Family Forbidden Taboo Erotica for Women Box Set

by Patricia Parks

  It took me a long time before I could approach her for two reasons; lots of guys were hitting on her, and lots of guys were hitting on me. Some of the guys buying me drinks and dancing with me were OK, but no one I was especially attracted to. While I like really feminine women, I like big guys with big muscles but with sensitive personalities, and none fit the bill. The object of my attention seemed to be playing hard to get with the constant stream of guys approaching her. "Maybe she likes women?" I hoped.

  Well, finally there was a break in the action for both of us, so I went over and sat next to her, pretending I was wiped out from dancing -- I did have a little glow. I introduced myself as Jen -- she said her name was Pat. She had a hoarse voice, which she assured me wasn't because of illness, just because she had been talking too much over the last few days. She sold real estate, and had lots of clients looking to buy foreclosed houses, and even had been the auctioneer at a couple of bankruptcy sales recently. She said she was 23.

  We seemed to really hit it off, and sat close together so we could talk over the din of the crowd and music. Very early on the conversation moved to sex. She said she liked only women -- no shock to me; I told her I liked both guys, as long as they were considerate, and girls. She put her hand on my bare knee, and penetrated my brain and psyche with stares from her gorgeous big blue eyes. They sent a shiver up my spine! Despite her excess makeup and hoarse voice, Pat was the best looking and sexiest person I had ever seen.

  She could tell what effect she was having on me. She kept moving her hand further up my leg each time she touched me. He hand was so soft and feminine. Pretty soon she left her hand on my leg, and under my dress moved up to my totally wet panties. Pat laughed and asked if I had peed my pants -- she had a really nice sense of humor too. Not being known for subtly, I said "Actually you're making me so hot and horny I'm surprised I haven't already orgasmed. I'm a squirter!"

  She stopped laughing and got the biggest, most devious, smile on her face I had ever seen, and started fingering me through my panties. Then words that were music to my ears: "Well I guess then you might say yes if I asked to fuck you?" she said. I kissed her lightly on her big juicy lips; then she smashed my lips with hers for a few seconds, virtually engulfing my whole mouth. Yum!

  Since I might want to pick up guys at this club in the future, I thought it best we took our action elsewhere, so I invited her back to my place. I told the friends I came with I was getting a ride home, and Pat and I went to her car. After one smash mouth, inserted-tongue kiss before we got in the car, Pat said -- "No touching until we get to your place; I'm not that great a driver and really need to concentrate."

  Strange -- I would have loved to finger fuck her on the way home -- but OK I thought, as horny as I am, I can wait a little longer; I'm only 5 minutes away.

  When we got to my apartment, we made up for lost time. As luck would have it, my roommate was gone for the weekend, so we could fuck anywhere we wanted.

  Pat had my clothes off in no time, and I really was dripping wet! Goddamn I wanted her badly, to get my tongue in her cunt, and her juicy lips sucking my cunt!

  I took off her blouse and bra -- it was the tiniest little bra, an A- cup - but her tits were cute, and her skin soft. I was surprised she had big arms, not what I expected for someone who looked so feminine and with such soft skin ("she must work out" I thought). When I took her skirt off, despite trying to put my tongue through the back of her head and the delirium I was experiencing from the way she was finger fucking me, I noticed she had large spandex panties on. Even in my foggy mental state I thought that was odd, but then again she wasn't your average woman, so "what the hell?"

  But it was way more than "What the Hell?" when I pulled down the front of those unique spandex panties. Out popped what had to be a 7 inch long and thick rock hard cock, obviously unnoticed only because of the tight spandex panties! I broke our French kiss and stared at the snake. Not only was it big, it was really nice looking, with a beautiful full head and symmetrical shaft.

  When I looked back at Pat's face I saw a big grin as he removed his wig exposing medium length light brown hair. I must have had a really dumbfounded look on my face, because he said -- in a no longer hoarse, clearly male, voice - "I know what you're thinking; I'm not a cross dresser. When I want the best action I pretend to be a woman because from my experience bisexual women are the best lovers in the world, and that is the only way to be sure I'm getting one. And you're the most beautiful, sexy, fuckable bi I've ever snared."

