The Dirtiest Daddy's Taboo

by Alina Nicholson

  With that Lil cleaned up her equipment and pronounced that she was finished. Everyone wanted to see Agnes with her cunt spread wide open so they could see the rings and how they looked. It was a bit funny to see her with five rings in her cunt area and a catheter tube sticking in her very large peehole. When everyone had seen enough father gently took the catheter out of Agnes's peehole and put her legs on the mattress. He gave her an enormous kiss and said "I now pronounce you our slave and you will obey all who have power over you. Now it is time to party for the rest of the evening and night. Everyone is invited to spend the night and with whomever you desire to spend it with."

  A lot of the guests had to take a piss so they adjourned to the rear porch to take care of that. I got to watch all the women stand and piss in one fashion or another. Some stood and some squatted. Jewel wanted to suck my cock while she pissed so I stood in front of her while she squatted down. I could hear the usual hissing sound that always seemed to precede the flow of the piss and then I heard it hitting the floor of the porch. She just sucked on my cock while she pissed away and when she finished she let go of my now hard cock and stood up.

  When Barbara and Donna had finished peeing Frank decided he needed to feel each one of their pussies, so he stuck one hand on Barbara's cunt and the other on Donna's and said "I always wanted to feel a redheaded cunt, now I've got two of them to play with. It feels like a million dollars. When they don't wipe they are always so wet when they finish peeing."

  Marie, who had come to the party having already had a couple of drinks, just spread her legs apart and pissed on the porch. Unfortunately for her she must have had something in her cunt because much of her pee was running down her stockinged legs getting them all wet. "What the fuck? she said. I've got another pair in my purse. I'll put them on later."

  Of course everyone waited for Agnes to have to pee. They all wanted to see what effect the rings in her cunt were going to have on the flow of the stream. Suddenly Agnes just spread her legs wide open and the stream began predeeded by the usual hissing sound. It didn't take long for everyone to see her stream deflecting off the inner rings and spraying all over the place. But the force of her stream also carried most of it straight down onto the porch where it made a very large puddle.

  Her stockings got a little damp but that was all.Everyone applauded Agnes again on being pierced and how much fun it looked like she was having when she peed.

  Father announced it was time for drinks and cigarettes so everyone could stay on the porch, which had lots of chairs, or they could go back inside and drink.

  Lil indicated she wanted to check Agnes's piercings so she and Agnes went in the house and up to Agnes's bedroom. I was a little skeptical about that so I waited a couple of minutes then went upstairs to see what might be going on.

  As I suspected, Agnes was on her bed but she had her cunt spread wide open and Lil had her face buried in it sucking on her clit and gently pulling on Agnes's nipple rings with her fingers.

  Agnes cried out and said "Oh your tongue feels so fucking good on my clit. Men eat pussy but they just don't know how to suck a womans clit like another woman does. Just keep it up so I can climax."

  Lil continued sucking Agnes's clit and suddenly Agnes began moaning and writhing and reached down and pulled Lil's face further into her cunt. I knew she had exploded in a gigantic orgasm. Lil moved her face down a little further and began licking Agnes's peehole and Agnes had another huge climax.

  Suddenly without any warning Lil's face got very wet and I could see water running off her face down onto the floor. Agnes must have pissed all over her face while Lil was eating her peehole.

  Lil cried out "Oh Agnes you fucking big holed cunt, you just knew I wanted a golden shower from you didn't you? It felt so good when that hot piss of yours washed my face and I could swallow some of it."

  "Now let me straddle you and empty my very full bladder on your body and mouth." Lil said. Agnes got down off the bed and laid on the floor where Lil proceeded to straddle her. Suddenly an enormous spray of piss was going all over Agnes's body and then Lil moved up to her face and pissed in her open mouth. Agnes opened her mouth as wide as possible and swallowed as much of Lil's offering as she could.

  When Lil finished a thoroughly soaking wet Agnes sat up and began sucking the droplets off of Lil's bare cunt lips. I could see Agnes pull on Lil's cunt rings with her teeth, stretching them out a little bit so her lips stretched.

