Ouch! He Feels So Good! The Complete Collection (Taboo Erotica) (2 page)

They’d
been best friends since fourth grade, when Tara’s family first moved in down
the street.  Each of the girls made friends easily enough, but the two of them
shared a special bond.  Part of that bond was having a similar sexual
curiosity.  They could share with each other things that they wouldn’t dare say
to anyone else.  The darkest, filthiest thoughts imaginable – things that would
shock or repulse others – made them squeal and giggle with delight.

Their
earliest sexual experiences were with one another.  Knowing that boys liked
girls who were good kissers, they practiced those skills on each other.  The
results were so pleasing that they grew bolder, progressing to French kissing
and, eventually, to long make-out sessions that had each of them feverishly
clawing at the other’s body.  They discovered relief in mutual masturbation
sessions, making each other come as they kissed and, later, going down on each
other.

Neither
girl considered herself to be a lesbian; other girls didn’t make them hot.  It
was just a private part of their special friendship.  As they grew older, it
made sense to continue with what had earlier been inquisitiveness.  Not only
did they enjoy it, but they reasoned that by satisfying each other, they could
avoid all of the complications like pregnancy, diseases and a bad reputation
that might arise from heterosexual relationships.

Despite
Tara’s eager oral work-out, Cameron was having trouble concentrating.  She scooted
up on the bed, disengaging from Tara.  She reached out her arms to her friend,
who moved up into Cameron’s arms.

“I’m
sorry, Cam, I thought you were in the mood,” Tara said.

“It
was really, really good, Tara” Cameron replied, kissing.  “I just have
something on my mind.”

“Your
dad”? Tara guessed correctly.

“I
just feel so sorry for him.  He’s sitting home alone, and he knows that I’ll be
going off to college soon and then he won’t have anyone.”

“I
know what you mean,” Tara sympathized.  “But maybe it’ll be a good thing, too. 
Maybe he’ll turn into a swinging middle-aged bachelor.  He’ll buy a flashy car
and pick up younger chicks.  He’ll be swimming in pussy and hammering away at
them with his big, thick cock!”

Cameron
sat up quickly.  “How do you know my dad’s cock is big and thick?”

“You
told me!” Tara shot back.  “You said you used to see his cock fall out of his
boxers or his robe, and it was huge!  You said you used to peek under his
covers at night with a flashlight!”  Tara laughed as Cameron grabbed a pillow
and hit her with it.  Tara continued her teasing.  “He’s probably going through
your drawers right now, sniffing your panties while he strokes his big dick.   I
bet he even pulls your dirty undies from the hamper and sniffs the crotch!”

Cameron
sat on Tara’s chest, pinning her on her back.  “You are such a pig.  I don’t
know why I let you lick my pussy with that mouth!”

“’Oh,
Cameron, I wish you were home so I could fuck you right now with my big dick
and make my little girl cry.’”  Cameron put both hands over Tara’s mouth, but
she could still hear her taunting.  ”Oh, daddy, it’s too big!  Ow, ow, daddy,
it’s tickling my ribs!”

“Shhh,
your folks will hear,” Cameron whispered.  She appeared to brush off Tara’s
taunts, but Tara had hit a nerve, articulating thoughts that Cameron could
never share, not even with her best friend.  Now she was hornier than ever. 
“Are you going to finish what you started or what?”

“See? 
You just needed to lighten up.  Are you ready for the Big Boys now?”  Tara
leaned over and pulled a gym bag out from under the bed.

“Yes,
and give me the blindfold.”  Tara handed her the blindfold and Cameron put it
on.  The blindfold was a critical part of the girl’s sex arsenal.  They used it
for role play games:  blind girl and tutor; teacher & student, captor and
captive.  Cameron had a specific fantasy she wanted to explore now that would
benefit from a lack of visual stimulation.

“Which
do you want”: Tara asked, leading Cameron’s hand to the gym bag?  Cameron
reached in and felt the various sex toys.  She found the one she wanted:  the
largest in the collection.  She held it out to Tara.

“The
Jungle Warrior, eh?” Tara chuckled.

“Shhh!”
Cameron whispered.  “No more talking.”  She rolled over on her front and laid
her head in her arms.

