Massively Taboo 50

by Izzy Slam

  “I always did like this position,” Mr. Hathaway grumbled as he pressed his cock to my backside.

  Pa brushed the hair out of my face and watched my expression change from that of smiling to that of painful bliss. My mouth fell open and my eyes closed as the pressure intensified. Pa kept thrusting, but he slowed down as Mr. Hathaway invaded my rectum. The burn intensified, but this time he entered me much quicker than last night, popping his way inside my ass like a professional.

  “Oh yes…” I moaned.

  My nipples brushed along my pa’s chest and immediately began to leak milk. Moans filled the room as both my holes were filled and fucked, making me delirious.

  “I think she’s going to cum soon, aren’t you, Ruthie?” Pa asked.

  Keeping my eyes tightly shut, I nodded as both of their cocks slid in and out. I had never known such pleasure, and I felt warm tingles creep up and down my body as a double orgasm began to take hold.

  I could feel it in my ass and my pussy at the same time, and I had never known such pleasure.

  “Don’t stop,” I begged. “Oh please … don’t stop.”

  Pa and Mr. Hathaway both picked up the pace, fucking me harder and harder. I felt Mr. Hathaway’s sack bouncing against my labia and, I imagined, my husband’s cock as well.

  Pa fisted the sides of my hair and let out a growl as both my holes tightened at once. I huffed, and my thighs began to tremble as a hard line of milk sprayed out of both my breasts at once.

  “That’s it, Ruthie, cum for us…”

  I shuddered as I came hard just then. My pussy and ass both contracted hard, over and over, as an orgasm gripped me from head to toe.

  Seconds later, both the men growled as they spurted their seed inside of my belly. I was filled all the way with their cum, feeling it leak out of me with each thrust they gave. I felt so special and so fulfilled as they used me for their pleasure.

  Mr. Hathaway spanked my bottom a few times, and Pa twisted my nipples before running his palms all along the wet mounds. His chest was covered in thick, white fluid, and all from my breasts.

  “Take my cum, whore,” Pa grumbled in my face.

  I was still trembling from my orgasm, but seconds later, I felt Mr. Hathaway pull out of me, his cock already turning flaccid.

  He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. “I need to shower up and head to work. You two enjoy your day.”

  Pa gave him a quick nod as I lay down sideways, stretching my legs out along his chest.

  “I could get used to this life,” I said, feeling satisfied once again.

  Pa laughed and stroked the side of my arm. “Don’t you think we’re already somewhat used to it?”

  I shrugged, smiling to myself. I suppose in a way we were. We only had one more month of this kind of carefree life, and I wasn’t sure how drastically things would change once the baby came along. I was certain I’d be “out of commission” for at least a few weeks and settling into a life of new motherhood.

  But we had already hired a nanny to provide care, and Mr. Hathaway had a complete list of wet nurses for me to call upon. So things shouldn’t change that much.

  After Pa excused himself to the wash room, I made my way to the kitchen for some coffee and cereal. The butler had already prepared everything and left me to eat alone.

  I was surprised when I saw Mr. Hathaway come through the door.

  “Master?” I covered my mouth, realizing Pa might hear me if I wasn’t careful. “I mean, Mr. Hathaway. I thought you left?”

  He sat next to me at the small breakfast table and covered my hand with his. His smile was sweet and loving. “I just wanted you to know that this morning meant a lot to me. I know things may get tricky here and there, especially once the baby comes along.”

  “We’ll make it work, Master. I’m sure of it.”

  He leaned forward and kissed me. “I’m sure of it as well. But know this,” he added, cupping my face lovingly. “I still think of you as my property, despite Warren being your husband. And I will always take good care of you, no matter what.”

  He stood up to leave, giving me a wink before disappearing. And I knew then that I did love him. I loved him and my pa.

  We would continue to sneak around. I could feel it in my bones. Maybe it wasn’t right, but it’s just the way it was. I guess Mr. Hathaway was my dirty little secret.

