Taboo Greatest Hits, vol 2

by Zara, Cassandra

  “Yeah... sure. Right. Michelle. I’m still Jimmy right?”

  “You’ll always be Jimmy. Tell me what you saw Jimmy?”

  “Shit. Shit. Shit.”

  I stood and stepped away from him. Grabbing a towel and leaning back against the door, closing it. This time I made sure it was locked.

  “Tell me what you saw Jimmy and maybe you can see some more. Would you like that?”

  The big tent in the front of his sweats suggested he did. He moistened his lips, still a little unsure.

  “This never happened?”

  “This never happened. Just this once. Just you and me. Just this once.”

  “I... Oh fuck Mickey... uh Michelle. That was pretty much the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I’ve never really thought of you like that, but damn that was hot.”

  I smiled. Despite how fucked up this was I felt a little proud of myself. Happy that a hot stud like Jimmy saw me like that. I chewed my lip, milking the fact that I stood naked in front of him and waited. Go on.

  “When did you grow up? And when did you get so fucking hot? Seriously? That body... I never... I just.”

  I tried hard not to giggle. The fact that he was so flustered and tongue-tied was so cute and endearing.

  “And then... Jesus. You just looked like you were so into it. I’ve never seen a woman come like that. It was just so fucking sexy. And the fact that you’re my sister just makes it more...” Now he looked at his feet, and his ears burned bright red. The fact that he was ashamed, but still so obviously turned made me feel hotter. I could feel myself becoming more aroused as he spoke. A return of the deep yearning I’d felt in the shower. The need to have something deep in my wet, willing cunt. Only this time I didn’t need to fantasize about Jimmy. He was right here.

  “You know what I was thinking about in the shower?”

  I took two steps towards him as he shook his head. I think he knew.

  “I was thinking about you Jimmy. I was thinking what it would feel like to have your nice big cock in me. I was thinking of how good that would feel.”

  “Oh God...”

  He moaned as my hand slipped into the waistband of his pants. I needed to feel it. I wanted to feel his big hard member. As I curled my fingers around his shaft his whole body trembled. He was so turned on. I knew then that he wanted my ripe young body as much as I wanted his. I smiled to myself as I sunk to my knees in front of him. There was a damp smudge, just a tiny dark spot on the gray flannel of his sweats where the tip of his cock pressed against them. Further evidence of his desire.

  I pulled them down and his cock sprung free, jutting outwards and upwards inches from my face. I was assaulted by a thick, musky, manly aroma. It surrounded me as I breathed in. Filling myself with his scent. He smelled of desire. He smelled of sex. My pulse quickened in response as if I was under the influence of some kind of drug. Maybe I was. Pheromones, hormones or whatever. My head was spinning as I leaned forward and tentatively licked the tip of his cock. He tasted like he smelled. Deep, rich, salty. I opened my mouth wide and took the head of his cock into it. He was so big, so much bigger than Todd, so much more beautiful. As I swirled my tongue around him I could hear him groan, feel his body shift as he relaxed and allowed himself to enjoy my attentions.

  “Oh fuck... yeah. Yeah, that’s good baby.”

  To hear him talk like that gave me a delicious thrill and rewarded him by taking more into my mouth. Forcing my head forward until he was filling me. I resisted the urge to gag and instead eased my head back and forth, slowly fucking him with my mouth. I’d seen videos, I knew some girls could take a huge cock down their throat, but I don’t think I could do that. Not yet anyway... not yet? Would we be doing this again? Instead I curled one hand around the base of his shaft and gently cupped his balls in the other. Holding him gently as I continued to work my head back and forth. I held my lips tight, feeling the ridge of his crown as it passed back and forth over them. Each time I took him in I welcomed him with a swirl of my tongue. Every time I could feel his cock twitch and pulse beneath my hand.

  He placed both hands on the back of my bobbing head and tried to push deeper inside me. I liked that. It was hot. Todd has been so wimpy about everything. I wanted him to be a little rougher. To use my hot little body. To fuck my mouth. I tried to relax and allow him to push deeper into me. Taking more and more of his cock with each push, fighting the urge to cough and gag. He was in a rhythm now. His hips rolling to meet my face as he forced my head back and forth. Until it was too much and I had to pull off him. Coughing and gagging and leaving a thick string of saliva between my lips and the head of his cock.

  “Shit, sorry. Too much. I’m...”

  “Shh,” I told him as I stood, “I liked it. I just need more practice.”

  I kept one hand on his cock. He was still rocking back and forth a little, his cock, slippery with my spit, sliding back and forth in my hand.

  “Will you fuck me now? I need that big cock in me? Will you fuck your little sister.”

  Instead of answering he stepped forward, pushing me against the door and lowering his head to meet mine. Kissing me hard. Kissing me the way I’d always longed to be kissed. Our lips locked, our tongues dancing over one another as we embraced. One hand went to a breast, pressing it hard against my chest. A big puffy nipple held firmly in the V between his thumb and forefinger. As we kissed he squeezed and released it and I groaned into his mouth with delirious pleasure.

  He broke from the kiss and glanced downwards in appreciation.

  “Your nipples are amazing. I’ve seen pictures, but never for real. They’re just amazing.”

  I beamed with pride. I’d always thought my big puffy nipples were kind of weird. It was nice to hear otherwise.

