Family Forbidden Taboo Erotica for Women Box Set

by Patricia Parks

  "Oh my fucking God," Jada said with a smile. "I don't think I've ever had more fun than this." I lay down on the chaise to await her return, still feeling the girls' eyes watching us intently.

  To climax the afternoon, after being fisted by Jada for nearly an hour, my whole body shaking and writhing with pleasure, I began to squirt. Yes, that's right: I let go of my long-built-up waters with a black woman, screaming out with enjoyment, relishing each sweet, hissing, liquid spurt. Jada mindfully grabbed my half-finished mojito and positioned it in front of my pussy, snaring my precious juices and mingling them with the alcohol. As I screamed out the end of my orgasm, I wordlessly snatched the glass away from her and drank my own come in front of her. I spared Jada the last few drops, pouring it out on the terrace and dimly perceiving it as she obediently licked up my come cocktail on the stone tiles.

  Needless to say, I am very grateful to the Marriott for its sloppy hotel maintenance policies. I will also be returning to Santa Fe courtesy of the Southern Women's Health Network next year.

  The End.

  While The Kids Are Away

  My wife Lisa and I have been married for 17 years and have two kids. My wife, at 44 is still sexy with a tight, trim body. She's 5'4" with a thin waist, great B cup boobs and an ass to die for. She looks younger than her age and it's common for her to get hit on when she is out. We have tried to keep our sex life interesting and don't like to go too long without. We both believe sex helps keep a relationship strong. Like most couples we did go through some dry patches when the kids were very young. Things started to rebound as the kids got a little older, went to bed early and slept through the night.

  Lately however, the kids getting older and staying up later coupled with my wife's inability to stay up late has put a damper on our sex life. We have found that we now need to be creative. The kids, a son and a daughter, are now 11 and 12. So, they have reached an age where they do not need constant parental supervision. This has been the opening that we have been looking for to jump start our sex life.

  Last week, my daughter had a dance class and my son had lacrosse practice on the same day at roughly the same time. The daughter caught a ride to class with a friend and my wife dropped my son off at practice. The timing worked out in such a way that my wife was able to drop my son off and return home about fifteen minutes before I arrived home from work.

  I sent my wife a text message that read "See you when I get home. I expect you to be naked when I get there." I wasn't sure how she would react but decided it was worth the shot. It had been almost two weeks since we had last had sex. About five minutes after I sent the message my phone beeped. "Is that right?" was the reply. Was that a yes or a no? I was left to wonder.

  I pulled into my driveway and walked to the door not knowing if I was going to be greeted by my sexy wife in her birthday suit or if I had just blown a chance at some fun. I opened the door and the house seemed empty. I asked if anyone was home and received a reply from upstairs "I'm up here."

  I made my way up the steps and entered our bedroom. I was delighted to see my wife's sexy bare ass as she lying face down on the bed. She rolled over and flashed me a big smile as well as her B cups and trimmed pussy. She looked spectacular. "Great idea" was all she said. I thanked her, unable to stop smiling. She asked me if I was going to join her.

  I quickly shed all my clothes and crawled onto the bed. I moved over her and we began a passionate kiss. I was already half erect. My hands wandered to her chest and gently played with her nipples. She was cupping my balls and stroking my cock.

  Soon my kisses wandered down her neck to her breasts and I engulfed first one and then the other nipple into my mouth. I was pinching the one that I wasn't sucking and she was emitting soft moans. My kisses moved to her stomach and she suddenly rolled over.

  I knew what she wanted. I started kissing the back of her neck and made my way down her back kissing and licking. When I reached her ass, I was kissing and squeezing her ass cheeks. My tongue eventually made its way to the top of her ass crack and very slowly began sliding down her crack a little at a time. Up and down it went move a little lower with each pass. Her moaning was getting louder and she was squirming more and more.

  As I reached her puckered ass hole, I spread her cheeks wide and let my tongue play all over it. She was now moaning very loudly with some barely discernable words mixed in. This went on for a little while and then I let my tongue trail down a little further and I plunged it into her pussy. This caused her to jump. My tongue was now sliding in and out of her pussy and also sliding up and down her slit and dancing around on her clit. The moaning was now non-stop.

