The Ultimate Smut Collection 5
Published by Carl East
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Story 4 - Daddy's Halloween Treat
By Carl East
I'd been doing my route now for fifteen years and I knew everyone, in fact, I took pride from the knowledge, that people on my route called me by my first name. I’ve had a few adventures during those years, the sort you’d read about in erotic novels. There was one particular house where two young females lived; their names were Charlene and Carrie Wright. I had seen them blossom into the finest pair of young women on the street.
Charlene had just turned eighteen and Carrie was nineteen, so when they greeted me in the mornings, I was familiar with them both. I knew that Charlene had just turned eighteen, simply because I had a wad of birthday cards in my bag for her. I was running a bit late that morning, as there had been a minor accident at the depot, which put everybody behind.
Charlene greeted me, knowing that I would have a few cards on me. I sorted their mail out and then took one out of my jacket pocket.
"This is from me," I said handing her another card.
She pecked me on the cheek and started to say thanks, when we heard Carrie cry out. It sounded urgent so I rushed into the house to find a small fire coming from the frying pan. Carrie was just about to throw water on it, when I shouted, 'No!' I quickly explained that that would just fuel the fire, while wringing a tea towel out under the sink taps. Then pulling the two girls back, I placed the towel over the pan making it go out almost immediately.
They both thanked me and then Charlene asked me if I wanted a coffee, which I said yes too. While I was drinking my coffee, I couldn't help noticing Charlene's attire; she was wearing a very short skirt and a tight top, which really showed her figure off. However, more than that, she seemed to be playing up to me, because once or twice I caught a glimpse of her panties, as she bent down in front of me for whatever reason.
Passing it off as Wishful Thinking I drank my coffee and then said my good-byes, wishing Charlene a happy birthday.
A couple of days later I found myself back at their house, delivering a few letters and discovered that the doors were open. I knew their parents had gone to their friends home for the weekend and wondered if everything was ok, so being concerned I entered their home calling out Charlene's name as I walked in.
There was no answer, so I looked around on the ground floor but after not finding anybody, I walked up the stairs. It wasn't until I reached the landing, that I heard moans coming from one of the bedrooms. I quickly reached the bedroom in question and opened it slightly.
There on the bed was Charlene putting a vibrator into her pussy, her eyes closed as she began to writhe on the bed. I wanted to back away but my legs wouldn't move and I seemed to be stuck to the spot. Her pussy looked so cute, she had shaved her hairs away and you could see the moistness of her juices sticking to the vibrator.
My hand was resting on my cock, as I unconsciously started to rub it into an erection, her body was such a turn on, as she pulled her breast about with one hand, while probing her pussy with the vibrator in the other. Then I suddenly came and made a moaning noise, as the inside of my pants became very wet.
She looked up, covering her body with a sheet and I felt so embarrassed, I said sorry and proceeded down the stairs. She suddenly came running after me, telling me to stop.
"Please, don't go," she said with a sweet smile on her face.
"I am so sorry, I found the front door open, which was unusual and called out your name, but when there was no answer I became concerned and then of course I stumbled upon you," I said wanting her to know that I wasn't a peeping tom.
"It must have been Carrie, she's gone down to the store and sometimes if you try to close the door too quickly without checking it's shut, it comes open again," she explained.
I had stopped on the middle stair, when she was explaining all this, with cum juices running down my leg as we spoke. She was still turning me on, she had only covered herself with the sheet and one of her long legs was showing.
"Did you enjoy watching me?" She said surprising me.
"Too much," I confessed.
"Come back upstairs and I'll get changed," she said reaching out for my arm.
I knew I shouldn't but I just couldn't help myself, we both went back into her room and then she asked me what I meant by 'too much?' I told her the truth, that I had cum watching her and that it was running down my leg even now. She then did something, which astounded me; she allowed the sheet to fall to the floor.
My cock was suddenly revitalized, as it sprang back into action, her body looked nothing short of perfect. She then reached for my zipper, taking it down with ease and pulled my trousers down, followed shortly by my briefs and releasing my now throbbing cock. She admired it for a few seconds, and then grabbed hold of the shaft, her hands feeling warm, as her fingers closed over the circumference of my cock.
Then bending down, she licked the tip, noticing a bit of cum appearing from the end, her tongue touched it, making it stick and then she tasted the salt. Her mouth then covered most of my cock, as she proceeded to give me a blowjob. I started to moan, as the pleasure of this single event carried on, and then she started to move her hand back and forth in time with her mouth.
