EROTIC TALES

BIG BLACK DADDY (part two)

"Since you started unbuttoning that shirt." He nodded towards the discarded blouse with the doused front, "I must say, your mother's breasts aren't that perky anymore, even if they are splendid for her age." Rachel gasped and stumbled another step back as he tossed the clean top on her dresser again, his eyes meeting hers. It was hard to continue to back away from him when he was standing right here, in her room, where she had always wanted him. The black t-shirt he wore strained over his muscles and she found her eyes drifting to his pecs. She licked her lips nervously and forced her eyes to snap back to his as he laughed a bit.

"You don't belong in my room, go back to your own." Rachel was afraid that she didn't sound as resolute as she would have liked, and her voice wavered as her rear met her desk. She could feel the edge pushing against her jeans and she bit her lip.

"Mine appears to be unusually devoid of any compay, so I thought I'd come see if yours was any more exciting," his eyes flicked down to her breasts again before jetting back up to her eyes, "I'm not disappointed to say that it definitely is." He smiled again and came to a stop only a few inches from her. Rachel tried to slow her heartbeat, and tried not to think all those naughty thoughts she had a tendency to think about her mother's fiance.

"Come on, Michael, take off." She tried to stand up straighter, to appear more in control of herself than she really was. Micheal laughed and reached out, three of his large fingers touching her face, tracing the line of her cheek down to her chin. She was surprised at how rough his fingertips were, and she felt herself become instantly wet again, her chest pounding as her stomach churned with excitement. It took her a long moment to jerk away from him, turning her head and striking out at his chest with the flat of her palm. "Get out!"

Michael laughed yet again and took a step back, raising both hands, "You know, I was just thinking, I'm gonna marry your mom in a few days, and you're not too old to call me Daddy, are you?" This time his laughter rumbled from deep in his chest and filled the whole room. It was a deep rolling sound that shook Rachel to the bone as she stared at him with wide eyes, "I mean, you're only eighteen." He was still laughing as he spoke and Rachel flung herself at him, cursing.

"Who the hell do you think you are, you jackass!?" One of her fists hit his chest hard, but glanced right off as he laughed, and the other quickly followed. Michael took a step back as he caught her wrists in his hands. falling back onto her bed as his knees hit the frame. He continued to laugh as her body came crashing down on top of his, and she continued to struggle to hit him, none of the blows even phasing him.'

It was a few minutes before Rachel registered what had happened, and as she slowly became still on top of Michael her eyes grew wide again. As she looked down at her mother's fiance she could feel her breasts mashed against his rock hard pecs, and her knees had slid off to either side of his waist, leaving his obviously erect c**k straining through his jeans and pushing firmly against the crotch of her own pants.

She gasped and started to push up and away from him, feeling his tight grip on her wrists, her breasts came up off his chest but she involuntarily moaned as her p***y ground against his c**k through their clothes. and she fell back down on top of him, her mouth meeting his.

Rachel moaned again as Michael rolled her over and pinned her beneath his body, his mouth taking hers over, his tongue forcing its way between her lips. Rachel gasped as her wrists were pinned above her head, but she opened her mouth willingly and pushed up against Michael, giving in to the desires she had been fighting ever since her mother had first brought him home a year ago. Michael's body was hot and hard against hers as he ground his large erection between her thighs, and she found herself wrapping her legs around his waist, arching up against him. She was so wet now that she wondered, absently, if her jeans were wet as well.

Michael pulled away from the kiss, groaning as he smiled down at her and licked his lips, his mouth still close to hers. Rachel whimpered slightly, wanting more. He'd started this, and it would be a real b***h if he got up and left her hot and wet now, but instead he leaned back down and she felt his lips on her neck as he nuzzled her neck. She lifted her chin and closed her eyes, enjoying the burning sensation of his mouth against her flesh, his teeth sharp against her neck here and there as he bit her. She arched her back again as he bit down on her earlobe and pulled, letting go with a flick of his tongue.

"Can I let go of you now, or are you going to punch me again?" His voice was husky in her ear, hoarse with desire and amusement. She felt herself shudder beneath him as she let her hands relax, and she nodded, unable to speak for a moment,

"I'd only hurt myself anyway . . ." There was a bit of amusement in her voice, but it was so buried under the heavy desire she felt, she wasn't sure he could even hear it. It didn't seem to matter. His rough hands moved slowly down her bare arms, raising goosebumps as she moved beneath him, grinding her wet crotch against his c**k again.

