Family Forbidden Taboo Erotica for Women Box Set

by Patricia Parks

  He must have been admiring his view for a while, for he said and did nothing. Then he pressed his hand into the chasm between her legs, fingers tangled in her bush and wrist pressed up against her splayed labia. He flexed his fingers, massaging her pubis, reaching towards her hip bones and belly button, but what she could really feel most was the flexing of the tendons and muscles in his wrist, pressed hard against her clit. He pushed against her so firmly, he might have curled his bicep a bit more and lifted her right off the ground.

  She held in a whimpered, "Oh, God," and let him do as he might. He rubbed her and opened her more. She felt embarrassed that she was beginning to leak all over his forearm, as he pulled and rubbed and flexed. When he finally released her, she was more than ready for his cock. She might have behaved in all sorts of wanton ways to feel him inside her.

  "Lean forward." His whisper was hoarser now. She obeyed, putting her hands on the ground on either side of his knees. This position showed off her bum and she arched her back almost without thinking to open even more fully to him. If she thought about it, she might have been ashamed to arch her back like a cat in heat, but she was past some of that embarrassment now.

  Both of his hard-skinned hands roamed over her buttocks and down her open thighs. She imagined him leaning forward and licking her; it was a shocking thought and it made her close her eyes. He hadn't done that, not once, but if she could take him in her mouth, couldn't he do the same? He wouldn't though, she decided. She could feel it when his fingertips ran over the welted skin from her beating, and once or twice he followed a line across, dipping deep between her buttocks as it crossed the crease.

  A finger slipped into her wet hole unexpectedly. It dove deep and on the second thrust, was joined by another. It hurt a little, despite her readiness, because of the roughness of his fingers. Not to mention, he rarely left her alone, not since their first night together. He pounded into her without mercy night after night, and while she was quickly schooled and ready, she had no relief from the onslaught to recover. His fingers sawed into her, forcefully and without rhythm. Her body twitched in unwilling response and something inside her let go and drenched his fingers with lube. They slid more easily, but then he added a third finger, stretching her. Still, she began to rock with his movements, a little unconsciously.

  Suddenly, he pushed all three fingers deep and held them there, pushing up, almost lifting her up.

  "Sit up, hands off the ground." She obeyed, but a little weakly. Strong hands assisted, pulled her back up against him. He was sitting straight up now and her naked back and buttocks pressed against his clothes. They were scratchy and stiff against her skin. His free hand reached around and began to tug ruthlessly on one of her nipples, most of his other hand still knuckle-deep inside her. She moved slightly and felt his cock-head brush against her ass cheek. She leaned a little more in that direction, pressing it.

  He growled in response, and she wasn't sure if it was sexual or anger at her teasing.

  "When this stops hurting," he said, punctuating his harsh words with a rough thrust of his fingers inside her, "I'm going to take the other hole. That will take a lot longer to get used to, I think." His words made her heart flutter; what did he mean? His fingers slid free of her cunt, and pressed into her crevice, moving backwards. One slick finger pressed against her asshole, forcefully demanding entrance.

  Her face flooded with heat and shame. Surely that wasn't done, something not possible. But his finger breached her with the same lack of sympathy with which he had taken her virginity some weeks past. He pushed it in past his first, then second knuckle. He was still lubed from delving into her pussy, but it shocked and hurt her. She muffled a whimper with a hand tight over her lips.

  "That is not for today, but I thought you should know." Did his voice hold a note of pleasure, of twisted satisfaction?

  He removed his finger from her bum then urged her back. His hands guided the joining, letting the head of his cock rub against her before popping inside. She leaned forward again, palms to the ground. This is what she knew, what she had begun to crave: his hard cock delving into her softest place. She sank onto him, feeling stretched and a tiny bit pained. Splayed over him, with the gleaming steel of his cock buried in her to the hilt, the rest of the world faded: the dirt beneath her knees, the looming darkness of the empty barn in front of her, the sun dipping lower in the sky to her left. She slowly began to move and work him inside her, knowing this one time what he wanted and everything else fell away.

