Entire SMUT CATALOG: Volume 2

by Kimberly Gray

  "Old enough," she replied sweetly, slightly excited by the notion that they could get caught at any moment.

  Sean stared at her, a frown marring his otherwise gorgeous face. "This is serious young lady. I asked you how old you were."

  Laughter spilled from her lips. "Take it easy, studly. I'm legal."

  "How many years legal?"

  "How old are YOU?" Candace retorted.

  "I asked you first." Sean snapped.

  She crossed her arms stubbornly under her breasts, pushing them upward, thrusting a hip out and tapping her fingers impatiently on her forearm. There was no way in hell she was going to bend to this man’s interrogation all things considered. He wasn’t without sin here. When he sighed, she smiled inwardly knowing she'd won the war.

  "I'm 30." He whispered, randomly glancing over his shoulder time and again to make sure no one was coming their way.

  "I'm 19," Candace said finally.

  She watched relief flood his face and then the blue of his eyes darken like a shark catching the scent of blood. Excitement pooled between her legs. There was nothing he could do to her that she wouldn’t thoroughly enjoy, but there was something predatory in his eyes. It was an unmistakable look that came with the unmistakable knowledge that although she ached to toy with Sean like she did with the boys at school, Sean wasn’t a boy. Sean was a man.

  "You're a little, ahem, experienced for 19, aren't you?" Sean hissed under his breath.

  Uncrossing her arms slowly, she ran a finger down his cheek, across his lips, past his chest, to hook playfully into the belt slung low on his muscular hips. Never one to back away from the flames, she bit the corner of her lip and conscientiously prepared herself to get burned. "You have no idea just how experienced I am."

  "Show me." Was all Sean got out of his mouth before her hand slipped past the waistband of his jeans and delved deep into his boxer briefs to find his cock hard and ready.

  Candace licked her lips in appreciation. She tested his resistance by squeezing the length of him firmly in her grip. She gasped as he pulled her to him and yanked the tank top she wore aside to expose her young, firm breast to his eyes and mouth.

  “Jesus Christ,” Sean hissed. “I want to fuck your tits so badly.”

  Dipping his head, he sucked a rose colored nipple deep into his mouth hard before letting go of it with a sloppy popping sound. Candace was wet with anticipation. Sean wasn’t the biggest guy she’d been with judging by the girth of him in her hand, but he was certainly skilled with his tongue. She squeezed his cock harder, her eyes following his hand as he reached up to massage the tender flesh before leaning down again to lick her nipple more softly now.

  "Bite it." She cooed.

  He blew on it instead until her nipple puckered and her knees started shaking.

  "Suck it," Sean whispered into her ear.

  Yes! She hadn’t given a proper blow-job in a long time, and the thought of sucking Sean off had her mouth watering. Candace promptly slipped her hand out of his pants and with her eyes still on his, glided gracefully to her knees in front of him. It was so quiet in their little space that the sound of his zipper coming down grated in her ears. She’d been right; she thought as his erection sprang forward. Sean was average at best, but he’d do. Kitty had an itch that needed to be scratched.

  Taking his hot meat in her hands, she slowly licked the tip of his cock, relishing in the sounds he was making deep in his throat. Candace took care in wetting every inch of his throbbing cock before sliding him slowly into the hot, wet cave of her mouth. She moaned, knowing the vibrations would set him off and smiled when his thighs shook. Setting up a maddening pace, Candace bobbed up and down over him, the taste of his pre-cum making her hungry for the thick cream she knew would come spewing out soon enough. She imagined him cumming on her face and breasts and automatically reached down and slid a hand deep into the front of her cut-offs to toy with herself while she sucked wildly on Sean’s dick. The feeling of her fingers rubbing over her slick sex made her throb almost painfully. She wanted to get fucked so bad; Candace didn’t care who caught them.

  Suddenly, she was yanked backward roughly, her hair tangled around a strong fist sending stars bursting behind her eyes. There were some deep male voices shouting and then the sound of a fist connecting solidly with soft flesh. As the stars receded, Candace found herself staring into the the angry, dark eyes of her stepfather.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing you little cunt?” Mike hissed, eying her appearance rapidly.

