Family Forbidden Taboo Erotica for Women Box Set

by Patricia Parks

  Bill knew his aunt's pussy well enough to know when she was having an orgasm. Tracey's pussy was aggressively pulling on his cock, trying to pull out his life giving black seed. Not going to happen in there, Bill said to himself as his balls ached. Tracey had fallen forward onto the table due to the strength of her orgasm, with her stomach and tits pressed into the tablecloth. Bill took his finger from Tracey's mouth and looked down at her ass again, so round and perfect. He could see his jet black cock sliding in and out of Tracey just past her deep crack. He placed his other hand on the small of Tracey's back, holding her in place. Bill worked his wet finger to Tracey's asshole and pushed. The lubrication allowed him easy access to her rosebud, although he knew that countless poundings by his black python had done the most to open it up. Bill primed Tracey's ass with his finger as he continued fucking her pussy.

  Tracey moaned her approval yet again. I can't wait to get that black meat in my ass, Tracey thought eagerly. She could feel sensations shooting throughout her body from her sensitive ass, in addition to her pussy. I love being dominated by a strong black man... so fucking hot! Tracey could feel the weight Bill's strong black body pressing down on her back, pinning her in place. Yet another orgasm was building in Tracey, stronger than the others as she was stimulated in two holes. All of my holes are for bringing pleasure to Billy and extracting his black seed, Tracey concluded.

  "I WANT YOUR HOT BLACK CUM IN ME!" Tracey screeched uncontrollably, her mouth no longer obstructed.

  Fucking great idea, Bill thought to himself. He pulled his drenched black cock out of Tracey's pussy and moved it to her asshole. Bill began pushing forward, and Tracey's ass quickly gave way. Bill inched his black monster into Tracey's tight ass, boldly going where no white man had gone before. Bill saw Tracey's bulging ivory ass envelop his huge ebony trunk. Bill took a moment to admire his aunt's body, which was particularly sexy for a woman in her early 30s. Tracey's hips curved into her slim waist, where his dark hand rested. Tracey's back was sweaty from continued lustful exertion, and Bill could see part of her supple breasts pushing out against the table from underneath her. Tracey's blonde head bobbed as Bill forcefully thrust into her. He grabbed her shoulder with his free hand and pulled Tracey's body into his own. Tracey could feel Bill's big black cock throbbing inside her, and his black balls smacking into her pussy. This is how life should be, she mused blissfully. The idea of her black nephew's sperm filling up her ass left Tracey trembling with excitement. She was on the verge of an immense orgasm, but knew that it would not come until Bill had finally relieved himself in her.

  "I LOVE YOU AND YOUR BIG BLACK COCK BILLY!" Tracey called out for the world to hear.

  Tracey's words barely registered to Bill. She had never used those exact words before, but Bill did not have time to consider them. His black balls were rumbling as Tracey pushed her ass back on to him as best she could with him pinning her down. Bill let out a roar as he felt a colossal orgasm rip through his body, causing his black cock to spurt thick strands of his seed ferociously into Tracey's ass.

  Tracey felt tremendous pleasure shoot through her body once again after she felt the first spurt of Bill's black sperm strike her insides. She let out a series of loud shrieks as she continued to cum in unison with her nephew. Bill emptied his balls into Tracey's rectum for nearly a minute as Tracey squirmed with pleasure.

  Bill left his cock in Tracey for a few minutes before pulling it out. He looked at his aunt Tracey, bent over naked on a family picnic table, her asshole gaping and leaking cum, and a huge smile on her face.

  "That was amazing." Bill said as he began putting his shorts on.

  "We just go together perfectly!" Tracey cheerily proclaimed. They kissed, and Tracey reached into Bill's pocket and pulled out his uncle Barry's wallet. Tracey used it to wipe away their fluids, in particular Billy's sperm that had poured out from her asshole.

  Tracey and Bill got dressed and returned to the house, both looking winded and tired. They each felt it, having never before sneaked around so much at a family gathering.

  "Where were you?! We were worried! We heard some wild animals out there." Bob asked his wife upon her entrance to the living room, still carrying her small black purse.