  Richard looped his second belt around her waist as she rode him -- the belt he reserved for her, but slung across his hips today as they left the house, crossing it with the gun-belt he wore every day. She felt briefly like a bridled horse, but he had other plans in mind. He threaded the end of the belt through the buckle and doubled up the loose end until it was almost the right length. She could feel the belt cinching around her waist, tightening, as he pulled the free tail down in front, until the doubled-up strip of leather pressed against her parted labia. She moved up and down on his glistening cock, and the belt moved with her, rather consistently tight around her waist. But she could feel that the rounded edge just wouldn't quite reach her clit, if that was his intention. His arm lay heavy over her right thigh, but he didn't say anything, didn't tell her what to do.

  She breathed in and pulled in her stomach as tightly as she could, hoping for just that extra inch of slack so the knob of leather could press against her clit. The leather tightened around her waist, gave just enough to graze and torment just the very tip of her clit. Or Richard wasn't quite pressing it as far as he could; it was hard to tell.

  She shifted a little to aid the belt, lost the rhythm she'd been building up, and Richard found a tender bit of skin to tweak painfully. She'd early on learned to hold back any negative response, but she gasped. He must have enjoyed the sound, since he gave a little tug and the curled edge of the tough leather belt pressed more fully against her clit now.

  The pleasurable feeling made her inhale in a near-gasp. It was the only sound she made, and she quickly stifled even that. The traffic flow behind her had increased, and even now she smelled cigarillo smoke on the wind. She imagined someone leaning against the fence, shoulders propped against the wood much like Richard's only a couple of feet higher, casually smoking and hopefully unaware of what was taking place scant inches away.

  Her pace increased and the nub of leather scraped and prodded at her clit at Richard's discretion. The tightened belt around her waist remained the same, though. She might work and work him, and he might still not let her come. One night he worked her until she was raw and begged to stop, but had lost track of how many times she peaked with pleasure. It was a confounding game he played.

  His free left hand curved over her waist, guided her faster. She put her left hand over his, moved as he urged. The thin band on her third finger pressed into his knuckle. Suddenly, his fingers bit into her waist, pulled her down fast and hard, bottoming out inside her despite her controlling position. Each hard thrust hurt, bruised her a bit where the bruises wouldn't show. A few more hard yanks and she felt his hot spurt, his cock twitching inside her. His grunts and final groan were muffled into the back of her shoulder as he sat forward and pressed himself against her again. He bit the back of her neck lightly, remaining still, arms binding tightly around her body; he squeezed one breast with a little more force than necessary, the other arm around her waist.

  Her knees were sore, her breath taken from her, and she had not found relief. Her pleasure, however, was not his highest concern. It would come, she knew, but he might pick a place and time even more inappropriate; she was glad church services were rare in this town.

  He abruptly let her go, ordering her to stand. She awkwardly rose to her feet, unsteady and suddenly very cold without his body near. She turned to watch him tuck himself away and then he stood too. He wrapped his own belt around his narrow waist, through the loop of the holster and fastened it. The belt he used on her
, whether on her buttocks or between her legs, was still looped around her bare waist.

  "Come here." She stepped close. "Spread your legs." She widened her stance. He moved the belt from around her waist to between her legs. He pulled the long cord out of his pocket and once again fashioned the leather chastity belt that rubbed her clit and split her apart in an indecent manner. He had never had her leave the house bound up in it before. It affected her walk, certainly, and she worried it might be obvious what was going on to every eye that lit upon her in the street. It was a long walk through an increasingly crowded town with lots of eyes. On the bright side, the friction would surely bring her to completion, even if she was far too obvious about it in front of the saloon or the laundress' or the general store.

  He let her dress after making sure the leather hadn't stretched so much that she was comfortable in her belt. He carefully adjusted it, fingers coldly pulling her labia this way and that, feeling his hot cum on his fingertips as it began to drip out of her and onto the leather. She felt glad to get back into the clothes; she wasn't sure she would ever be used to being naked under the big sky. It felt too unprotected, too open. She carefully adjusted her skirt and bodice, hoping that the bulges of the extra belt leather weren't too obvious in the folds of fabric.

