Taboo Greatest Hits, vol 2

by Zara, Cassandra

  He was waiting for me. And without thinking, my hips didn't keep him for long.

  I bucked upward, impaling myself on his erection, before dropping down again. Friction plucked my nerves like musical strings, sending their rhythm deep into my blood.

  Slowly, Daddy smiled. “That's it, little girl. Fuck me back. I want you to set the pace since it's your first time.”

  I moaned. He held himself deep inside me, a fleshy spike throbbing with heat. I rode him a little harder, a little faster, every time my hips swashed up to meet him.

  The pain dissipated remarkably fast.

  Swirl by swirl, the pleasure devoured me – but it was nothing compared to what hit when Daddy resumed his mighty thrusts.

  He moved his hips like a corkscrew hammer, swiveling slightly as he plowed into my depths, making me feel every bit of him. Whenever I rose to meet him, he pushed back more aggressively, literally screwing me to the mattress.

  I wrapped my legs around his backside. My ankles pivoted against his strong ass, hooking right below it and digging in.

  I spurred him on. I had to. I needed this beast to fuck me without remorse, quick and brutal like lightning, until he poured himself into my fertile soil.

  This is it, Abby, a voice inside me said. All your customs, your clothing, your interests, your faith – it all dissolves in this maelstrom of fire.

  It's all been nothing but a thin mask for this drunken pleasure, this all consuming urge to bury a man's seed into your womb. You were destined to do this, and no one escapes fate.

  A huge belly flashed in my mind. Not just any belly, but mine, full and rising to perfection with Daddy's maturing seed, my breasts hanging above it like ripe pendulums.

  I came, searing that vision into my head, nearly crying. I wanted him to come inside me again and again – anything it took to make me pregnant!

  Daddy held me down, grunting as he continued to thrust through my spasming velvet.

  My hot cries fed his fire. He stormed into me faster, ramming his hips through my tight clenched legs with all his might, his frantic tempo rising.

  I saw soft, white stars. Everything around us seemed to glow in a halo, a radioactive luminescence wavering off the ball of fire exploding inside me.

  I came and came and came on his cock. And just when I thought it was over, my deepest muscles seized, and I came some more.

  I'd almost crossed the inferno, my raging muscles settling, when Daddy's gasp stretched into a guttural cry.

  My feet dug into him, but suddenly they were forced out from the little impressions I'd made in his flesh. Daddy's whole body rippled, turning to stone before my eyes.

  He jerked once, forced himself deep, and went nova. I didn't realize what was happening until I felt the molten river flooding my insides.

  His seed! Daddy's baby making essence...

  It spilled out in a furious tsunami, firing straight into the darkness, spattering my soft, slick walls, settling in my fertile crevices.

  I screamed. My lungs pumped like I was drowning.

  In fact, I was, being smothered from the inside out by the potent lava he pumped into me. Jet after jet raked me deep, and my muscles went into instant shock.

  I came again, this time harder, thrashing against him as he pinning me by the wrists.

  I took him so deep that my clit wedged in his neat trimmed pubic hair, grinding viciously. The extra friction sent me higher, straight toward the light of ecstasy overhead that somehow replaced the ceiling, a place so intense it almost caused me to blackout.

  My sex kept sucking at his sputtering erection, drawing the seed deeper. My muscles ached beneath the pleasure, way too overworked to keep going, but too devoted to his gift not to.

  My body, my mind, every part of me wanted his essence to spit as deep as it could.

  At last, my vision came back, and I could stare at him again without being blinded. His head was arched backward and his eyes were closed, his lips parted in a rictus of pleasure.

  It's like he's praying, I thought. Maybe Daddy wants me to get pregnant even worse than I do. God, he's been denied so long since Mom passed.

  I didn't think I could love him more. But in that moment, as he slowly softened inside me, my heart swelled a little more, warm and absolutely loving.

  For too many years, I'd been his helpless daughter. Now, I'd finally given him something wonderful, the ultimate token of human love.