I looked down admiring her breasts, as her head bobbed back and forth, the excitement building as the decisive moment drew near. Then I stopped her, not wanting to cum in her mouth, I picked her up gently, and then admiring her body again, I caressed her breasts. Then I guided her to the bed, laying her down; she immediately lay on her back opening her legs, which in turn opened her pussy lips a little.
I had hold of my cock, standing at the foot of the bed, just staring at her beautiful body. Then I climbed on, positioning my rod between her legs and feeling her pussy with the tip of my cock for the first time. She moaned slightly, knowing that my shaft was about to penetrate her outer defenses, and then I pushed feeling it enter her tight cunt.
She put her hands onto my chest, holding me back and then whispered.
"Fuck me hard."
I let it go deep and then pulled it back, the motion a slow one, as I wanted her to feel comfortable. Then I proceeded to fuck her hard, my butt cheeks tensing as I plunged my manhood into her canal.
"Fuck...yes...oh...yes...faster please faster...oh...yes," she murmured.
With encouragement such as this, I wasn't going to last very long, my pounding of her pussy made her almost scream with pleasure as she started to have her first orgasm. Then I heard the floorboards creek and spotted her sister Carrie at the door through the mirror on Charlene's dresser.
She’d been watching just as I had done, her hand was down her panties as she finger fucked her pussy while viewing the show. Charlene was unaware of this, as she screamed she was coming again, only this time I joined her, my cum fairly exploding out the end of my shaft and deep inside her pussy. I looked up to see Carrie was leaning against the doorframe her face a picture of bliss, as she too must have climaxed.
I slowed the pace as my escaping seed ended and glanced at her breasts moving up and down with her heavy breathing, her nipples fully erect. Then she looked up at me, smiling in a way of thanks and I knew that she had really enjoyed that. I then whispered that her sister had been watching us, but that she was gone now.
She didn't care; she seemed over the moon that she had cum in such a wonderful way. I, on the other hand, started to feel a little guilty, having known her since she was a little girl of ten and knowing that this would completely change our relationship. However, there was no denying that it was a wonderful moment in my life. What I didn’t know at the time was that this adventure had only just begun.
It was two weeks later when the next part happened. I was just approaching the Wright residence, when I saw the mother and father taking Charlene somewhere in the car. I was three doors away at the time and when I reached the house, Carrie was at the door.
“Hi Carrie, how’s things?” I said.
She suddenly started to cry and I had no idea why.
“What’s wrong, I hope nothing bad?” I said moving in to comfort her.
“It’s nothing bad; Charlene has finally decided which college she wants to attend. Mom and dad have just taken her and I suddenly realized that I will miss her a lot,” said Carrie.
“Well of course, that’s only natural. You’ll see her again though and you can catch up on all the things that are happening in your lives.”
I then took out a clean handkerchief from my back pocket and handed it over to her.
“Here, dry your tears. Oh, while I’m here could I use the restroom?” I said knowing that I had a couple of blocks to walk yet.
“Yes, come in, you know where it is don’t you?”
“Yes, thank you.”
When I’d finished, my intention was to finish my round and go back to the depot. That’s not what happened however. As I walked towards the front door, I couldn’t see Carrie so I shouted thanks and reached for the door handle.
“Before you go, would you do something for me,” said a voice to my right.
I looked around to see that Carrie was standing in the sitting room doorway wearing a housecoat.
“Yes, of course, what would you like me to do?” I replied.
Her first response was a silent one, as opened her housecoat revealing her naked body beneath and allowed it to fall to the floor.
“Will you make love to me like you did with my sister?” she finally said.
I was speechless; I couldn’t get over the shock of what she’d just done. Her body was unbelievable and when the words she just uttered began to sink in my erection was almost instant. I must have hesitated for too long, because the next thing I know she’s taking my silence and the fact that I have a pole sticking out in front, to mean that I am interested and immediately knelt down in front of me to unzip my fly.
I looked down as she reached into my pants and watched her taking my cock out. When it suddenly popped out in full view, she admired it before placing the end into her mouth. I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment and only reopened them again when I felt my cock sliding into her mouth. She was still holding it and licking the ridge whenever she brought it out. I knew straight away that she’d done this before.
