50 SHADES of EROTICA: Mega Collection of 50 Erotic Stories (31 page)

“Of course I cum when I masturbate Daddy,” she said, “but I don’t know about regular sex, you were the first.”  She hesitated, and then glanced lovingly up at him.  “Yours was the first cock I ever had in my mouth too.”  He wasn’t certain whether he was happy or horrified…he had felt no resistance and she had been positively dripping wet.

“Jesus Andrea, I’m flattered that you let me be the first, but don’t you think you should have tried someone closer to your own age first?

Andrea snuggled up to Todd, resting her head against his chest and touching his soft cock with her small hand.  “You felt good and you tasted good Daddy, and when I felt your hot salty spray on my tongue it was special.  I don’t know, it was kind of like the way they talk about drugs on TV.  As soon as I tasted you it was like I was hooked.” She bent down and softly kissed his cock.  “Mr Chalmers made me cum too, but it just wasn’t the same as it was with you…like it was weaker, more like it feels when I do myself with my fingers in my room.”

He was beginning to worry, and suddenly he realized just how much trouble he would be in if Phyllis knew Andrea had blown him.  There were a dozen women outside this arbor that he could do anything they would let him do and it wouldn’t jeopardize his marriage…and here he was sitting nude with an adoring stepdaughter.  The party suddenly rushed into his mind.  Quickly he made her dress and go back to her guests, though she really wanted to stay and suck her daddy again.

Andrea felt different as she entered her own house.  No one had seemed to notice that she had left, and the party was still going strong.  It wasn’t just her body that felt different, it was everything about her…she felt new, as if she were just starting her life.  She looked over and saw Billy Taylor slow dancing with another girl, his hand on her ass.  The girl kept slapping at his hand and moving it to her hip or her back, and Billy looked modestly discouraged.

Andrea reached up and loosened her long hair, shaking it out to fall around her  shoulders.  The big reading glasses came next, she put them on the counter.  She wore them all the time, but she only needed them for reading.  Next she unfastened the top three buttons of her blouse, but after looking around the room at the other girls, she unfastened two more.  When the music stopped, she approached Billy with a sly smile.  “You haven’t danced with the birthday girl yet.”

Billy was taken aback by this new version of Andrea, and he followed her meekly out into the hallway as someone put on a slow dance.  She reached over and flipped the light switch in the hall and she and Billy were dancing in semi darkness.

“You look different tonight Andrea,” Billy stammered.

“I am different tonight,” she murmured, her mouth close to his ear.  She pushed her boobs up tight against his chest, and she felt his dick rise to meet her thrusting hips. She felt Billy’s hand on her ass and she liked the feel of it.  She tugged at his other hand and brought it firmly up to cover her breast, and she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. Billy was a good kisser, she discovered, and once she had moved his hand to her breast he had no problems finding his way inside her blouse and bra. In seconds she had led him into her bedroom, and moments later she was naked on her bed with Billy’s cock lodged deep in her throat.  He was thrusting wildly and battering her lips a little, but Andrea didn’t care, this was amazing!

Billy didn’t last very long, and her pleasure wasn’t as long and drawn out as it had been with her daddy…but it was still good.  She let him fuck her because he seemed to want to, and she managed to help herself by jumping off his cock and taking him into her mouth as he came.

The party was over before her parents came back home, and her mother kissed her goodnight and headed straight for bed, where she collapsed. Andrea waited until she was certain her mother was asleep before she put on her old terry cloth robe and went downstairs.

She stood between Todd and the tv set, dropping her robe to the floor and standing before him naked.  “Daddy,” she whispered, “I think I’m addicted to oral sex.”  She moved to him on her knees and opened his fly, her hot breath on his cock.

“Baby, I’ve fucked so much it might take all night for me to cum again,” he said nervously.

“I know,” she smiled at him and took her daddy’s dick deep in her mouth
.  And I’m glad
she thought to herself.

Hot Little Slut

SYNOPSIS:

Eighteen year old Willow Carlson had no idea how much she would enjoy sex until she gave in and went “all the way” with her departing boyfriend Billy.  When the dam burst that held back her passion, the only male in its path was her stepfather Doug.  Oh well, at least he wasn’t her real dad…

Eighteen year old Willow Carlson lay on her bed naked, her long dark red hair draped over the hard belly of her boyfriend.  Her green eyes were riveted on his erection, which was pointed straight at her parted lips.  It was a new experience, being naked like this with a boy, and she was shivering with excitement.  Billy was naked too, and he was squirming too as her hot breath blew across his cock. 

They had been dating for two years, and his hands had her tits committed to memory.  Night after night he had held them in his hands, and his lips had sucked her nipples, and Willow could cum just from the feel of his mouth on them.

She had given him countless hand jobs and they had even gotten down to just the bottom of her swimsuit as they dry humped out at the lake…but she had never blown him and they hadn’t fucked.  Both of them wanted to, but neither had worked up the nerve.  Today was special for both of them.  Billy was enlisting in the Army and would be leaving for Basic Training before daylight the next morning.  It would be months before they would see each other again, if ever.  Willow had the distinct feeling that Billy wanted out of this dinky Colorado town, and that once he left he would never return.  The only living family he had left were his Aunt and Uncle in Florida, along with his cousins.  It really wasn’t important to her if he came back or not.  She was an eighteen year old virgin and she was facing a long, lonely summer on the ranch with her parents.  Her days as a virgin, she had decided, would end today.