  She lifted her ass up off the bed. This gave me better access to increase her pleasure. She was soaked and the juices were pouring out faster than I could lap them up. I lifted her a little higher and positioned my cock at her entrance and entered her, bottoming out on the first thrust. She was unbelievably wet and I started to immediately pound her hard. I was also slapping her ass. She was yelling for me to fuck her harder and faster and to slap her harder. She was making grunting noises. Her juices were pouring out soaking the bed. It's not often that I get to see her so turned on.

  When she seemed like she could be close to an orgasm, I pulled out and flipped her onto her back and dove back into her pussy. I put a finger in her pussy and another into her ass as my tongue drummed her clit. She let out a guttural moan and then tensed and became quiet. I knew her orgasm was about to hit. Within seconds, she let out a very loud moan and her body began to convulse.

  I kept my mouth glued to her clit until she couldn't take it anymore and had to push my head away. I pulled my fingers out of her and pushed her legs up and plunged back into her still twitching pussy and started to pound her. She was shaking and saying some things that I couldn't quite make out. Her eyes looked like they were rolling back in her head.

  I pounded her hard for a few minutes until once again I pulled out of her before cumming. This time I grabbed some lube, coated my finger and stuck it in her ass. I added some more to my cock and then stuck it at her back entrance and slowly pushed in. Once I was all the way in I started to piston in and out of her gradually increasing my tempo.

  In no time, I was pounding into her and she was asking for more. I couldn't hold out very long in her tight ass and I came hard. I emptied my balls into her ass and kept pumping. My cum was leaking out around my cock. I didn't stop until I went soft. My cock made a plopping sound as it slipped out of her. Her ass gaped open and a copious amount of cum was leaking out of it adding to the mess already on the sheets. It was a very erotic sight.

  I crawled up next to her and we snuggled for a short while. I was ready to take a nap but it was time to get up and clean up. My son needed to be picked up and my daughter would be home soon. It was back to reality. As I was about to leave, my still naked wife gave me a big hug and kiss and told me what a great idea this had been and that she couldn't believe how hard she had cum. She then headed to the shower while I headed out.

  When I got home, my wife was out of the shower and the sheets were in the wash. As we began cooking dinner we kept exchanging knowing glances and smiles at each other. I am looking forward to the next time we can let loose like that.

  The End.

  Jenna's Fantasy

  We had been drinking wine and beer; had even done a couple lines of coke that fateful night while fooling around on my couch. As I recall, I had a hand under her bra toying with her nipples when Jenna asked if I'd like to hear about her fantasy.

  "Of course I would, Jen," I replied. And why not, any insight into her deviously feminine mind might prove helpful in our relationship.

  Jen gave my dick a friendly squeeze, giggled nervously and said, "All right. I've been wanting to tell someone about it."

  "Maybe I can make it come true," I volunteered.

  She laughed outright at that then said, "Jeez, wouldn't that be something!"

  "So, go on, lay it out for me, Jen."
/>   "I lay in bed at night thinking about being raped."

  "Do I know this rapist?" I asked, thinking it was me she had in mind.

  "To be honest, sometimes it's you, but more often of late it's somebody else. Someone I've never met. You know, a complete stranger."

  "And it makes you hot," I added.

  "Does it ever; I have to jill off afterward. I have the most tingling sensations for hours afterward."

  She climbed onto my lap and, keeping her eyes coyly averted, caressed my shoulders. I must have derailed her train of thought when I started kissing the hollow of her throat. I felt a shiver run down her spine, and a soft sigh escaped her lips. I worked my way up her neck, becoming more adventurous with every kiss.

  Jenna pressed herself into my lap, wrapping her legs around my waist, her skirt hiked up above her thighs. My hands drifted down along her ribcage to the curve of her waist, caressing all the way then skimmed along the silky smooth texture of her thighs.

