Family Forbidden Taboo Erotica for Women Box Set

by Patricia Parks

  "So what is your real fantasy, Jenna?"

  "Okay... I have this... fantasy about finding myself with my boyfriend in an alley next to a club. We're making out, maybe a minute or so before he's gonna do me when these two big guys come out of nowhere. I never even see them. One of them holds my boy friend; the other covers my head with a bag of some kind. After slapping me a couple times I stop struggling. He yanks my top up, I'm not wearing a bra, and he smacks my boobs around, I'm crying and begging him not to hurt me anymore.

  He has me face the wall and enters me from behind. A little bit later I realize it's the other guy fucking me and that I've got the first guys cock in my mouth. I've never been hotter in my life. And as I start to cum I wonder what my boyfriend is doing. I mean, no one's holding him. I'm thinking they killed him and I'm next; and that brings on the greatest cum I've ever had.

  After they finish with me, they're gone as suddenly as they arrived. I pull the bag from my face and see my boyfriend standing there with his cock in hand jerking off.

  Instead of feeling outraged that he allowed them to violate me, I'm boiling over with lust. I tell him to put it in my ass. He pins me to the alley wall and fucks my virgin ass. Then he helped me put myself together and takes me home, where we go at each other like the animals we are.

  "And that's about it," Jenna says softly.

  "That's a great fantasy, Jen."

  "You think?"

  "What would you say if I told you I could make it come true?"

  "Oh, no!"

  "Why not?"

  "It's a fantasy. I don't... I never thought about it as actually happening."

  "I want you to think about it. I want you to refine the details. Take a couple days, mull it over. We'll talk about it again; maybe change a detail here and there, you know, like tweaking a script. Add something here, take away something there. But always with what you want to happen because it's your fantasy."

  "I don't..." changing tact she tried to turn it around on me. "You haven't told me your fantasy."

  "I've lived mine already. That's why I want to help you live yours. It's really fantastic. It's something you'll relish the rest of your life. Think about it. None of your girlfriends will have done this. You can tell them if you want to see their faces fall."

  I paused for a minute, and then repeated what I'd said earlier. "Just think about it, Jenna. Live out your fantasy." I got up and dressed.

  "I'll call you Friday. We'll go out for drinks, catch the late show. No pressure, I promise. Then when we're back at your place you can give me your answer. Is that fair enough?"

  It took Jenna a while before she answered me.

  "Okay, sounds fair. See you Friday then."

  We kissed for a while and then I left, counting the minutes until Friday.

  *****

  "Okay... I have this... fantasy about finding myself with my boyfriend in an alley next to a club. We're making out, when these two big guys come out of nowhere. One of them holds my boyfriend; the other covers my head with a bag of some kind, and they rape me repeatedly."

  I couldn't get Jenna's fantasy out of my mind. If I tried to make it come through would she go for it? I had told her to think about it, but couldn't resist calling her the following morning.

  "So, Jen... did you think about having your fantasy a reality?"

  "I did. I couldn't sleep a wink last night. That's all I could think about. Tell me more about what you have in mind," she said. The excitement in her voice told me more than her words had, which was plenty.

  Since I had no actual plan to relay to her, I winged it, and told her that the alley was out of the question, as a passerby might call the police and there would be no end to our explanation.

  Jenna accepted this at face value, only asking, "So where then?"

  "How about your apartment?"

  "My place? You want me to let strangers into my place?"

  "They won't have a key, Jen. We'd leave the door ajar, they'd come in, surprise us and overpower me and have their way with you."

  "I don't know," she said, obviously reconsidering the factors involved in making her fantasy come true.

  "Look, Jen, let's talk about it over dinner, okay?"

  "Okay, Dino's on 4th?"

  "Dino's it is, say an hour?"

  I made three calls; my plan was underway.

  *****

  Jenna walked into Dino's sixty-two minutes later, pony tail bobbing as she walked. The short pink sundress rode up her shapely legs, and she had to constantly pull the straps back onto her shoulders as they slipped down. She looked gorgeous, even if the pigtails did make her look five years younger, at twenty-one-years of age that five years made quite a difference.

