50 SHADES of EROTICA: Mega Collection of 50 Erotic Stories (34 page)

She stopped in front of Carl and hooked her thumbs in the panties, pulling them to her ankles and kicking them away.  She raised her arms and crossed her hands behind her neck.  Sandra’s nipples were hard above her hard flat belly, and her mound was shaved.  “Will you fuck me Daddy?  Will you feed me your cum?  Will you fill my pussy and my ass with your sweet cum?”

She was a wet dream come true, and Carl was speechless as she ripped the paper from his lap.  Kneeling before him, she unfastened his pants and tugged them down to his ankles. Without waiting to take his pants off completely, Sandra leaned forward and took his swollen cock into her mouth.  Carl’s sharp intake of breath was audible in the quiet room, as were the smacking sounds of Sandra’s sucking.

“Oh Jesus baby girl this is
so
wrong!” Carl exclaimed…but he didn’t try to take the swollen member from her mouth.  He watched her lips on the taut skin of his penis and wondered that he wasn’t spewing into her hungry mouth already.

She pulled her mouth off his cock.  “I want your cum Daddy,” she said excitedly, looking up into his eyes.  “I’ve wanted it for a long time. When I’ve got what I
need,
Daddy, I’ll do anything you want…anything you’ve ever dreamed of, you can do it to me.  You don’t know it yet, but I’m a
very
bad girl!”

Carl caught his breath.  Surely she didn’t know his secret desires, she couldn’t know how many times he had masturbated to the image of his hard cock entering her bare sexy ass. She couldn’t possibly know of his yearning to hear her talking dirty, egging him on as he fucked her…or could she?  He had never mentioned it aloud, not even to himself. 

He stood and removed his shirt, his cock deep in her throat.  Kicking his pants off his ankles, he grabbed her head and began to fuck her mouth.  Sandra loved it, he could tell by the moans coming from her chest and the way her nails dug into his ass cheeks as he thrust deep into her throat.

Taking his thick cock from her mouth, she gasped for breath and then hissed at him.  “Pull my hair Daddy, fuck my mouth, treat me like your little slut!”  She licked the glistening head of his raging cock. 

“That’s what I am Daddy, I’m your personal fuck slut, I belong to you and you can do whatever you want to me!”

She opened her mouth again as he grabbed two handsful of her hair and began to fuck her mouth mindlessly.  Sandra choked and gagged but he paid no attention, he just thrusted brutally into her welcoming mouth.  She was crying and choking, and she was now cumming almost continuously.  Sandra had never felt to horny.   When he came, she glued her mouth to his cock as he pulled hard on her hair. She continued to suck him long after the last drop of his cum was already in her belly.

Sandra grabbed his hand and led him upstairs.  “I’ve dreamed of this every day,” she said almost shyly.  They were in her room, and she bent over the arm of the upholstered chair by her bed.  Spreading her feet wide, she pulled her ass cheeks apart.  The puckered rosebud of her ass seemed to wink at him as she teased it with a middle finger which slipped easily inside her.  “I want to feel your cock in my ass Daddy,” she whispered hoarsely.  Carl looked around her dressing table, wondering if there was something he could use as a lubricant.  She asked him what he was waiting for and he told her.

“We don’t need any lube Daddy,” she said, wiggling her ass delightfully at him, “I like it rough!” Carl hesitated just a second before she hissed at him.  “Just pull my hair and fuck me in the ass Daddy, it’s what I want!”

He grabbed a hank of her hair and centered the tip of his cock on the puckered ring.  Sandra was shivering with anticipation and he could see the ring expand as she pushed against it.  “Now Daddy, please!” The ‘please’ was long and drawn out and there was no doubt about what she wanted.

Carl took a deep breath and pushed easily into her ass.  Her moans were low and animalistic as she pushed back against his probing organ. “Yessssss…” she screamed, “fuck my ass Daddy, fuck it hard!”

He buried his cock in her ass and pushed hard as he pulled her hair. Sandra went absolutely wild, bucking and yelping, a steady stream of gutter talk issuing from her sperm covered lips.  The harder he fucked her, the harder she thrust back against him. “Oh god oh god oh god!” she yelled, “fuuuuuuck!”

The dry heat and the heaving body of his personal slut was too much for poor Carl, and he again erupted inside this tiny woman. The hot splash of his cum in her ass sent Sandra over the edge yet again.  She shrieked her pleasure with each hot squirt.  The two stumbled to her bed and fell on it panting.  In moments they were asleep in each other’s arms.