  Her palms shimmied their way over my chest, her fingers toying with the taut nipples, obviously enjoying the firm muscle beneath her hands. Jen had told me her old boyfriend had been skinny, and she couldn't get used to the difference between us. I had hopes of making her forget him completely.

  Her body was responding with an enthusiasm that was almost embarrassing. The wine, coke and touching my body along with my strategic kisses had her giddy enough to confess that she found my mouth ever so sensual as it moved over hers.

  "Like what I'm doing?" I asked, teasing her into responding by ending my kisses for the moment.

  "Um... you're kisses...they're sooo hot... I love the way you suck on my lips and all the teasing and pressures and the starting and stopping...."

  Jenna paused to take a deep breath. I continued caressing her, moving my hands up the backs of her thighs and under her skirt to squeeze the cheeks of her fine ass. I heard her encouraging me with murmurs of excited pleasure. My fingers seemed to float over the crotch of Jen's panties. They were almost soaked through. On feeling them make contact with her genital area, she parted her legs, inviting me to do more.

  We entered a hungry, wanton kiss, that lasted until I rolled her over on her back, laid on top of her and began moving her body up and down the length of my cock; then I renewed the kissing.

  From then on all Jenna wanted to do was have me fuck her.

  "Wanna suck my dick for a while, Jenna?"

  "Sure, lemmie take it out."

  She straddled my legs and extracted my cock. I moaned as her hand moved over the swollen, sensitive flesh of my erection.

  Then with one hand holding the base, she lowered her lips to the circumcised head, circled it with the flat of her tongue and absorbed it into the wet warmth of her mouth.

  I found my hands curled in her hair, whispering encouragement to her actions.

  Jen sat herself on my abdomen, making sure I could feel how wet she still was against my skin, and leaned in to kiss me on the mouth. Blindly, I reached around her and released the clasps on her bra and attacked her lush breasts while she kissed my neck at the point where it met my jaw and sucked softly, leaving a very noticeable love bite.

  "Mmm, Jenna, c'mon finish me off," I pleaded, my voice sounding husky even to me.

  "Kay," she said, and drew the head of my cock into her mouth and held its penetration at about two inches. After a minute or two, she discovered her mouth was producing a great deal of saliva, and found my cock easier to manage.

  Actually I had thought Jenna had had more experience in oral sex. I would learn that mine was only the third cock she'd had in her mouth. The first had been a furtive experience, over to quickly for her to realize what she'd done right or wrong. The second was with a guy who'd cum quickly after a long make-out session, and when he came in her mouth he'd almost choked her with his semen.

  Still, Jenna hadn't been reluctant to accept me when I asked and I took that as a positive. Actually, her technique, such as it was, improved minute by minute. Having satisfied her that I wasn't going to come for some time, Jenna began experimenting; wrapping her tongue around my cock and making me feel pretty damn good.

  "Good job, baby," I cooed to her. Jenna responded by sucking hard and her tiny hand circled that part of my dick not in her mouth and began jerking me off. It was instinctual on her part, and more importantly, Jenna was enjoying it.

  I called her name out. Jenna removed me from her mouth. "What? Am I doing it wrong?"

  "No, but keep it out for a minute. I want to see you licking it."

  Jenna began licking the head as if it were an ice cream cone.

  "That's great," I told her. "Now, just run your tongue up and down it, all the way. Then take it into your mouth and suck hard. Do it a couple times, okay?"

  Eager to please, and anxious to learn, Jenna said, "Oh, yeah, for sure."

  Her pink tongue darted out to flicker over the sides of my dick from the base to the crown, and she seemed to revel in the sound of my groans. Her tongue was moving like a snake, coating every inch of my velvety soft, yet hard as steel cock with a fine patina of sweet, warm saliva.

  "I... I can actually feel the blood rushing through your... um, cockie.

  "Do my balls," I croaked, no longer trying to control my voice. "Lick them, just like my cock."

  Without the slightest hesitation Jenna moved to my testicles, holding the soft globes in the palm of her hand and examining them carefully before applying her tongue to them, licking softly, knowing they were delicate beings, and feeling the joy of having me trust her to handle my 'crown jewels.'