  This seed has to take. I don't care if I need to milk him dry or hump myself raw.

  I'm going to have your baby, Daddy. No ifs, ands, or buts.

  He inhaled deeply before rolling off me. A thick trickle like fire rolled out my slit when he pulled away.

  I reached down, feeling the milky offering in my fingers. I raised my sticky fingers and stared, marveling at how something so soft and unassuming could make me have a baby.

  “Hold your legs together, Abby,” he said.

  I flushed, my embarrassment adding to the redness on my face. I obeyed his command, shifting my thighs to hold in his seed.

  Daddy held out his hand and grasped mine. We lay together, staring blankly up at the ceiling, processing the miracle that had happened in our own ways.

  Finally, after what seemed like a whole hour, Daddy rolled and kissed my shoulder. I slid my fingers along his side, feeling new lust as I touched his rigid muscles.

  “Again, Daddy?” I asked, smiling.

  “You know it, little girl. But not here.” He crouched on the bed and scooped me up in his hands. “There are better places than this to make love.”

  We left the guest room naked. I beamed as he carried me upstairs, to his bed, the mystic place where no woman had laid with him since Mom.

  You've done it, Abby. You've become more than just his clueless little daughter. And now, it's time to fulfill your new duties until he's spent and satisfied.

  III: Faith in the Flesh

  Daddy and I watched the natives form a circle. His big hand was clasped tight around my waist. I smiled, wondering if we'd both be able to feel the baby bump soon.

  The five women in the circle peeled off their plain cotton dresses and laid them on the floor. They were naked, young, and just as scared and excited as I was my first time.

  Our trip to Brazil had come to this, everything I'd secretly hoped to observe in the flesh since we first arrived. We were deep in the Amazon, helping the Savash install a new plumbing system during the day.

  At night, we ministered to them, reading the Bible and talking about scripture. Pastor Grantham had always given generous allowances for incorporating their own beliefs.

  Daddy was even more generous than the good Pastor – especially when it came to Christianizing their fertility rites.

  The Pastor originally wanted to stop things like the beautiful ritual unfolding before us. But Daddy encouraged it, as long as it had the right symbols attached to it.

  He told them there was no higher calling than doing God's work with their bodies, working like alchemists to mix genes and produce new permutations of beauty for the Lord in their children.

  Thankfully, we'd arrived shortly before the wedding season. Daddy worked with the local elders to give it a purer touch.

  Now, in the same hut where Savash men and women had married and surrendered their virginity for a century, a large wooden cross hung above us all.

  Daddy's arm tightened on me as the women lay on the ground, their legs wide, the dark wet openings at their centers glistening. The lean men got on their knees and bent the way lust commanded, ready to pierce delectable female flesh for the first time.

  Some of them toyed with their breasts before entering, but others penetrated right away, diving deep and groaning. Most were virgins, just beginning their life long addiction to carnal pleasure.

  I smiled, knowing how good it felt to be filled for the first time. And the men, they gasped and swore in their strange language, feeling the slippery energy engulfing their cocks for the first time.

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bsp; It was just Daddy and I with a few other people as we watched them mate. Another couple from Germany stood next to us, eying the scene.

  They tried to wear a disapproving look, but I saw the unmistakable excitement in their eyes. In the corner, the leading elder watched, a swarthy and wrinkled man with mystic pinpricks for eyes.

  Once, Daddy caught his gaze. Both men nodded gently to each other. They exchanged a secretive knowledge that transcended all religions, the primal wonder of creation inscribed in every able, healthy body.

  I reached for Daddy's hand as a tall Savash man grunted. He bellowed loudly, burying himself in his moaning nymph. His young balls twitched as they started to empty, hurling their contents straight into her waiting, pulsing womb.

  Another woman started to come straight across from the first couple. Her man wasn't far behind, grinding his teeth in rapture as his muscles writhed, heaving his seed, his fire, his beauty into her.

  “Isn't it beautiful, Abby?” Daddy whispered into my ear, lowering his face to my low cut blouse and kissing my neck.

