Family Forbidden Taboo Erotica for Women Box Set

by Patricia Parks

  Kayla took a deep breath and swallowed, before slowly opening the door and stepping out, teetering on her 4" stiletto Louboutin pumps, making her just a few inches shorter than Jake.

  Jake couldn't resist looking her over carefully from head to toe, admiring the way her dress hugged her curves and emphasized her tits and legs. Whistling, he looked at her sexy shoes and asked, "How the hell do you drive in those?"

  She clasped her hands nervously and looked at the ground, meekly answering, "You get used to it."

  Still keeping a neutral face, Jake ran her through a couple of basic field sobriety tests. She passed each one with flying colors, but he frowned throughout each test to make her nervous so she would think she had failed.

  "Are you carrying any weapons on you?" he asked her suspiciously.

  "Look at me," she cried out in a panic, pointing to her body, "where the hell do you think I could store any weapons in this dress?"

  "Walk slowly over to the passenger side, then turn and face the vehicle, lean over the hood, and put your hands on the back of your head - I need to check for weapons." He gave the directions slowly and calmly.

  "Are you kidding me?" she yelled defiantly.

  Quietly he glared at her, "Are you resisting me?" The implied threat of arrest loomed in the air.

  Angry, but still hoping to avoid a ticket and an arrest, she did as he asked. Bent over her hood, her dress slid all the way up to the bottom of her cheeks, barely concealing her thong.

  "Spread your legs," he ordered.

  Obediently, she moved her feet so they were slightly more than shoulder width apart. He stood a couple of feet behind her, admiring the view. Jake had a gorgeous, tall young brunette with sparkling blue eyes laying on a red Corvette with her legs spread for him, wearing incredibly sexy pumps. He looked up and down the deserted road and confirmed there were still no cars anywhere in sight.

  Stepping forward so that he was standing between her legs, Jake put his large, muscular hands on her shoulders. Kayla gasped at how big and strong his hands felt. Ever so slowly, he ran his hands down the outside of her arms, and back up the inside, marveling at her smooth, silky skin. Once he reached her shoulders again, he ran his palms down her spine, then along her ribcage, sending shivers down her back.

  Jake then smoothed his hands over the outside curve of her hips, enjoying the feel of the smooth fabric beneath his rough fingertips. Bending down, he slowly ran his hands down the outside of her legs, then back up the inside until his hands brushed against the apex of her thighs. Kayla was holding her breath to try to conceal her emotions; how could it be that she was actually enjoying this?

  "I need to check the front of your dress," Jake whispered as he pressed the front of his pants against her rear, making sure she could feel his erection. He put his hands back up on her shoulders, then slid them to her front, so they were cupping her breasts through the fabric, giving her nipples a quick pinch before sliding his hands down to her stomach. Next, he slid them further down the front of her pussy, before putting his hands back on her waist and holding her tightly.

  "Well," he spoke slowly, "you're clean - no weapons. But I still nailed you going 80 in a 55 zone, and you've been drinking. I should be hauling your ass to jail." Jake hesitated for effect.

  "Please," Kayla whispered, "I'll do anything - I can't afford to lose my license, and I don't want an arrest on my record. Surely there must be something we can work out?" she pleaded.

  Brushing the back of his knuckles against her creamy, smooth outer thigh as he once again admired her ass, still bent over the hood of her Vette, he sighed. "Well, Miss Armstrong, I do seem to have a problem of my own that you could perhaps help with." He grinded the hard fullness in his pants against her ass, making his intentions crystal clear.

  "Anything," she whispered.

  "I was hoping you might say that," Jake smiled with a sexy growl. "You've got the finest ass I've ever seen."

  "Thank you," Kayla giggled, wiggling her hips to tease him by making her pert little cheeks jiggle slightly.

  Jake did another check of the road to confirm that no cars were in sight, then carefully slid her dress up over her hips, exposing her to him. Her black lace thong hugged her hips in just the right places, and provided little coverage for anything else. With her legs still spread, he bent down to peek between her legs and saw the flimsy fabric disappear between her freshly waxed folds. His cock was aching in his pants, dying to disappear in there as well.