  "I was gone for a walk to clear my head, and I didn't hear anything." Tracey told her husband. She could hear Bill laughing behind her.

  "Listen, Trace isn't feeling great so I'm going to take her home." Bill said from behind Tracey as he noticed a few drops of semen dripping down her leg.

  "If you aren't feeling well then I can take you home." Bob said with a worried look in his face.

  "No, you should stay at the party with your mother and family. Billy will take care of me. I'll take that now though sweetie, and you can give Barry this!" Tracey took her purse from her husband and handed him the stained wallet.

  "He must have dropped it on the ground or something." Bill explained as his uncle looked at the leather object in his hand. He had no idea that they were covered in the sexual juices of his nephew and wife.

  "Alright well... I love you honey." Bob told his wife as he went in for a kiss.

  "I know! Have a good night sweetie!" Tracey responded pleasantly, kissing her husband on the cheek.

  Tracey walked to the front door, where Bill was giving Amanda a goodbye kiss. She looked both surprised and disgruntled.

  "Thanks for coming Amanda, I can't wait to see you again." Tracey smiled as she lied. Nobody gets in the way of me and my big black cock, Tracey thought triumphantly as she left the gorgeous young woman in her wake.

  "Take good care of her Bill!" Bob called out after his gorgeous wife and his big black nephew as they left the house.

  "I always do!" Bill called back.

  Tracey smiled widely as she clasped Bill's hand. He always does.

  The End.

  Flames of Passion

  Hi! My name is Tania. No, not "Tan-yea", it's pronounced Tawn-yah. If you've got a problem with it take it up with my mother: she chose it.

  I am an eight hundred pound midnight black dragon from Ohio. I didn't always weight eight hundred pounds: once upon a time I was an ordinary girl, and couldn't have weighed more than 120lbs soaking wet. Talk about putting on weight, right? Nobody would dare make a fat joke to my face though... heck most people just try to keep from wetting themselves.

  Not Jamie though. He's my sweet-heart, and he doesn't mind that I'm a dragon now. In fact I think he gets a kick out of it! Not many people get to date a magical creature straight out of a fantasy novel. Most people don't even believe I exist until they see me, and even then they usually just go all gawky and spew gibberish until I go away.

  I don't photograph well. Well.... Actually I don't photograph at all. Point a camera at me and the camera either melts or breaks or explodes... it's fairly sad really. This one kid once actually was able to snap a picture of me somehow, but all it showed was an overexposed blob with glowing eyes. Same thing goes for video. My presence is usually enough to interfere with lights and electricity for miles.

  How did this happen, you ask? I'd love to tell you!

  It all started on a cold Friday night after I had just gotten off work....

  ***

  "Tawny," says the voice over my phone. It's Jamie, and Tawny is his nickname for me. Jamie's name is actually just James, but I always call him Jamie. "You free?"

  "Yeah," I answer, drawing out the word and smiling as I do so, "Where we going?"

  "It's a surprise!" he answers.

  "Ooo!" I squeal, "What's the surprise!?" I ask.

  "That would be telling," he says. I can practically see his eyes crinkling from his here-then-gone smile.

  "What kind of surprise is it?"

  "A fun one," he answers. "Do you want me to pick you up?"

  "If you're close by, sure! When can you be here?"

  "Now, if you like," he says stepping around the street corner.

  I close my phone and pocket it. Jamie is sneaky like that. He knows all my
habits by heart, including my route home after work.

  "Stalking me, eh?" I jibe playfully.

  "Who, me?" he says, feigning innocence. "I was just stretching my legs!"

  He touches his pocket and the Jeep parked on the curb blinks twice, the interior lights turning on. We lock arms as we walk back to it.

  "So where we going?"

  "A new store," Jamie answers evasively.

  "What do they sell?" I ask leaning on his arm. His strong muscles can be felt clear through the thick brown sweater he's wearing tonight.

  "Toys," he answers, grinning. A half-truth, eh? Hmm...

  "Would this shop happen to be on the corner of Garnish and Pine?" I ask, looking up into his dark hazel eyes with mock shock. I can't match his poker face though, and premature smiles threaten at the corners of my mouth until I break out in laughter.

