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  Ouch! He Feels So Good (The Complete Collection)

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  Ouch! He Feels So Good #1

  Ouch! He Feels So Good #2

  Ouch! He Feels So Good #3

  Ouch! He Feels So Good #4

  Ouch! He Feels So Good #5

  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 young
er 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.

  They’d been best friends since fourth grade, when Tara’s family first moved in down the street. Each of the girls made friends easily enough, but the two of them shared a special bond. Part of that bond was having a similar sexual curiosity. They could share with each other things that they wouldn’t dare say to anyone else. The darkest, filthiest thoughts imaginable – things that would shock or repulse others – made them squeal and giggle with delight.

  Their earliest sexual experiences were with one another. Knowing that boys liked girls who were good kissers, they practiced those skills on each other. The results were so pleasing that they grew bolder, progressing to French kissing and, eventually, to long make-out sessions that had each of them feverishly clawing at the other’s body. They discovered relief in mutual masturbation sessions, making each other come as they kissed and, later, going down on each other.

  Neither girl considered herself to be a lesbian; other girls didn’t make them hot. It was just a private part of their special friendship. As they grew older, it made sense to continue with what had earlier been inquisitiveness. Not only did they enjoy it, but they reasoned that by satisfying each other, they could avoid all of the complications like pregnancy, diseases and a bad reputation that might arise from heterosexual relationships.

  Despite Tara’s eager oral work-out, Cameron was having trouble concentrating. She scooted up on the bed, disengaging from Tara. She reached out her arms to her friend, who moved up into Cameron’s arms.

  “I’m sorry, Cam, I thought you were in the mood,” Tara said.

  “It was really, really good, Tara” Cameron replied, kissing. “I just have something on my mind.”

  “Your dad”? Tara guessed correctly.

  “I just feel so sorry for him. He’s sitting home alone, and he knows that I’ll be going off to college soon and then he won’t have anyone.”

  “I know what you mean,” Tara sympathized. “But maybe it’ll be a good thing, too. Maybe he’ll turn into a swinging middle-aged bachelor. He’ll buy a flashy car and pick up younger chicks. He’ll be swimming in pussy and hammering away at them with his big, thick cock!”

  Cameron sat up quickly. “How do you know my dad’s cock is big and thick?”

  “You told me!” Tara shot back. “You said you used to see his cock fall out of his boxers or his robe, and it was huge! You said you used to peek under his covers at night with a flashlight!” Tara laughed as Cameron grabbed a pillow and hit her with it. Tara continued her teasing. “He’s probably going through your drawers right now, sniffing your panties while he strokes his big dick. I bet he even pulls your dirty undies from the hamper and sniffs the crotch!”

  Cameron sat on Tara’s chest, pinning her on her back. “You are such a pig. I don’t know why I let you lick my pussy with that mouth!”

  “’Oh, Cameron, I wish you were home so I could fuck you right now with my big dick and make my little girl cry.’” Cameron put both hands over Tara’s mouth, but she could still hear her taunting. ”Oh, daddy, it’s too big! Ow, ow, daddy, it’s tickling my ribs!”

  “Shhh, your folks will hear,” Cameron whispered. She appeared to brush off Tara’s taunts, but Tara had hit a nerve, articulating thoughts that Cameron could never share, not even with her best friend. Now she was hornier than ever. “Are you going to finish what you started or what?”

  “See? You just needed to lighten up. Are you ready for the Big Boys now?” Tara leaned over and pulled a gym bag out from under the bed.

>   “Yes, and give me the blindfold.” Tara handed her the blindfold and Cameron put it on. The blindfold was a critical part of the girl’s sex arsenal. They used it for role play games: blind girl and tutor; teacher & student, captor and captive. Cameron had a specific fantasy she wanted to explore now that would benefit from a lack of visual stimulation.

  “Which do you want”: Tara asked, leading Cameron’s hand to the gym bag? Cameron reached in and felt the various sex toys. She found the one she wanted: the largest in the collection. She held it out to Tara.

  “The Jungle Warrior, eh?” Tara chuckled.

  “Shhh!” Cameron whispered. “No more talking.” She rolled over on her front and laid her head in her arms.

  “Oh, yeah,” Tara whispered excitedly. “From the back, eh? It works for me. I love looking at your ass when we fuck.” Tara stroked Cameron’s cheeks and pinched them with what she referred to as her “lobster claws”.

  Cameron ignored her. This position would allow her to concentrate better. Her thoughts drifted the way they did this afternoon at the pool, or almost every night before she fell asleep. It was always the same fantasy. She’s alone in her bed, the door opens, and the mattress shifts from the weight of another person sitting beside her.