  Her tank top was still askew, exposing her breasts and her lips were swollen from the cock sucking she’d been doing. Candace knew there was fear in her eyes. She knew that Mike saw it too. His eyes slid downward to the milky flesh of her exposed breasts and struck it hard with his flat, open palm. She cried out in pain, finally spotting Sean, laying on the grass, face bloody and cock still hanging out.

  “You’re about to learn a lesson you’re likely never to forget young lady,” Mike said, yanking her roughly by the hair back toward the barbecue, not even bothering to fix her top.

  **********

  Rage was coursing through Mike’s body in a way that scared even him, and he didn’t scare easy. Seeing Candy on her knees sucking on Sean’s cock made the world go red. In an instant, he wanted to rip Sean’s head off, turn Candy over his knee and fuck her all at the same time. It was the last part of that equation that frightened him the most. It was becoming more and more apparent that there was nothing he wanted more than to give Candy a healthy dose of a meat injection, and after seeing her sucking his best friend off, make her gag on his cock as well. But what was about to happen now, was her own doing and long time coming.

  “Mike, no!” Candace cried out, tears streaming down her face as he yanked her by the hair back in the direction of the barbecue.

  “No?” He retorted, pulling her hair harder. “You fucking little slut. You’re lucky I didn’t kill him for touching you. Now, I’m going to show you what happens to stupid little girls who like to play with fire.”

  Without warning, Mike shoved her into the backyard until she fell forward on all fours. Any conversation between anyone there stopped mid-sentence as all people present watched with wide eyes as Mike grabbed a fold out chair and propped it up roughly in front of Candace on the grass. He dropped down onto it and hauled her onto his lap face down.

  “You want to play the whore at nineteen years old and fuck with men in their thirties? Hm?” Mike shouted, yanking down the back of her cut-offs to expose her perfectly round ass to everyone’s eyes.

  The women all gasped and the men shifted uncomfortably in their seats as he roughly tugged the shorts down further until the material cut into her thighs. Candace was gasping and crying, choking on snot and saliva as she struggled on his lap. The sensation of her squirming around had his cock tightening painfully and whether she felt it against her stomach or not was irrelevant. Mike wanted to bury his face in her ass and eat that sweet pussy out until she begged him to fuck her senseless, but instead, the realization that there were no tan lines whatsoever on her very tanned ass made his palm itch harder than it ever had before.

  “Please, Mike!” Candace begged, pushing against his knees with the palms of her hands. “Please, don’t do this! Mom!”

  Nancy stirred from her drunken stupor as Candy called for her, but she was pretty much out for the count. Mike pushed Candace’s head down and in one fluid motion brought the other hand down swiftly on her ass, making the firm flesh jiggle with the contact and instantly turn pink.

  “Ow!” Candace howled.

  Mike’s cock stirred with every sharp cry and whimper as his hand came down over and over again on her tight, firm ass. He pictured himself ramming his dick deep into her asshole and had to bite back a moan. Pushing in, over and over again until he emptied his sack deep inside of her. He’d never been this hard in his life. It felt like his cock was going to explode. With every slap he pummeled her ass with, his palm lan
ded closer and closer to the apex of her thighs were her sweet little cunt was hiding just beyond the tightly stretched jean material holding her immobile. When all he could hear was her heavy breathing and soft whimpers, the remnants of her tears, Mike dropped his hand to his side breathing hard. Shoving her off his lap, she landed in a heap on the grass. The sun shone on her face, splotchy from all the crying and she wiped her runny nose with the back of her hand.

  Getting his erection under control was a miracle by all accounts and when he stood up, he glared down at Candace from the slope of his nose and pointed in her face. “If I ever catch you giving some stranger a blowjob like a back alley whore again; you’ll wish I’d done this instead.”

