OFF-LIMITS WOMEN! (20 ROUGH, SCREAMING HOT TABOO EROTICA SEX STORIES FOR ADULTS)

by Kelsie Spits

  “The oven, Mrs. Moundrammer?”

  “Yes, my oven.” I must haven taken on a puzzled look as the term was unknown to me. Although I would soon discover the meaning very shortly… She touched her naughty bits in a teasing fashion. Those red cheeks of mine returned instantaneously.

  “What? Your oven?! And me?”

  She nodded.

  “Umm…Yes, m’am.”

  “Good. Then you will do exactly as Mrs. Moundrammer tells you to do, won’t you Toy?”

  I nodded – thinking I might not be ready for this adventure.

  “Answer me, Tinkerbottoms.”

  “Yes, m’am. Exactly as Mrs. Moundrammer says.”

  “Good boy.”

  Here she walked across the room (as I admired those full boobs, thick thighs, and tight stomach beneath the clothing…) and without hesitation, reached down into my pants – the moment I had been longing for! And yet the fearful emotion rushed through my body. I remained unsure, worried, and uneasy… but desperately wanting her to continue. And so she did… stroking and lengthening the tinkering device. This one must have been a burning rod, as her hand heated very rapidly. I sighed unwillingly.

  Suddenly the fingers loosened as her head traveled downward, and here I hoped for a repeat of our last rendezvous… but it was not to be so! The temptress stopped mid descent and gave me a sly grin. Her finger wagged no, no.

  Mrs. Moundrammer then spun around and began grinding that lovely booty against the growing gift in my tightening pants. Oh heavens… Such smooth and warm skin. The panties felt marvelous and looked even better as I took sight of that glorious rump, giving itself all to me. She stuck it between the cheeks, rising up and down, like a perfect slot for the tool. Had she been looking back, she would surely have seen the wetness pouring through the material – but in time it would spill out onto her skin and make itself known.

  “Let’s move along quickly, laddy. I know you want it badly. I won’t be a mean Mrs. Moundrammer… this time. Now get those pants off!”

  I hurriedly loosened the belt.

  “Faster!”

  Oh boy… What am I doing here! Stripping in front of the Mrs. Moundrammer… again! She waited until I was nearly half naked before slowly hiking up her dress, exposing the light red cotton panties beneath. My hands froze.

  “Keep undressing, Toy!” she shouted.

  “Yes, m’am.”

  A hint of a smile crept across her face as I stared at the underwear. Drool might as well have been dripping from my mouth. I wanted to smash my face right there in the center crease of that material. I wished to explore this unknown realm, to fulfill my every debauched and wanton childhood fantasy.

  “Looks like you’ve hit a snag,” she laughed. Uh oh… and so I had. The pants being caught on my, uh my, licking post you might say. “Good boy, you’re ahead of the game.”

  I watched as Mrs. Moundrammer lowered herself down onto the center table, which now had a blanket on top of it.

  “Come here, Tinkerbottoms,” she commanded just as my pants hit the floor. “Good boy. Now give me your hand… Rub it here… like what you feel?”

  “Yes, Mrs. Moundrammer.”

  She had my hand rubbing along her wet dessert, that sly slit between her thighs. The moistness seeped through the thin panties – a surprising amount of liquid I must say. The woman oozed sexuality.

  “Now stick your big candy cane on the same spot… Ahhh yes… Good boy, good big boy. Slide it back and forth. Make me want it!”

  A moan escaped her lips – apparently I’d struck a good location.

  “Don’t stop!” she ordered as one of her hands smacked me across the face. And… I kind of liked it.

  “No more teasing you, Toysin. Grab my panties, yes good, now pull them off and down the legs.”

  She pushed her thighs together making the whole embarrassing ordeal that much easier. I had a little trouble unhooking the garter (several minutes of fumbling and eye rolling and sweating). But then there it was! With one quick motion she flicked the underwear from her foot, sending it to some faraway place. Her goodie basket… fully exposed and calling my name. My knees began to buckle. The sight was too intense. Thankfully Mrs. Moundrammer seemed to notice this, as she caught me between her legs for a moment.

