Family Forbidden Taboo Erotica for Women Box Set

by Patricia Parks

  There was a soft impression against her skin. It must have been Sebastian's lips! It happened again! He was kissing her right in between the shoulder blades. Donna felt his hands holding her two little stumps firmly as he kissed around the nape of her neck, forcing shivery sensations down her back and round to her front, collecting at the tip of her nipples, now nestled in between Sebastian's fingers as he squeezed her breasts. She still never spoke.

  His touch disappeared! For a brief moment, Donna wondered where it had gone. Then she heard the noise of jeans unzipping behind her! This was followed by the noise of a belt clinking together and the jeans being removed. Sebastian's hands started touching her where they had left off. She didn't dare make a sound in case he stopped.

  It wasn't long before his fingers were back under the top of her panties. This time he was trying to stuff his hands in, but the panties were too tight to allow him access. "I'm just gonna need to take these off" announced Sebastian as he peeled them, fighting the resistance from the flesh, all the way down to her ankles where they were discarded beside her jeans carelessly.

  Unexpectedly, Sebastian forced his arms under Donna's body, one under the breasts and one under her hips, then turned her over to face him. They looked into each others eyes both faceless, both knowing that Donna's bare vagina lay between them. Sebastian leaned in to her ear to affirm the situation "You don't have to speak. Just let me take care of things. No one will know!" Donna hid her smile, but she could not hide her excitement! Her vagina was glistening with moisture and her clitoris was out. Her nipples stiff with good sensation. As she glanced away, she confirmed that Sebastian had removed her jeans! He was standing there right beside her, bottom half naked, with his penis stiff as a pole, slightly bobbing out in front of him. It looked thick, Donna thought. She had never seen one before in real life. It made her feel even more tingly. Without hands, all she could do was to touch it with one of her stumps. She was curious about a man's penis, never fully having understood it's workings!

  She rubbed it between her two arms, and managed to force the foreskin back to reveal Sebastian's shiny purple helmet, then let it go back to it's original position. Donna repeated and moved it a little faster. She liked how it felt between her arms! Sebastian breathed heavily. She started to go faster. Sebastian moved in closer to make it easier for her. She was masturbating a man! Suddenly she felt a small trickle of warmth run down her upper thigh. It took her back to that late night when she was 18, where she broke her hymen with her hairbrush handle. She was wet then, before the pain!

  Sebastian couldn't take her teasing any longer. He got in front of her and forced her head back against the leather. With his foreskin rubbing against Donna's pubes, her managed to find the opening. He inserted a little bit of his purple helmet. Donna bucked slightly, but never spoke. He looked at her! He pressed his shaft in further. About an inch! Donna's mouth opened then closed. She looked at him. Sebastian forced another inch in. Donna could take it! "Let me make you orgasm, Donna" he whispered.

  "Give me it all!", ordered Donna without warning! Sebastian slowly slid more of his throbbing penis into Donna's wet vagina. He got about half of it in this time but there was more to go. After pulling back out fully, Sebastian teased her clitoris from side to slimy side, with his shiny purple tip and got to hear her breath come out heavier. He re-inserted and gave her a little bit more of his length. Donna could tell there was room for more, and lay back as he probed his slick, full length into her pussy. Donna moaned!

  It was a little pain-full for the first few strokes, but as Sebastian built up rhythm, he impaled her with his handsome shaft pleasurably. She was fucking! A man was fucking her! Donna moaned again, shortly followed by groans from Sebastian as he upped his effort. A deep pleasant feeling started building up inside her pussy! Being pumped hard by Sebastian's thick greasy pole, Donna could feel his penis swelling up! He confirmed "I'm getting close" as Donna continued moaning, getting close herself after all these years finally. However it was not like before! It was not like when she was a teenager and stroked her clitoris. Those late nights in bed gave her the first orgasms. This was much deeper! Donna once heard about the g-spot from a conversation she had when she was younger, but stopped thinking about that after the accident!