“Oh,
yeah,” Tara whispered excitedly.  “From the back, eh?  It works for me.  I love
looking at your ass when we fuck.”  Tara stroked Cameron’s cheeks and pinched
them with what she referred to as her “lobster claws”.

Cameron
ignored her.  This position would allow her to concentrate better.  Her
thoughts drifted the way they did this afternoon at the pool, or almost every
night before she fell asleep.  It was always the same fantasy.  She’s alone in
her bed, the door opens, and the mattress shifts from the weight of another
person sitting beside her.

She
recognized the sound of the adhesive bands tearing as Tara adjusted the
tightness of the strap-on.  She heard wet, sucking sounds as Tara liberally
applied lubricant on the dildo.  An oily hand parted Cameron’s thighs and a
finger traced her lips and then slipped inside her.  The finger gently threaded
around in her insides.  She felt less friction as the lubricant warmed and
coated her vagina.  The finger withdrew and trailed up along her ass crack,
making little circles around her anus.

In
her fantasy, the mysterious figure on her bed leans down over her and kisses
her neck and shoulders.  Hands touch her hips and gently pull her panties down
to her thighs.  She smells the familiar aroma of her father.  The smell
instantly triggers her wetness.  His smell is unique to him, and this excites
her because he is the only man she wants.

Tara
slides the large dildo past her pussy lips.  She moves it back and forth, mere
fractions of motion, to work more of the lube into the tight cavity.  The dildo
is thick, and she doesn’t want to rush it.  She marvels at Cameron’s beauty as
she works the dildo in a little farther.  Even Cameron’s back is sexy, she
thought.  She could be a model.  Every part of her is perfect.

Cameron
feels Daddy’s large penis rubbing between her legs.  She wonders if she should
get up on her knees to accommodate him, and pull her panties down the rest of
the way to open wider for him.  Instead, she pretends to be asleep.  She
doesn’t want to scare him away, so she lies there.  Maybe he just wants to rub
it against her a little bit, but the teasing is unbearable.

Tara
sees Cameron’s ass moving along with the dildo, trying to capture it with her
pussy.  She is ready.  Tara leans in and sinks the appendage in slowly.  She
watches inch after inch disappear between the lips.  Four, thick inches of
length are buried in Cameron now; that’s enough.  Tara lowers her body onto
Cameron’s.  She kisses Cameron’s shoulders and the back of her neck, tasting
the sweet perspiration forming there.

Cameron
holds her breath as Daddy’s big sausage cock presses her lips farther and
farther apart, filling her pussy.  She tilts her ass up just a bit, to bring it
in deeper.  Now she is filled with his cock.  God, it’s so good.  She tries not
to move.  She just wants to feel it throbbing in her juicy cunt.  Daddy’s such
a gentle lover, taking his time, being careful not to hurt her with his big,
man cock.

Tara
rolls onto her side, bringing Cameron gently with her.  She bends Cameron’s leg
up and leans against the back of her thigh to gain better access to Cameron’s
cunt.  The sight of the black dildo moving in and out of Cam’s pussy makes Tara
more aroused, and she increases the rhythm and depth of her thrusts.  She
reaches out to squeeze some tit as she plows her pretty friend.  She grabs her
ass a couple of times, and pulls on her hair.  Cameron blindfolded always
drives Tara nuts.  With her eyes masked, Cameron’s nose, mouth and chin are
highlighted more prominently.  Tara wishes that she could kiss and bite those
lips while fucking her, but it isn’t possible in this position.  She takes
Cameron’s hand and places it between Cameron’s legs, moving their hands over
her clit, letting go when her friend maintains the movement herself.

Tara
moves back and allows Cameron’s leg to swing over her.  Now they’re in a
missionary position.  Tara fucks her slower, with long strokes, taking in
Cameron’s clenched teeth as she rubs herself.  Tara puts her hands under
Cameron’s knees and brings them up to her tits.  She leans into the back of
Cameron’s thighs and plunges deep into her pussy.  She fucks Cameron with fast,
short bursts, staying deep.  They rock together, stoking the building physical
pitch.