Carl awakened to the sight of Sandra’s firm belly undulating over his midsection, his cock firmly buried in her tight pussy.  Sandra rocked blissfully, her eyes rolled up in her head as she ground her swollen clit on the top of his cock.  She didn’t seem rushed, and she seemed to be truly enjoying herself.

“God Daddy this feels so good,” she said, lying down on his chest, pressing her small breasts against his skin.  “I could do this all day.”  Her hips moved in small circles on him, and in spite of the lazy movement, Carl felt his balls contract as his orgasm approached.

“I’m going to cum baby girl,” Carl whispered as he strained to hold it back.

“Good,” she whispered back, “I want to feel it shooting inside me!”  She hunched on him as if she was doing the fucking and was rewarded by the splash of hot cum against her pussy walls.  Her quiet moan of pleasure was the only sound in the room.

Sandra lay flat on her belly, her ankles crossed and her legs bent at the knee and her feet in the air.  She gazed at her stepfather more than fondly, one hand supporting her chin and the other hand idly stroking his belly.  “I’ve wanted that for a long time,” she said.

Carl grinned at her.  “You are an amazing woman…I haven’t been so turned on since I was a teenager.  I have to admit to being puzzled though…why me?  You have all the attention you need from your boyfriends…”

“Have you noticed anything odd about my boyfriends Daddy?”  He nodded no.  “You haven’t noticed that they all look a lot like you?”  Carl thought for a moment, and then he began to blush.

“I’m so much older than you, I just don’t understand how I could turn you on.”

“I’m different Daddy, I’m wild and I have a vivid imagination.  There’s something about you that drives me wild…there is absolutely nothing I wouldn’t do to excite you.”

The conversation was headed in a direction that made Carl decidedly uncomfortable.  He couldn’t help himself.  “Anything?”

Sandra grinned at him.  “Anything Daddy”

Carl was breathing hard as she put her lips to the tip of his cock and kissed it.  “Would you have liked watching me fuck Terry?”  Carl nodded.  “How about watching me eat another girl’s pussy?” Carl gulped and nodded again.  “I’ve done that Daddy, right here in this bed.”  She patted the comforter.

“Who?” Carl croaked, his cock swelling.  Sandra took the whole tip in her mouth and gave it a good suck.  When she lifted her head, she named several of the friends she had made love to in this room. 

Carl’s cock was raging at this point.  “I really love eating pussy Daddy, but there’s one thing I like better than anything else…”

She was stroking his cock with her hand now, the tip held tightly against her cheek.  “What’s that?” he rasped, his mouth so dry now he could hardly speak.  His back arched and he spewed into the air only once before her sweet lips covered the head of his erupting cock.  She swallowed it all, and then licked the excess off his belly before looking up at him. 

“I like sucking your cock best of all!”

THE FIRST TIME

SYNOPSIS:

A glimpse of her stepfather jacking off in his bedroom is enough to make her take action on her fantasy of having sex with him. The problem was first to convince him, and second, to manage it so that her mother never found out about it…

It wasn’t like I planned it or anything, it just sort of happened.  It started with cute little tickle games.  He was my new stepfather and he was trying very hard to get to know me, make me at ease with him. 

He didn’t have to try very hard.  My real dad, Steve, is an asshole, and I never called him daddy again after he walked out on me and Mom when I was thirteen.

Bill was a totally different kind of man than my father, and he was really good looking.  He had a great body and a head full of wavy blond hair…and the prettiest green eyes I’ve ever seen on a man. Ever since he and Mom got married I had been plagued with visits and requests from girlfriends who wanted to sleepover or swim in our pool.  Every one of them was hot for Bill, and we giggled on those late nights when we practiced kissing and talked about boys…they all wanted to know if I had seen him naked…and how big his cock was.  I have to admit I enjoyed being so popular, even if Bill was the reason for it.  As I got older, the tales I made up to entertain my friends grew a little wilder, and then downright raunchy.  By the time we were all seniors they were all convinced I was fucking him and some of them started flirting with him and teasing with him.  Myra Turnbridge was the worst…every time Bill came out to the pool she ‘lost’ her top or the ties ‘broke’.  Myra had the biggest tits in 12
th
grade and all of us were secretly envious of her.  She had been the first of us to be ‘felt up’ by a boy and the first of us to give a hand job. Sometimes I hated her, especially when she flaunted her big tits at Bill.

The tickle games started because I wouldn’t talk very much, and they became such a routine that I didn’t pay any attention to them.  He always put his arm around me, and I sat on his lap when we talked…I guess I just never stopped to consider just how much I had grown up.

