Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: N/A
This is the first chapter of my first published erotic book. There is also a second book to the story and both can be found on my website. If you are interested please message me for the address. Hope you enjoy this little taste.
“Don…” I heard her sweet voice call out to me, the sound of the front door closing followed close behind with the rustle of plastic bags. Her voice was so much like Beth’s that I almost thought it was her coming home. I shook off the feeling and met Keira in the kitchen. My God… I thought when I rounded the corner and saw her reaching groceries into the top cupboards. Her slim frame stretched to its max, standing on her tip toes. I knew in my mind that it was Keira, not Beth, but my heart and body didn’t seem to understand. From behind she looked so much like Beth, her mother, that I had to fight off the compulsion to walk up behind her and take her into my arms. I missed Beth so much and having Keira around some times made it harder. I appreciated all she had done for me since Beth passed away six months earlier, but seeing her only reminded me of Beth.
Keira was not a carbon copy of her mother, but was damn close. She was an inch taller, a bit slimmer, every bit as sexy, with the same long blonde hair and green eyes. Both of them had small breasts, not tiny, a round full and firm 32Cs, with a tiny waist and full hips. I couldn’t help myself but to stand and watch her. I knew I shouldn’t, that I should help her, but I just couldn’t make myself move, all I could do was watched her as she stretched, twisted and bent down placing each box and can where it belonged, and the last thing that should have been running through my mind was the only thing playing in it. She was unloading the second bag before she noticed me standing in the doorway.
“Oh Christ, I didn’t hear you.” Keira said, pausing only briefly before going back to her task, one that forced her to bend over, showing me her tight young ass. “How long you been there?” She asked, peering at me over her shoulder, holding her bent over position.
“Not long, a minute or so.” I lied, I couldn’t let her know that I had been staring at he like some pervert, which is what I felt like at that moment. “Need some help?”
“No I think I can manage - what would you like for dinner tonight?” She twisted at the waist and I could see most of her beautiful face, her golden hair sweeping down over the opposite side. My God she’s beautiful. She held her pose, waiting for my answer.
“You don’t have to cook Keira, you’ve done enough already.”
“I know - I want to. So what will it be?”
I noticed two boxes of French Bread Pizza’s setting on the counter and pointed to them. “Those will do.”
“You sure? I can fix what ever you want, I don’t mind.” She crooked her head to the side, smiled. “But if that is what you really want.” She said grabbing the boxes from the counter.
“Yeah, that’s good enough for me.” I said returning her smile.
“Well let me pop these in the oven and then I’ll start the laundry.”
“No, I’ll get it. You should be getting home.”
“But I’m eating with you Don; I already told Bill that I was going to be home late.”
“Really Keira, I love having you around, I really do, but you have your own family to take care of.”
“Bill can take care of himself, and besides it’s doing him good to take care of Kallie. He is getting a taste of what I have been doing for the last year.” Keira stood, and turned to face me. I could see the anger in her eyes, the tiredness. “I love Kallie, you know that. I wouldn’t give her up for anything or anybody, but I’m tired of doing everything myself.”
“So to prove your point you spend all your time over here, doing the same things for me? That doesn’t make much since Keira.”
“Maybe not - your right, as always... But I like doing things for you.” She stepped to me, wrapped her arms around my waist, laid her head against my chest, and started to cry. “I just don’t know what to do. I’m so sick of fighting all the time; it’s all we seem to do anymore.” I hugged her tight to me. I couldn’t believe how good she smelled, how good she felt in my arms. I swear I didn’t want to let her go; it was like her wedding day all over again. I was the one that led her down the isle, and gave her away. It was the most difficult thing I had ever done in my life, at that time anyway.
“I can’t tell you what to do baby-girl; this is something you have to do on your own.”
“That doesn’t help much.” She said through her tears, pressing hard against me, squeezing her arms tighter around my waist. “All I ever wanted was to have what mom had with you.”
“Well I don’t think you are ever going to have that with Bill.” I pulled away from her embrace, it was dificult, but I did it. I tilted her tear stained face up to me with a gentle hand under her chin. “All I can say Keira is that you are always welcome here. This was your home before you got married, and it still is.”
“Really, you mean that Don?”
“Really.” I could see her tension start to melt away. A smile formed on her lips and her eyes suddenly had that sparkle back to them. She stood there staring up into my eyes for the longest time, It was as if she had something she wanted to say, but didn’t know how to say it. Then her face lit up and she finally said it, three simple words that carried more meaning then I could have imagined at that moment.
“I love you..." Keira followed her words with bodily expression. She flung her arms around my neck, thrust her body against mine, and kissed me on the lips for the first time since she was thirteen.
I was taken off guard by her affection, especially the kiss. It was all more than I could take. It had been nearly a year since I had had sex, and feeling her firm young body pressed so tight against mine sent my libido soaring. My cock was rock hard before I even realized that her actions had turned me on. Again I tried to pull away from her embrace, but this time Keira wasn’t having it. She only pressed against me tighter. I could feel her firm belly moving against my hard cock and knew she had to feel it too; there was no way she couldn’t. I may not have the biggest penis in the world, but with a fully hard eight inch, and very thick cock rubbing against her belly there was no way she could not notice. I quickly found out that I was right. The next thing I knew, Keira was kissing me hard on the lips, her body grinding against mine. She began to comb her fingers through my hair, and her kiss became even more passionate. There was nothing I could do, I could not resist her. Her lips tasted so good, her body rubbing against mine was like heaven. I could feel her heat through my jeans, a heat that was only matched by my own. I hadn’t felt that kind of heat and desire from anyone except Beth, her mother.