  **********

  All Candace could think about, as she stripped off her clothes, to get into the hot, steaming shower was the barbecue from two days ago and the events that transpired there. She was furious, but not because Mike had spanked her like a four-year-old in front of everyone. No, she was furious because she’d liked it. Candace had loved it so much in fact that she couldn’t stop thinking about it, and the more she thought about it, the wetter she got. She was sopping wet by the time she woke up in the morning and her sex was throbbing incessantly by the time the water hit her skin, sending shivers snaking through her body. And what more was that she knew Mike had liked it too. The memory of his, from all accounts, enormous cock pressed into her belly as his hand came down over and over again on her tender flesh was burned into her mind. She imagined what it would feel like having that massive cock pounding her pussy and ran a hand slowly down her body. Candace figured he liked his sex rough. Just how big was he?

  She shook her head trying to erase the images of her stepfather taking her on all fours, fucking her like an animal on the living room floor and tried to refocus her plans for the day. School was starting shortly and this year, she was going to throw an end of summer bash no one would compete with for years to come. Her mother had left yesterday on her business trip, and she knew that after work on Friday’s, Mike went to Bob’s and played poker with the guys until the wee hours, so tonight was the night!

  Washing up quickly, Candace wrung the water out of her thick, blonde hair and stepped out of the shower into the foggy bathroom air before wrapping a towel around her wet body. The towel was way too small, just barely making it over her breasts and skimming the tops of her thighs, but all of the larger towels were in the closet in the hallway. Gripping the towel at the knot between her breasts she threw open the bathroom door and then stopped in her tracks, nearly losing her towel in the process.

  Mike almost choked on the piece of apple he was chewing on as he climbed the stairs stopping at the top, facing the open bathroom. Candace stood there, mist from her obviously hot shower escaping the doorway behind her, fighting to keep the smallest towel he’d ever seen in his life wrapped around her delectable body. His eyes traveled upward from her perfectly small feet to the shapely ankles, calves, and thighs, to the DD’s trying to bust out from behind the terry cloth she clutched, and up to her shocked face. He chewed his apple slowly, his eyes never leaving her wide, blue ones. As an afterthought, he adjusted the front of his jeans, not even trying to hide the fact that he had an enormous, rageing hard on and smirked at her.

  Just then her shocked expression changed and a lust-charged look crept over her eyes. Without missing a beat, Candace let go of the knot at her breasts and let the slip of a towel that had been covering her perfect body to the floor at her feet. She stood there for a moment, gloriously naked, every inch of her perfection, and challenged him with her eyes.

  “What are you going to do?” She asked softly, her eyes narrowing seductively. “Spank me again?”

  “No parties.” It was all Mike could force from his throat as he turned his back on her and walked right back down the stairs, out the door, and into his car.

  Once behind the wheel in the driveway and with no thought as to who could, or would, see him; he ripped open the fly of his jeans. He yanked out his throbbing cock and began furiously jerking off to the image of him pushing his thick cock into her smart ass mouth and fucking her throat until she gagged. He growled as he came with his forehead pushed up against the steering wheel; his big shoulders slumped and shaking with every fierce stream of cum. When he finally looked up, he had to adjust his eyes to the bright sun shining outside. He reached silently into the glove compartment, took out some paper towels he kept there, wiped his hands and then put the car in reverse.

  **********

  Work was excruciating. Laying on a board under a Mustang GT Convertible that some slick cougar had brought in earlier, Mike frowned. She’d been hot. In her forties, which Mike had always liked, and extremely sexy in her demeanor. But she was no sassy ass, nineteen-year-old Candace. He wanted to smack himself. What was he thinking? Nineteen! AND his stepdaughter. To make matters worse, he knew she was throwing a party tonight. He wasn’t born yesterday!

  Wiping a dirty hand over his face, Mike pushed himself out from under the car and sat up slowly. He wasn’t sure what was going on with him, but all of his thoughts since this morning had been of Candy. Instead of thinking of ways he could punish her, visions of him fucking those glorious tits, pounding into her ass and sending stream after stream of piping hot cum shooting all over her perfect face. He smacked the side of his head and let out a shout of frustration.

  “Who pissed in your cornflakes?” Bob asked with a short laugh as he strolled past Mike on the floor.