  "I'm ready for you again," he whispered into her ear when she was ready. "I hope we can make it home without me lifting your skirts and pushing you up against a building in front of everyone."

  She wouldn't be surprised if he did that one day. Today the belt might be in the way, but tomorrow, he might conceive of a different way to torment her. It made her stomach clench, but not in an entirely bad way. She wanted him still, again. She was desperate for a climax, two or three, for the rough sweaty pounding until she was so exhausted she couldn't protest anything he might do. Against a building, in a more or less un-traveled alley, would suit her right about now. What worse could he do? She briefly imagined them fucking on the stage at the saloon, to hoots and hollers of men waiting their turn. Oh, there was plenty more he could do. The thoughts erased her chill, made her hot and flushed.

  Richard led her back through the barn and out onto the street. She felt that everyone was looking at her. It may have just been that she was one of the very few women in town, but it felt like they saw the raw and filthy nature of her soul, the desires she was now trained to embrace. She felt naked, though she was as clothed as she was when she had walked towards the new barn and its high-fenced pen earlier on her husband's arm.

  Her breasts felt bare and exposed enclosed in just the thin calico fabric of her dress. The bodice clung to her breasts, and beneath the sweet flower pattern, her still erect nipples were clearly visible. The fabric had just been washed and starched just a little to keep away the worst of the wrinkles, and so rubbed her sensitive skin as she moved. She felt the eyes of so many men glancing up and down her body impolitely, but did nothing more than blush. She could only keep telling herself that there was no way they could see the belt, that the dimming light kept her unbound breasts just a little less obvious. It didn't help when Richard's fingers surreptitiously pinched a nipple within the guise of patting her hand where it looped over his arm. He just reached a bit too far, sorry dear. He smiled at her and her face burned red.

  It was her husband's job to keep her safe from the leers and advances of this man's world, and it was only his mercy she needed to worry about.

  The End.

  Two on One

  It was just a little sound. Not much but enough for me to know someone had come in. I looked at the clock - 2:06 AM. I am glad it was Saturday morning. There was a friend's shower tonight that Becky had gone to with Autumn. I watched a little basketball and played a little poker. I decided not to wait up knowing that I would hear her come in if she decided to come over. I hoped she was going to come over.

  She had a key and was trying to be quiet. I heard the water running. She must have gone to the other bathroom instead of waking me. Dang that girl is so considerate.

  I made like I am still asleep, trying to see if she is the mood to play or just came here to crash instead of going all the way across town to her house.

  The bed moved just slightly as she climbed into bed behind me. And then another slight movement in front of me. What the heck is going on, I wondered. I felt her slide up next to my near naked body. She is topless if not naked herself. I feel her hot breath on my neck and her breast on my back. I reach back to her and grab one hand as her other hand slid into the waistband of my boxers. Then I feel another hand on my butt pulling down my shorts. I lift my hips as the second pair of hands pulls them off of me. I'm not all the way awake but this is getting very interesting very fast.

  I try to lift my head to look around but Becky rolls me on my back and plants her mouth on mine. Soft lips so tasty. Her mouth is open and her tongue is searching for mine. I slip mine out and she hungrily sucks it deep into her own warm mouth. Her hands are all over my chest and shoulders. The other pair of unknown hands are all over my stomach and stroking my hardening cock. I now have to decide if I were dreaming or if this was really happening.

  Becky's mouth slides off my tongue and bites my earlobe. "The shower was so boring - nothing sexy at all for the bride or any of us."

  Autumn said, "Yes and then Becky text-ed me that picture of your big cock again - right during the shower. That got me very horny."

