Family Forbidden Taboo Erotica for Women Box Set

by Patricia Parks

  And there was the reason for my questioning her about her fantasy. It was also why I knew she'd do anything within reason that Dom and Freddie wanted her to do. I was hopeful that Jenna would truly love the idea of being raped while helpless and having no control of her situation.

  Dominic's cock had revived and he moved in next to Jenna and slapped her face with his thick cock.

  "Suck it!"

  She came the moment the words registered on her brain.

  "Naughhh!"

  "Suck it, slut!"

  Jenna tried to take him in her mouth, but his size and Freddie's relentless pounding prevented her from obliging him as she gave herself to Freddie's frenzied fuck and started to come non-stop.

  A full minute later, Freddie came with a loud grunt and after filling Jenna's hole, rolled away gasping for breath.

  Jenna promptly grabbed Dominic's fat dick and started licking his balls and anus before taking it into her obscenely stretched mouth and sucking with a fury I had never seen in her before.

  It seemed to me to be the most violent blowjob I'd ever witnessed. She was gagging and groaning in pain from his constant ramming his thick cock further and further down her throat.

  I felt a need to speak up and said, "Dom, maybe you...."

  "Shut the fuck up. I know what I'm doing," he replied.

  I shut up.

  What followed amazed me. Jenna threw her arms around him and squeezed his ass, pulling his cock further into her mouth.

  Dominic laughed and gave me a look that said I didn't know what the fuck I was talking about.

  From Jenna's actions, I had to agree with him.

  He continued fucking her face while calling her every filthy name he could think of. The more names he called her, the harder she went after his thick cock.

  Still belittling her with names like: "your Momma's little whore, and cunt of cunts, and daddy's favorite fuck toy," he started squeezing her breasts, and the pain registered on her face even as distorted as it was from his sizable cock.

  When he pinched her nipple, Jenna whimpered in agony, but continued sucking him off.

  Moments later I couldn't believe my eyes. Jenna took him deep. Dominic's balls were resting on her chin.

  Perhaps ten seconds passed. Dominic slowly pulled his cock from her mouth, being careful not to hurt her further.

  "You did real good there, kiddo. I never had a broad deep throat me before."

  And in a calm, soothing voice he whispered, "Now let's have us a nice fuck, shall we?'

  "Mmmm," she replied, not daring to speak and spoil the moment as Dominic rolled away to get between her legs. I thought he would finish her off with a fuck, but he went down on Jenna surprising her as well as me.

  Evidently, Dominic was quite proficient at giving girls head. Jenna had several powerful orgasms before he turned her around and mounted her. Well, actually, Jenna guided him into her cunt. With the first stroke of his thick cock, she went ballistic vocally. I had heard her yell before, but this time she was screaming at the top of her lungs, only pausing long enough to garner enough air in her lungs before renewing her screaming.

  I knew the neighbors could hear her. I knew that they had to be concerned and I went out into the hall and knocked on their door. The man opened it and gave me a concerned look. "Do you hear the screaming too?" he asked. "Yes, that's why I'm here. My girl's trying out a Sybian. Um, do you know what I mean?"

  "I think so," he answered.

  "Well, it's really got her going. I don't have the heart to stop it. But I wanted to apologize for the disturbance. It shouldn't be much longer."

  His wife shoved him aside, and spoke to me for the first time ever, although we had meet several times coming and going from Jenna's place.

  "Is that thing really that good?" Her face had gone red with excitement. She was unconsciously rubbing her right nipple under her robe.

  "I'd have to say it's better than advertised, um Mrs.?"

  "Johnson, Millie Jackson," she said as she glanced down at my crotch, which had a pre-cum stain that was still expanding from my blue-balled dick being denied sex while watching Jenna ball two guys I'd brought over for that purpose.

  Turning away from me, she said, "Don't worry. Let her make all the noise she wants." Then as she closed the door in my face, I heard her tell her husband, "Jerome, you're buying me one of those machines tomorrow, you hear me. I don't care what it costs. Now I'm gonna jump your bones. I hope to God you're ready!"