Cameron
reaches out and holds the shoulders above her.  She uses the shoulders as a
base to push her pussy onto the massive dick inside her.  Though she is on the
bottom, it is she who is controlling the rhythm and intensity; she is fucking
Daddy, not the other way around.  She breathes louder and louder as she
clenches the shoulders and rocks her body back and forth.  Faster and faster,
her body tensed and unstoppable till her desperate need is satisfied.  A moan
emitting from her throat grows louder, like a siren approaching, threatening to
turn into a full-throated scream.  Tara leans in and presses her hand over
Cameron’s mouth, continuing to move with her, thrust for thrust, until the
rocking slows, and Cameron’s body relaxes and sinks into the bed.

Cameron
pants, her stomach rising and falling as she catches her breath.  Her legs
twitch,   and the blood flow pulsates in her temples.  She tries breathing
through her nose to regain her composure.  Once she is able to breathe
normally, she takes off the blindfold and lets out a sigh.  “Whew!”

Tara
was smiling down at her.  “Where did you go, Cam?”

Cameron
smiles and closes her eyes, wishing she could go back there.  Back to that
private world with just her and Daddy.

End of Part (#1)

Ouch! He Feels So Good (#2)

Cameron’s
father was relieved to have the house to himself.  He couldn’t quite believe
what had happened between him and his daughter earlier.  Did she really sit
across from him, massaging her breasts?  Yes, she did.  Did she actually put
her hand around his rigid cock, albeit accidentally?  Yes, and not only was he
hard, but she must have known why.

He
was less certain about two other things.  What had he touched when his hands
were roaming over her body?  Definitely her ass, but had he touched her pussy? 
And did she really say, “It’s okay, I didn’t mind?”  Her response was so
casual, but to him it was a revelation of the highest order.

He
also wasn’t sure how much he was reading into her offer to keep him company. 
Little phrases she’d said kept coming back to him, whispered in a soft,
seductive voice. “There are a lot of things I can do for you, Daddy.  I’ll keep
you from being lonely.  We could have so much fun.  I’ll do anything!”  Had she
really said those things?  And did she say them in the way he was hearing them
now?

Fantasy
and reality were blurring, and it worried him.  He was afraid he might be
moving along a path that she hadn’t intended.  But what tore at him most was
the possibility that she was making her intentions clear, that she desired him,
but he was too afraid of the consequences to even consider it.  He knew that
his only regrets in life were the opportunities lost and the chances missed. 
This would be the greatest, riskiest chance of them all.

Or
the most damaging decision of his life, if he guessed wrong.

He
brought his laptop into the bedroom and set it on the bed.  Maybe it’s just an
eighteen-year-old girl thing, he argued, practicing their feminine wiles on an
easy target:  Daddy.  He did a search for “daddy daughter porn,” and was
surprised when the search found tens of thousands of sites.  Chris had long
enjoyed surfing for porn when he was alone in the office, or late at night, but
he’d never looked specifically for this niche.  Apparently, the father-daughter
fantasy was shared by many, many men.  In fact, there was an entire industry
devoted to it!

He
skipped through a few of the videos, but was disappointed.  Most featured
twenty-something porn stars decked out in plaid micro-skirts and pigtails,
trying to conjure an innocence they’d lost long ago, if they’d ever possessed
it at all.  Still, he took his dick out and absently-mindedly stroked himself,
while fast-forwarding with his other hand.  This wasn’t what he wanted, he
decided.  He put his dick back in his pants and got up from the bed.

God,
he felt like he was going stir-crazy.  He was obsessed.  Something stirred
inside him and wouldn’t let him go.  He knew what it was; he just didn’t know
how he could satisfy it.  Getting a nut wasn’t enough.  It was Cammy he wanted.

He
walked into her room without turning on the light.  Between the light from the
hall and the moon through her window, the room was adequately lit.  Look how
neat she keeps her room, he thought.  No worry about stepping through a bunch
of debris here.  He took a couple of steps, looking down at her bed.  He
imagined her lying there, sleeping.  He could almost picture her in a T-shirt
and panties, curled up on top of her sheet.  He pulled the spread back and
lowered his head, breathing in the smell of the pillowcase.  He closed his eyes
and could smell her hair.  He nibbled at the pillow, hoping for a taste of his
daughter’s hair, her skin.