  She lowered her mouth down on my head and gave it a sloppy kiss and suck. It felt like it got even harder as she did it. Then she went as deep as she could, taking about 3 inches in her mouth. Becky is moving up to the head of the bed. I see she is naked and very hot. She puts a pillow under my head and swings her leg over me and lowers her pussy to my mouth. My hands go for her breast - her perfect globes. I give them both a squeeze that gets her grinding her bald mound on my face. She tastes so sweet and salty at the same time. My tongue licks her nether lips and up to her clit.

  I feel her pull my right hand back from her tit. Then there is a very cold metal snap around my wrist. I try to look up and she does it to the left as well. I cannot see past her beautiful tummy and pussy but I think to myself these are not my handcuffs I have used on her. I give a little tug and know I am at these two sexy women's mercy.

  Becky slides off my face and I get a look at the brunette between my legs. She has her hair back in a pony tail and her lips are wrapped my head. She goes deep again and then with a loud smack, she lets my cock pop out of her mouth. I know I was going to enjoy this a lot.

  Autumn gets up and slides a couple of pillows under my hips and lower back. She is also naked and I notice she has shaved her pubic hair into a very small landing strip with an arrow point at the top of her vagina. Becky comes in with two of my big bathroom towels and my beard trimmer and my razor.

  "Lift up hun these need to cover the pillows." Becky commands.

  We had talked about shaving before. I do man groom keeping things trimmed and neat but Becky had wanted to shave me and now was going to do it. Becky had the trimmers and started with my pubic hair, taking it down around the very base of my shaft. She slapped at it just to watch it move back and forth. Then a fast kiss on just the head. She kept the clippers moving. Keeping my hair about as short as it is on my chest and legs trying to blend it in. She then went to my balls. She got all the hair she could from around them. Another long stroke on my shaft as she moved it from one side to the other to make room for the clippers. With my balls as close as she could make them with just the clippers, Becky hesitated. She then went down past them to my butt. She pushed my legs opened and ran the clippers around my butt hole. We had not talked about this but she had a very naughty look on her face and so I did not try to stop her.

  Autumn now took over. Warm wash cloth in hand, she washed around the area Becky had just run my clippers on. Next came my razor. "Change the blade please. I have been using it a while. They're in the top drawer."

  Becky gave me a look like she was in control and I needed to
be silent. Autumn went and got the new blade and handed it to the beautiful blond. Becky then started with a light lather around the base on my cock and then my balls. Her hand held my cock as she shaved me bald as a baby's bottom. It felt very strange but also very good. She smacked my dick hard to watch it bounce newly shaved.

  "It does look bigger without the hair," Autumn said. "Now let me do his ass. I want to shave him too."

  Becky helped push my legs back and apart, exposing my butt to the sexy brunette. Starting at the bottom of my sack going down past my hole, Autumn took her time with the shaving gel, hot water and my razor. It felt almost as good as when Becky was shaving my balls. I was exposed to them both and they were having fun getting rid of all the hair they did not think I needed. Becky never took her hand off my still very stiff cock - not stroking it just keeping it out of the way for Autumn. Autumn took one last look at her handy work and gave my bottom a hard smack. Hard enough to make me jump.

  The two of them got off the bed taking the shaving supplies and the towel to the bathroom. When they came back they were carrying Autumn's bag of many toys. I shake just a little bit not sure what they were planning for me. They drop the bag on the foot stool at the end of the bed. Becky slid up the bed between my legs. Autumn climbed on to top by my head. She sat on my chest and lowered her breast to my mouth.

  "Suck on them like you did Becky's the other night. Bite them. Lick them. Get them wet." She ordered.

  I opened my mouth and went to work as best as I could without my hands. Her breasts where large but not nearly as perfect as Becky's. Her nipples did get very hard when she got turned on and I knew she wanted me to bite them as much as she wanted them sucked on. Reaching forward with my neck I start licking and sucking on them as she rocked back and forth. I was trying to get as much of my saliva on them as I could. Then I felt the most wonderful feeling in the world. Becky takes the head of my cock in her mouth. She swirls her tongue around the head, licks my piss hole, and I lose focus on what my mouth is doing.