  I decided to make my apppearance and since I hadn't pissed out on the porch, I just stood in front of both of them and began pissing all over their faces and teats. Lil and Agnes both opened their mouths and I began pissing in their mouths with them each swallowing as much as they could.

  I must have pissed for at least two minutes and I drenched each of them until they were both soaking wet. Then to my surprise, Lil grabbed my now erect cock with her mouth and proceeded to give it a very good sucking with me shooting my semen in her mouth quickly. She kept it in her mouth until it got limp, then she sucked me clean and let it go. I told them I would be back but I needed to go check on something.

  I went downstairs to see where everyone else was at. I found father in his bedroom with Marie completely impaled on his cock. She was moaning a ooohing like she hadn't had a good fuck in ages.

  Daddy was also sucking on a nipple as she was still wearing her open cup bra. Maried started bucking up and dpwn on his cock and finally just sat down on it very hard

  "I just love being fucked by you. I can't wait for you to shoot your load of semen in my cunt." Marie said. "Your cock isn't quite as long as Frnaks, but you sure do know how to fuck a woman with it. I'm glad I got to know you so well, especially when Frank was fucking Margaret all the time. Now nurse on my other nipple for a little bit. It feels good when you nurse me."

  I knew father would unload his semen in her cunt, but I needed to find out where the others were.

  I looked in the living room and found Bob lying on the floor and Barbara was sitting on his face and Donna was sucking on his limp cock. She had all of it in her mouth and was working pretty hard to get Bob erect. barbara was enjoying herself as Bob was sucking on her cunt. She was squirming trying to get his tongue positioned in just the right spot of her cunt. Seeing they were busy I went looking for Frank and Jewel.

  I went back upstairs and found Frank simply fucking the hell out of Jewel. He was on top of her and had his massive cock buried its full length in her cunt. Jewel was a small woman and for Frank to be lying on top of her he was probably about smashing her.

  "Frank, your long uncut prick feels so good in me. You know Bob can't get much of an erection anymore since his heart attack so I don't get fucked very often. That makes your cock feel so good when it is inside me."

  The End.

  A Shortcut to a Close Shave

  Joint hanging from her lips, she bent down to pick up two wine glasses from the floor. In denim hot-pants, the full length of her radiant, tanned legs was visible. Her ginger bob was ruffled, part of it swung down over her eyes nearly touching the end of the joint. She brushed it behind her ear with her free hand. The glasses clinked. The room was hazy from smoke.

  I'd always got on better with girls than with other boys my age, and since I'd met Jenny at college two years before, we'd been best friends. No one could believe we weren't having sex and we enjoyed playing up to them- holding hands and whispering in public, she often called me 'baby' and I called her 'Pixie'. A name which reflected her facial features, and light stature. At twenty she looked young for her age. I thought she was beautiful and she often called me handsome but we had strict rules against any kind of sexual contact with each other. We both knew that would be emotional suicide.

  "I really need to get laid tonight" she complained, standing up, taking the joint from her lips. "You will" I idly indulged her. Normally I'd scold her for making herself so 'available' but tonight we both had Valentines dates and my objectives were the same as hers! Besides, all the smoke I'd
passively inhaled was making my eyelids heavy and I was in no mood for disagreement. She collapsed onto the settee next to me. The soft, bare skin of her arm rubbed against mine. She put the joint back in her mouth and reached down for the wine bottle on the floor between us. Holding both glasses precariously in one hand she filled them too full, spilling a few drops on her leg. She didn't seem to notice and I watched as a droplet succumbed to gravity and slid down over her inner thigh into the shadow of her shorts.