  Kayla moaned at the feeling of the light breeze hitting her pussy and the sun burning into the exposed skin on her ass. Then she felt Jake's finger hook underneath the fabric and slide from top to bottom along the length of the thong, rubbing the back of his finger against her sex as he went. She squirmed at his touch.

  "You like that, do you?" he asked.

  "Mmmm-hmmmmmm," she moaned.

  With the thong pushed to the side, Jake slid two fingers into her pussy and moved his hand in a slow circle, noticing how incredibly wet she was.

  "You must have a thing for cops, baby, because you are so ready for me." He quickly unzipped his pants and let them slide down to his knees, then slid his boxers down, letting his steely cock spring free into the open air.

  "I love the bare lips," he admired, "but it's really your ass that's driving me wild." He thrusted his fingers in and out of her as she still lay on the hood with her hands behind her head, legs spread atop killer heels. Grabbing his cock in his hand with his right hand while using his left hand to hold her thong aside, he pushed his cock against the entrance to her wet pussy, teasing her with just the head penetrating her.

  Kayla squirmed and tried to push herself back onto him, desperately craving his cock inside her. Jake repeatedly slid his cock head in her pussy and then through her folds from front to back, distributing her juices all over.

  Suddenly and without warning, Jake let go of his grasp and buried himself inside her pussy, pushing her hard into the car and holding himself against her. She cried out in surprise and moaned "Ohhhhhh...", relishing the fullness of his long, thick cock.

  Slowly, he thrusted in... and out... and in... and out... "You like the feel of my cock inside your hot, wet pussy?"

  "Yes, oh yes, it feels so good!"

  "Too bad, cuz it isn't your pussy I want," he groaned as he pulled his wet dick, now fully lubricated with the juices of her arousal, out of her pussy and pushed it against the entrance to her ass. She sucked air in suddenly, making a hissing sound, preparing herself for his invasion.

  Jake pushed the thick, bulbous head of his cock into her ass slowly, moving just millimeters at a time, waiting for her ass to stretch to accommodate him. She was panting with a combination of fear, lust, and excitement. His thick cock didn't hurt, but the feeling took a little time to get used to and she was appreciative that he was going so slowly.

  Once the head had disappeared into her tight tunnel, he paused to give her more time and leaned over her to lay on her back, reaching around to fondle her tits. The fabric of her dress was stretchy enough that he could easily slide the front down, popping her tits out of the dress and into his eager hands. They were large and fit perfectly into his big hands. He cupped them and fondled them, pinching and tugging on her nipples to make her feel good and distract her as he slowly let the rest of his cock slide into her virgin ass.

  "Oh baby, it's so fucking tight," he groaned as he began to pump her ass with his cock, still fondling her tits.

  "I've never done that," she whispered, "but it feels surprisingly good."

  Jake continued to fondle her tits with his left hand while he dropped his right hand down to her sweet spot, rubbing her clit as he continued to slowly but steadily fuck her ass. He was relentless with his touch, rubbing her fast and rough as her body bucked against the car with each thrust of his cock burying itself deep inside her.

  "Oh God, I'm gonna cum!" she yelled.

  "Give it to me," he encouraged her, "I wanna hear you nice and loud.".


  "Ohhhhh oh oh oh... ohmigod ohmigod... ohhhhhhhh!" Kayla screamed as her orgasm overtook her, making her body shudder as her pussy contracted tightly with each spasm. Her spasms were so deep and strong that Jake could feel her ass tighten even more than it already was. Suddenly, his hand became soaked with a warm, wet fluid - Kayla was a squirter! Warm cum had shot onto the fender of her car and was dribbling down the inside of her thighs, pooling up on the ground beneath them. He caught some in his cupped hand and poured it onto the crack of her ass, letting it slide down to lubricate her asshole and his cock.

  "Put your hands out on the hood," he growled as an order.

  Quickly, she splayed her hands out in front of her, bare breasts rubbing against the hood as he moved his hands to the corner of the hood to grip it for support. Standing upright, Jake got a better view of the glorious site, watching his rock hard, shiny cock sink slowly into her tight ass before slowly pulling it back out. Then sliding it in until it was buried, grinding it into her a little further, and pulling back out - over and over again.