  He quickly pulled his unique underwear down the rest of the way, and started kissing me with even more passion, and grinding his cock against my bare cunt.

  I guess I must be one of the most truly bisexual people in the world because I wanted to fuck Pat as much as a man as I did as a woman. My mind instantly moved from getting pussy to getting cock, and the thrill of the surprise turned me on even more than usual. Holy shit was I ready to fuck!

  I normally like long foreplay. Not that night! I wanted that divine cock in me NOW. I was already almost ready to cum.

  I broke our kiss and said "Wait one second," dashed away from his arms, retrieved a towel from the bathroom, and laid it on the couch. I lay down on it and started virtually yelling "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me NOW. Get your cock in me immediately!" Pat looked perplexed as to why I interrupted our action to get a towel. He found out!

  Pat had his hog in me within seconds after I started screaming "Fuck me". Despite the fact that my cunt is really tight, I was so wet his tool slid right in; and he knew how to use it. He instantly started banging me like a drum. I don't know which of us was more excited. I draped my legs over his shoulders and he lifted up my ass. He was deeper inside me than any guy ever had been, and he was reciprocating like a piston in a 200 mph sports car.

  I came within about 2 minutes, and what a gusher it was! Like I had already told Pat, I'm a squirter. Normally I'm a squirt gun. Tonight I was a super-soaker, screaming as each ounce sprayed out. He really seemed to love me coming so hard and the nectar leaking out onto the well-placed towel.

  Pat continued pounding the shit out of me right through my climax, intensifying it. Despite his passion, he wasn't ready to cum yet. He thundered me through two more screaming over-the-top climaxes [I squirted so much that I was sure I was as dry as the Sahara], before he came. If creaming me could have re-hydrated me, I would have been fine he ejaculated so much cum into me.

  Even after he came, he continued slow pumping for another 10 minutes until he finally became flaccid, and literally "popped" out of me. We lay there together for a half hour massaging each other's parts, giggling, and moaning.

  Not the evening I expected; but the best dick fuck I've ever had.

  I'll be alternating fucking pussy and fucking Pat from now on.

  The End.

  Sharp Dressed Man

  Nina's smile grew ever more fixed. "They're breasts, not microphones," she barely managed to avoid saying. "You don't need to talk directly at them for me to hear you," she narrowly kept from continuing.

  Nathaniel, the man who'd cornered her into this conversation, seemed oblivious to her irritation. "So at first I was annoyed by the impurity," he said, continuing to leer at her as he talked, "but then I realized that the conductivity factor had actually improved by fourteen percent!" He smiled hopefully at her. "I'm sure you can see the implications."

  Nina kept her plastic smile firmly in place, trying to add an apologetic cast to her eyes. "I'm actually not much on the technical end of things," she said. "I'm in Marketing." You can tell, she wanted to say, by the fact that I'm actually wearing something remotely stylish and have groomed myself in a fashion befitting a social occasion. "I'm just here for the conference to see if any of the things that you people have been working on might have commercial applications."

  Of course, that was a little difficult when just about everyone here spoke the same brand of incomprehensible technobabble. Nina didn't think of herself as stupid by any stretch, bu
t this deep into the upper echelons of every scientific field, she felt about as smart as Larry the Cable Guy. She was just glad she had her own army of pet geeks to translate it down into a layman's explanation, or she'd have to come back to work on Monday with a sheepish smile and a folder full of gibberish.

  But even the guys she'd brought with her were like Nathaniel, here (who was now looking at her with a hangdog expression that suggested he was still hoping to get into her panties by the end of the night.) Namely, one step away from being maced. She knew that in the movies, nerdy guys were supposed to get all tongue-tied around pretty girls (and really, Nina only thought of herself as "a little above average", but dressing nice and paying attention to her hair and make-up apparently made these guys think she was a minor goddess.)

  But the truth of the matter was that there was a difference between 'shy' and 'no social skills', and in that gap lay nothing but leers, inappropriate comments, constant borderline-stalking, and generally the sort of behavior that suggested that nobody here had any idea how to actually interact with a woman who wasn't computer-generated. They all had the kind of super-charged libido you got from being horny your entire adult life and never ever getting laid, and the kind of skills at talking to women that helped ensure that state would continue indefinitely.