Her large breasts were rocking back and forth, as her head moved in and out and I gently placed my hands at the back of her head so that they moved when she did. My god it felt good. I was already feeling close to the inevitable and when I knew my seed was about to make an appearance I told her. She chose to ignore me and kept sucking until finally it was too late. I exploded inside her mouth and still she kept sucking.
She carried on until I’d stopped completely and she was satisfied that I’d stay hard. When she finally let go of my cock she looked up and with almost a pleading voice, she said, “Fuck me.”
I helped her to stand and picked her up before taking her upstairs. When we got there, she pointed to her own bedroom and after kicking the door open; I walked in and laid her on the bed.
Then I took complete control by first spreading her legs and then kneeling in-between them. The first time the tip of my tongue touched her clit she let out a deep-throated sigh of satisfaction and spread her legs a little wider. I licked and then used a finger to move her erect clit around while I sucked her pussy lips into my mouth. She started to squirm and thrust her hips up to meet my tongue and then suddenly arched her back before screaming that she was going to climax.
I’d never seen a woman get that wet before but it excited me to know that she’d been satisfied. When she recovered I told her to get onto her knees, which she did and then I entered her from behind. She was so wet that my cock had no trouble penetrating her inner sanctum and as it slid inside, she leaned forward a little more to thrust her butt up and outward further.
This had always been my favorite position as I could go as deep as humanly possible and watch it disappearing at the same time. I gripped Carrie’s butt cheeks and began to fuck her hard. Carrie let out a squeal of approval and was getting wetter and wetter. When she came for the second time that day, I decided to change positions and told her to lie on her back, which she did. I then pulled her legs up until her feet were level with her head and leaned into her.
Being so young, she was quite supple and was finding this position very easy to achieve. I could get a good penetration as well, which made it all the more enjoyable. Twenty minutes later, I started to draw closer and she had cum for a third time. When I came, I pulled it out and shot my load all over her breasts. After that, I collapsed onto the bed next to her and felt exhausted.
Carrie kissed me and then whispered into my ear.
“Can you do that again?” she said.
I couldn’t believe that she still wasn’t satisfied; nevertheless, I simply told her if she could get me hard again, I would love to.
She then began to suck on my cock and five minutes later, I was hard once more. I’d never gone three times in one day before, so for me this was an achievement. She then climbed onto me and started to fuck me. I adored the way she’d rise up and fall onto my cock. When she came for the fourth time, I was nowhere near but I’d had enough and thanked her for an amazing time.
She asked to see me again tomorrow but I pointed out that there was no way of knowing if her parents were going to be around. It turned out that they were going off to a casino after dropping her sister off at college and wouldn’t be back for a couple of days. As I left that day, I promised I’d see her tomorrow and looked forward to it.
I used to think that erotic adventures of deliverymen were a complete fantasy, now I knew better and simply loved my job.
The End
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She wailed as she slammed her hips into me, trying to get me as deep as possible. For myself, I was doing the best I could to do the same, but she was in control thanks to her enthusiasm. I had reached the point of groaning my own pleasure while I pulled her hips as close to me as I could get when she finally came in a cascade of cries, clawing at the bed sheets while she clenched down tight on me. It was enough to send me over as well and I pushed as deep as I could while I filled her. My body shook with hers and her strong legs wrapped around me to make sure that I stayed deep as long as I could.
Finally, as with everything, it ended. I lay on top of her, gasping. My muscles felt like three-day-old balloons. She shuddered quietly while aftershocks of pleasure rumbled through her. Finally, she opened her gorgeous eyes and smiled up at me. “Thanks, Terry,” she said. “I was about to start climbing the walls.”
“Always glad to help,” I said, tweaking her left breast a little. She gasped and jerked a little. I snickered and rolled off her, lying on my back.
Jessie rolled so that she was pressed up against me, facing me. Her enormous breast rolled over my arm and onto my chest, and I stoked the side of it. She sighed very quietly at the touch, partly with exasperation and partly with the quiet pleasure that it gave her. “Did I tell you about the magician I found?” she said.
I laughed. “You didn’t have time to tell me much of anything except ‘Right now!’”
Jessie glowered at me. “Yeah, yeah. You know how it is, smart-ass.”
“I do. What magician?”
She grinned, her teeth perfect and even. “I found a guy who specializes in transformation magic. He says that he can probably break the curse.”