  "Are you ready for tonight then?" She purred nonchalantly. I only had one hour to go and I intended to go out in the t-shirt and jeans I had on. I made some lazy, stoned indication to this effect. She took a deep drag and then exhaled, shaking her head, making the smoke dance around her pretty face and dishevelled hair

  "Scruffy bastard!" This sent us both into fits of giggles. She had a point, but I'd met my date in a heavy metal bar so she couldn't be expecting anything too upmarket. I was slumped back into the soft cushions of the settee, my chin nearly resting on my chest. It seemed like slow motion when she twisted herself round to face me, placed both her hands on my leg and leaned towards me putting her face close to mine. I sensed her small breasts were peering at me from within the smiling aperture of her vest top and I resisted the invisible force that pulled my gaze down towards them. She held my eye contact and said in a half whisper "You are nicely trimmed and clipped, down there, aren't you?" I lost my battle with the invisible force and glanced down. She must have noticed. The mischievous look in her eye was very familiar to me but her words were disconcerting. "What are you on about" I said defensively.

  "Well, if you're hoping to get some action tonight you ought to think about what the poor girl might come up against. You wouldn't expect to have to go down on someone who looked like they were giving birth to a yetti. Why do men assume that the rules don't apply to them!?" This kind of tirade was typical. There wasn't much point arguing and anyway, although I was quite confident with girls I didn't have much experience. I needed all the help I could get. In my defence I said

  "I don't have much body hair"

  "I know" she answered cocking her head sideways and thinking. A fire was igniting in her eyes "Show me your pubes!" she ordered. I protested weakly, but once she latched on to something it was almost impossible to resist her demands.

  "Show me your pubes!" she repeated.

  Embarrassed, I undid my belt and pulled the front of my jeans down just enough to expose the top of my pubic hair. A tangled, straw-coloured bundle sprung forth. Her eyes widened before she collapsed into fits of laughter. Leaning back and pointing to the offending region she struggled between laughs to inform me "That has got to go!"

  I hoped I wasn't a red as I felt. My confidence about my swift approaching date was draining away.

  "But I've got no clippers or anything"

  "You can use my scissors"

  "I'll probably make a mess of it." I complained after thinking for a second. I'd already had a bottle of wine. She sprung to her feet and with an outstretched hand she ordered

  "Come with me." I felt myself being pulled like a stubborn child across the floor of her flat and into her small, disorganised bathroom, my belt still hanging undone jingled as I walked. She turned towards me. From somewhere she had produced a shiny pair of hair cutting scissors. It seemed like slow motion again as she placed her hand on my chest to steady herself and began to sink to her knees. I was silent, in awe of the commanding efficiency of my tiny, troubled and beautiful little pixie. Her head was level with my crotch. She tugged the top of my jeans down to expose my pubes. I nervously held on to the waste band preventing her from pulling them down further. After she had suppressed a laugh by placing her hand over her mouth she began to snip away large chunks of hair with one hand, catching them in the other so they didn't fall inside my pants and reaching up to throw the liberated clumps into the sink behind me.

  The scent of luxurious shampoos and shower-gels, put me on edge slightly and the touch of her cold fingers brushing against my lower belly sent electric shocks up and down my spine. She always pouted slightly when she was concentrating hard on something, which made her young lips look slightly slutty. Her long eyelashes blinked occasionally as she continued reaching up to the sink to expel the tufts of hair.

  After a couple of minutes the exposed hair was neatly cropped.

  "Further down" she commanded without taking her eye off the job. My breathing was getting heavier as I nervously slid my pants down an inch, exposing the base of my penis. She didn't seem at all phased by the situation and she made a couple more snips. The cold scissors brushed against me sending a rush of blood to the area. My cock was beginning to nudge against the waste-band of my jeans. Embarrassed, I willed it with all my might not to harden any further. I had to look away. Suddenly I felt her hand flat on my belly, which made me look down. She looked me in the eye with a terrifyingly determined stare;

  "I'll have to do your balls." she informed me, hardly even breaking in to a smile. She began to pull gently on my jeans. I nervously held on to them but she looked at me again and raised her eyebrows, silently commanding me to let go. With her gentle pressure, my pants slowly descended, revealing the length of semi erect cock. It bobbed heavily and lazily before her. Her face was so close I could feel her measured breaths caressing my shaft. It took all the will power I had to keep my erection from becoming full. Both of us were silent. After a couple of seconds she got back to work, meticulously snipping and reaching up to the sink, my pendulous manhood swinging slowly in front of her face. Finally I spoke.