  “Good boy. Now… Let me see that large southern pole of yours. Yes… I’ll just put it in my hand and show you where to put this big thing.”

  Gulp.

  And she did… placing my aching love pole against those moist… lips. I was so close!

  “Good boy…” Mrs. Moundrammer smiled. Her breast bounced slightly as she repositioned herself, and the shock of such a blissful sight caused me to slide out of the goodie basket. But her deft hand was quick to reinsert the item. Just the tip, mind you. I felt her heels lightly pulling at my lower back, ushering me forward – and forward I went… for the first time, embarking on the most epic journey of my life – penetrating Mrs. Moundrammer!

  It felt so warm and welcoming, like I was going home – right where the lusty lance belonged. And the farther I slid inside the better it felt. The liquid lubricating and moistening my lewd delight. I watched with mouth agape as it slowly disappeared inside the orgasmic opening – spreading those lips apart, making way for the excitement I was to bring. Mrs. Moundrammer gripped my hips with both hands, pulling me in hard and close. She possessed a surprising amount of strength. So much so I feared that even if I desired to, my body lacked the power to repel her. But in this moment I wanted nothing more than to be deeper – relaxing my hips, allowing her to yank and tug at my lower back. Farther, deeper, harder I explored… fully embedding the southern pole, from tip to base, all the way inside Mrs. Moundrammer. The breaths of arousal and sensuality were flowing freely from Mrs. Moundrammer now – along with all those love juices. Her hands tightened immensely and I found myself stuck, as some convulsions and spasms massaged and titillated the length of my delight. The moans of ecstasy escaped her body, with head thrown back and fingers groping along my body, she gasped and groaned, filling the quiet room with the sounds of satisfaction.

  “Give it to me, Tinkerbottoms! Now! I command you! Give me all your –“

  But here she paused for a moment, just as I had quickened my action. Then those lecherous hands of hers pushed me away, causing the hefty breadloaf to fall free of her toasty oven. Although Mrs. Moundrammer immediately lunged forward, taking it into her mouth like a man dying of thirst who’d just found a fountain of life-saving water fountain. So greedily the woman sucked. It seemed beyond a doubt that she felt physical pain to have the pulsating rod away from her body.

  “Quick turn me over and throw your oven mitt in!” She howled.

  The next thing I knew Mrs. Moundrammer had flipped onto her stomach, rising to her knees, lifting the dress up from her bottom and…

  “Be my little baker!” came her desperate command. “Spread those buns, Tinkerbottoms! Spread them hard. Knead the dough! Harder! Grab it with your hands – yes, that’s it! Remember this is an aged cookie, and so you must make your equipment go in extra deep and hard. Ahh yes, Toysin! You dirty little man! Now bring out your thick rolling pin! You know the one I love, take it out! Slam it down deep and hard! Pound the dough! Yes, that’s good. It wants to be softened, it wants to be touched. Now do as it wishes. Yes! Don’t stop kneading, Toy! You’re almost there… Quick another round of the rolling pin! Use all your might! Toss your nuts in! Yes! Yes! Oh dear me, yes! Oh good boy, you’ve certainly softened this dough sufficiently. Now you know what needs to be done, don’t you?”

  “Huh?” I gasped, breathless but exhilarated.

  “Coat my loving dough with another batch of your special frosting. I want even more this time! Make me sick from the sweetness. Right here!”

  She slapped a portion of her rear-end, right where the panties had been slid to the side minutes earlier.

  “Don’t keep me waiting!”

  My mind blanked as the tension built so forcefu
lly in my naughty bits. Like a cannon’s fuse that had burned out and now everyone waited in anticipation, with ears covered, to see the blast. And so I saw explosions of white lust and burning-hot mirth. I removed the throbbing rolling pin from her cookie dough, and like a lone hero trying to control a raging fire hose, I held on for dear life as the liquid erupted from the end.