  He blushes, but laughs with me.

  "Well, yes," he says. "Now you've ruined the surprise."

  We've reached his car and both get in. The engine starts powerfully.

  "It was a wonderful surprise," I tell him, kissing him softly. "...while it lasted."

  More cattish grins from me and fleeting smiles from him.

  "Do you want to check it out? It could be... fun."

  "Yes," I agree, nodding my head and feigning wisdom. "Very fun."

  And he pulls out onto the road.

  It doesn't take long for us to get to the store. The old place went out of business: they sold shoes or something. Now the building has been taken over by an "adult" toy store. It opened just last week. The owner had completely remodeled everything, and the windows are all done up with neon. Jamie parks the car and as we walk through the door a bell rings. Nobody seems to be inside though.

  The store is surprisingly clean and neat, Organized rows of clothing and costumes take up most of the floor space. On the walls hang more... interesting items. An entire wall appears to be dedicated to bondage and dominance type things, from ball gags and pink furry handcuffs to reverse chastity belts and small whips. A square glass case labeled 'obedience trainer' contains a thin leather collar studded with silvery spikes. Its tag boldly states the price to be $799, so I ignore it.

  "Hmm...." I say, eyeing Jamie mischievously. He seems to be having second thoughts about coming here... or he might be reading my mind.

  I slowly reach out and pick up a strap-on. List price only $8999.

  He actually balks, and I laugh out loud.

  "I'm just joking!" I giggle. "You should have seen your face!"

  He laughs nervously, relaxing a little. Neither of us have ever been inside a store like this before.

  "Did you have anything in mind?" I whisper.

  "I have no idea..." he whispers back, overwhelmed by the selection.

  "Maybe we should keep it simple, then come back later?"

  "Sounds like a plan," he answers, "but what then?"

  "Mmmm..." I answer. "Maybe some dirty lingerie?" I say naughtily, shaking my booty.

  I see his interest spike considerably.

  There are several more display cases throughout the store, each one containing extremely pricey items and not explaining the reason for their high costs. I'm browsing through thongs of all colors when I notice one such display case at the end of the row. It's a tall glass box, lit with a spot light above, and on a dummy model are what appear to be black snakeskin-leather panties and bra, fingernail sized scales seamlessly blended into their design. They must be ungodly expensive, but still I read the display's label.

  "Dragon-skin lingerie: for extra fire in the bedroom," I say reading it. "Weird, it doesn't have a price tag... I'll bet it costs a fortune!"

  "I see you have found something you like," says a silken voice behind me. I spin around to see a dark haired man in a sleek business suit with a black tie. He has a pencil mustache on his lip, and his shoes are so shiny that they're nearly blinding. Jamie is instantly by my side. He's very protective.

  "Oh, not really... I'm sure these are out of our price range," I answer.

  "On the contrary," he says, smiling. One of his molars is gold. He has a very wide smile. "I can't seem to sell this pair. They are a very precise fit, you see. I have discounted them to 149 dollars.... Would you care to try them on?" He finishes with another mile-wide smile.

  I hesitate: that's still an awful lot of money, but Jamie of course doesn't miss a beat.

  "Do you take debit?" he asks.

  "Of course," says the man. "Let me get the items for you miss; the changing room is right over there."

  "Oh," is all I can say as he unlocks the case and hands me the underwear and bra. They are indeed leather, but they're unspeakably soft and supple... and very warm too. Probably from sitting under the bright light all day. The black leather looks gorgeous as I let it flow between my hands, the scales flashing occasionally in the light.

  I can't think of anything to say, my breath seems to have been taken away, so I quickly turn towards the changing rooms to try them on. I find myself feverishly hoping they fit.

  I quickly strip naked after locking the door shut behind me. Two tall mirrors face opposite each other, and standing in between them I appraise my body.

  I have long, straight black hair that travels down my back, my breasts are full, well-formed, and, in my mind, flawless. I have long legs, an athletic build, and beach-tanned skin. I'm no cover-girl, but I'm not homely either.

