Family Forbidden Taboo Erotica for Women Box Set

by Patricia Parks

  "You'd better get to work" she teased as she leaned back.

  I hesitated. Spent from my intense orgasm, I was not so thrilled with our agreement to lick my cum off of her sexy body.

  "I don't know if I can do it" I confessed.

  "I'll help" I heard her say as I watched her scoop a dollop of my creamy load onto her index finger.

  "Open up" she demanded, sitting up and rubbing her cum coated finger on my lips.

  Licking my lips, I found that the taste was not that unpleasant. A bit different from the taste of my precum. I found that it was not as sweet and had a different texture about it.

  "I think you liked that" her breasts shaking to and fro as she giggled. "Now get busy and clean up the rest of that mess you made."

  As she reclined back on her elbows I leaned in and took another taste of my semen. As when I had licked it off of my lips, I found that the taste was not that bad.

  "Oooh, that's hot" I heard my wife moan. "You've got me so turned on I've got to touch myself."

  I watched as she reached down and began fingering her sopping pussy. I enjoyed the show as I licked up the drops of my cum that had dropped from her heaving tits onto her belly.

  I could hear the squishing sounds of her arousal as my wife rubbed her erect clit with her left hand and plunged the fingers of her right hand into her steaming pussy. Moaning, she was really getting into playing with herself. Again, I could smell her arousal as she spread her legs wide.

  "Squeeze my tits hard when you lick your cum off of them" my wife demanded, continuing her lewd display of masturbation. I watched as she pulled her right hand from her pussy, placed her fingers in her mouth and began licking them clean. My wife returned her hand to her dripping love box and once again plunged her fingers deeply inside. Her eyes were closed and her head lolled from side to side as she started getting lost in the act of pleasuring herself.

  Moving upwards to her heaving mounds, I grasped them in my hands, roughly squeezing her tits before licking my salty treat from them. Her nipples were painfully erect as I lavished them with my tongue a gently used my teeth to stimulate them further.

  "Omigod! That's such a turn on. Watching you lick up your own cum" she breathed, watching me as she furiously worked her pussy.

  I could hear the squishing sounds my wife's fingers were making as she rapidly pounded them in and out of her hungry cunt.

  I bent down once again to continue licking my creamy load from her sexy body.

  "I'm going to cum!" she cried.

  I felt her convulse as a massive orgasm ripped through her body. I could see her belly heave and her thighs tense as she shuddered through her release. "Uuuunnnggggghhhh!" she cried. My wife's ass lifted off the floor and her legs opened and closed as she climaxed. I watched as several smaller orgasms coursed through her body before she was finished working her sodden snatch.

  As she recovered, she asked how I had enjoyed our little session.

  "Did you like the taste of your own cum?" she hoarsely whispered.

  "It wasn't bad." was my honest reply. "I think I could get used to it."

  "It was a huge turn on for me. Did it turn you on too?" she continued to question.

  "Yes, it was a turn on for me." I whispered back.

  Her right hand reached out and began teasing my cock. "Would you do it again if I asked you to?" she eagerly inquired.

  "You know I'd do anything for you." I groaned, feeling my cock beginning to stiffen.

  I swallowed hard and felt my cock lurch when I heard what she said next.

  "Good. Maybe next time, you can clean it out of my pussy..."

  The End.

  Shattered

  It had been a long day at work and I sighed as I turned the key in my front door, happy to be home and done for the weekend. Flipping on the light next to the door, I locked it behind me and tossed my keys on the side table. Setting down my bags, I slipped my heels off and padded barefoot towards the kitchen. Grabbing a wine glass I set it on the counter before grabbing the chilled wine from the fridge. Pouring a generous amount, I moaned out loud as the cool liquid finally hit my lips. This long week at work over, I could now relax. Replacing the wine bottle in the fridge, I turned off the light and headed down the hallway towards my bedroom.

  As I passed the guest bedroom and bathroom doors, I was about to turn into my bedroom as a strong hand came around my neck and clamped against my mouth. My wine glass dropped from my hand, shattering against the tile. Trying to scream, I fought against the unknown body behind me, one arm tightening around my waist as the hand covering my mouth held me speechless.