  ~The End

  Defiled at Church (Savannah, Gloria, Bonnie, Carol, Rita)

  “Savannah”

  ***

  My step brother and his family visit me over Easter weekend. It’s been a while since I’ve seen my step niece, but it doesn’t take long for us to “catch up.” And when she agrees to help me hide some Easter eggs for the upcoming hunt, one thing leads to another, and before you know it, she’s practically begging me to take her innocence.

  My step brother and his family came to stay with me not too long ago over Easter weekend. We hadn’t seen each other in about ten years because he had been in Germany serving in the military, so I was looking forward to bonding with him again.

  I knew his kids would have grown some since the last time we had visited, but I was not prepared for the deliciousness that came prancing through my front door that Friday evening.

  My step niece Savannah was a tall, redheaded bombshell that looked more like a something out of one of my wet dreams. I did the mental calculations, and she was eight the last time I saw her. Which would put her right at about 18 years old.

  She was full figured and all decked out in this cute but casual sundress. She also flashed me a smile that led me to believe she wanted a little Uncle Terry in her panties. I’ve seen that look before, believe me. And since we weren’t related by blood, there was no reason to feel guilty about the whole thing.

  I said my “hellos” to Rick, Patrice, and their son Jacob, then turned my attention to Savannah. “You probably don’t remember me, huh?” I asked her, smiling and keeping my gaze well above chest level.

  “It’s been a while, but I remember you, Uncle Terry.”

  She had these cute as fuck dimples that creased her cheeks when she smiled, and my stomach did somersaults. I know that doesn’t sound very manly of me, but that’s what it felt like.

  “Come here,” I said, holding out my arms for a hug.

  She grinned and pressed her body to mine, and like a damn perv I got stiff and had to fight back the growl that was forming in my throat as I felt her breasts press against my chest.

  That night after dinner, we all sat around and watched a movie, and every time I looked at Savannah, she was staring at me, sucking on the tip end of her pointer like she was trying to force me to read her mind. I didn’t have ESP, but I did have extra sexual perception. So, I was pretty sure Savannah was attempting to seduce me in a very innocent kind of way.

  I reminded myself that just because she was 18 (and yes, I confirmed that she was, just to make sure I was perving on a legal woman) didn’t mean that I could take her out back and fuck her when her parents weren’t looking. Or sneak in her bedroom during the night. Or take her for ice cream and feel her up in the car.

  Not that I was having dirty thoughts or anything.

  But it was kind of nice to know I still had it going on. I was nearly forty years old, and since I was tall with dark hair and had a few muscles here and there, finding women to date had never been a challenge. And apparently I was looking good to my niece. What can I say? I really wanted to reward her with a thank-you fuck.

  The next morning, I got a phone call from Miss Marjorie, one of the church secretaries, asking if I’d be willing to help plant some Easter eggs for the big hunt they were having that evening. I told her I’d be happy to, and that I might bring some help along.

  Sure, I wanted to get Savannah alone. But I thought she would also enjoy getting out of the house and doing something fun and holiday related.

  When I asked her if she wanted to go, she seemed to show interest.

  “I’d be happy to
help. But, are Mom and Dad going too?”

  “No,” I answered. “It’s just us two. Your parents said they would take Jacob to the museum downtown if you wanted to come along with me to the church.”

  She pulled her lower lip into her mouth and her eyes flickered. “Okay. That sounds fun. I’d rather be outside hiding candy than stuck inside some boring museum.”

  I laughed and told her we’d leave right after lunch, and she said she couldn’t wait.

  ***

  Savannah was wearing another cute sundress with sandals and a straw hat. Fuck, she looked insanely adorable. I wanted to touch her skin, feel the smoothness of her creamy flesh.

  “Does your dad take you all to church every week?” I asked her on the way.

  “Oh yes, absolutely. Every week, no matter what. He treats it with the importance of school, and so do I.”

  “Oh really?” I swiveled my head in her direction. “You enjoy all that bible stuff?”

  Savannah giggled, which relieved me. I’ve been accused of being too blunt.

