Stacy's Dad Has Got It Going On (11 page)

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 adults…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.”