I stared into her eyes, shocked. “What, seriously? She said that it couldn’t be broken.”
Jessie nodded and sat up, her breasts sliding into giant teardrop shapes over her flat belly. Rather than being fatigued from our lovemaking, she was energized. It was always that way afterward. She said, “He thinks that it wasn’t as bad as she said it was, because something like that would take a lot more preparation than just a few seconds. So unless we managed to piss off a witch queen, then he thinks that it should be reversible.”
“There haven’t been any witch queens for three hundred years,” I said.
She nodded, grinning cheerfully while her blonde hair swirled and her breasts jiggled with the motion. “Exactly! He said it would be around a thousand dollars, and I told him that we could come up with that for something this important.”
“Yeah, totally. I’ll sell off some of the stocks and we’ll be golden. When do we go see him?”
Her grin widened just a little. “A week from today.”
Mine fell. “Oh. So not until after…”
“Sure, but who cares? Once we go see him we don’t have to worry about it again, right?”
I snorted. “Sure, easy for you to say?”
She glared at me. “Are you kidding? Do you have any idea how hard the last three days were?”
I had some idea. I’d been away at a conference, a series of programs on how to survive as an independent potioneer in today’s market. I’d hated to leave her alone for so long but there just hadn’t been the money for both of us to go. As soon as I’d walked through the door she’d attacked me and a couple of strenuous hours later here we were. I was exhausted.
“Yes, I have some idea,” I said, smiling a little.
“Yeah, yeah, felt great, but that’s true every time. It was the earliest appointment I could get, okay? We’ll just have to survive it until then.”
“YOU will. Full moon’s tomorrow.”
I opened my eyes in time to see her try to hide a grin. “Yep. But hell, last time, right?”
“I sure hope so.” I closed my eyes again and she got up to go. I barely had the energy to watch her wrap her spectacular body in her silk robe and head to her own room. I was asleep seconds after she closed the door.
Thoughts of Jessie filled my head that night. It was normal for the night before the change. I woke up at midnight, sitting upright in bed with a gasp like someone who’d been thrown into a mountain stream. A moment of absolute cold passed over me and I wormed my way back under the covers again, resigned to what I would find in the morning.
I woke up around nine. I hadn’t set an alarm because I liked to sleep as late as I could on the night before the change. We had the shop closed that day. Most of our patrons believed our story that we had to recalibrate things because of the full moon and since it wasn’t a complete lie we were able to get away with it once a month.
I sat on the edge of the bed letting my brain become used to my altered body. Then I stood and went into the bathroom to take stock. I was shorter of course. My hair had started to grow out, changing from its usual nondescript brown to a much lighter golden blonde color. My eyes were stuck somewhere between green and brown, set in a face that was no longer mine. My body was more delicate, slimmer and less hairy than before. My cock was so short now that I almost had to sit down for my morning piss but I stood out of a sense of defiance.
Jessie was already up by the time I got to the kitchen. She usually got up early, feeling that the curse was no reason to change her habits. She mostly used the day off to work on the paperwork for the shop, get things tidied and see to any chores that could be done without going outside. Rumors of a curse affecting the proprietors could do a lot of damage to a shop like ours, so we didn’t go out on those days.
Jessie put a cup of coffee down in front of me and said, “Morning. A little short today, are we?”
Jessie herself was noticeably taller than she had been the night before. She wasn’t quite as tall as I was yet but it was just a matter of time. Her breasts had shrunk dramatically, hardly a B cup anymore. I glanced at the clock and felt my own chest. Still flat, though not as hard as it usually was. Her hips were narrower as well, no longer the grand triumph of biological architecture that they’d been for the last month. My own sweatpants felt a bit tight but I knew it was psychological; the real changes wouldn’t start until noon. Her hair was shorter and darker and her eyes weren’t nearly as clear a shade of green as they had been.
“Ha ha,” I said in a monotone. “With material like that it’s no wonder that someone cursed you.”
Jessie snorted and left for the shop’s office. We inhabited a spacious apartment above the potion shop that we both operated during normal days. Half the space below was for the public face of the shop and the rest was for storage, office and laboratory space.
I spent the day as I usually did, on the Internet trying to track down any information about transformation spells that I didn’t already know. The problem with learning anything about transformation magic was the same problem that I ran into with other spells: they were beyond my level.