  Jake couldn't hold back any longer, all this sensation was too much to handle. Leaning over her and supporting himself on the hood, he fucked her hard and fast, thrusting his cock rapidly in and out of her hungry ass as she moaned and cried out in delight. The pressure was so tight, constricting on his shaft and sensitive head.

  "FUCK!" he cried out as he shot his first load deep into her tight ass. He grunted as he thrust himself roughly in and out several more times, each time unloading another spray of hot cum into her. With a scream, he finished off then collapsed on top of her as he caught his breath and his twitching, spent cock began to shrink back to normal size.

  Clearing his throat, he pushed up off and her and stood, pulling back to let his wilted cock slip out of her now gaping ass. "You may get up now," he said as he slid his boxers and trousers back up and straightened out his clothes.

  Kayla stood and pulled her dress back down and tucked her tits back inside, out of view. "So are we good now? I can go?"

  "Yes, we are. Have a nice day, Miss, enjoy the rest of your drive." Jake tipped his trooper's hat at her in thanks.

  "Thank you, for uhhh, letting us work something out. I really appreciate it," Kayla said shyly.

  Jake winked, then walked back to his patrol car as she hopped in her car and drove off.

  The End.

  Toy Boy Delights

  People may think that if you are disabled in a wheel chair your sex life has diminished and has passed you by.

  Not so by any means.

  It was just quite by accident when talking to a friend of a friend who's sister was disabled having lost two legs in a train smash, that I discovered her normal feelings were still as much active as ever they were - even although she was in her mid fifties.

  Her name is Patricia but I will call her Pat and She still maintained some dignity but complained that any late romance she had in incurred quickly dissolved because of her disability.

  "It wouldn't't be so bad just to have some really nice sexual stimulation, blow the emotional bit, I've had that up to here and the three guys I have had seriously, that was before this happened, all fell through with devastating results I care not to mention."

  Pat was nice and I took to her immediately, like I guess a sort of mother figure, well she was well old enough to be that.

  "What do you do?" she asked me with an abundant smile that lit up her face. But should I tell her that I was like one of the Chippendale groups but a bit more frivolous doing it for swingers parties?

  Whether or not she saw though me I don't know, it must have been the way I hesitated but she said for me to be brave and tell her, that she would not be surprised by anything at her age, that she was too old in the tooth for that!

  So I told her.

  Surprise, Surprise - she was delighted, Confessing quite frankly if only she could attend one of those swingers parties, but assuming that for one she was too old and two she was disabled.

  I felt sorry for her and I don't know what compelled me but I said to her that never the mind, she could have a party all her own.

  "You are kidding, you have no need to feel sorry for me Pete I have my dignity - although, to be candid I would dearly love that."

  "Then it shall be" I said having made up my mind to cheer this dear old woman up and giver her a bit of life, that the hell. I'd done it enough time for the young ungratified women and young mothers who's spouse's had lost interest and gone elsewhere and the like, so why not for Pat, it would do no harm at all and in fact I found myself rather fancying the idea

  "You are making me quiver, Pete you naughty boy, and an old woman like me, surely you have something much better to do than to delight me?"

  I smiled, We were alone because she had just made tea for me in her purpose built flat and now she could enjoy her purpose built toy boy to pleasure the cockles of her heart.

  I sipped up the remaining dregs in my cup, placed it on the table and started to hum a suitable number and swayed a little to see her reaction, and if favourable I would continue.

  She smiled wonderfully, put her hand to her mouth like she couldn't believe what I was doing so I carried on, ripped off my shirt and heard her yell with joy, her eyes focussed on me, watching my every move, which was a joy, to think I could give a woman like Pat so much pleasure.

  "I may not be able to perform the act but I can watch cant I?" She was all of a dither, I placed my hand on her brow and whispered she could do more than that if she wanted, "Let us just see how we go huh?" and she replied with an excited gasp that she was all for that.