  With an unearthly roar, Donna's crippled body tensed and bucked like an electric shock had passed through her. She came violently around Sebastian's large member. Suddenly a glistening arc of liquid spurted out from inside her, followed by a slower trickle! Wave after wave of pleasant euphoria enveloped by her body, came out of her mouth and out of her pussy! A puddle underneath her quickly formed, shining on the black leather, then running right on to the floor. Donna was shocked!

  A blush crept over her, but not enough to grasp her, dying when she realized Sebastian lapping it up of the bench in front of her vagina! He was slurping it up, savoring every lick!

  Once he had taken all the remaining ejaculate in his mouth, his lips secured themselves firmly to her aching pussy as she lay there exhausted, recovering from her mighty climax. His tongue deep inside her, searching bravely for every last drop of her juice, with his hand masturbating his angry penis as he swallowed it all.

  Sebastian stood proudly in front of her with his imminent cock. Slowly stroking it, mouth wide open due to his futile attempt to contain himself failing, he spurted an extraordinary string of his hot semen as thick as a pencil all up her fucked crippled body and it splashed like a water balloon all over her belly. Then another equally as special shot out of his violent, metallic gun splattering Donna's lower belly and pussy in his sexy brand, tainting her thick pubic garden with his tepid smears like a relentless sprinkler spewing out water over a thirsty summer lawn. Donna started counting as she lay there spent! The third and thickest of all jets of spunk made its way up to just below her left nipple, lapping at her heavy breast. Spurt number four and five just crawled out of Sebastian's gaping pee-hole, lava from his volcano, dribbling down her leg. Another four minor eruptions followed suit, before retiring his cock to mourn for his drained scrotal sack.

  Sebastian, only just realizing what he had done, put his clothes back on frantically! He picked up the sponge from earlier, in the now-mild soapy water and proceeded to remove all evidence of his semen from Donna and the leather couch.

  Helping get Donna dressed again, Sebastian was very quiet. There was no talk. Out of politeness, he offered a thank you and goodbye then left.

  The next bath-time, Donna got an older mature woman. When she asked about Sebastian, the lady told her that he left. She never saw Sebastian again.

  The End.

  Cider Apple

  The twins Amy and Beth are 18. I am 20 and my stay at home mom is 40. Dad is 45 and a psychiatrist.

  We all live at home. The twins are starting college and I am in my third year at NYU studying to be just like dad. One strict rule we all have is to be home for supper every evening unless we have a very good excuse to not be there.

  One night I was coming home late and supper had already started. The twins were arguing with dad about getting their own cars. Mom was chiming in and arguing for the twins to get it. Dad was getting exasperated and really getting hot under the collar as I walked into the front door. I closed it quietly as I heard him yell to all of them CIDER APPLE!

  All of a sudden it was quiet and when I peeked in, they all seemed to be in a trance. Dad said to them to relax, take a deep breath and forget the talk about a new car. He then said APPLE CIDER! They all woke up and chatted among themselves. I reopened and slammed the door and walked into the dining room.

  Dad said "what's your excuse for coming home late". I said "the trains were very slow tonight and I couldn't get home any sooner". He said ok and I joined them for dinner.

  I wanted to ask him about Cider Apple but thought better of it. The next morning, while mom was making breakfast, I came into the kitchen. We were alone. She was pouring juice into all the glasses when I said CIDER APPLE. She dropped th
e container on the floor and just stood there. I walked over to her and pinched her. Nothing!!! Dad had hypnotized mom and Amy and Beth. I woke her up by saying APPLE CIDER. She looked down and saw the juice bottle on the floor. She looked up at me and said "how clumsy of me". I said "Mom, it happens to all of us. Don't worry about it".

  Now I never thought of incest with the twins or my mom but seeing this reaction, it stirred my loins. My sisters and I are, and have been very close. When we see each other we give each other kisses and that's it. When we were younger we used to wrestle until we developed and then dad put a stop to it and explained the birds and bees to all of us.

  But it was fun while it lasted.