  “Yes, Uncle Terry. I enjoy all that bible stuff. I’m a good Christian girl. I even go on Sunday nights and Wednesday evenings. I take my relationship with the Lord very seriously.”

  I could feel her stare pressing down on me, like she was testing me or waiting on my reaction.

  “Well, that’s good. You should be a good girl. I guess I’m a good guy. But if I’m being honest, I mostly go to church to socialize with my buddies. And to meet chicks.”

  When I looked Savannah’s way, her mouth was hanging open, a smirk playing on her lips.

  “Uncle Terry!” she laughed.

  “Hey,” I shrugged. “It’s true. Nice girls go to church, and I like nice girls.”

  As soon as I said it, I realized how awkward things had just become. I glanced at Savannah, and she was twirling the bottom of her skirt between her fingers, her face a crimson red as she stared ahead.

  “So, how many girls have you dated from your church?” she asked, her voice sounding hesitant.

  “Oh, I don’t know. I’ve gone out with a few. Not too many, why?”

  She shifted in her seat, and I was having a hard time getting a read on her. I was picking up on a vibe, like she was conflicted or something.

  “I was just curious is all. I’ve never been out on a date or anything.”

  My eyeballs damn near popped out of my head, and my hands gripped the steering wheel a little tight. I pulled in a deep breath, so many thoughts swirling through my head.

  “I gotta say, I’m surprised to hear you say that. Pretty girl like you ought to be fighting off the boys with sticks.”

  “Sometimes I do,” she answered. I caught Savannah pulling up her dress little by little. I glanced at her legs, slowly being revealed to me. Then she paused and slid her dress back down as though it were nothing more than a nervous habit. “But I’ve never met anyone I liked well enough to say yes to. Maybe I’m just too picky.”

  “Absolutely not, sweetheart. There’s no such thing as being too picky nowadays. Too many sleaze balls out there. And let’s face it. We both know what most teen boys are thinking about,” I said, tapping her on the leg.

  She gave me a sideways look, biting her lip as her face turned a bright pink. “Yeah. I know you’re right. And that’s part of the problem. I don’t want a teen boy. I want a man. A real man.”

  My cock twitched inside my pants. I glanced her way again, and this time she was looking me dead in the eye as she dragged her tongue along the corner of her mouth.

  “Oh,” I said, completely speechless for the first time in a long damn time. “I can, uh, understand that. I suppose.”

  And I want a nice, sweet, virgin I can sink my dick into, sweetheart, I wanted to say. But I kept my mouth shut. For now.

  She was quiet for the next few minutes, and once we pulled into the church parking lot, I thought for sure my boner would be gone. But it wasn’t. It was poking into my zipper, and I wasn’t sure how I would get out of the car without it being spotted.

  I don’t know why being at church didn’t numb my sex drive, but all I could hear echoing in my head was Savannah’s voice.

  I want a man … a real man…

  Oh fuck, baby. I am a real man, and I am right here.

  I gave my niece a nervous smile as I got out of the car. I shoved my hands in my pockets, hoping that would hide my erection. Fortunately, by the time we got to the church entrance, it had gone away. And all I could do was hope that there would be plenty of guys here helping out. Anything to keep my mind off of banging my niece.

  ***

  There were only two other people helping hide the eggs. But since we had 200 to distribute around the property, there was enough work to go around.

  The church secretary gave us large pillow cases to carry them in and sent us off in different directions.

  Savannah followed me out the door, and I asked her if she was okay doing this.

  “Of course, Uncle Terry. Why wouldn’t I?”

  “I don’t know. Just wanted to be sure I haven’t roped you into something that’s going to be a pain in the ass.”

  Savannah stepped close to me and put her hand on my arm. “Uncle Terry, this is the most fun I’ve had in months. I love kids, and I love Easter. How could this possibly be a pain in the ass?”

  She tucked some of her red hair behind her ears as she looked up at me so serious. Her lips were shiny with gloss, which made me wonder when she had put it on. But suddenly I had forgotten why we were standing here when all I wanted to do was kiss her.