The more ability you’re born with, the more powerful the magic you can comprehend. The powerful mage’s and witch queens and wizard lords are only halfway plugged into reality. That’s why it was hard for me to make any headway on the curse. I just wasn’t powerful enough to understand a lot of what had been done.
None of the witch doctors we’d consulted had been able to give us much either. A few of them had tentatively prescribed some expensive pills, but they hadn’t done anything at all to the curse. The problem was that the magic was only active once a month, on the days that we changed. The rest of the time, it only left a faint trace that was difficult for normal practitioners to discern.
I felt myself changing more and more as my Internet searches went on. Just before noon, I stopped to go lie down. I stared at the ceiling while the clock ticked down and right at noon I felt a shock as though something inside me had been turned inside out. It passed quickly, leaving me in almost the same condition, I’d been in a moment before but I knew the truth. I was on the other side now, accelerating toward womanhood. Jessie was heading the other way.
I felt between my legs. My cock and balls had shrunk all morning and now there was nothing there but a flat blank. I was as well hung as a Ken doll. The rest of me was neuter as well; purely androgynous to the point where it would be impossible to tell whether I’d been born male or female.
I knew that Jessie was going through the same thing. He was probably grinning, though, the bastard. In the five years since we’d acquired our curse, he was still tickled on the days that he turned male again and depressed on the days that he turned female. It made for a tense couple of days each month as the other symptoms of the curse worked their way into his mind.
It was too early for that but I knew what was coming. The witch who had cursed us hadn’t looked like the traditional witch. There was a lot of black and a lot of capes and pointed hats and attempts to grow warts. She had been one of the neo-witches, the ones who look more like people who’d gotten lost on the way to a heavy metal concert than dangerous magical practitioners. Young and irritable, she’d taken umbrage at the state of our shop, deeming it quaint and dirty. I took pride in presenting a neat storefront to our patrons but I hadn’t said anything, just set my jaw and set to straightening some of the ingredients into neater rows. Jessie had tried to joke with her to defuse the situation.
She hadn’t been in a joking mood. When he’d said something about the place just needing a woman’s touch, she’d swelled up and pointed a finger at both of us while shrieking something about making sure that it wouldn’t be a problem anymore. Then she’d spun and left, disappearing from our lives completely. We’d forgotten about it by that evening but that midnight was the first time for me to sit straight up while someone poured ice water through me. I’d already started changing when I got up the next morning and by the time the next day rolled around, we were aware of the first part of what the curse was doing to me.
Of course, the second part took another day. And the last part took another month.
I sat up and went back to work once the shock passed. I know that when the change is happening that I can’t really feel it, but I imagined that if I sat very still and concentrated hard that I could sense the slow creep of alteration. Rather than drive myself crazy I started researching the guy that Jessie had found to help us out. He claimed to be a DM (doctor of magic, to you), and some research into his background and his alma mater told me that his claim was probably legit. He hadn’t just bought his degree online somewhere.
I resurfaced to check on my changes. They were proceeding like they usually did though I hesitated to call them normal. My hair was longer and had changed entirely over to that golden blond color. My eyes were still caught halfway between green and brown though the brown was starting to lose the fight.
My nipples were pointed and drooped a bit, the flesh underneath them puffy and tender. My hips were slightly wider and my bottom was starting to gain what looked like a layer of baby fat. The blank between my legs had formed a depression and I knew that if I stroked it that it would feel like my penis had gone to sleep. There would be a distant sort of pleasure from it, but nothing like a sexual high. That would come later.
The day wore on and the changes in my body slowly compounded. I knew what the final picture would be but the curse seemed to enjoy taking its own sweet time getting there. I woke up groggy after a long afternoon nap to find that I was no longer even neuter; anyone would have identified me as female.
I was shorter, of course. Sometimes I thought that the curse had gotten things wrong and that I was going to shrink down to nothing, but the fact was that I lost a half inch per hour from midnight to midnight; I’d end up at five-three instead of my true height of six-three. My hair was still growing too; by the time it finished, it would be long enough that I’d have to sweep it out of the way when I sat down. My nipples were enlarged and their bases had gone from puffy to swollen, not quite an A-cup yet but well on their way. My hips were starting to gain a pleasant curve along with my ass and my legs were smooth and hairless already. The depression between my legs had noticeable lips now and it was deep enough to swallow my index finger to the first knuckle.