  "Quiet. Now." The low, grating voice was close to my ear. My heart was racing, my mind reeling with fear, thinking about how to get out of this vise-like embrace.

  Pushing me forward into my bedroom, my legs shaking with the effort, I started thinking about how I was possibly going to get out of this. I turned and twisted against his body, assuming these muscular arms were male, attempting to get free.

  "Stop wiggling. I can, and will, hurt you."

  I gasped against his hand, a single tear rolling down my cheek.

  "I am going to take my hand away from your mouth. Do not scream or I will give you something to scream about, got it?" I nodded slightly, shaking. He moved his hand and I drew in a shaky breath, attempting to turn around to see this man. His hands came up and a dark scarf was placed over my eyes, blinding me even further in the darkness.

  "What do you want? I.....I have money......What do you want?" I stammered, as he pushed me forward, my knees hitting against my bed before I fell forward onto it.

  "I said quiet." He grumbled. I could hear rustling behind me. Tears were now flowing freely, as it began to sink in that I was trapped here, in my own home, with a man who has yet to tell me what he wants from me. I felt large hands slide up my bare legs, pausing at the edge of my skirt.

  "Nooooo......oh God please No...." I cried, fully understanding now that his plans were not to rob me. A million thoughts pulsed through my brain. Would he rape me? Would he hurt me? Would he kill me?

  "This will go a lot smoother if you behave." I didn't recognize his voice. His hands grabbed my skirt and with a hard yank, pulled it down my legs and off. Lying there, now clad only in a lacy red thong from the waist down, I feared for my life.

  "Oh, very nice." His hand trailed up my leg and slid across my naked ass. With a resounding slap he smacked my cheeks, hard, causing me to tear up again and gasp in pain.

  It was a wake-up call. My mind reeling, I started to move, quickly, spinning onto my back and kicking my legs up at my would-be attacker. I felt my foot connect with something soft and tried to push myself up on the bed to run out of the room. A large hand grabbed my foot and flung me back onto the bed.

  "Bitch." He growled, his body leaning down to cover mine. "You are going to regret that."

  His hands came to my blouse, and pulling suddenly, he yanked it apart, scattering buttons and ripping it from my body. I could feel his breath on my neck as his teeth sunk into the side of my throat, biting hard then releasing to move down further and biting again.

  Each flinch of pain caused me to gasp, my body trembling with fear. I cursed myself as these little bites sent bolts of tingling feelings to the pit of my stomach and my pussy started to ache. There is no way I could possibly be enjoying this. My body was betraying me on every level.

  My attacker was now straddling my hips, his hands sliding down my shoulders, and I felt a cold, metallic sharpness against my skin.

  "Oh fuck, please, please don't hurt me!" I cried out, fearful that it was a knife against my skin.

  "Listen slut, I'm not going to hurt you unless you try that escaping bullshit again. So behave and everything will be just fine." I could feel the knife slip between my breasts and with a sudden tearing sound, my bra was gone.

  His large hands mauled my tits, pinching my nipples painfully as I cried out. He alternated slapping my tits and tugging the nipples ha
rd. I could feel his erection through his jeans, large and throbbing, against my belly. My body was stiffening and I could feel my pussy dripping. I started to get angry. Angry at myself, for letting this get to me in any sort of arousing manner, and angrier at him for being here, forcing me in this way.

  "It's time for you to suck, bitch." I could hear his zipper going down, his legs inching up my chest until he was straddling my tits. Grabbing my hair roughly, he pulled my head towards my chest and I felt the head of a cock coming between my lips. "No biting. You will pay. Suck. And suck hard." He thrust forward and his cock was forced along my tongue and into my throat.

  It's too big, was my first thought, this thick cock pushing harder and harder against my lips, being forced further down my throat. I tried to relax so that I did not gag on it, but he kept pushing, his hands tangled in my hair as he fucked my face. Spit dribbling out of the corner of my mouth, I tried to suck this cock, but he was beyond caring. Harder and harder he forced it down my throat. I tried to draw in quick breaths through my nose as he pounded my face.