  Returning to the apartment, I found Dom and Jenna stretched out on the bed, Dominic's cum trickling out of her snatch.

  Freddie stood next to them, slowly stroking his cock back to its proper size.

  "You want a shot at her?" He inquired.

  Before I could accept his invitation to fuck my girlfriend, Jenna hopped out of bed and walked to the bathroom on shaky legs.

  "Come with me," she said to me.

  Dutifully, I followed her into the small bathroom.

  Jenna sat down on the toilet and parted her legs wider than customary. "I thought you'd like to see their sperm drip out of my hole," she said with a smile.

  "Did you enjoy being raped?"

  "Did I? I'm going back for seconds in a minute. God you must be horny, and where the hell did you go a minute ago?"

  I told her and she began laughing. "I got to tell Dommie that. He'll bust a nut," then reflecting on her words, she said, "Maybe I shouldn't, I don't want him to stop jamming that fat dick up my twat."

  "Would they mind if I let you fuck me? I mean, I'm asking since you set this up."

  "I can ask," I said as she peed and then wiped herself clean.

  We returned to the bedroom; both men were waiting.

  "I was wondering if I could get it on with my boyfriend," Jenna said to them.

  Freddie nodded. Dominic looked at me and smiled. "Sure why not," he said, but first I want to get some pictures of you, you know, sucking and fucking. It's for my memory album."

  "That's not part of the deal, Dom," I said.

  .

  "Let's ask the little lady, shall we? What say you, Jenna?"

  "I don't mind," she said. "It's not going on the internet, is it?"

  "No, personal consumption only, sweetie, I promise."

  She laughed at him and said, "Well, if you promise, I suppose it's all right. Go ahead, snap away.

  For the next half hour he, Freddie and I took picture after picture of her in varying crude and humiliating poses that ended with Jenna licking both their assholes and then sucking both their cocks.

  Then I mounted Jenna from behind and fucked her doggy-style while the others hooted and cheered us on. I let my imagination go wild thinking what type scenario Mrs. Jackson was conjuring up for us with the racket they made. I also wondered what might happen the next time we met in the elevator, or elsewhere.

  It was weird, I mean, here I was saddled with blue balls from watching Jenna get it from every angle and I couldn't get off. For her part, Jenna loved it. We kept fucking; there was no problem in that regard. My blue balls were slapping against her ass with a regularity that rivaled a metronome. Freddie even made a sarcastic comment about it.

  About ten minutes in, Jenna got religion, repeating, "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus," over and over again as she came repeatedly. While I, like the old Timex Watch, kept on ticking, only I wasn't just ticking, I was smoking.

  "Suck him some, Jenna," Dominic called out around the twenty minute mark.

  Jenna stunned me then, saying, "I will if you or Freddie fucks me."

  I probably should have been upset, but found it funny. Besides, I was having some difficulty in getting off. I was hard as a diamond, but having problems coming.

  I did think to ask Jenna if she was really okay with it.

  "I asked him, didn't I?"

  I maneuvered her to the middle of the bed and waved Dominic over....

  He understood what was needed and reached between her legs to rub her clit while I continued fucking he
r.

  Moments later Freddie was playing with her tits. The combination set Jenna off again. And while she was screaming out her umpteenth orgasm, I managed to cum too.

  As Jenna and I caught our breaths, Freddie and Dominic sat back on their haunches and waited.

  Most of my load was streaming down Jenna's left thigh. She noticed it and giggling, covered her pussy with one hand and slowly got up from the bed.

  "I'm getting a little sloppy again; time for another bathroom call."

  Dominic waited until she was sitting on the toilet then followed her into the bathroom until he stood in front of her while she wiped her pussy off.

  I was standing in the doorway watching. When she noticed him in front of her, Jenna closed her legs in embarrassment.

  "What'cha hiding, girl? You ain't got no secrets I don't know about?" he said so quietly he made me nervous.

  She tried to raise herself up from the toilet, but Dominic shoved her back. Jenna hit the back of her head against the wall. It had to have hurt, but she gave no indication it had.