  She glanced at my crotch, saw the tell tale bulge and smirked. Her outfit had done its work.

  "I'm glad to see you too, sweetie," she chirped, full of confidence... for the moment.

  But I knew that she was probably game for whatever I had in mind, and after we were seated in a secluded booth and placed our drink orders I pointed to her nipples poking through the thin material of her sundress and said, "You seem kinda horny Jen, or is it just me?"

  Actually she looked adorable, even with the pouty lower lip that I knew was more for effect than anything else.

  "Come closer, Jenna."

  She edged closer. "Don't panic at what I do next."

  "What are you...?"

  I slipped the straps of her sundress off her shoulders and turned her so that her front was facing the bar where one solitary man sat. It didn't appear that he was looking in our direction, but I knew better.

  Having bared her breasts in the dimly lit restaurant, I reached around her and cupped them, stroking the nipples with my thumbs.

  "Christ, I'm not getting arrested for exhibitionism, put them back!"

  "He's watching us, you know," I whispered in her ear.

  "Who?"

  "They guy at the bar."

  She shuddered then froze. "Are you fucking with me?" Her eyes widened as she looked over at the bar and saw him slowly stroke a tell tale bulge in his slacks, drawing the motion out to make certain she understood what he was doing.

  "My God, how did you..."

  "I have friends in low places, Jenna."

  "You certainly do, but what has this got to do with..." she was fumbling her tits back into the cups in the sundress.

  "Your fantasy? Everything and nothing. After we eat, and we are going to eat, we'll head back to your place. The gentleman at the bar will follow."

  "You can't be serious!"

  "Of course I am. Just let things play out and you'll have lived your fantasy."

  "You seem to have forgotten there were two guys in my so called fantasy."

  "I haven't forgotten a thing," I said as I gave the man at the bar a lazy, high-five kind of wave.

  Jenna could eat no more than a tablespoon of her pasta. I cleaned my plate, chuckling when the man at the bar paid his tab and got up to leave.

  "But... he's leaving!" Jenna gasped.

  "He knows where you live. He'll be waiting for us." I didn't mention that he wouldn't be alone.

  I kept my eyes on her face, wondering just how far I could push her boundaries. I decided to push as hard and as far as I could without Jenna screaming for the police.

  In the ride back to Jenna's, I had her dress up over her hips and fingered her as she drove, avoiding careening into other vehicles by the proverbial cunt-hair. The fact that she kept her legs spread and never told me to stop while my fingers made sloppy squishing sounds told me she would go along with my plan without protest.

  I let her pull into her garage and park before pistoning my hand into her and getting her to cum hard. We walked to her apartment on shaky legs; hers from the orgasm still rippling through her; me from the excitement that lay ahead for the two of us.

  *****

  Once inside Jenna's apartment, I left the door ajar and steered her into her bedroom and flipped her onto the bed
. The slickness in her pussy signified her definite arousal. I had her lick my fingers clean of her juices and concentrated on her breasts. She loved having them played with, and the rougher I treated them the more she liked it. I had shared that information with those about to join us.

  Wondering where the others were, I finished toying with her tits and pushed my face between her legs. I wanted her hotter than a two-dollar pistol when the others made their appearance.

  Jenna moaned and tried to sit up, knowing that someone was coming, but not when. "They'll be here later," I told her, although my voice was muffled by her twat.

  She whimpered and seized my head with both hands. "Eat me, baby, please make me cum again!"

  What could I do? I gave her a savage tongue lashing that had her moaning and then squirting (yes, Jenna was a squirter.) into my mouth and face while she squeezed her nipples and told me she was cumming.

  I heard Dominick (the guy from the restaurant) and the others enter when they closed the door to the apartment. I kept my face buried in Jenna's snatch; she helped by humping my mouth frenziedly as she came again. I think she heard them when they walked in on us in the bedroom for she called my name out twice, even as I sucked her clit into my mouth and rolled the little bud from side to side with my serpentine tongue.