  The German couple next to us looked over. They exchanged a few words – no doubt trying to resist the same uncanny urge possessing everyone in the room.

  “Yes, Daddy. It's just like in the magazine...”

  “No, it's better than that,” he insisted, lowering his face to bite my earlobe. “Let this be a holy reminder for the rest of your life. Breeding is all – inseparable from love. What do you suppose happens after the ceremony?”

  I stopped, transfixed on another man turning to steel. He cried out, face contorted.

  His new wife's hips thrashed, massaging his overloaded cock again and again, working his seed deeper.

  “They keep fucking,” I whispered. Heat beat against my cheeks.

  Saying the filthy word still embarrassed me, even though Daddy told me I was a real woman now, and I should feel free to talk like one.

  “More than that. They keep fucking, alright, all the way through pregnancy and delivery, until their women have given them the biggest families they can feed. Why should it be any different for you and I?”

  There, right in the open, his hand wandered beneath my short dress, sliding up my bare thigh. My knees weakened and a low moan escaped my throat.

  “I'm twice your age, Abby. I've waited my whole life to start a family. Together, we're going to make up for lost time. This is just baby number one.”

  His fingers flexed on my abdomen. I trembled, awed by the fuming lust spiking through me.

  The German couple watched us, their whispers rising. Finally, they slipped out the grassy door, retreating into the warm night.

  The last two couples only held out for a few minutes longer. They came at the same time, four Savash people twitching and burning at once, filling the hut with their avaricious cries.

  The others were propped up naked on the floor, watching and waiting until their erections returned.

  Daddy leaned in behind me. I felt his familiar ridge poking my ass cheeks.

  I sucked in a sharp breath and held it. Mischievously, I rubbed into him, hoping it would speed along our exit now that the best part was over.

  After a few more seconds, Daddy reached for my hand and pulled, turning me to follow his footsteps.

  Lucky night. Lucky me!

  We made our way along the narrow dirt path leading to our tent. The jungle was alive as usual with huge leaves crowding the darkness, and an endless buzzing that ebbed and flowed like ocean waves.

  He grabbed me tight the instant our door clicked shut. Daddy rolled with me onto our padded sleeping bag, one hand working angrily at my dress, while the other zipped up my thighs and toyed with my aching sex.

  “God, you're wet as fucking rain tonight. And just as tight as the day I took your virginity. Come on, Abby, open your legs for Daddy.”

  I hissed, happy as his thumb found my clit. He worked it deep, moving in brisk circles, pummeling me into a fiery submission as hot as the humid air around us.

  “Careful! Dresses aren't so easy to replace out here,” I whispered, feeling the fabric almost ripping in his hands.

  Somehow, I got away without him shredding it to tatters. Daddy didn't stop there.

  He took his hands off me to strip away my bra and panties.

  He drew away his own shirt and then covered me, kissing me deep before his mouth leaped along my neck.

  He sailed lower, kissing and tonguing my cleavage. I moaned, lifting my hips upward.

  I want you inside me, Daddy. Right fucking now.

  Oh, Lord, how can a woman want it even worse after getting pregnant? It isn't fair.

  But the fire roaring through me disagreed. I tried to kiss his broad chest, failing every time.

  Daddy's hands and mouth were too much, and they froze me into the hottest ice in the world. Beneath him, I was buried and immobile.

  I flailed back into the padding below us, desperate for his chest. As always, he was in control, pressing me harder to the ground as his lips encircled my nipples.

  Every kiss, lick, and stroke cut into me. My pregnant womb shifted, readying itself for his inevitable entry, throbbing painfully for the thick bulge rising amid his legs.

  Daddy kissed me lower yet, trailing along my stomach. He followed an invisible trail, straight down my thigh, beginning his ascent when he reached my knee.

  Oh, God! He's going to do this again...

  I knew what was coming, but it didn't stop me from seizing up. Delicious shock blasted through me like dynamite as soon as he buried his face between my legs.