  Mrs. Moundrammer shrieked as I had never heard before. My tasty, thick frosting landed all across her undergarments and lower back, continuing on up to the shoulders (when I had lost control of the powerful hose).

  “Tinkerbottoms,” she sighed, falling flat on her stomach, “You ARE a star employee!”

  Chapter 6

  Our little affair, these memorable dalliances continued on for quite a spell. As I went on working hard in the tinkering shop during the days, I would, most nights, receive a letter from the lustful Mrs. Moundrammer – asking me to work hard in another kind of shop with her…

  We would secret away, allowing ourselves uninterrupted bliss. The cheerful and appreciative woman visited many lessons and educational sessions upon me. I had battered her cake, creamed her cookies, stuffed her turkey, burned the oven, and even cleaned the chimney a time or two if you’re familiar with that reference (but that incident was a bit scarier than I care to mention). I couldn’t get enough of the woman! She continued on using me as her play toy – something to tinker her bits when they needed a good tweaking – and I did tweak all she had to offer. Moundrammer was restless and insatiable, sometimes calling me over at least five times a night! Every day was like Christmas morning to me… the moment I pulled her underwear aside and stuck my face low to taste the desserts…unwrapping those priceless gifts! With her thighs clamped tightly around my head, squeezing the ears so roughly I began seeing stars as she allowed me to drink ambrosia from the pink chalice. Again and again we shared in this adventure.

  But as you know, all good things must come to an end…

  And so it was on one fateful day, just before the big opening day of the season, that the unthinkable happened…

  Chapter 7

  Joan Moundrammer's shop became rather busy as zero hour approached. Toys were being rushed this way and that way. The place was alive with excitement and preparation. And apparently, so was Mrs. Moundrammer’s tasty treat – as in the middle of this hustle and bustle, I received a missive from the ol’ gal asking me to come right away (rare for her…).

  Into the evaluation chamber I went just as requested, already full sized below the waist.

  “Mrs. Moundrammer?” I shouted, undoing my pants with eagerness.

  “Back here,” she called from one of the adjacent rooms.

  I ran to the sound as fast as my little legs would carry me. Things needed to progress quickly, I needed it badly today. And upon rounding the corner, my jaw dropped, as the sight nearly knocked me flat on my back…

  “Mmm, Toysin how I’ve missed you,” said the sexpot.

  And there she was, on all fours, bent over on the side table with her ass high in the air – one hand pulling her panties to the side already. She didn’t need to invite me this time. I knew the drill... and just where to drill.

  “Well,” she said, “Get to it!”

  Not a second later I had my love lance stripped, licked, and inserted… Evidently the rush season excites Mrs. Moundrammer more than usual, as her delights were absolutely drenched. I could scarcely feel a thing, with no friction to be had. She kept groaning and forcing me to let her lick the southern pole, soaking up a bit of the wetness before implanting it in the holiday ham once again. I loved the sight of Mrs. Moundrammer removing her own juices from the dipping spoon of mine.

  Back and forth we went. Again and again. Over and over. Things heated in an unusually passionate fashion – much more so than I had ever known her to do. Something must have been turning her on extra good today! Shouting out all sorts of innuendo and sordid references which I had no idea of their meaning. Still, I played along... so long as my girthy shaft received its just reward!

  And suddenly I heard it.

  Jig-jick.

  The sound of a nearby door unlocking! I glanced all around me to spot where it came from. Mrs. Moundrammer’s head shot upright at the noise (causing her bouncing booty to halt).

  “What is it?” I squeaked.

  “Shhh!” she barked.

  Then we saw it, both her and I together, we saw the doorknob over to the right. It turned slowly, in a tortuously frightening manner… as the door swung open and there appeared…

  Chapter 8

  “What is the meaning of this, Margo!” Jonah Moundrammer shouted at the top of his lungs. His entire body shaking with agitation. There he was, the Big Moundrammer himself, standing in the doorway – decked out in his finest suit, wearing a look on his face that sent shivers down my spine. I saw the disbelief rush over his eyes… but strangely, the lusty twinkle remained.