  I put the bra on first, sliding my arms through the loops: there isn't even a clasp in the back anyways. It feels soft and hot against my skin as it travels down my arms and over my head, pulling very tight over my shoulders but sliding past smoothly, and finally I pull it down over my breasts and tuck them in and adjust them.

  I've never in my life had a bra fit so well, it's almost like wearing a second skin! And boy is it hot. I mean both literally and figuratively. The bra feels like it's heated, and I feel my nipples go erect involuntarily from the unfamiliar sensation of it, forming two small dimples in the pliable leather. I let out a purr of satisfaction.

  I could have stood there looking at myself for hours, but I wanted to put on the panties too! I could only hope that they fit as good as the bra.

  I step into them and put the leather up my legs, the sensation sending goose-bumps up my body. The material feels simply fantastic!

  After some work I manage to slip the leather past my hips, and the panties fit snugly into place. God, just wearing these things is making me wet!! They just feel so good, and they're sooooo warm, and they fit perfectly! I would hardly notice they were there if not for their radiant heat.

  I am so getting these.

  I hurriedly put my clothes back on, wearing my new favorite lingerie underneath, and step outside.

  "Perfect fit!" I announce gleefully. Something like a spark seems to light up the dark-haired man's eyes, but it's gone in an instant.

  "How fortuitous," he says pertly.

  He gives the box to Jamie, then takes the plastic from his outstretched hand and swipes it once at the register. After a thank you and a fair-well we leave the shop and are back in the Jeep.

  "Oh. My. God Jamie. This is the best present I have ever gotten," I whisper in his ear, snuggling up against him as he turns the key.

  "Were to now?" he asks, knowing my answer before he even finished asking.

  "Your place, duh." I say giggling. I'm practically grinding my breasts against him. I've never been this turned on before.

  He smiles and puts the car in gear.

  ***

  When we arrive at his apartment the soft leather undergarments seem to have actually gotten toastier: which is perfectly fine with me considering the weather. It feels sinfully good, and I hope I'm not making a mess out of the panties. I would absolutely hate to ruin them the first day, but considering they were sold in a sex shop I'm sure they will be fine. He unlocks his front door and I rush inside. It must be below fifty degrees, but I feel flushed with heat from both the lingerie and my own rushin
g hormones. Jamie turns on the heater while I immediately strip down to my new underwear.

  He had turned his back to me to adjust the thermostat, but when he turns back to see me his breath literally catches in his throat and his eyes widen in amazement.

  "How do I look," I ask him bashfully. I feel sexy, and I know that Jamie is of the same mind. He looks as though he might start drooling any second.

  "Aren't you cold?" he asks, shivering as I walk over to him. I answer him by wrapping my arms around him and kissing him passionately, letting my body heat sink into him through his thick clothing. I wrap my leg up and around his hip, practically hanging on him, and with my other hand unclasp his belt.

  He quickly starts undressing, shedding his sweater to reveal hard-won muscles: the body of fighter. He is a champion wrestler and takes boxing and martial arts lessons. Despite all of that he is a gentle man, as well as an intellectual. Right now he's not doing much thinking though, least ways not with his brain, but to be fair I'm not either. We're both losing ourselves to our growing passion.

  I manage to unbutton his jeans and unzip his fly when he grabs me under my leg and around my waist, and hauls me high up into the air: he's over half a foot taller than me and probably weights nearly 190 pounds. The furnace kicks in and hot air blows up out of vents that we pass as he carries me down a short hallway, both of us kissing the entire way with my arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, my legs around his waist.

  He takes me into a small bedroom with a queen sized bed in it, and drops me onto the cold sheets. Fiery heat quickly transfers from my skin to the cool fabric. Strangely, I am not in the least bit sweaty despite how hot I feel. Hot cocoa has nothing on this.

  Jamie crawls on top of me, his hands playing over my body, his fingertips trailing along my skin. More goosebumps. My hands reach underneath him and begin working down his pants. He quickly kicks them off, and is now only in his boxers. He has a raging erection easily visible: Jamie is bigger than anyone I have ever known. I once measured him to nearly eight inches long. I myself am very much wet, I'm so horny it's almost painful: my need is escalating faster than it ever has before.