His
hand crept along the mattress sheet.  This is where her shoulders rest.  He
leaned in and inhaled.  And this is where her sweet ass lies every night.  Does
she masturbate on this spot, grinding those tiny cheeks into the mattress as
she plays with herself?  Of course, she masturbates!  He pressed the tip of his
nose on the spot, a slight indentation in the mattress.  He hovered above it,
circling and sniffing, hungry for any trace of emission, of juice.  He could
smell her, but only faintly.  His dick was coiled in his underwear, thick with
blood.

He
pulled the spread back over, and lay down on her mattress, looking at the room
from her perspective.  What does she visualize when she fingers herself?  Does
she think about me, ever?  Or are her fantasies filled with boys from school,
or movie heartthrobs or rock stars?  He unzipped his shorts and tugged them
down to his thighs.  He reached into his boxers and freed his cock, wrapping
his hand around it  Are they romantic, unrequited visions, or does she
fantasize about being raped by a gang of boys, or seduced by a teacher?  Does
she fantasize about women?  She hardly ever goes on dates.  Is she a lesbian? 
I wouldn’t mind if she were.  I’d almost rather she were then to know that some
creep is porking my little girl!

His
eyes focused on something hanging on the doorknob of her closet.  Her
swimsuit!  He rose and pulled his boxers up, but let his shorts fall to the
floor.  The bikini top and bottom were still damp.  He held the top to his
face, sniffing the inside of the cups.  It was a chlorine smell, mostly, but
something else as well.  Sun tan lotion, but something else.  Yes, it was her,
her own scent, it was there.  He returned the top to the door knob and grabbed
the bottom.  The Holy Grail!  Reverently, he stretched the panties before him,
closed his eyes, and inhaled.  He sniffed every inch before he came to the
reinforced section of the crotch.  His mind raced, analyzing the mixture of
aromas.  Chlorine, very little lotion, a hint of sweat, and a slightly acrid,
tangy smell; her essence!

He
put the material in his mouth, and sucked at the moisture.  His hand reached
for his cock.  It was oozing copious amounts of pre-cum fluid, and his cock was
soon gliding with the slippery substance.  He was close.  He opened his eyes
and saw the racks of clothes hanging in her closet:  sweaters, blouses, the
dresses, and stockings.  A stream of images rushed through his mind:  Cameron
crossing her legs in this skirt; bending over in those tight, denim shorts;
cleavage peeking between the buttons of that blouse.  It all overwhelmed him
and he started to come.  He held the bikini bottom to his dick, pumping spurt
after spurt of semen into the panties, rubbing and smearing the cummed on
bikini around his cock.  His knees trembled, and he fell against the closet
wall, breathing heavily, his temples throbbing with blood.

Recovering,
he grabbed the top from the door.  He’d have to wash these.  Looking around the
room, he spotted the laundry hamper.  He opened the lid and saw it was full of
other clothes he could add to the load.  Lying on top of the heap were several
bras and panties. He felt his cock surge.  It was if he’d discovered a treasure
chest filled with artifacts which had graced Cameron’s most intimate places. 
He snatched up the hamper and tip-toed out of her room.

As
Cameron recovered from her orgasm, Tara snuggled up to her back.  Tara didn’t
have the heart to insist on reciprocation at just this moment, so she contented
herself with rubbing the strap-on against her own pussy.  The dildo was now
doubly slippery with both the lube and Cameron’s juices.

“Wow,
you’ve really got it bad for your dad, don’t you?” she asked softly.

Cameron’s
eyes opened wide.  “What are you talking about, Tara?”

“You
called out ‘Daddy’ at least twice when you came.”

“I
did not!” she protested indignantly.

“Well,
maybe you didn’t want to, but you did.  I heard you!  It’s okay, Cam; if my dad
was as hot as yours, I’d want to fuck him, too.”

Cameron
scooted away from Tara and stared straight ahead.  She was thankful that Tara
couldn’t see her face.  It was easier to deny an accusation than to look that
person in the eye, especially if what you said wasn’t true.

