Ouch! He Feels So Good! The Complete Collection (Taboo Erotica)
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Authors: Krissy Saks
Ouch! He Feels So Good (The Complete Collection)
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Copyright 2013 by Krissy Saks
Ouch! He Feels So Good
(#1)
Cameron
lay on the chaise lounge, enjoying the sun’s rays. She reached for her drink,
turning toward her father’s direction. Daddy was cleaning the pool. As she
sipped the lemonade, her gaze lingered on him, her eyes hidden behind
sunglasses.
Chris
Kennedy was in his late thirties, tall and tanned, with a lean, muscular
physique. His Scandinavian lineage was apparent in his long, blond hair and
nearly hairless chest. Shirtless, his muscular arms and back flexed as he
skimmed the water’s surface with a net.
Cameron
set her drink down and sunk back into the chaise. She enjoyed sneaking little
peeks at him whenever there was an opportunity. Daddy is so hot, she thought.
Why would Mom choose to run off with that golf pro weasel when she’s got
Daddy? What a crazy bitch. She couldn’t imagine a better looking, more decent
guy that her father.
She
got up and adjusted the chaise so she could get some rays on her back. Her
father, having a sixth sense about such things, looked up from the pool just as
she was bending over the chaise lounge. He smiled at the sight of her pert
behind. Call me a pervert, he thought, but I can’t help admiring my daughter’s
body. Men love looking at attractive women. Nothing wrong with looking, is
there?
Cameron
lay on her stomach. The afternoon sun was blazing. Her back side was moist
with sweat, and the bikini bottom stuck to her flesh. She tugged at it,
pulling it out from her cheeks. She wanted to dive into the pool for some
relief, but needed to absorb some more sun first.
“Daddy,”
she called out, “Will you put some lotion on me?” Her father looked up and
grinned, placing the net up against the high, wooden fence enclosing the yard.
“Anything
for my princess,” he said as he sat down next to her, his knee against her
thigh. His eyes traveled the length of her body. There wasn’t an ounce of fat
on her. Her tan was darkening now that summer was starting, he thought. Ever
since she was a kid, she loved frolicking by the pool. It was hard to get her
to the dinner table during the summer months. She’s not a kid any more, that’s
for sure.
“Please
warm it up first, Daddy,” she said. She hated to have cold suntan lotion
plopped on her back.
“But
of course,” he replied, slipping into a servile, french accent. She heard his
hands rubbing the lotion in his palms before he placed them on her shoulders.
“Ze lotion, it is to your liking?” She laughed. He rubbed and kneaded the
lotion into her shoulders. She pulled her long, blond hair off to one side so
lotion didn’t get caked in it. He rubbed his fingers around her neck,
massaging the muscles. Warmth spread from his touch. He ran his slippery
hands down her arms, making sure the backsides were covered. His thumbs
kneaded the lotion along her tiny wrists and around each of her delicate
fingers. It tickled slightly, but she loved it. He pulled on her fingers and
each little tug sparked a tingle in her tummy.
“Daddy,
can you undo my top?” Her father didn’t respond. “Come on, Daddy, I don’t
want a big, white line running across my tan.”
“Okay
sweetheart.” He picked up a towel lying on the deck and wiped his hands. “Let
me see if I still have the touch.” He cracked his knuckles, pulled the clasps
loose and the top fell away. Grateful to be able to breathe more freely,
Cameron inhaled deeply. As she did, she picked up her favorite scent. It was
a combination of soap, sweat, chlorine, and something unique and
indescribable. It was Daddy’s smell.
He
warmed some more lotion in his hands and massaged it into her back. She’s so
tiny. Built like a woman, but still very girlish. His hands moved up and down
her back, slowly, letting the heat from his hands and the gentle friction warm
her muscles. His hands moved along her sides, carefully, so as not to tickle
her with either too much or too little pressure. He gingerly worked around the
meaty sides of her breasts. These little puppies need protection, too.
“Are
you excited?” he asked. The question caught Cameron off-guard as she warmed to
his soft caress. “About tomorrow, the graduation?”
“Oh,
yeah,” she said dreamily.
“Have
you got plans afterwards? A party?”
“Yeah,
a friend is having a kegger at his house. Don’t worry; his parents will be
there, so it shouldn’t get too wild.” She paused, and then asked, “Daddy, do
you think Mom will be at the ceremony?”
“I
suppose she will. I haven’t talked with her. We do most of our communicating
through lawyers.” His hands roamed over her lower back, his fingertips
skirting the elastic band of her bikini.
“I’d
prefer that she didn’t, especially if she brings that jackass, Dave Warren,
with her. If she does, I swear, I’ll go off on that whore.”
“Now,
now,” Chris chided, squirting more lotion into his hand. “Don’t call your
mother a whore. Technically, she’s a ‘slut.’ A whore charges money for sex;
your mother gives it away.” He bent her leg, rubbing her foot and ankle.
“Well,
she can go to hell. I don’t care if I never see her again. And I hate talking
to her on the phone. She’s like, ‘Oh, just pretend that everything’s normal
between us,’ but it’s not. It’ll never be normal again.”
Chris
continued applying the lotion to her leg, moving up to her left thigh. “I know
what you mean. I hated to lose my bookkeeper.”
Cameron
laughed. Dad ran his own pool cleaning business from home, and Mom took care
of the accounting. Spring was the beginning of the peak season, and Dad
couldn’t oversee his crew, vehicles, scheduling and do the books. Fortunately,
Cameron had worked in the office part-time for years, so she could step into
her mother’s shoes.
“Don’t
worry, Dad, I can handle it. Mom was getting pretty bitchy with customers.
