by Lexi Hunt
“Daddy, I’m eighteen years old, and I can take care of myself…I don’t need anybody to take care of me.”
“Honey, you still have to finish high school, and there’s college this fall…”
“I don’t care daddy I don’t want you to leave!” She threw herself sobbing into his arms. Ethan was caught by surprise and he tumbled over on the bed. They were both suddenly intensely aware of her breasts pressing against his chest, and the instant response of his erection against her belly.
“Janie, I…” his mumbling apology was cut off by the soft pressure of her lips on his.
“Daddy,” she breathed. Her nipples rose unbidden as her breasts pressed into him and his erection continued to swell. She tore her blouse open and the fabric of his shirt was rubbing maddeningly against her nipples. Janie turned sideways on top of him, maintaining the sweet contact of her nipples on his chest, and moving her small delicate hands to the thickness in the front of his pants. Her fingers curled around his shaft and he moaned.
“Baby this isn’t right,” Ethan murmured, even as his hand sought her small, perfectly shaped breasts an cupping one.
In answer, Janie’s fingers unzipped his trousers and her hand maneuvered through the maze of his briefs seeking his bare flesh and finding it. Trembling, her fingers traced the contours of his penis. “Oh daddy!” she said. Janie was no longer listening to Ethan’s half hearted protests…she wanted him.
At five feet six inches tall, Janie was taller than the other girls on the gymnastics team, but she was slender and exceptionally flexible. Her small a-cup breasts, her narrow waist, and her slender hips gave her a boyish look, which caused her to take great pains with the way she dressed in order to express her very feminine personality. Her belly was hard and flat. She wore her hair in a short blonde bob making it easier to care for after gymnastics workouts, and her pretty face was highlighted by a pair of probing and highly intelligent violet eyes framed with incredibly long lashes…and it was these same violet eyes that Ethan was drowning in as her hand stroked his rigid cock.
“Oh god,” he moaned. Her hand felt so good on his bare penis. Unknown to Janie, Vanessa hadn’t so much as touched him in more than two years.
Janie, on the other hand, was a great deal more experienced in matters sexual than Ethan was aware of. Vanessa had been terribly off base in her accusations about gang bangs and blowing every boy in school, but only because Janie hadn’t worked up the nerve to be so blatant about the desires raging in her teenage body. A lot of Vanessa’s concerns were a valid expression of her fears, because she remembered her own flaming desires at the same age. Vanessa, whose parents were infinitely less strict than she herself was, had worked her way through both the football and basketball teams in high school and college both. She couldn’t even go back to her home town after she graduated because of her reputation as the ‘gang bang queen.’
Janie was no novice at sex, and it was only her dedication to her sport and to her determination to get into a good college that kept her from being as promiscuous as her mother had been before her.
The warm flow of Ethan’s cum across her hand told Janie more about the state of Ethan’s sex life than he had wanted her to know. Her blouse now lying on the floor, Janie sat up, her hand still wrapped around his cock. Staring from the cum on the back of her hand to his reddened face, Janie suddenly understood that the physical relationship her parents shared had been over for some time. “Daddy…” she said softly, to get his attention. When his eyes met hers, she slowly lifted her hand and licked his semen from her skin. When it was all gone and her skin cleaned of all the residue, she lowered her head to his still swollen penis.
Ethan was no stranger to blowjobs, Vanessa had once been the best he’d ever seen at it. He was, however, totally unprepared for the emotional and physical impact of his adored stepdaughter’s hot wet mouth on his erection. Only by an enormous effort of will did he manage not to cum again as she took him all the way to the base of his cock, her soft lush lips encircling him as her nose pressed against his pubic bone. Unable to contain his rising passion, he reached for her hips and pulled them over his face. He could feel her belly contracting against his chest as he lifted her skirt and tugged her panties down.
Janie, knowing what was coming next, reached down and tore the flimsy panties from her thighs and spread her legs as wide as she could. As responsible young woman, she had confined her sexual activities to oral sex except with a very few special young men, and she had quickly developed a love for the sensations. The fact that the object of her oral expertise was her loving daddy added a wicked and delicious thrill to what she was doing. She took his cock from her mouth, stroking it up and down so that she could talk to him as his tongue sought out the delicate and tender places that excited her the most.
“Oh daddy,” she whispered, “yes daddy, there! Right there! God that feels so good daddy, please, please, please!” Her hips ground down lightly on his soft lips, his tongue right at the base of her clit, his chin pushing against the soft sparse curls of her pubic mound. She was having trouble concentrating on sucking him, though the quivering head of his cock was just before her parted lips.
He could feel her heated breath against his glans as she spoke. “Daddy, that feels so fucking good…oh god…oh god!” Her hips writhed against his face as she came, her soft wail rising in the dim light of her bedroom.
Janie collapsed against his belly, numbed by the swift violence of her orgasm. Who would have ever believed that her handsome, loving daddy could eat pussy so well? His hard cock bounced against her forehead, but all she could do was wrap her arms around his waist and nuzzle into the crisp hair at the base of his cock. “I love you daddy,” she whispered against his belly.