  You could tell just by looking at them. Put the men and women in this room into a line-up, and even the most untrained observers could tell which ones were scientists and which ones had gotten roped into attending this after-hours mingling session, simply by looking at their outfits. The scientists were wearing nightmares of polyester, off-the-rack suits that were either two sizes too big or (more horrifyingly) a size too small, and other sartorial nightmares. They didn't know what matched, they didn't know what clashed--even the women wore terrible outfits, which seemed to suggest that at least in the realm of fashion, the "nature or nurture" question was definitively settled. She wished that the whole affair had been formal, instead of semi-formal. Almost everyone could figure out a rented tuxedo.

  Not that Nina was shallow. At least, she didn't think it was shallow to expect a man to dress nicely to impress a woman (or vice versa.) Taking a little care about your appearance demonstrated that you put a priority on impressing the other person, on being pleasant and approachable. Little things, like combing your hair (how did he not notice it was sticking up like that?) or finding a shirt that matched the pants (did he pick that tie out on a dare?) or even, say, noticing that you'd spilled cocktail sauce on your shirt and trying your best to remove the stain...those were all just little things that said, "I take care of myself and like to look my best." Nina had dated a lot of guys who weren't exactly supermodels, but they still made sure to present themselves well. It was just that simple.

  But these people...Nina let her gaze wander over the crowd (mostly to distract herself from Nathaniel, who hadn't let her total incomprehension stop his boring anecdote for more than a second or two. If her professional responsibilities didn't require her to be polite...) Ugly lime-green suit, tuxedo-patterned t-shirt, striped dress with plaid sweater, salsa stained shirt, serious candidate for World's Worst Combover, immaculately-cut suit with oh sweet God that looked gorgeous...

  The second Nina saw him, she couldn't take her eyes off him. The man just seemed to radiate charisma, the sharp, elegant lines of the suit suggesting...wealth, power, authority, virility, just everything Nina could possibly imagine to be wonderful about a man. He just seemed to be the center of the entire room--once she noticed him, she wondered how she'd ever been able to look at anything else.

  Everyone else seemed to see it as well. Everyone around him seemed quiet, deferential as he held court on something (Nina couldn't hear it from over here, but simply from his demeanor, she intuitively knew that he was dispensing pearls of true wisdom.) He caught her eyes, and the tiny smile he gave made Nina swoon a little. She felt silly when she realized that was actually what she was doing, but it was true--she was suddenly just a little bit unsteady on her feet, like she'd had too much wine. But she wasn't drunk on alcohol, she knew. She was drunk on him.

  He headed in her direction, and the crowd just seemed to part for him. All around him, men and women stepped aside as he walked towards her with the grace of a panther. Nina could see it on the faces of the other women in the crowd, that same unquenchable desire that must be in her own eyes, but he knew how to dismiss a woman with his eyes as well as attract one. They simply eyed him, envious, as he walked over to Nina.

  "Hello, doll," he said, and Nina heard herself giggle flirtatiously. "My name's Gerald. Saw you across the room, thought I'd introduce myself." She felt like she couldn't look anywhere but at him, but she saw Nathaniel out of the corner of her eye as he slunk off. It seemed only natural, really. Nathaniel must have known that he could never compete with this perfect, glorious Adonis.

  She suddenly realized that she'd been gazing adoringly at him for almost thirty seconds. "Hi," she blurted out. "I'm, um, ah..." She gestured at her own nametag. "Nina," she added after a moment or two, her name finally popping into the blank void that had just a few minutes ago been her calm, composed mind.

  "Hi, Nina," he said, letting his eyes travel down to her breasts. Nina felt her nipples harden under her dress like tiny pebbles. "You're looking pretty tonight."

  Nina clenched her thighs together slightly as she felt a rush of arousal dampen her panties. "Um..." Keep it simple, she told herself. "Thanks," she said, blushing slightly.

  "You don't exactly look like you belong in a place like this," Gerald said. "You're far too pretty to be a scientist."