Tara
put her hand on Cameron’s shoulder.  “Cam, we’re best friends.  We don’t keep
secrets from each other.  Even if one of us tries to, the other knows what’s
going on.”  Her voice was quiet and calm.  “I don’t judge you like some folks
would.  I support whatever you want to do.  I’ll even help you, if I can.”

Cameron
turned around to face Tara, who continued.  “I understand why you’re
concerned.  Your dad was married to your mom for almost twenty years, right out
of high school.  She’s probably the only woman he ever loved.  And now that she
fucked him over with another guy, it’s not like he’s eager to start dating
other women.  He’s probably thinking he’ll never trust another woman in his
life.  So you’re all he has, the only person he trusts to have his best
interests at heart.  You can help him heal.”

Cameron
began to let her guard down.  She should have known better than to hide these
desires from her friend.  Her eyes started to tear up.  “But I’m not sure how
to make it happen.  What if he rejects me?  That would be so awful!”

“So
what if he rejects you?” Tara countered.  “That’s the worst that can happen,
right?  So you’re embarrassed for five minutes.  He’ll still love you.  He’ll
think it was just a lapse in judgment, you had a weak moment; some teenage,
hormonal thing.  Trust me: he’ll act like it never even happened.  Guys always
bury that awkward, emotional stuff way down deep.  So that’s the worst.

“On
the plus side, you know everything there is to know about him, you know he’s
vulnerable, you have no competition, and you live under the same roof.  Shit,
girl, you’ve got everything going for you!  Don’t change anything; just be your
natural, sexy self and be available.  Let him make the first move.  Sex is all
guys ever think about; they’re worse than we are.  Once you’ve planted the
seed, he’ll hand his brain over to his dick, and your work is done.”

“Thanks,
Tara,” she said, hugging her friend.  “I feel way better about it now.”

“Well,
you may feel better, but I’m still horny.  While you’re helping me out with
that, I’ll tell you my plan.”

Cameron
returned home the next day at noon.  Her dad was sitting at his desk in the
office/study.  “Hi, Daddy.  Has it been busy today?”

“Not
bad,” he said.  “A couple of people calling about service, and Mike is having
starter issues again with his truck.  Otherwise, I’ve just been playing on the
computer.  How was your sleepover?”

“We
had fun,” she said, setting her overnight bag on a chair.  She was wearing
white short-shorts and a red T-shirt, and her hair was pulled back in a
ponytail.  She looked younger than her eighteen years.

He
held up an order form.  “If you’re going to be around for a while, you could
take a look at this one call-in’s pool and give her a quote.  She sounded like
she preferred sooner rather than later.”

“Sure,
Dad,” she replied, walking over to where he sat.   She put her hand on his
shoulder.  “Why don’t you make some lunch and head over there, if you want. 
I’ll cover for you.  I just need to get a nap and a shower before the party,
but I’m not leaving till about 7:00.”

“Great. 
I’ll clock you in at noon, then.  And if you get a chance, could you take a
look at the computer?  I don’t know what’s going on with it, but it’s taking
forever to load pages.”

She
leaned in, looking at the screen and he pulled his chair back toward the wall
to give her room.  She clicked the mouse and opened a new tab, checking the
loading speed.  Chris couldn’t help but look her up and down.  Her shorts were
white, and when she bent over, they rode up just below her cheeks.  He leaned
forward a little and breathed in.

“Let
me get in here a little bit,” she said, and stepped over the wheels of his
chair.  Chris pushed the chair to the wall, giving her just enough space to
insulate herself between him and the desk.  She stood directly in front of his
knees, feet planted apart.  He felt his cock throb and tingle as it grew slowly
in his pants.  What I’d give to grab those hips and bend her over the desk!

“Scoot
up a bit, Daddy,” she said, looking over her shoulder.  He inched forward and
she sat down firmly on his crotch, wiggling slightly in his lap.  “Wow, it is
slow.  How long has it been like this?”

He
smelled her skin and hair, and felt the warmth of her back, barely hearing what
she said.  “How long has it been?” he asked.  “Oh, just late this morning, I
guess.  I don’t know anything about computers, you know that.  I wasn’t sure if
it was the problem or I was, but if you can do something about it, I’d
appreciate it.”

“Have
you downloaded anything recently?”