  "SOMEBODY"S...." she screamed, just as Dominic hauled me off of her, a bit more vigorously that I had planned. I fell to the floor and moaned in real pain.

  "HELP!" Jenna screamed, before Dom got a hand on her mouth and snarled at her to: "Shut up or else!"

  "Don't hurt me!" she cried, but in a lower tone. Freddie slapped her across the face. Jenna stopped protesting, but continued to cry.

  I lay on the floor waiting for them to cover her head with the hood before getting to my feet. Let her think it was real for a while, I thought.

  I stood at the base of the bed and watched as Freddie flipped Jenna over and positioned her so that her ass was raised up. I had to lick my lips on seeing her inner thighs glistening with her juices and my saliva. Freddie ran his finger up Jenna's thigh and then stuck it in his mouth, sucking it clean. Jenna was sobbing, and I knew that at the moment she had forgotten about her fantasy and thought she was being raped, or had completely given herself over to it. In either event, the 'uninvited' trio went to town on her.

  Freddie spread her pinkish pussy lips which were fully engorged. He sent two fingers into her and swirled them around. She moaned and moved her hips. Pulling the finger out, he positioned it at her ass, Jenna suddenly balked.

  "Don't do that!"

  Both Freddie and Dominic were taken aback, and paused long enough for Jenna to say, "It's dirty," in a shaky voice. "Things aren't supposed to go in there."

  Dominic moved into action and slapped Jenna hard on the ass. SLAP!

  "Ow!" Jenna yelped, seemingly confused at the direction of the blow.

  Slap! Slap! Slap! Jenna's ass now had distinctly red handprints on it.

  I noticed that Jenna hadn't called out my name since they'd entered the room. I knew that she had to realize this was part of the plan to fulfill her fantasy and was going along with it.

  Slap! "OH! Please no! Stop it, I'll be good!"

  "You're going to do as I say, aren't you?" Freddie snarled.

  "Yes, yes, anything you say, yes!"

  Freddie's voice brooked no argument, "I want to put something in your ass, and I damn well will put something in your ass. You hear me?"

  "Yes, yes I hear you!"

  "Now spread those red cheeks for me!"

  With her face buried in a pillow, Jenna reached back and pried her ass cheeks apart. Freddie shoved two fingers into her pussy, wet them thoroughly and then with no hesitation pushed both into her supple asshole.

  "OOOOH!" Jenna screamed, "It's killing me!"

  Dominic slapped her ass harder than he had before and roared, "Shut the fuck up, bitch!"

  Jenna choked on a sob as her asshole was stretched even more as Freddie's fingers began moving in and out of it, making her even more uncomfortable. There seemed to be no lower debasement for her to go, with her ass impaled on his fingers while her ass was hunched up for him.

  In full acceptance of her fate, Jenna gritted her teeth and prepared for the worst.

  There was the unmistakable sound of a zipper, and then he was pushing his dick into her pussy from behind, making her realize that she had stayed wet the entire time he'd been playing with her ass. He held her hands at her wrists, pressed above her head against the headboard. One cheek and her breasts were flattened against the sheets; and as he began to move in and out of her, Jenna realized the others were watching everything.

  Freddie grunted and she felt him spurting his seed into her. Thank god I'm on the pill! She thought as he emptied himself in her vagina.

  He didn't ass fuck me! She told herself and felt a huge wave of relief sweep over her.

  As Freddie dismounted he gave her sore ass another slap. Jenna saw this as an opportunity to rid herself of the hood over her head, and did so. Quickly glancing around, she saw Freddie and then Dominic; turning the other way, she saw me standing there playing with my dick as I watched her being abused.

  "Jesus Christ!" she barked in my direction. "How many...?"

  Dominic sprang at her, cutting her words off in mid-sentence while brandishing a long serrated knife. I hadn't counted on anyone using a weapon of any kind. They knew she wasn't going to fight them off. What the hell was he doing?

  "I won't hurt you unless you make things difficult," he snarled.