  We'd been together dozens, if not hundreds of times, even after I fell pregnant in my first month after shedding my virginity. Still, I was technically in training, and Daddy's experienced lips motivated me.

  His powerful tongue twirled up my sensitive lips, stopping to lick playfully at the softness beyond my labia. He tasted me, careful but eager, testing the part he'd soon occupy for tender sweetness.

  His hands landed on my breasts, plumping them as he licked and sucked.

  Our tent's walls weren't very thick. It was a strange challenge holding in my pleasure as long as I could. And that night, like all the others since we arrived, I failed miserably.

  As soon as his tongue flicked against my clit, I lost it. I screamed into the night, my pitch growing louder and shriller as his tongue swept against me. Daddy closed in, gently hugging my swollen bead with his teeth, holding it prisoner.

  His tongue crashed over it relentlessly. My hips wagged, thighs closing over his head.

  Undaunted, he kept going, pulling my nipples hard between his pinched fingers as he sucked. His broad tongue lashed like a huge carpet, wild in its smooth friction.

  I saw fire. A gentle breeze rustled the side of the tent, as though the outside world mirrored the upset in my body.

  I came, rolling my body toward him, humping his mouth the entire time.

  Every orgasm he gave me was nothing short of amazing. But this, I knew, was really good.

  It had given me another miniature blackout. When I came too, time had slipped by, and Daddy waited patiently between my legs, now fully naked.

  “I need you inside me,” I growled.

  “That's good,” he said, lumbering forward. “Because I've been holding this in all night. I'm going to fuck you raw, little girl, imagining the way my seed's feeding your addiction.”

  He sank inside me with a quick thrust. I whimpered.

  Daddy was right once again. No surprise. He always knew what was best, what I hungered for, and how best to satisfy me until I couldn't stand another bite.

  He plowed into me, fast and thunderous, stretching my walls to conform to his length. I moaned, rising with him on a fiery wave.

  Just as I was beginning to feel the final tickle leading to orgasm, he stopped. Daddy pulled out of me and gripped my thighs.

  “Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered. “I want to rail you deeper tonight, deep as this greedy cock can go.”


  Nervously, I shifted. We were often too deep in our feverish lust to break from the usual position, but when we did – holy hell!

  I rolled over, planting myself on all fours and wiggling my ass up to him. He mounted me from behind with a sharp gasp. My wet warmth clenched around him, loving the way he felt from this angle.

  Daddy grabbed my shoulders, giving himself the leverage he needed to go deep. This was no longer regular love making, but absolute power fucking.

  My whole body shook as he thudded into me. My wobbling breasts must have drawn his needy eyes.

  Just as he picked up pace, he lowered his hands, cupping my swaying breasts in his tight grip. He held onto them and went faster, hammering me to the floor, not missing a beat as he followed me downward.

  Every muscle I had tensed, alive and mad with his brute energy. I collapsed into a new orgasm.

  Somewhere in the blinding hot depths, Daddy came too. He crushed me beneath his weight, grunting into my ear, savagely emptying himself into me.

  Prickles needled at me all over. His stubble raked my neck, his breath tickled my ear, and his fingers clawed at my nipples, all in one stroke.

  Inside, his heat rushed to my deepest places, super-charging my orgasm to new heights. We flew together, spread out and drunk on our desire, with love's hot wind at our backs.

  Rocking together, we forced our bodies to keep up with our pulsing brains. Our heartbeats trembled as one.

  With one last shudder, he pulled away, his big muscles shaking alongside his breath. Daddy was totally spent, and the thought made me happy.

  “That was amazing, Daddy,” I whispered.

  “Not really.” He rolled, pulling me onto his chest. I eyed him cautiously, confused at what he meant.

  “It's amazing to me how you move that sweet little body. But what's really incredible, truly miraculous, is right here.”

  His dominant hand slid along my curves, stopping at my lower belly. He spread his fingers, as if feeling for our child, searching for physical proof it existed.

  “You'll feel it soon, Daddy,” I said.

  He leaned over and kissed me. Slowly, we drifted toward sleep, awash in the jungle heat.