They like having someone sweet like me answering the phone.” Daddy’s hands
lathered up the inside of her thigh. She wondered how far up he would dare to
go. Her bikini wasn’t a thong, but it showed plenty of cheek. He stopped at
the top of her thigh, pausing to add more lotion.
“I
sure appreciate your help, sweetheart,” he said. “At least until school starts
in August. Then I’m going to have to hire someone new.”
She
had been waiting for the right moment to make her plea. “Dad, you should let
me attend the community college, until things get settled for you. I could
take some of the general courses cheaper than at State, and the credits will
transfer. I could live here and you’d save a ton of money. I mean, who knows
what Mom’s lawyers are going to do? They’re just out to make money and they’re
going to try to take yours.”
“Yeah,
that’s all true, but your tuition at State has already been paid. I’d love to
have you stay here with me, but it’d be better for you in a lot of ways.” His
mind wandered as his hands returned to her thigh. It will be lonely here with
both Cammy and Ruth gone. I hate having to train someone. We’ll still be
busier than shit in August and September.
He
imagined interviewing candidates for the job. Someone with experience would be
best; an older woman, perhaps. Maybe a divorcee desperate to make ends meet.
He pictured an attractive woman, her eyes pleading as the interview is winding
down. “I’d be so grateful, Mr. Kennedy. I’d do anything to work here.” And
working from home, there’d be lots of opportunities to become less businesslike
with a coworker.
He
smiled, lost in his fantasy, not paying any mind as he squeezed his daughter’s
upper thigh and buttocks. Or maybe a younger girl, just starting out. A cute
little thing that wears short skirts and flashes a little cleavage every now
and then. I could say that thigh-highs were mandatory. Show her how to clean
pools. She could wear a bikini during the summer, in case I need to dispatch
her on a job. He grinned; unaware that his hand was not only lathering his
daughter’s ass cheek, but the other had slipped under the material covering her
crotch. He looked down and saw his fingers under the bikini, touching the
puffy flesh near her lips. He looked up. Cameron was staring back at him, an
eyebrow raised questioningly. His hand shot back into his lap.
“Gee,
Dad, you were getting pretty close to penetration there,” she said, dryly.
“I’m
so sorry, Cam. I wasn’t paying attention.” His face was flushed with
embarrassment. Worse, he had an erection. “It’s okay. I didn’t mind,” she
said, turning and sitting up, her breasts jiggling slightly. She took the
lotion from his hand, and lifted her right leg, smoothing the lotion over
herself. Her dad was frozen, watching her, unable to move from both his shock
and his erection. He felt himself becoming more aroused as he watched, but he
couldn’t take his eyes off his daughter. Her legs were spread, straddling the
chaise lounge, and there was a dark spot between her legs, darker than the rest
of the material. Was it the lotion or….?
Unabashed,
she squirted a line of lotion across her bare breasts and smeared the white
cream over them, rubbing and squeezing them. “Well, I hope you’ll at least
think about it, Daddy. I hate the idea of you being all alone in this house.
If I were here, there are a lot of things I could do for you.”
“Like
what, sweetie?” he asked, too absorbed watching her play with her gorgeous,
teen titties to admonish her for baring them.
“Anything
you need, Daddy. I could help you clean the house, cook, and still work in the
office.” Chris pictured Cameron wearing a French maid uniform, minus a blouse,
her breasts swaying as she dusted. He was ashamed and stimulated at the same
time.
Her
hands squeezed and pulled at her breasts as she coated the nipples, pointing
the tips at Daddy. “But mainly I want to be there for you, to keep you from
being lonely. We could have so much fun together, Daddy. Please tell me
you’ll think about it.”
“I
am,” he said vacantly. “I mean, I will. I will!”
“Oh,
Daddy”! She lunged at him, throwing her arms around his shoulders and mashing
her tits into his chest. He nearly fell off the chaise, but was able to
straddle it and return her hug. She’s actually rubbing her bare tits against
me! They feel so good, so warm, soft and slippery. My God, I wish I could
slide my dick between them right now!
“Oops.
Sorry, Daddy. I wasn’t even thinking about…this.” She looked down at her
shiny breasts. “I just feel so comfortable with you, Daddy. You know that,
right? And I want you to feel totally at ease with me, too. Seriously. I
mean, if you want to walk around the house naked, or leave the bathroom door
open when you use the toilet, don’t let me stop you. This is your house, and
you’re a free man now. I want you to enjoy your freedom, and be a part of it,
okay?”
“Okay,”
he said, slightly stunned.
“I’d
better start getting ready. I’m spending the night at Tara’s, remember?” She
put her hand on his thigh to steady herself as she rose. By chance, she ended
up placing her hand directly on his erection. She quickly drew her hand back,
and there was an awkward pause. “Guess I’ll jump in the pool first,” she said,
walked to the edge of the deck. She stopped and looked back at her father.
“You want to join me, Daddy?”
“Naw,”
he said, waving her on. “I’m just going to sit here for a minute.” Cameron
dove into the pool. Damn! Even cold water couldn’t make this hard-on go away!
Later
on that day Cameron finally arrived at Tara’s house and the two decided to just
relax for a while.
“I
taste chlorine,” Tara said, and then lowered her head again.
Her
mouth felt so good on Cameron’s pussy. Cameron couldn’t help moaning from the
slow, steady tonguing Tara provided. Repeatedly, as Tara found yet another
sweet spot to explore, Cameron had to put her hand over her mouth. After all,
it wouldn’t be cool if Tara’s parents over heard.
Tara
appeared different without her glasses; a little more boyish. She looked up at
Cameron, eyes peeking through her long, dark bangs. Her eyes squinted, and
Cameron knew she was smiling, although her mouth was hidden between Cameron’s
thighs. Tara smiled because she was driving her friend crazy. Tara loved
licking Cameron’s pussy as much as she loved it when Cameron licked hers.