He groaned and smiled, his hands coming to her breasts, cupping them slowly, his lips tracing the line of the fabric, his tongue flicking out between kisses to taste her. He squirmed with pleasure, slightly ticklish, but as his thumbs ran over her hard n*****s through the thin fabric she felt herself relax back again, biting her lip in pleasure.

"Michael . . ." She forgot what she was going to say as she felt him unhook the front clasp of her bra and take one of her n*****s into his hot mouth, sucking it between his teeth and biting down gently, testing how far he could pull the hard little nub before she cried out in a mix of pain and undeniable pleasure.

He released her n****e a moment later, his lips barely brushing the curve on the underside of her breast as he spoke, "I thought I told you to call me Daddy."

Rachel moaned, and she felt him take her other n****e between his teeth like he had the last one and her fingers curled agaisnt his shaved head, "Oh, Daddy . . ." She closed her eyes for a long moment as he sucked and bit at her n*****s, but her eyes opened as he began to kiss her stomach, his lips causing her to giggle as he tickled her, his course hands moving down her sides. As he kissed her belly button, running his tongue around it before letting it slip inside the little dip she felt his hands come to the top of her jeans, and then she felt the button give way and slip through the eye hole.

She gasped and arched a little raising her butt off the bed as she felt the zipper come down and the gentle pull of her pants as he started to slide them off. Even as the fabric slowly left her flesh she felt his breath on her thighs as he slowly began to bathe and kiss her flesh, working his way up toward her wet p***y and damp panties.

"Mmm," he groaned as his tongue finally ran over the fabric between her legs, tasting the damp patch of cotton, "you taste as sweet as your mother, baby girl." Rachel could do nothing but moan and writhe in pleasure as he continued to taste her through her soft pink panties, his tongue was hot through the fabric, and her c**t swelled with blood as he ground the cotton into it.

"Oh God, Daddy, please. . ." She moaned as she pulled on the back of his head and she heard him chuckle quietly as he hooked his fingers in the sides of her panties and pulled them down. Rachel sighed with pleasure as the cool air of the room contacted her soaking wet p***y and she spread her legs wide for Michael, opening her clean shaven p***y for him. As he pushed back down into her cunt she gasped and cried out, his tongue pushed her c**t against the sharp edges of his teeth and he nipped her c**t. She arched hard off the bed and then came down as he chuckled again, letting his tongue bathe her slit, working down to the dripping hole a little deeper. She cried out as his tongue slipped inside of her, his hands moving up her body to grasp her breasts and squeeze them. As he groaned into her p***y she felt her eyes go back in her head and she ground her cunt up into his face.

Laughing, Michael pulled away from her p***y, licking his lips and looking up her body as she relaxed, whimpering and looking down at him, She still held on to his head, and she hoped against all hope that he would go back to what he had been doing. Michael chuckled as he flicked his tongue over her c**t, watching her jerk with pleasure. He did it a couple more time before he started climbing up her body, lowering his own 6'4" muscle-bound frame down over her petite 5'3" body.

"You liked that, didn't you? You liked having your daddy down between your legs, licking that sweet p***y of yours." He grinned as he leaned down and kissed her, letting her taste her juices on his lips, in his mouth, coating his tongue as he thrust it against hers. She only moaned in reply, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He pulled away and kissed her lips one short time as he looked down at her.

"Why don't you show me how much you liked it, give me a kiss I won't forget when I get in bed with your mother tonight and bury my c**k in her cunt.." Rachel moaned and felt herself moving as Michael rolled over, his arms wrapped around her to bring her with him. Her wet p***y pushed against his jeans as she moved, grinding the denim into her sensitive c**t. She looked down at Michael as he let his fingers trail over her breasts, watching her move down his body. Her hands moved lightly over his chest and abdomen until she came to his pants. She leaned down and moaned as she kissed his pants lightly, tasting her own wetness there. She could imagine what his c**k looked like, smashed inside the denim, straining against the cotton of his boxer briefs. She ran her tongue over the fabric as she unsnapped his pants and pulled down the zipper, looking up at him. He was smiling as he rested his head on one arm, the other reaching down so that he could play with her dark hair.

Rachel pulled Michael's pants down slowly, surprised when his c**k smacked her in the face. He hadn't been wearing any underwear. She could feel dampness on her cheek where the head of his c**k must have left a collection of pre-c*m.