  “Mrs. Moundrammer! I’m shocked!” he bellowed. Then he glanced at me. “Is that, is that the little lad we—“ Jonah stormed forward, reaching downward.

  I would have run from the room, but two things prevented me from doing so: Both my desire to stay inside the sensuous Mrs. Moundrammer… and her two hands gripping my arms, holding me still. And I wish I could say differently, but I must admit that while all of this took place, I continued pumping deep inside Mr. Moundrammer's wife, right as he looked on. The sloppy noise echoing throughout the room. Not my proudest moment... but one of the best!

  “Unbelievable!” Mr. Moundrammer uttered, still shaking with fury. He charged forward. Here I thought he might kill me with a single blow… but as I closed my eyes and turned my face to the side for whatever protection it would provide… I didn’t feel a punch or a kick or a wallop. Instead I heard the loosening of his belt! And when I dared to peer at him again, yes, it was true! The big man had removed his belt and was in the process of peeling off his trousers!

  “You’re doing it all wrong,” he cackled with a wink. “Here – uh, Tinkerbottoms was it?”

  I nodded, disbelievingly.

  “Go like this – let me see your hand. Yes, good. Now grab her on the wrist. Feels good doesn’t it?”

  More nodding.

  “Now you can use her body for leverage to pull your southern pole in harder. She loves it that way,” Jonah laughed, again with a wink – I stared on, unblinkingly. “Don’t you, Margo?”

  And there I found myself… penetrating Mrs. Moundrammer, with her husband, Jonah (THE MR. MOUNDRAMMER, HIMSELF!) standing there cheering me on, offering pointers and even slapping her rump once or twice. The only awkward moment came about when he, in a fit of mania I suppose, smacked my tail!

  Suddenly, several minutes later, Jonah broke from his lascivious trance and reached down, taking hold of his wife’s bottom cheeks, spreading them far apart.

  “Did she use the baker line on you, boy?” He giggled. “Such a wonder, this woman!”

  He then rammed her ass into my hips – forcing the full extent of my mirthful dipping spoon back into the heated dough – it nearly blew my mind. Again and again he did this. I became amazed at how well Mrs. Moundrammer endured the punishment. Even I myself began to experience the soreness in my bones from such force. But thankfully it was not to last much longer, as the horny boss quickly released his hands. He was now stripped naked with his own, extremely stout staff, exposed for me to see. I never knew packages could be created so large. But he was, after all, the master of packages and gift giving. It looked like Mrs. Moundrammer was about to receive a big present!

  Mr. Moundrammer stepped around to the front of his wife.

  “I look forward to this every year, Tinkertons!” He laughed, reaching down to locate his wife’s jaw. “It’s not opening day without a good ol’ naughty spit roast, is it Margo!”

  “No, no it isn’t, daddy,” she replied with a happy expression.

  The large employer spread her mouth open wide and rammed his treat inside! All that would fit, any
way. I heard the sounds of gagging, like someone choking, trying to shove too much popsicle into their mouth all at once. And again, I may be ashamed to admit this, but the noise coming from Mrs. Moundrammer only served to further my excitement. I only wished it were me inside her mouth causing the spit to drip out. Instead I was to be made content with her sumptuous, thick, meaty rump and the constant leaking of her liquids.

  “Don’t look so glum, lad!” He chuckled – Jonah must have seen the look on my face as I stared forward. “We can switch in a moment.”

  Now I too smiled and chuckled.

  Chapter 9

  The night continued on in this passionate orgy. I on one end, my boss on the other, and Mrs. Moundrammer filled from sides! The Moundrammer's were in a fit of passion – the likes of which I'd never seen before, or since... Yet, he did remain true to his promise. We must have swapped back and forth at least half a dozen times. Mrs. Moundrammer never complained or asked for a break – quite the contrary actually, she only begged for more. Demanded more. She ordered us to give her more!