  I saw Amy one afternoon and we were alone. I said Cider Apple. And instantly she had this dazed look about her. I told her that whenever I asked her a question she must tell the truth.

  I asked her if she ever thought of me in a sexual way. She blurted out "Beth and I often fantasize about you. its how we go to sleep sometimes."

  I instantly had a boner. I told her to act on her feelings any time she felt like it and not to think about the fact that I was her brother. I told her she would feel wonderful and refreshed when she woke up. I then said "Apple cider".

  I took a shower and put on a bathrobe when Amy walked into my room. she was wearing a bathrobe as well.

  I said hi and she said hi. She had this smile on her face. She pushed me down on my bed as she slid across to me. She put her hand on my leg under the robe and slid it up my thigh. How's this? She asked. "It's a start", I replied.

  She undid my robe and took it away, then untied her own robe, letting it drop to the floor. She pressed me back on the bed, knelt beside me and kissed my penis. I made a little noise.

  She took me in her mouth and played gently with me, rubbing a nipple, getting the response she wanted at both ends. She held my testicles in one hand, doing inventive things with her tongue, and then she stopped for a moment. "This is just for you" she said. "You don't have to wait for me".

  "I want you know," I said, panting a little.

  "Maybe later" she said, taking me into her mouth again. She pushed my legs apart and pulled my knees up, and then she began exploring the cleft of my buttocks with her fingers.

  "I'm going to explode soon," I said.

  "Not yet," she replied, and then began again. She moved her head slowly up and down, beginning with the tip, and then pressing until nearly the whole length of my length had disappeared.

  I couldn't find the words, only noises.

  Then I exploded, and she stayed with me for another minute, prolonging the orgasm, keeping me going until I could only cry out and collapse back onto the bed. Finally, cradling my testicles in a hand, she laid her head on my belly and kissed it softly, "How are you?" she asked.

  "I can't make a fist," I replied

  "You hardly need to," she laughed. We remained that way for a moment, then she climbed onto the bed with me and lay on top of me nestling her head onto my shoulder.

  She turned her head to me and whispered "wait till I tell Beth". But get ready. We're doing it again. I thought to myself, OMG, I'm going to die.

  The End.

  Office Pet

  Alex entered the office at half-past ten. It was dark and silent, lit only by the moonlight cutting through the windows. It was brisk and chilly night. Alex was wearing her long, black trench coat, the one that always made her look like a young army general.

  She peeled off a leather glove, knelt down, and touched the floor. It was cool and bristly, definitely not something she would want to be laying on bare naked in this chilling temperature. Alex smiled. She was pleased. She closed her eyes, trying to imagine her, lying there cuffed at the wrists and ankles, her body aching for any kind of soothing sensation or warmth.

  Alex squeezed her glove and bit her lip. Not now, she thought. She fought off the image and looked down at her watch with a smile, just as she did when she instructed Serena of what to do.

  "You're to come to the office at seven o'clock. Get completely naked, gag yourself, and cuff your ankles and wrists." A pause. "Wrists behind your back, so you can't get off. I'll be there at seven-thirty."

  Serena seemed relieved. A half hour couldn't be so bad, lying there naked and bound.

  Alex grinned at the thought of her lying there, growing increasingly uncomfortable, nervous, scared, and inevitably turned on by all of this, for three and a half hours. Her familiar squirming limbs and her wide-eyed, desperate stare when she wanted to come flooded Alex's mind. It was getting harder to keep this up.

  Alex took slow, heavy steps, listening intently. At the first light shuffle, she froze. There was always the first rush at the confirmation that she did indeed have her sweet object waiting for her in the next room, her loving pet, waiting. This was when her steel resolve began to falter, just for a bit. That knowledge that she needed Serena as badly as Serena needed her in that moment.

  She let her hand rest on the knob for a moment, before turning it slowly, so that it creaked a little. She heard a tiny moan on the other side. She grinned.