  He was wearing a t-shirt and gym shorts, and the erection in his shorts was obvious. Jenna started babbling that she would be good. She would do anything if they promised not to harm her or me.

  "Behave and I won't have to use the knife," Dominic said. His voice was calm and reassuring. I found myself nodding in agreement. It was the right thing to tell her just then.

  Jenna looked away while Dominic undressed. He stretched out beside her and started kissing her on the mouth. She didn't respond at first, but then her already heated body betrayed her and Jenna got into it, moaning into his mouth.

  "You're a great kisser," he told her. Jen mumbled her thanks at the complement, not sure how she was supposed to take it.

  "Suck my tits," he said and she did.

  "Lick my armpits."

  Jenna complied, wondering when he was going to stick his cock in her mouth.

  To my surprise, Dominic was in no particular hurry and had Jenna spend a long time kissing and licking his hairy chest and stomach.

  "Go lower!"

  Jenna could no longer avoid seeing his hard, throbbing, drooling cock. I was certainly impressed with its size, not so much in length, which was a little more than six inches, but it had to be the thickest cock I'd ever seen, and I knew it was easily the fattest that Jenna had ever encountered.

  Now Jenna was a skillful at fellating a dick. But as I expected, she had difficulty with Dominic's prick. Her lips were stretched around his cock and despite the way he forcefully pushed on her head, she wasn't able to take more than half of his cock into mouth.

  I'll say this, Dom gave her at least ten minutes to manage it, but she couldn't do it, but he had her tickling his balls while she jerked him off. He jammed it back in her mouth and pumped away until he came, filling her mouth with a copious load.

  For Jenna, it was either choke or swallow. She managed to swallow most of it but had a coughing fit that hadn't quite finished when Freddie stepped up to take Dominic's place.

  Freddie was a rough looking guy who appeared to be in his late thirties or early forties. He looked like the kind of man that might show up if you called for a plumber or carpenter. The main difference was the undisguised look of lust on his face.

  It was quiet in the apartment. Jenna lay on the bed suddenly aware of her neighbors coming home from a movie or late dinner.

  "This is bizarre!" she said to the room at large. "I mean, there are people all around us, coming and goi
ng, yet none of them are aware of my situation."

  "It's your fantasy, Jenna," I said. "You want this."

  "Do I? Do I really want it?"

  "Shut the fuck up and spread those legs!" Freddie said in a low threatening voice.

  I had to give him credit; he was really into his role as a rapist.

  Freddie was on his knees, between Jenna's, and started kissing her calf, working upward toward her snatch.

  Jenna responded as I had thought she would, moaning and shuddering as he pulled her closer to him and aimed his rock hard meat at her cunt.

  "Don't..." she whimpered.

  "You ain't fooling anyone, you fuckin' whore. You want me to fuck you silly, and that's just what I'm about to do."

  Jenna closed her eyes as he entered her with a forceful thrust.

  "Open them eyes, bitch. I want you to see how I split you apart."

  He wasn't about to do any such thing. Jenna had taken bigger cocks than Freddie's, including my own, but that didn't change anything. He was threatening her and she responded in kind, revealing her fear of him, which was exactly what Freddie wanted to see.

  Freddie was slow and deliberate, staring at Jenna's face the entire time he fucked her. Jenna was panting, almost hyperventilating with the excited state he had put her in.

  At the first sign she was calming down and responding to his thrusting cock, he went faster.

  I recalled something about Jenna as I watched him fucking away. Jenna needed something else beside a cock inside her to really get off.

  I remembered the time I had her bent over a hassock watching a porn movie while I talked about inviting some friends over to help me fuck her. She had started coming then and didn't stop until my cock went soft; muttering throughout, "Call them. Call them. I dare you!"

  She had also cum repeatedly the time I tried a gadget around my cock that kept me from coming and also stimulated her clit while we fucked. She loved it, but it rubbed my dick raw, and I refused to use it after the second or third time. It wasn't worth it as I was not able to fuck for a week or more after using it that last time.