It was an exciting first step, but the thought of putting the hard thing in her mouth was a little disgusting, she really wanted to feel it between her long slender legs…but this was something Billy had begged for and she felt that it was only fair that she give him what he wanted so badly in exchange for what she intended to have.  Taking a deep breath, she plunged her lips over the swollen and familiar tip of his six inch cock.

Willow was prepared to gag and spit out the clear fluid oozing from the slit in the tip, but she was surprised to find that it tasted vaguely of honeyed almonds. The thickness of his girth pressed against her tongue, and his skin was velvety soft over the hardness of his penis.  She made her tongue slither across the skin on the underside and she marveled at the reaction she got from Billy…she was utterly in control of him and a feeling of power surged through her young body as she realized she could make Billy do
anything
she wanted as long as she gave him this one simple thing that he desired so badly.  She
owned
him.

Billy’s sudden orgasm caught her by surprise, and she was angered at first when he grabbed her head and held her mouth down on his cock as he erupted in her mouth.  She was forced to swallow or drown, but the taste was not bad at all, it tasted like the precum she had tasted when she first took him into her mouth. When it was over, she lingered over his cock and licked up the dribbles and spills from her lips and his belly.  The second she had finished Billy was on his knees begging her to marry him.

Before this afternoon, Willow would have blindly accepted his proposal without a second thought, but the woman listening to him now was not the same timid girl who was listening to him now.  “Just fuck me Billy,” was the only answer she gave him. After all the imagining, all the giggling talk with the girls at school, and the embarrassing ordeal of “the talk” her mother had given her before her first date, losing her virginity had been as simple as that.  “Just fuck me Billy.”

When Billy was gone, Willow had lay naked in her room, her universe suddenly larger. There had been very little blood, she had been riding horses since she was a small child and her hymen had long since been torn.  Fucking had been fun, but it didn’t even come close to the feeling she’d gotten when she had so thoroughly dominated Billy with her mouth.  Sex and power combined can be an incredible aphrodisiac.  She looked out her bedroom window at the horse barn and outbuildings.  Her mother’s car wasn’t back yet, and her stepfather’s horse was not yet back in the corral.  There was no one around except the lean and taciturn Hank, a ranch hand who came and went with the wind.  Willow slipped on a tee shirt and a pair of athletic shorts and went down to the corral.  She left her bra and panties on the floor in her room.

Hank had the lean whipcord body of the career cowboy, and when Willow came across the yard he had it leaned comfortably against the barn.  He watched the slim beauty pad across the bare dirt with eyes narrowed against the sun.  She looked just like her mother had at eighteen, and Hank felt a moment’s nostalgia as he watched the sway of her hips and noticed the fullness of her small breasts against the thin cotton of her shirt.  He felt his cock stir in his jeans and wished he was young again.

“Hank, can you help me in the barn for a minute?” Willow asked.

“Sure Willow, I’ll be glad to,” he said as he entered the airy structure.  He didn’t see her at first, but he whirled when the barn door closed behind him and Willow was lifting her tee shirt over her head.  She cornered him before he could do more than stammer.  In seconds she was on her knees and sucking the second hard cock she had handled in her life. This one was bigger, and the man smell was stronger. 

Willow felt like a goddess.

Hank had never been the object of a woman’s lust…he had never really had a relationship before, just the attentions of the rodeo groupies and truck stop whores he had known over the years.  Willow was the first female who had ever volunteered to  blown him, and she was certainly the first who really wanted to.  The result was a mind altering experience for the fifty year old ranch hand.  When Willow kept her mouth glued to his cock when he erupted, Hank’s knees buckled and only the board wall of the barn held him up. Willow left him in the barn, a catlike smile on her face.  She knew that she
loved
sucking cock, and she was wondering who the next recipient of her new found skill would be.

Hank had known Willow’s mother all of her life, and he had known her stepfather for years.  There was no way he could face them after what he had allowed the teenager to do.  He headed for the bunkhouse and packed his few belongings.  He tossed them and his saddle gear into the back of his battered old Ford pickup and rattled down the long driveway, headed for the next dusty spread in his circle.  He had no regrets…that had been one helluva blow job.  He began to whistle.

Angelique Carlson leaned on the corral fence and watched as her husband Doug rode tiredly across the huge pasture.  He climbed off his horse and immediately slipped off his saddle and bridle, turning the beautiful animal loose in the corral to get a drink of water from the trough.  He walked into the tack room with the saddle over his shoulder and the bridle in his hand.

Angelique followed him inside and watched as he wiped down the leather.  “Hank’s gone,” she said in a miserable voice.

“Shit!” Doug said, looking up at her.

“It’s ok honey,” Angelique said, though he could see plainly that it was not at all ok.  “I’ll just put off the show and do it some other time.”  She had been invited to show her artwork at a very prestigious show in Denver; it was the big break she had been waiting for, and they had been scratching and saving for months to have enough for her to make the trip and transport her works.  There was barely enough money left to hire the hands they would need for the end of summer roundup…the once a year revenue generator that made the payment on the ranch and supported them all year. There would not be enough to hire someone to replace Hank for the week or so of hard labor it would take to get the roundup camp in shape for the hands after the hard winter.

“No you won’t,” Doug said determinedly, “I’ll take Willow along and it will just take us a little longer to get it ready.”

“Really?” Angelique asked tearfully, “It would be a lot easier if Willow and I both went up to help.”

“Willow and I will get the job done,” Doug said, knowing that the bulk of the backbreaking labor would fall on his own shoulders, “you won’t be offered another chance like this and we both  know it.”