  "Fuck yes!" He cried as I felt his cock stiffen and hot cum shoot down my throat. Reflexively I swallowed, not wanting to choke. He pumped in and out of my lips a few more times before releasing my head and allowing it to fall back onto the bed.

  I took a few long, deep breaths, trying to will my heart to slow down. He got up off the bed and I popped up, hoping we were done. "Lay down. Now." His hard voice offered my no options.

  I felt his hard hands come up my legs again, yanking my thong down my legs. Grabbing my legs, he spread them wide and I could feel him standing between them.

  "Oh. Nice bare pussy slut. You are quite the little whore aren't you? I can see your pussy dripping. Enjoying this slut?" His hands on my thighs he pushed my legs even further apart. With a force he didn't need to exert, he suddenly thrust two fingers deep in my tight pussy.

  "FUCK!" I screamed, shocked at the invasion and pain. He sawed his fingers in and out of my dripping pussy, his other hand coming up to press against my mound, his thumb finding my peaked clit. Flicking his thumb against it hard, thrusting his fingers in deeper, I was unprepared when he pulled them out and unceremoniously thrust them deep into my virgin ass. I could feel his erection, stiff and hot, against my thighs. His assault on my ass continued, his fingers painfully stretching my tiny hole as his thumb ground painfully against my clit.

  His hands left me suddenly. I relaxed on the bed for a second, grateful the assault on my aching pussy and ass was over. Without notice, his cock, thick and long, thrust deep inside me, his hands grabbing my hips to hold me immobile. Arching my back, I cried out. The pain was unreal, his cock stretching me and hitting deep inside me. Without pause, he pounded against me, his cock plunging deeper and deeper inside me. His hands traveled up my body and twisted my nipples hard, causing me to gasp. My breath was unsteady, coming out in panting whimpers, as he possessed me.

  His cock punished me. His hands came down and pressed on the insides of my thighs, forcing my legs apart, allowing more room for him to pound his cock inside me. I lost count of his thrusts, over and over, he impaled me with his cock. My body shook with his abuse, and when he finally groaned and pulsed inside me, I couldn't help but be happy it was over. He pulled his cock out of my pussy, throbbing in pain and I could hear him pull on his jeans and zip them up.

  "See? You behaved and you didn't get hurt. I'm leaving. You tell anyone about this and I WILL find you. Understand?" His words emphasized by the feel of a cold steel blade against my face. Almost imperceptibly I nodded.

  I could hear his steps as he left the room and continued down the hallway. Waiting to breathe freely, I heard my door being unlocked and then shut loudly. I ripped the blindfold off my eyes and looked around in fear. Grabbing the blanket off my bed, I wrapped it around my ravaged body and ran to my door to lock it securely again.

  Collapsing against the door, I slumped back on my heels and let the tears flow. Shaken and afraid, I didn't know what to do. My body ached, my nipples red and painful, my pussy and ass broken and sore. When I heard footsteps, I screamed out, before looking up and seeing you.

  "Baby......" Your voice washed over me like a calming, reassuring sigh. I jumped up and ran into your arms, wanting to feel safe. Then something in my brain finally clicked and I pushed away from you. You were here. In my house. Did you know? Did you see? My thoughts whirled inside my head.

  You had a sly smile on your face.

  "Don't be mad. You always said it was a fantasy of yours. And trust me, baby, it was HOT." You said sheepishly, looking into my eyes.

  I stared at you in disbelief. You had set this all up. You had watched as some stranger raped me. We had talked about our fantasies before, but I never believed that this would ever come to fruition.

  Stepping back into your arms, I laid my head against your chest as you held me close.

  "You, Sir, are an asshole."

  The End.

  A Starry Night

  Night falls. A cool breeze ripples through my hair; it tumbles down my exposed back, brushing against my bound wrists. I don't know how long you will be, or what you will do with me when you arrive. Waiting is exquisite torture.

  The blindfold slips; I contemplate my surroundings. The air is heavy with the scent of musk, overripe fruit, hazy promise. You left me here on a balmy summer's evening; now the moon casts eerie light onto the shimmering lake, the endless carpet of the night.