  She became a little more adventurous with my love sacs, opening her mouth wide, and taking both balls into her mouth. And when I couldn't stand it anymore, I whispered feverishly, "Suck my cock again...hurry!"

  Reluctantly, Jen relinquished my balls, and after brushing the hair from her eyes, took me into her mouth. She also made sure she kept my balls in her hand, teasing them with the tips of her fingers as she increased the velocity of her suction.

  "Jenna! I'm almost there!" I called out in warning.

  She renewed the intensity of her sucking.

  "No! Please stop!"

  "What?" she said, plopping me from her mouth.

  "I... I want to try something. That is if you don't mind."

  "What is it, baby?"

  "A tit fuck; I want to fuck your tits."

  Jenna didn't understand and blurted out, "There's no fucking hole there. How are you gonna fuck them?"

  I managed a weak laugh, and Jenna gave me a questionable grin.

  "Rub it between your tits," I told her. "Go on, squeeze it between them."

  "Oh," she said, beginning to understand. She took my dick and pressed it against her chest, using her other hand to press her breasts together.

  Glancing down, Jenna saw for herself how her breasts formed a nearly perfect channel for my slimy cock to ride.

  I began moving. Every now and then my prick would protrude all the way to her mouth, allowing Jenna to make further use of her talented lips and tongue.

  "Take it into your mouth again," I croaked a few seconds later. "I'm ready to cum now. Don't be scared. I'm going to shoot off in your mouth."

  "I don't want that," she said.

  "Don't worry; it won't choke you, Jen."

  "Promise?"

  "Promise."

  Moments later her tongue was dancing over the head of my cock again; I held off as long as possible, prolonging that feeling of pure rapture that comes with the orgasm.

  I came. With the first spurt, Jenna whipped me out of her mouth, and then not knowing what to do with it, held my cock scant inches from her face and I emptied my balls all over her face.

  Evidently Jenna found this funny and more pleasant than having to choke on the load that would have filled her mouth had I remained in it while ejaculating.

  Jenna got up from the couch as quickly as possible, and ran into the bathroom for a towel. She wiped the sperm from her eye, and then tri
ed to clean it from the rest of her face. I have no doubt but that she was extremely embarrassed at letting me witness her lack of composure.

  "I... I guess another woman would have handled the situation differently," she said, revealing her mortification to me. I quickly reassured her that what she had experienced was fairly common, especially when not all that experienced at giving head.

  "Why didn't you have better aim?" she asked petulantly.

  "Um, how do I say this tactfully?"

  "What?"

  "Jenna, you were holding the weapon that discharged in your face. Um, you were aiming it, not me."

  She started laughing. "I was wasn't I?"

  "Yeah, you was," I added, joining her in the laughter.

  We had some more beer and wine, and then thinking I'd never find her more receptive to the question I wanted to ask, put the question to her.

  "Jenna, don't fuck me over...."

  "I'm not fucking you over!"

  "Yeah, you are. You told me earlier about your fantasy; said you dreamed of being raped."

  "I do!"

  "Maybe so, but that's not really your secret fantasy, is it?"

  "How...how do you... I mean, what makes you say that?"

  "The rape thing was a kind of test, wasn't it?"

  "Where did you get that idea?"

  "Women tend to lie about their fantasies."

  "And you know this how?"

  "I ask them. They tell me the lie or lies, and I ask them again. When they realize I know they're bullshitting me I get as serious as possible. Now you and I are about as intimate as we can get at the moment. It's the perfect opportunity to share that fantasy without fear of my making it anything but a common thread between us."

  This was pure bullshit, but it sounded sincere as hell, I waited for her reaction. A minute went by. Two minutes went by, and then she started to cry.

  "I was bullshitting you. I mean, I wasn't lying, not exactly. I think all girls dream about being raped, you know. It... it removes the stigma of giving in to someone by having the male take what he wants without permission. Society... hell, parents, teachers, friends all warn you about giving it up too easily. So being raped takes all those barriers and tosses them aside. You aren't giving it up to the rapist."