  Nina distantly recalled wanting to slap the last guy who'd told her that, but she understood that Gerald wasn't like the other guys. He wasn't saying she was too good-looking to be intelligent. He was just complimenting her dress sense, her style, comparing her with the other women in the room and finding them wanting. She felt a tingle on her clit as the thought occurred to her that she might wind up in bed with him tonight if she played her cards right. "Um, I...I'm in Marketing," she managed to say through the pulses of arousal that were overwhelming her thoughts.

  "Marketing, huh? That must be fascinating." He smiled at her, and it was all Nina could do not to tackle him to the ground and straddle his hips right there in the crowded room. She felt like she was basking in the light of a new sun, soaking in the radiance of his charisma and letting it warm her all over, and she wanted nothing more than to let Gerald sweep her away and do whatever he wanted to her. Her mind was already filling in the details of what those things might be, picturing hot, passionate sex, him thrusting endlessly into her, filling her up so completely as she begged for more...

  "So, is this party boring you?" Gerald asked. She could tell just from the way he asked it what he wanted the answer to be, and Nina couldn't imagine answering the question any other way than the one he wanted her to. She couldn't imagine doing anything to displease Gerald. His charm just seemed so...absolute, so irrefutable.

  "Well," she said, her mouth seeming to move all on its own, "I was wishing this was a little bit more of a...private affair." She said the last two words breathily, thrusting her tits out just a little, just enough to let him know she wanted his hands all over them and his fingers tweaking and teasing her nipples until she whimpered in ecstasy under his touch and pleaded for his long, hard cock thrusting into her twat...

  "Perhaps we could go upstairs," he said, interrupting her fantasy just long enough for his words to generate a whole new one, "and you could show me your room." He smiled. "I'm afraid my company made my colleague and I room together. And we do want someplace...private, don't we?"

  Nina nodded, her eyes glazed over with lust. Someplace private, someplace sexy, someplace they could suck and fuck and she could be his slut, his whore, his horny fantasy girl...as Gerald led her out of the room, Nina thanked whatever gods there were that she was the only woman her company had sent, forcing them to give her a room to herself. Herself and Gerald, tonight.


  Once they got into the elevator, she couldn't keep her hands off of him any longer. She locked lips with him, sliding her tongue into his mouth and passionately curling it around his. Her hands felt all over the soft, silky fabric of his suit, running up and down his chest, feeling down between his legs where the bulge of his cock stood out underneath the material. Nina thought about how soon she'd be taking that cock into her mouth, her cunt, her ass, anywhere he wanted to put it and it made her so fucking wet... She felt so...so blessed that he'd chosen her to be his fucktoy for the evening that she'd do anything he asked, no matter how depraved, how perverted. The kinkier the better. Anything to prove her devotion to Gerald, anything at all.

  She pulled him down the hallway with the same intensity that her own lust dragged her towards her bedroom, her mind full of images of her tits pillowed around his cock, of her body bent over the sink as he took her from behind in the hotel bathroom, of endless orgasms ripped from her body by his sheer masculine power. She only dimly registered him saying, "Maybe later, I can swing by the party again, pick up another girl, and the three of us can have some fun together. What do you think?"

  Only a few seconds ago, she'd have killed any other woman who tried to touch Gerald's perfect, sexy flesh, but the mere knowledge that Gerald wanted her to fuck other women rewired her sexual preferences in an instant. Of course she'd play with another girl. Gerald willed it to be so. She'd fuck anyone he wanted her to, cheerfully suck cocks and lick pussies and tongue assholes and finger titties and take anything in any hole like the slutbitch Gerald wanted her to be. Her hand shook so badly with need that she almost couldn't fit the key card into the lock, but she knew that the sooner she got inside, the sooner Gerald could get inside her, and that helped center her enough to manage it.

  Gerald hadn't even closed the door all the way before she was pulling her dress off, flinging her clothes away with heedless abandon in the rush to let Gerald see her naked. Her panties were soaked completely through, clinging to her pussylips as she peeled them off, and she was shivering and panting with lust as she gasped out, "Oh, God, Gerald, I need you so fucking bad, need to feel you, need to..."