  Footsteps approach. I know they are yours because they are imprinted onto my mind. I lift my chin and lower my eyes, as you instructed. The black dress clings sensuously to my curves, leaving my breasts exposed. My feet are bare. I feel your cool breath on mine; you speak, words which are strangely reassuring. I've missed you.

  "Look at me."

  I turn to you. How can a face so familiar still have the same hold over me, the same bewitching quality, as when I first dared to look into those dark eyes? You kiss me roughly, grasping my hair, taking my lower lip roughly between your teeth and biting down as your hand finds my breasts and begins to squeeze the pliant flesh, cupping them and sharply twisting the nipples between your fingers. I feel violated. The rush is incredible.

  "You're mine now."

  I moan involuntarily, writhing against the ropes as the wetness in my panties spreads. You laugh and slap my ass.

  "Such a dirty little slut, aren't you?" you say softly, mockingly.

  "Yes," I whisper.

  "Yes, what?"

  "I am a dirty little slut," I stammer, blushing. The rush I get from saying those words out loud is incredible. You contemplate my pleading eyes, those desperate, tearful eyes...it is disturbingly hot. I can see it in your own eyes, dark and dilated and glittering with desire. You are my predator as you pin me against the tree, intoxicated by the hunt.

  "Yes you are, darling. You're a very bad girl. And bad girls need to be punished."

  I know what to do. Trembling, I arrange myself across your body, painfully aware of my own nakedness. You caress my ass with one hand, tracing it leisurely, squeezing it...and I feel sudden sharp pain as you bring the hand down on one cheek. I cry out in surprise; you force my mouth closed.

  "I want you to count each one, understand?"

  I breathe in sharply as the next blow lands.

  "One..."

  And again, harder this time.

  "Two!"

  A deep growl escapes your throat as you strike again, sending an indescribable shock of pain and pleasure through my body. It is strangely enjoyable, but that doesn't stop me writhing and moaning.

  "Three...Oh..."

  You laugh coldly. Again...

  "Four!"

  I lie trembling as you stroke my sore ass, running your hands down my leg. I daren't breathe. It's just a waiting game now. Your fingers entwine themselves in my hair, pulling gently at the tangles.

  "It's nearly over now."

  You deliver the final blow...at this point I lose control of everything. ?"FIV
E! OWWW!" I scream, writhing hopelessly under your touch.

  "Good girl," you purr, kissing down my back. A finger is slid into my soaking cunt...and withdrawn.

  "Oh, dear. We appear to have made a little mess, slut." You pull me up to face you; I drop my eyes, humiliated.

  "Eyes," you command firmly. I reluctantly return my gaze to yours. Your hand moves slowly down my face, tracing the nose, the cheekbones, to caress my throat. This has gone beyond exposure and vulnerability. I am yours, in every sense.

  "Good girl," you murmur again, and I feel the usual frisson of pleasure at having satisfied you. You force my fingertips, glistening with my juices, into my mouth. I clean them obediently, intimately.

  "Mm, slut," you growl. "Do you know what I do with dirty little girls like you?" I gaze up at you, wide-eyed, biting my lip.

  "Don't look so innocent. I know what you want. You want to be treated like the fuck-toy that you are."

  You grab my hair and force me to my knees, positioning my thighs apart so that my pussy is exposed. Your gaze is wild, primitive...I struggle instinctively but I am helpless, and we both know it. You throw your clothes aside, exposing your muscular body, dewy with perspiration. Your throbbing cock is forced deep into my throat, just the way you like it. I choke on it, struggling to take it, my eyes moist with tears. I am desperate to feel your hot cum in my mouth, desperate to swallow it. But you have other ideas.

  "Lie down," you order suddenly, pushing me away. My heart is beating faster as I assume the position, back arched, the wetness spreading in my thin lace panties. I let out an involuntary moan as you slide two fingers into my pussy, caressing the labia, pressing on my G spot with your thumb. It is enough to make me squirm violently under your touch; the starry sky blurs and the grass beneath me, peppered with buttercups, fades until I feel like I am floating. You kiss me, passionately this time, running your hands along the contours of my naked skin. Dare I say the words that have been on the tip of my tongue for so long?

  "I love you," I whisper breathlessly.