Once I had succumbed to her, and she knew it, Keira quickly moved ahead. I felt her tongue searching for my mouth, one hand slid down to my back, and the other to my chest. I opened my lips, allowing her tongue entrance. She explored my mouth thoroughly, while her hand that had found my chest slowly made its way down over my belly, and found a new home cupping my hard cock. To match her I slowly slid a hand down her back until it cupped her tight little ass. I couldn’t believe how firm her ass was. With my other hand I cradled her face. Her skin was so soft, and smooth. We kept going like this for a few minutes. It was good - no great, but both of us wanted more, a lot more. I knew what was happening was wrong, wrong in so many ways, but at that moment I just didn’t care anymore. I just want to make love to Keira, and she wanted the same. I knew that for sure when her hands joined together to unbutton and zip my pants.
Masterfully she opened my jeans and had them and my boxers at my ankles, and her hands gripping my cock and balls within seconds. All done while standing with her firm round breast still pressed to my lower chest, lips locked to mine, and tongue working its way down my throat. Keira then started to lower herself to her knees. She knelt before me stroking my cock, foundling my balls, while staring up at me with my swollen purple head less than an inch from her pouting lips. The thought of her taking me into her mouth alone was almost enough for me to shoot my load. But when I watched my head disappear between her lips, felt the warm dampness of her mouth, the velvet tip of her tongue circle the base of my throbbing head, it was all I could do to keep from shooting a heavy load of cum down her throat. And when she started to take in more and more of me, it was a battle of control. By the time she had swallowed my entire cock, which she took her time doing, making sure her tongue got to taste every bit of me before reaching the base, I was more than ready to explode. But Keira wasn’t done with me, not by a long shot.
So there I was standing in the middle of my kitchen, staring down into the eyes of my step-daughter, the daughter of my deceased wife, as her head bobbed up and down on my cock, giving me a blowjob of porn movie quality. My cock was throbbing, hot, and ready to erupt. Rather Keira knew or not I wasn’t sure, but she wasn’t stopping. The more I moaned and my body quivered from her expertise, the more she put into her oral assault. Faster and faster her open lips slid up and down my rigid shaft, driving me deep into her throat and sucking hard each time she reached the tip of my head, but never allowing me to escape her soft lips. I could have never of guessed she was that good. It wasn’t much longer when I found myself loosing total control. I couldn’t hold back any longer, the heavenly sensation of her mouth, tongue, and lips had done their job. My balls were tight and cock was throbbing to the point of pain.
“Oh god, I’m going to cum.” I shouted, thinking she would stop, but she didn’t. My cry of warning only drove her harder. Faster and faster she bobbed, squeezing my aching balls in her left hand, twisting her nipple through her shirt with her right. I let out a high pitched moan, and another “Oh my god...” Then dumped my first heavy wave of cum into her hungry mouth.
Keira swallowed quickly, bringing her hand from her breast to my cock, stroking my thick shaft, squeezing my balls, while clamping her lips tightly around the head of my cock, sucking hard. I shot another load into her eager mouth, then another. Still Keira kept stroking, milking my cock of every drop she could. After my fourth load squirted into her mouth she stroked and squeezed for a couple more seconds, then licking her lips she smiled up at me, rose to her feet and kissed me with more passion then ever before. As good as that was it wasn’t enough, not for me, and definitely not for Keira. If this was going to happen then I was going to make sure she got the most pleasure she had ever had in her young life.
As she was still kissing me I reached down and around her, lifting her up into my arms and carried her to the sofa in the living room, never breaking our kiss. To my surprise, and Keira’s, I was still half hard. But that wasn’t going to be good enough, not for Keira, not for her first time with me. No she was going to get the full treatment. I laid her on the sofa and began kissing her neck. Keira had a long sexy neck and I covered every inch of it. When I had worked my way down to her chest, Keira stopped me long enough to remove her shirt and bra. I could not believe my eyes when she unleashed her breast, they were so firm and perky, seemed so large against her small frame, they were beautiful with hard pink nipples. I had to force myself to stop staring at them and go back to what and where I had stopped, at the base of her neck. Slowly I worked my way down in between her perky breasts, kissing, licking every bit of her tasty flesh. Carefully I started to kiss her breasts, one then the other until I had completely circled each of them entirely, excepted for her swollen pink nipples. I moved back up to her lips and kissed her gently. Keira released a long moan and sigh, her hands searching over my naked flesh. I paused for a moment, soaking in her beauty, and then lowered my open mouth over her right nipple. Gently I began to suck on it, flicking its very tip with my tongue. I would stop, then circle it with the tip of my tongue until she would cry out for more. When she had started to twist and shiver I moved on to the left nipple and repeated the process until her hips started to gyrate beneath me. That was my clue that she needed some special attention.
I kissed my way down her belly, her soft, flat belly, making sure to deep tongue her cute little belly button. Keira was already slipping her jeans down as best she could as I reached her pelvis. I kept kissing her sweet skin following her jeans downward path, bypassing her thin, well trimmed pubic mound. Working my way down her slender right thigh, over her knee, not stopping until I had kissed and sucked each of her toes on both feet. I then started to work my way back up her left leg until I finally reached her pubic mound once again. By this time Keira was squirming around as if she were lying in a hot frying pan.
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