  Looking up, Mike shook his head and gave him the finger. Just then, Sean came in. Mike swallowed hard and grimaced. This was going to be a tough pill. Slowly, he stood up and made his way over to Sean’s side. Sean looked up at him through a swollen, black and blue eye and pursed his lips. “You here to fuck up the other one?”

  “Listen,” Mike said, running a hand through his pitch black hair. “Man, I shouldn’t have hit you, I just ---“

  “Want to fuck her too?” Sean said without any nonsense.

  Mike held his breath for a moment, mouth hanging open in shock at his friend's words and then let it out in a quick rush. “I think so, man.”

  “Well, no fucking kidding Mike!” Sean said with a laugh. “How do you live with a piece of ass like that day in and day out and not have a perpetual hard on?”

  “I jerked off in the car in my driveway this morning,” Mike said with no emotion on his face.

  They stared at one another in silence for a moment and then both burst out laughing. They laughed so hard that they were gasping as tears of merriment rolled down their faces. After that, the day didn’t seem so bad, and as it wore on, Mike was looking forward to having his regular poker night with the guys. He and Sean seemed to be back on good footing and a feeling of jovial good humor fell over the garage and eventually any thought of Candace flew from his mind and freed him to enjoy the rest of the afternoon and evening.

  **********

  Before he knew it, he had four beers in his belly, seventy dollars in his back pocket and the butt end of a cigar hooked between his thumb and forefinger.

  “Read ‘em and weep, boys!” Mike said, slamming a straight flush down on the table and scooping up his earning with both arms.

  The table let out a collective groan and whipped their cards into a messy pile. Mike laughed heartily; the cigar caught between his perfectly white teeth. He glanced absentmindedly at his watch and then cursed. “Shit, guys. I’ve got to go.”

  “Wife coming home tonight?” One of the guys asked.

  Mike shook his head. “No, but I’ve got a nineteen-year-old at home who thinks I don’t know she’s throwing a party tonight.”

  “Shiiiiiit,” Bob laughed. “If it’s anything like the last party she threw, let me know. I know someone in construction who won’t tear you a new asshole with a quote for repairs!”

  Everyone laughed, but Mike just ignored it. If that girl had any common sense, the house would be cleared out by the time he got home. Quickly, he said his go
odbyes and hopped into the car. Bob only lived fifteen minutes away and by the time he got to the driveway of his home, Mike let out a sigh of relief when he saw that there were no cars there, but the place was a mess. Beer cans, toilet paper, and solo cups littered the lawn. It sent a rush of fury surging through him, but he pushed it down. No, he wasn’t going to get upset. One party was merely that, and at least she’d had the presence of mind to get everyone out of the house before he got home. He was feeling kind. Maybe he’d even help her clean it up in the morning.

  As he fiddled with his keys, he thought he heard a noise coming from around the side of the house. Quietly, he crept over until he saw the white curtains from the living room had been sucked out from the bottom of the open window there. A stint in the Marine’s had him moving with extreme stealth until he could hear the sounds coming from the open window more clearly. A tendril of ice shot down his spine when he realized the sounds he was hearing was moaning.

  “Mmmmm, harder....” Candace moaned.

  It took everything in his body to stop himself from charging the front door or even ripping through the living room window and beating the shit out whoever was fucking his stepdaughter. But suddenly, something stopped him in his tracks. He strained his ears closer.

  “Goddamn it, Brent! You’re not doing it right!” Candace snapped. “Don’t tap it, slap it.”

  Mike’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and he leaned in only slightly until he could get a peek at what was going on inside. There was Candace laying face down on the couch across some guys lap, her ass wiggling in the air. The look of failure and defeat on the guy's face was evident, and it was clear that his stepdaughter was asking for a spanking the young man couldn’t follow through on.

  “Jesus, Candy!” The guy groaned, throwing his hands in the air. “Can’t we just make out like normal people?”

  This was his chance to teach his stepdaughter a real lesson. A lesson she wasn’t likely to ever forget. Quietly, Mike went back to the front of the house and, as silently as he could, turned the key in the lock and snuck slowly into the house.