“I love you too Janie,” he whispered. Inwardly he was screaming at himself for what he had done, it was wrong, and it could be highly dangerous for his life and his career…and his cock was still hard as hell.
In spite of her lassitude, it was Janie who moved first. She stood up by the bed and took her daddy by the hand, leading him to the master bedroom and the king sized bed inside. Ethan tried to speak, but Janie shushed him with a forefinger to his lips. “Mother won’t get out until after she’s arraigned in the morning, unless one of us goes to bail her out. I won’t do it. We have until eight or nine o’clock tomorrow morning to decide what we’re going to do daddy…and I’m going to get what I need before we talk about it.”
“And what is it you need baby girl?” Ethan asked under his breath.
“You,” she said simply. Janie slid the skirt from her hips, and slipped off the sandal that were her only remaining articles of clothing. Naked, she was beautiful in the well lit bedroom. She knelt before him and began to methodically undress him. Each time she took something off him, she kissed the area uncovered passionately.
Ethan, in spite of his knowledge that he was terribly wrong, had been starved for affection for several years as Vanessa’s behavior deteriorated. He was effectively helpless in her loving hands. While he was still sitting on the side of the bed, she raised her eyes to his. “I want to make you cum daddy, I want to taste it…I want to feel your cum in my belly before I feel it inside my pussy.” With her short speech finished, she bent and engulfed him again. He was amazed that she could take it all without choking. She looked almost angelic, bent over naked as if she were praying. He shuddered as he felt her tongue reaching along the bottom of his shaft, seeking his balls. With a small movement of her shoulders, she shifted and he felt her right hand heft his balls and pull the closer to her tongue.
He couldn’t have said how long she sucked him, it seemed to last forever at the same time it seemed to be over too quickly. When his balls tensed in his scrotum and his penis began to surge, Ethan moved his hands to her head, but she was determined to take his cum in her mouth. When the first hot jets of his scalding cum struck the back of her throat, Janie began to make greedy, mewling sounds as she swallowed his cum. She kept suckin
g until long after every single drop had been swallowed.
They lay together in the vast king sized bed, her nakedness pressed against his skin from head to toe. “I love you daddy,” she said sleepily.
“I love you too Janie,” he said, and they both slept. The lights were still on, and the full moon was beginning to slide down in the sky when Ethan woke up. The bedside alarm clock said it was two o’clock, and Janie’s hips were pressing rhythmically against his newly erect cock.
“I didn’t think you were ever going to wake up daddy,” Janie giggled, “I’m so horny I’m about to burst!” She rolled off him onto her back, her thighs spread wide, her arms held out in invitation. “Please daddy,” she said, “fuck me.”
He supported his weight on his hands and knees as her small hand guided him to her moist slit. She was so wet that he slid in easily, and she gave a small whimper of pleasure as he seated himself fully inside her. She gripped his head in her hands and locked eyes with him, and then she did something that he had never experienced before. Slowly, she lifted both her legs and locked them behind her head. It opened her totally, and his cock slipped into her further, the tip pressing against the convex surface of her cervix. She smiled wickedly at him. “That’s what comes from all those gymnastic training sessions,” she told him. He had never felt a pussy so tight.
“Daddy?” she said as he was stroking deeply inside her. He grunted. “When I’m really, really horny, I do this,” she said, indicating the limber legs still locked behind her head. Her arms pulled his head down and she pressed her lips to his ears. “And I lick my own pussy until I cum!” Ethan exploded inside her.
They lay naked in the bed as the sun rose, her head on his chest and a sunny smile on her face. “I don’t know what you’re going to do about mom,” she said, “but until you decide daddy, this can be our little secret.”
SECRET SURRENDER
SYNOPSIS:
Chelsea is an eighteen year old future veterinarian. She doesn’t have many friends…her family is both large and poor. It takes really good grades and a bit of savings to get a scholarship and go to college, so she eschews socializing and takes every paying job that comes her way. An all night babysitting job on New Years Eve and a gorgeous and unpredictable employer cause her to find herself in a perplexing position. Does she stay the quiet, shy reclusive student, or does she loosen up, and offer her secret surrender to a man who excites her so….
Chelsea Richards was a very shy and lovely senior in high school. She was a quiet girl, not much given to parties and socializing, and very determined to pursue a career as a veterinarian. Every spare minute she had was reserved for study, and she augmented her allowance by taking every job she was offered. She especially loved to babysit, because the families she sat for were generally much better off than her own, and she could study in relative luxury in the comfort of their much nicer homes. It was noisy at her house, especially when her brothers were there.
She really enjoyed sitting for Blake and Meg Stevens. Meg was kin, pretty and generous, and she was a friend Chelsea could talk to. Blake Stevens, well, Blake was something very different. There was something about the handsome bastard that was irresistible. She didn’t know if it was his good looks and perfect teeth, the way he made her laugh, or the way he made her feel…special. He always flirted with her outrageously, even in front of Meg. When he drove her home, he always took her in the Ferrari, a car she felt she wore like a dress. It was incredibly fast, and Blake drove it with a casual skill that she truly admired…and going fast, very, very fast, made Chelsea’s knees weak and her thighs open. More than once, she’d had to bite down on her lip to keep from shrieking and attacking the handsome devil’s crotch when he took the long way to her house. He loved to go fast, and he seemed to know that she did too. She came once when she looked at the speedometer and saw that it read almost two hundred miles per hour.