  "Spread those legs!" he snarled.

  Jenna quickly did so.

  We all knew what Dominic was about to do to her, but no one said a word.

  When the first spurt of piss shot out of his cock and landed on Jenna's thighs she screamed and tried to scramble up again. Dominic slapped her across the face and told her to sit still.

  He resumed pissing on her and between her legs so that it splattered directly against her pussy and ass.

  She closed her eyes and began to moan.

  "Feels good, don't it?" he asked.

  Jenna nodded her head.

  "You gonna come from this, Jenna?"

  "M... maybe," she replied.

  "Oh shit... I'm running out!" Dominic said. And turning to me asked, "Can you help her get off?"

  I nodded and took his place, aiming carefully at her cunt and let go a strong stream of yellow fluid.

  "Oh Christ!" she exclaimed.

  Dominic left us, and I managed to piss long enough to bring Jenna to another climax.

  .

  Afterward she dropped her head in shame at what she'd asked for. I looked down; saw the pool of urine on the toilet seat and floor around her feet.

  "I better get up, it's getting cold fast," she said with a wan smile.

  She stepped into the shower and rinsed her feet off, and as she dried them I walked back into the bedroom and found Freddie and Dominic dressing.

  "Leaving so soon, guys?' I said cheerfully.

  "We're done here," Freddie said. "We'll wait for her to come out... say our goodbyes...."

  Just then Jenna came into the bedroom, breasts jouncing as if they hadn't a care in the world.

  Dominic stared at her a long moment, then said, "We have to go now, cunt, but you know we'll be back. You want us to come back. You hate it, but you can't help it. You love it. I don't know when we'll be back, but from now on, you don't lock your door at night, or we'll kick it down."

  They left a few minutes later, patting Jenna on the ass as if she were a lucky charm as they walked out the door.

  Jenna and I just stayed naked. We were both fucked out, but what did we need clothes for?

  I made us both strong drinks and sat down beside her. Handing her a drink, I said, "So, was it as good as you thought it would be?'

  Jenna smiled like the Mona Lisa.

  "Any regrets?" I asked.

  "Well, I noticed they didn't make you suck them off. And they didn't fuck you up the ass."

  "It was your fantasy, not mine, Jenna."

  "Still... you know, for the reality aspect it would have been nice."

  "There's always next time."

  "Yeah, he mentioned the possibility. Now that would be a real surprise, wouldn't it?"

  "They might clue me in... if they wanted me there," I said.

  "Oooo, now that's scary," she said with an even bigger smile.

  "You don't think less of me for letting them do all those things, do you?"

  "Of course not Jen. I just wanted you to enjoy your wildest fantasy."

  "Well thank you, sweetie. It was wild. Wilder than I thought possible. And when I tell my friend what you did for me, you may find yourself getting more requests."

  "You wouldn't put them on me like that, would you?"

  "You'll see. And by the way..."

  "Yes?"

  "I'm giving you one week to tell me your favorite fantasy. Maybe you can get yours to come true too."

  "You think?"

  The End.

  Hotel of Dreams

  Chapter 1: Room 214 (Taking the Plunge and Finding Friends)

  I stood in front of the hotel, more than a little intimidated. Across the way, I saw my husband walking toward me; his face a mask of containment. We stood outside and looked at the empty parking lot.

  We had walked through this place at least two dozen times, wondering how, if, when.

  It started, I guess, years ago, in our swinger's fantasies with writing stories and dreaming of what it would be like to swing. We made up all kinds of stories for each other about what it might be like to visit a hotel for swingers. So when in our forties both of us found ourselves out of work, him with a large bonus and me with my unemployment, and a smaller fee, with pensions and some savings, we bought what was a steal, a motor lodge, near an interstate, in an upstate central US state. I am half afraid to write the name of the state...would we fail?