  Oh yeah. Pain in the ass.

  “Well that’s good. I’m glad to know I haven’t ruined your Sunday.”

  She giggled and rolled her eyes. “I guess we’ll meet back here when we’re done?”

  “Sure thing, sweetheart.”

  I watched her bounce down the steps, her little dress flying up. And it made my cock stiff again. I held the bag in front of my crotch as I walked down the steps, just in case I bumped into any passersby.

  It took me about thirty minutes to find some good hiding spots. It shouldn’t have taken that long, but Miss Marjorie said to look for shaded spots so the sun wouldn’t melt the chocolate. The eggs would be outside for several hours before parents and kids would show up for the hunt.

  I had just strategically hidden the last egg when I started to get a little hot, so I headed back inside for some water from the machine and to cool off. I made my way down the corridor and to steps that led downstairs to the rec room.

  I heard sounds as I got to the foot of the stairs, assuming it was one of the other church members with the same idea as me. But as I walked around the corner and immediately spotted the floral dress as well as the backs of Savannah’s creamy thighs as she bent down to retrieve something from the snack machine, my heart jumped a few beats.

  She spun to face me with that deer in the headlights look. “Oh, Uncle Terry! You scared me.”

  She twisted the cap off the bottle as I approached her. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you. Did you finish hiding the eggs?”

  “Sure did, just a few minutes ago.” She wiped some hair away from her forehead before gulping down some water. She then passed me the bottle. “Want some?”

  “Thanks, sweetie. That’s exactly what I came down here for.”

  I took the bottle and drank most of what was left as Savannah ran her gaze around the rec room.

  “This is a nice church. I wish ours had a recreation area like this.”

  It was pretty nice. Half of the space was a gym and the other half an area set up with a ping pong table, a few arcade machines, and a bar where snacks could be prepared. Savannah brushed past me, making her way towards a door that led to an office.

  “What’s in here?” she asked, twisting the knob.

  “Just an office area. Used mainly for storage.”

  She flicked on the light, then turned her gaze in my direction. “Looks pretty private.”

&n
bsp; Savannah had that look in her eyes, that hunger that I’ve seen many times. But it wasn’t something I expected to get from her. And certainly not here. My cock started getting hard again, and I took a few steps in her direction.

  “Yeah, it’s pretty private, I suppose. The only time it gets used is when they have socials down here.”

  I felt my pulse quicken as she stepped inside to look around. I walked to the doorway, leaning against the frame to watch her. Savannah looked at the two leather chairs pushed up against the wall, then let her eyes flow to the desk. She pushed a few things aside and hopped up, pushing her hands under her legs and boring her gaze into me with a sexy little smirk on her face.

  I knew what was about to happen, but I almost couldn’t believe it.

  “Do you think they’ll come looking for us any time soon?”

  I stepped inside the office and pushed the door closed. Savannah’s face blushed, and my heart quickened. I was about to fuck this hot virgin niece of mine, right here in my church.

  “I don’t think they’ll come looking for us in here, if that’s what you’re worried about, Savannah.”

  She pulled her hands out from underneath her dress and rested them in her lap. Using her fingers, she began drawing up the fabric. I watched as it crawled up her legs, revealing her smooth, unblemished skin to me.

  “Maybe you should lock the door, just in case?” she said, tilting her head.

  I held back a growl and twisted the lock on the door knob, then took a few more steps, closing the gap between us.

  Savannah licked her lips, and I watched her chest rise and fall as I got closer to her seated on the desk. I could feel my own breathing quicken as my heart pounded in my chest.

  Her feet were gently sweeping back and forth, and her eyes looked like they were brewing with as much desire as I felt at that moment.

  I placed my hands on top of her legs, and she leaned back on the desk.

  “What are you going to do to me, Uncle Terry?”

  She looked so innocent, yet so not innocent, if you know what I mean. It was like she was trying to play the part of naïve girl mixed in with horny, oblivious slut.