Footsie pajamas and pigtails had given way to long hair and lacy, girly nightgowns, and finally to a thin worn cotton tee shirt of Bill’s that I cherished and slept in every night.  Usually I just wore a light pair of bikini panties beneath it, but sometimes I just wore nothing at all under it.  I turned eighteen just before Christmas,and it was Christmas morning when I noticed him looking at me oddly.  Mom didn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary, but Bill was staring at the hem of my tee shirt when I was unwrapping my gifts underneath the tree.  When I looked down, I realized that I was sitting cross legged and that I didn’t have any panties on.  Bill could see my little hairless pussy!  I kept it shaved because of the tiny bikinis I had begun to wear…nothing is quite as gross as seeing a hairy bush springing out in all directions from bikini bottoms, and the most reasonable solution was to shave it off. 

Nothing wicked about that, right?

Bill was staring, speechless, and I thought it was hilarious…so I turned a little on the floor and gave him a
really
good look.  He looked up to see me watching his face and he actually
blushed.
I stifled a giggle so Mom wouldn’t notice and closed my legs to keep from embarrassing him anymore.

After Christmas morning I caught him staring at me more and more often…I loved making him blush so I started dressing in ways to shock him and make him watch me more.  I admit, I was getting a charge out of it.  I got more and more blatant about showing myself off to him, even when Mom was around, though I guess she would have pitched a fit if she had paid any attention to what I was doing. 

One Saturday morning in early March Mom had gone someplace for the whole day with a bunch of friends, and I happened to see that she had left her bedroom door partway open.  She usually only did that when Bill was already up and downstairs.  Mom had a pair of sandals that she never wore, and I wanted them awfully bad, so I opened the door a little and looked inside. Bill was on top of the bed and he was naked.

I was mesmerized.  His head was thrown back and he had his hand wrapped around his cock…he was jacking off.  I was embarrassed, but I was too excited to stop watching him.  Jesus his cock was huge!  My nipples got hard and I got this tingly feeling between my legs.  When he squirted his cum into the air and groaned, my knees buckled and I had to steady myself by putting my hand against the wall. It was right then that I knew things had gotten out of hand.

I should have stopped teasing him then, but I couldn’t. When I tried to sleep at night all I could see was his hand wrapped around his hard penis…but most of all I saw that delicious thick creamy cum shooting into the air and falling back to the rock hard abs that were etched into his hard belly. I had no choice, I had to give myself some relief, and I would masturbate over and over until I fell asleep.

I took more chances with Bill after that, letting my towel slip when I walked from the bathroom to my bedroom, waiting for him naked in the pool cabana and pretending surprise when he walked in as I was pulling up my tiny bikini bottoms.

He finally had enough and caught me on one of Mom’s Saturday morning outings. I was doing the cabana trick when he walked in, and instead of quickly turning away he came over and sat down beside me.  “You can’t go on doing this to me sweetie,” he said seriously.

I didn’t even have the good grace to pretend I didn’t know what he was talking about.  I still had the bikini panties in my hand, and I spread my legs and held my hands out to my sides so he could see all of me.  I was quivering with excitement as his eyes took in my nudity openly for the first time.

“Don’t you like seeing me naked Daddy?” I teased, cocking one hip forward in a provocative pose.

Bill smiled wryly, “The problem is sweetie, that I like seeing you naked too much.”  He looked down at the front of his shorts and the swollen outline of his hard cock was clearly visible.  I saw it and I moaned out loud.  I knelt down beside him and stared at it hungrily.

“What the hell is wrong with you girl, I’m your stepfather!”

“You’re a man Daddy,” I said falteringly, “a really handsome man with a big cock and I want it.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying!” he said in shock.  “Aside from the fact that I could get sent to jail, I love your Mom.”

It was my turn to be serious…the internet had kind of leveled the playing field of arguments between teens and parents, and I had done my research.  “I’m over eighteen now Daddy, so the Statutory rape charges don’t apply.  In order for them to charge you with incest, there has to be a witness because we can’t be compelled to testify against ourselves.  If nobody sees us, there’s no crime being committed.”

“OK, so I won’t go to jail,” Bill said, exasperated with me.  “What about your mother, did you think of what this would do to her?”

“I have no intention of letting my mother know about it Daddy, I would never hurt her on purpose!” I told him.  “This isn’t about her, it’s about you and me and it’s private.” I boldly put my hand on the swollen lump of his cock.  “I watched you jacking off,” I whispered, squeezing him gently through his shorts, “and I lie awake at night and see your cum shooting into the air and I have to masturbate too!” 

His cock jumped when I said that, and I could tell he was weakening.  I tugged at his hand and put it on one of my small boobs, pressing it down until my nipple rose hard against his palm.  “Oh god I want you!” I sighed.