  "This is slightly embarrassing" I muttered, half breathless.

  "Don't be such a child!" She scolded, and after a brief pause gave me a playful push backwards. As my naked buttocks touched the cold porcelain of the sink I recoiled, thrusting my mid-riff towards her. My swollen penis lurched forwards, past her ear, brushing some soft, wayward strands of her ginger hair and swinging back towards me, sliding across her smooth, hot cheek. For a second she seemed stunned. The weight of my semi-erection had buffeted her head slightly to one side on her delicate little neck . I stared down at her, wide eyed, awaiting her reaction. Her cheeks were reddening. She bit her bottom lip and a faint smile began to play across her face eventually giving way to bursts of hysterical laughter. The tension broken, I followed suit. My stomach hurt I laughed so much. The weed always got us like this. The absurdity of the situation, the clumps of hair, everything was funny and I let the convulsions of hilarity take over my body.

  After a while, I've no idea how long. I became aware that I was the only one laughing. Disconcerted, my own laughter quickly trailed away and I tentatively brought my attention back into the present. There, kneeling before me, she appeared transformed from the controlled, authoritative figure she had been moments before. She stared up at me with vulnerable, pleading eyes. Still kneeling but with her radiant, bare legs spreading wide, She leaned back on her hands, pushing her breasts towards me. Her head tilted slightly to one side to avoid the protruding length of my throbbing, fully hardened erection. My nervousness forgotten and my composure shattered by laughter, I'd lost all control and now my shaft soared proudly, brutally over her, its shadow slashed across her breasts which rose and fell in quick, sharp breaths. The expression in her eyes was unnervingly childlike and her massively dilated pupils tried to draw me guiltily in to some impossible trap. Her slightly feline cheeks were rosy red and her mouth was partly open, poised in rapacious longing.

  I felt hot. My dick ached like never before and a silent inner voice begged her to relieve me with that hungry little mouth. I pictured her feverishly wriggling her way out of those hot-pants while those young, pink lips locked onto the side of my shaft and blindly felt their way upwards, hunting for the swollen end and begging to be smothered in hot semen. I imagined her giddily clambering to her feet without removing my cock from her mouth and gripping the sink with both hands. Arching her back into a deep curve which rose sharply over her tanned buttocks and
moaning uncontrollably in anticipation of being entered.

  It was Jenny who exorcised the demon which had possessed us both moments before. She fumbled around on the floor beside her and eventually reproduced the scissors to resume her task with the same cool efficiency as before.

  "I guess it saves me from asking you to hold it clear for me!" She stated dryly in the fading light. I felt like I was recovering from being punched in the stomach, so I made no reply. I was however, fully aware that she had just saved our friendship.

  I couldn't help smiling to myself as I marched on down the street on this chilly February night. Although we had left on slightly awkward terms, I knew that next time we got plastered together we would laugh our heads off at this afternoon's events. Right now I had other things on my mind. I had Jenny's flat keys and she had promised to leave me to my own devices as she was confident her date would be taking her back to his place. With an opportunity like this, failure was not an option. I continued in a thoughtful mood.

  The coldness seemed to bring out the city's hardness and hostility. The black cabs hummed past me trailing white plumes of exhaust smoke. Their anonymous occupants leered at me, just inches away, but separated by steel and glass. I tried to follow one with a threatening gaze but was tripped up by a protruding paving slab. My stoned, slightly drunk train of thought lamented at the futility of kicking something as solid as a paving stone and my concentration turned to avoiding doing it again. Passing the time in this way I soon reached the restaurant where I was to meet my date Georgia. At least that was what I'd saved her name as in my phone but I'd never met anyone with that name before. I opted to call her George. That would cover at least a couple of alternatives.

  The restaurant was just out of town on a main road, opposite a taxi rank. Couples were striding along, huddled together against the cold winter air. Heels 'clip-clopped' down the pavement and occasionally scuffed on curb-stones, car doors slammed now and then and headlights sailed past. I lit a fag and waited. The coldness made the smoke billow thickly around me. I waited, keeping my eye on taxis which were arriving.