  The yard, surrounded by a high privacy fence, was filled with colorful plants and birds, and the villa itself was magnificent.  There was a pool with a cabana, a hot tub surrounded by sweet smelling honeysuckle…and her bedroom!  Her bedroom was a dream of white furniture, and billowing white sheer curtains hanging from the ceiling around the soft bed.