  She opened the door and walked in at a normal pace, as though she were returning to work from lunch. Serena was lying beside her desk, outstretched on her stomach, staring at Alex, her lips wet from tears and pink around the black gag in her mouth. Her body glistened with sweat, and she was breathing slowly and heavily.

  Alex did not look at her directly as she walked to the other side of the office. She let her coat slide off her shoulders and hung it on the coat rack, along with her hat. She wore a crisp black dress shirt under thin black suspenders and slacks, all mens' cut. It was a perfect fit on her lean, 6'1" frame.

  She loosened her tie a bit, and smoothed her boyish blonde hair, relishing in each deliberately slow movement, torturing from a distance.

  She walked to her desk and leaned back in her reclining chair, crossing her leg over her knee. She reached into a drawer, and pulled out a box of Cuban cigars. She took her time smelling the aroma that wafted from the box, and then slowly withdrew one cigar, and placed it between her lips. She slid the box closed, and placed it gently into the dresser.

  She leaned back and pulled her Zippo lighter from her pocket. The one with the angel that looked like Serena painted on it. She let the flame stand for a bit before dipping the cigar into it, and taking a few quick puffs.

  As she put the lighter back in her pocket, she made eye contact with Serena for the first time. Serena was quiet, waiting. Sometimes she was more frantic, desperate for a quick release from the torture. And sometimes she immersed herself in the games, willing herself to not break so easily.

  There were times when she did break anyway, and times when she didn't. It was like a test to see how far Alex could go. It led Alex to the brink of insanity of few times. That's when Serena knew she had won, and Alex would tear her bonds off and fuck her hard, till she would end up gasping for breath after a violent orgasm, her head bowed into Serena's chest, who cradled her softly, dizzy from her own orgasms.

  Alex's eyes narrowed as she stared at Serena, letting smoke drift lazily through her lips. Serena's eyes were tearing and her cheeks were flushed deep red, as she panted through the gag.

  She had once divulged her love of cigars to Alex over lunch one day, weeks ago, her tongue loosened by a third margarita.

  "I love watching powerful people smoke cigars. It makes me feel small, and owned. There's something so self-serving about it, so solitary."

  It was before she knew that Alex had a mind like a computer, storing everything she said, waiting for the perfect time to manifest her fantasy.

  Alex turned to her desk, and ruffled through a few papers, which she read through for about ten minutes. Every so often, she would stare down at Serena, who still stared up at her. Alex blew smoke over Serena, and tipped a bit of ash on her full breasts, which seemed to heave directly in response.

  Alex turned back to Serena, whose small body was shaking. She looked closer,
and saw that Serena's arms were speckled with goosebumps. She could feel her heartbeat in her ears.

  She stubbed out her cigar in the ash tray, and slid off her seat, sprawled next to Serena. Serena's breathing quickened as Alex caressed her arms lightly. She shivered and stared pleadingly at Alex.

  "It took me a while to figure out what to do with you," Alex said, letting her hand fall away. "Guess that's what took me so long." She lay on her back, parallel to Serena's body, and put her hands behind her head.

  "I can't imagine what you've been through, sitting here, alone and naked and bound up like that... and not even knowing what's going to be done to you. Having to think about that." She turned her body towards Serena, facing her. Serena whimpered quietly, trying to adjust her mouth into a comfortable position around the ball gag, but it was useless.

  Alex brushed the backs of her fingers along Serena's cheek. Her suffering was ecstatically beautiful to watch. She smiled widely, her cheshire cat grin that always pushed Serena further into that sublime submissive headspace, a grin evil and playful all at once.

  Serena's eyes rolled in the back of her head and she squirmed a bit, moaning a bit louder. Please, she seemed to be saying. Alex had her where she wanted her. With a throaty chuckle, she rested back down flat on the floor, her head still turned to watch Serena.

  "You look so... fucking beautiful..." She slowly ran her eyes up and down Serena's body, petite and curvy, soft and firm. "It makes me want to do unspeakable things to you." A glimmer of her smile returned. "It is not a good night for you, my dear."