  In the beginning we decided to open the hotel ourselves and keep one wing unused, and to do all the maid work, maintenance and desk work together. We are both fairly handy and had for years worked for someone else. We were thrilled and scared to do this on our own. In the first week, we redid one wing, created a breakfast room and closed the pool. By the second month more and more people pulled off the interstate, checked in, ate breakfast and checked out. We now had enough business to pull in some money and find out what it was like to run a motel.

  By the end of the third month, we had one full wing, both floors finished with the rooms taking on a nice coziness. Everyone feels comfortable talking to my husband and me and people seemed to like a growing 'petticoat junction' mom and pop atmosphere. With nice flowers, plants and the constant running of the vacuum cleaner, we were making a small number of people happy. But not in the way we planned.

  From time to time we would walk through the upstairs wing on the other side and make plans for our fantasy hotel secret wing. We thought, 'one room at a time'. We decided to install windows from the room to the hallway, with curtains inside and out. This required a carpenter. When we found one we liked he was a bit quizzical when we explained what we wanted.

  "Most folks" he informed us, "do not want a view to the hall."

  We nodded and said, "We thought it would bring in light."

  I was just beginning to regret having called in a carpenter, and thinking this wasn't going to happen, when I saw the twinkle in his eyes. The next day he brought his wife in to help. They were both in their 40s and nice looking. Our carpenter, because of the nature of his work, was lean and muscled, and she was small, curvy in all the right places, and sensual. Her top was spaghetti strapped and it was clear that she wore no bra, the outline of her nipples was clear. And hot. She had short shorts and was quick to find excuses to bend over in front of my husband. She had very cute legs and ass, and I could tell he thought so too, as he kept close by. I looked at him and smiled and he smiled back and touched the front of his pants zipper. That was our language for 'the game is on.'

  If my husband thought it was important to spend some time helping with the carpenter couple, I didn't blame him. She was flirting with him, and her husband didn't seem to mind. It got me wondering, so I decided to take the plunge and pulled off my blouse, to my black stretch undershirt,

  As I slipped it over my head, I said "Boy it gets you warm to do this."

  I was not braless, but I am fairly well endowed, so there was plenty of cleavage and perhaps
a little nipple show. The carpenter looked at my husband who kind of smiled at him and returned to his work nonchalantly. At this point we were flirting with each other but no one had taken the bait. While we were working our carpenter introduced himself as Max and his wife as Leslie.

  We laughed and chatted about kids, past jobs, and then Leslie said, "You know some people use these windows to kind of share personal experiences, like exhibitionism or voyeurism."

  It was said, the thing we were dancing around all afternoon,

  My husband was silent, and I said "Well that's the sort of thing people might choose to do, but other people might have a hard time with and maybe try to shut them down."

  Max said "Well, we keep to ourselves here, and there's nothing wrong with what people do in their own private spaces as long as they don't inflict it on anyone else or sell it."

  I guess he was on to it, but I was not ready to give it away. It was too scary and suddenly real. What if we were arrested, what if we lost everything. The fear started to pull at my stomach and it must have shown on my face. I felt Leslie's hand on my shoulder; Max was staring at the floor. She turned me towards her and said, "Look, we kind of guessed what you are doing here and we think it is great."

  I guess it made me feel better, but my heart was still pounding. Suddenly I realized how worried we had been. Leslie continued, "Max said he figured you would have one wing here at first, locked and separate. He has some ideas as well. We kind of know because we swing a little. Not often and we are careful, but we have forever been wishing for a place to go, and we think this is terrific."

  Then she gave my husband a breast smashing breastbone to breastbone hug. So I did as she did and hugged her husband. Max kind of put his finger under my chin as we pulled apart and gave me a wink.

  Then I heard the bell ring at the front desk and my husband and I reluctantly left. "Honey" Leslie said to Max as we left "I think you need a shower."

  "Hey." I said, "You know how to turn the water on...I'll bring some towels up when we are done...I cleaned up Room 214....it's pretty comfortable."

  Ten minutes later, we had the new folks settled into the regular wing and I ran the towels up the 214 and knocked. I heard Leslie's voice sing out 'just a minute' then she said, "Why don't you call your cute husband up here too?"