She babysat for them on New Year’s Eve, and they were planning to be out so late that they had arranged for her to spend the night. Chelsea had taken a small drink from the open wine bottle at midnight and climbed into the huge soft bed in the guest bedroom. After a few minutes of ruefully thinking about the drive home she would miss tonight, she got up to look out the window at the shiny red Ferrari sitting in the driveway.
South Florida has weird weather. In winter it can be forty degrees outside in the morning and eighty degrees in the afternoon. This year it had been almost freezing on Christmas day, but five days later on New Years, at one thirty in the morning it was almost seventy eight degrees outside. Chelsea opened the window wide and let the air flow over her thin nightgown. On an impulse, she lifted her nightgown over her head and stood on the light of the full moon, wearing only a transparent pair of panties. The warm breezed caressed her skin, and the wind rustling the palm fronds was a seductive song that begged her to be out doing something wild and crazy rather than being just her dull, boring self. It stirred something primal inside her, a wild streak she wasn’t even aware she had.
Blake and Meg’s Bently turned in the driveway and parked, and Blake got out to help Meg stagger into the house. Chelsea could tell that he’d had a couple of drinks, but it was totally obvious that Meg was blasted out of her mind. Chelsea giggled, putting her hand over her mouth, and Blake looked up to see her standing nearly naked in the window. Her first instinct was to duck quickly out of sight, but she knew he had already seen her. What the hell, it was New Years, and she was feeling wild. She smiled prettily and waved, enjoying the look of naked desire on Blake’s face.
She heard them stumble up the stairs, and she heard Meg’s drunken giggles. In moments, she heard Meg’s loud snores, and then the sound of their shower running. Chelsea didn’t even bother picking up her nightgown, she bounded back to the bed and crawled under the covers.
Just as she was about to fall asleep, she heard a knock at her door. “Chelsea? Are you asleep yet?” It was Blake. He opened the door to her bedroom and stepped inside. He held a bottle of champagne and two crystal flutes in one hand and some small object in the other. He walked quietly to her bed. “Are you awake?” he asked again. Chelsea was certain that the smart thing to do would be to pretend to be asleep, but the wildness was still on her. What could happen? His wife was in the next room.
“I’m awake,” she said, sitting up and allowing the sheet to fall away exposing most of one bare breast. She felt the tingles deep in her belly as his deep blue eyes strayed to her boob. He was horny, she could tell by the rising in the front of the pajama bottoms that were all he was wearing…and the way he was looking at her was kind of exciting.
“I thought you might like to toast in the New Year,” he said, offering her one of the flutes. She grinned and reached for it, exposing a single rigid nipple. Chelsea knew she had uncovered it, but a reckless feeling in her demanded that she leave it uncovered…his stare was making her feel sexy as hell, and she was loving every second of it. He poured her crystal flute three quarters full, and then filled his own. He held his up and she clinked hers with his, and they both drained their champagne. “Happy New Years!” Blake said as he poured himself more. She extended her flute for a refill. “No more for you,” he said, “unless you’d rather not drive the Ferrari tonight.”
Chelsea’s jaw dropped, as did the sheet that covered the upper half of her body. “Jesus you’re pretty naked,” Blake said.
“I’m not naked, I’m wearing panties,” Chelsea said, “but if you want to see me naked and spread out like some wanton street whore, the Ferrari is absolutely the right bribe to get what you want!” she exclaimed. She hadn’t stopped to think about what she was saying, it just popped out of her mouth.
“Done,” Blake said, tossing her the keys. “We can drive all the way out to the lake if you like, but you’ve got to do it naked.”
Chelsea knew it was time to stop playing, but the lure of the Ferrari was too much for her. The lake was forty miles away, and it was isolated. It was a fifteen acre lake with white
sand and crystal blue water, and the Stevens had a charming summer cottage there.
“What about Meg?” Chelsea asked him.
“Meg is toasted,” Blake chuckled, “I had to pull her out of Chesterton’s bed to bring her home! I think she fucked half of South Florida tonight.” Chelsea looked at Blake in shock. “It’s no big deal,” Blake shrugged, “we don’t do it all the time, but we belong to a swinger’s group.” Chelsea’s eyes widened. Blake stood up and tugged at her hand, “Come on, let’s go!”
Chelsea was tempted to stay in the bed, but Blake was insistent, so she climbed out and stood in front of him wearing only her panties. “Go ahead,” he said, “take ‘em off…you said you’d get naked if I let you drive the Ferrari…” Chelsea glanced out the window at the fabulous car, and, throwing caution to the wind, stepped out of her panties. It was her secret surrender. Blake was speechless, opening the bedroom door and waving her out of it. When they got to the door leading to the garage, Chelsea sprinted the rest of the way giggling. She was honestly getting a thrill running around the yard naked.