  I went the whole hog and soon disposed of the last bit of clothing on my body, a plum red man -thong which she had delighted in touching as I swayed above her. Enticing her.

  She was well away, her eyes closed and she looked so relaxed and so thrilled. It made me feel good too and I wanted to give this dear old woman all I could just to cheer her life a little.

  After I'd disposed of my thong she was all eyes as I stood over her, parting my legs one each side of hers as she sat on her chair to give her the full benefit of my all which I swayed enough to make my tackle shake enticingly.

  She whispered could she touch and I said of course she could, to be my guest.

  I was still half mast wondering if I could make a full erection in the circumstances but when she touched me, I realised she had not lost the knack, she had after all been with three guys so would know the ropes. Her fingers quivered around the area of my balls as she cupped them sensitively in her clasped hands, gently squeezing and obviously enjoying every minute.

  "Is that aright Pete, I am so delighted you choose to delight an old woman this way, you must be an angel in disguise, least my new found Adonis. You are beautiful and look you rise for me!?"

  And I was, I had not doubts now that I wouldn't - perhaps thinking she would be happy with just a little touching and teasing without the full hard on. But a hard on I had in no uncertain terms

  Still in a sort of world of her own I felt her touch me along the blue vein of my full blown cock, uprising for her pleasure. There was something very beautiful; about seeing this dear old lady touch me like that, her eyes occasionally looking up and meeting mine, I guess to establish if I was enjoying her touch as much as copiously was touching me. It was divine and wonderful and I had no qualms in pushing it out for her pleasure. It was just like it was at the swinger parties, how the girls loved that, to suck and loose themselves in erotic splendour, many asking if I could go the whole thing late on, I usually ended up fucking some but not all who asked me, I would have been no good for the next performance. But those girls certainly were well turned on and showed me just how with their riveting fucks.

  But now it was different in a way that it was just a one to one, and that made for a very pleasant change..

  It wasn't long before she was really taking the bull by the horns and the way she massaged my cock and balls simultaneously with each hand was
really nice.

  She gently wanked me for a while, she was sort of exploring different ways to do it and my cock was really being spoiled, I heard her sigh when she stretched back my foreskin and sniffed me.

  "It has been so long Pete, may I?"

  "You don't have to ask Pat. Please enjoy, I am!"

  She looked so overjoyed at that remark and then I saw and felt her mouth envelope my cock, squeeze and start to very slowly suck, then quickening as she looked like she was so hungry for it. I stood there motionless now, just leaning back, closing my eyes and enjoying the moment.

  She continued to ball and feel me underneath and around my hind, that was nice too , as she sucked cock for the next ten minutes it seemed. I said to her she should be ready for the point of no return and that if there was anything else I would be pleased to do what I could.

  She murmured so sweetly that she was so indebted to me and I had performed the miracle of restoring her femininity in a way that it didn't matter she could not perform the sexual act, because she was parallelised and that wouldn't do any good anyway, but she was just happy to have enjoyed what we'd had and that it would be a crime for me to hold back now.

  "You want me to go all the way Pat?" I affirmed. She looked up at me once more, lowered the from of her dress to reveal some still pretty firm boobs.

  I knew what she wanted.

  "But if you don't mind will you do it as my arms are worn out, poor old thing."

  I completed a wonderful and happy contented afternoon by wanking myself and spurting over her boobs, She sighed and opened her mouth with sheer amazement, saying it was such a lovely thing to do and she would cherish it forever.

  "Or until the next time?" I asked.

  Her whole face lit up again and she said next time she would bake me a cake.

  I had a feeling I would enjoy that - and the cake!

  The End.

  Cousins (And Lovers)

  I was sitting in my cousin Judy's front room drinking coffee. It was the first time in many years that we had got together, since granddad's funeral in fact. As we talked, reminiscing, it was as if nothing had changed in the intervening years except for the inevitable march of time. The spark of familiarity was still there between us. Not that surprising considering we had grown up together; only a few months separated our births. We had lived quite close to one another too; going to the same schools and even sometimes being in the same classes. Yes, the spark was still there except for the guilty secret in my heart.