  He lowered his head again, this time to my breasts. Taking the entire tip of my breast into his mouth. Sucking on it as he flicked back and forth with his tongue. God that felt amazing. I was melting. The inside of my thighs felt slick and wet. Wetter than when I’d left the shower. I was just dripping down there. As if on cue his other hand reached between my legs and slid along the length of my pussy. He released my nipple from his mouth with a wet pop.

  “Damn, you’re wet.”

  I nodded as I squirmed against his hand. I raised my hips to try and nudge his fingers inside me.

  “Oh God please. Please Jimmy fuck me now. I need it. I need you in me.” I begged. I was desperate.

  He was desperate too. His cock hard and heavy, its tip slick, as it prodded against my stomach. He lifted me effortlessly. Firm hands wrapped around my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pulled me upwards until my face was level with this. Now the head of his cock nudge against the inflamed lips of my pussy.

  “I want... I want... Oh God,” I moaned as I willed him to release me. To fill me as no one had filled me before, “I... please.”

  Despite our frantic need he was gentle. I thought I wanted it rough, but I was glad he took it easy on me. As the thick head of his throbbing cock forced the entranced to my cunt wide it felt like I would be torn apart and I groaned at both the pain and pleasure. But then, as I grew accustomed to his girth the pain slowly subside and the pleasure took over. Delirious, wonderful pleasure as he lowered me slowly onto his magnificent shaft. I could feel my juices squelching as they were forced out of me to make room for him. The sensation was like nothing I had ever felt before. Like nothing I could have imagined. Even as my body struggled to accommodate him it was like he belonged there. As if being stretched and filled so completely with a big hard cock was a natural state.

  He bottomed out, my knees and thighs spread painfully wide to allow him full access. My cunt became the center of my world as I struggled to stay focused.

  “F... f... f...” I could barely speak, my tongue felt as if it were swollen in my mouth, “Fuck me. Oh God fuck me.

  Still wedged deep inside me he carried me to the counter and rested my ass on it sending a few toothbrushes and bottles fl
ying to the floor. As we moved I felt him shift inside me. His cock rubbing against places that I never knew existed. The counter was the perfect height.

  “Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck your sister. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

  I was like an animal. There was only his cock and my cunt and nothing else mattered.

  He fucked me.

  He held me by the arms as the length of his cock slid out of me. I could see his shaft glisten, my juices coating it, and then he slammed it back into me. My head went back and I screamed his name as his hips began to thrust back and forth. His cock like a piston in my cunt. His lips went to mine, swallowing my screams. This time our kiss was rougher. More animal than passion. Our tongues fought, we bit and devoured. His hand went to my nipple again. Pinching, pulling, twisting. I was helpless beneath him. Pinned by the weight of his body and impaled on his cock. I loved it.

  It was something more than pleasure. More than lust. I felt an uncontrollable primal need for release building inside me, growing with each thrust. It was all I felt, the only thing that mattered. When released came it overwhelmed. An orgasm ripped through my body as I convulsed beneath him. He didn’t stop. My head went back as each wave of ecstasy blasted through me, my cunt rippling and contracting around his wonderful cock. For a moment I felt as if I was going to lose consciousness, my world grew dim and I felt like I was drifting. Then I realized I had simply forgotten to breathe.

  He kept fucking me. He fucked me harder. His hips meeting mine with bruising force as I took greedy gasps of air between each thrust. I think I came again... or I was still coming. I couldn’t tell. It was a blur.

  And then I saw his face contort. His whole body going rigid.

  “FUCK!”

  And he pulled out of me at the last moment. Grasping his cock in his hand as he thrust against the air. His cum flying upwards in a thick hot stream that splashed across my chest and upwards against my chin. Time and time again he tensed and released, each bringing with it a fresh blast of cum. My hair. My face. My breasts. All covered in that wonderful sticky goo. Once he was spent he collapsed forward against me and we both became smeared in it. Between my legs, my cunt quivered as it oozed with thick white fluid. Not his. My own, churned thick by the wonderful fucking I had just received.

  I wrapped my arms and legs around him as I held his body. Feeling it continue as his breath came in stops and starts.

  “That... was...” He panted.

  “Yeah.”

  “That... was...”

  “Yeah it was.”

  “Damn you’re hot.”

  “I am aren’t I?” I was. I was a woman and I was hot. I loved it. I wanted more and I wanted more of him.

  “This never happened.” He reminded me.

  “This never happened. It needs to not happen again soon. It needs to not happen a lot.”

  “Yeah.”

  We held each other for a while. Breathless and sticky.

  “I need another shower.” I admitted.

  “I think I need one too.”

  We showered together. But if anyone asks, that never happened either.

  About the Author: Lucinda Lane

  I enjoy writing erotica from the point of view of women who not only enjoy sex, but like their sex rough and raw and dirty. It is in part a reaction to how my own desires have been repressed throughout my life and the fact some elements of society finds these sort of desires, dare I say it, unladylike.Many of my stories center on young protagonists discovering their sexuality in fantasies that push the bounds of what would be acceptable in reality. But isn't that part of the fun!

  There may be some wish fulfillment at play here. I mean I can't be the only one who looks back at that time in my life and wonders what it would have been like if their first time was a little more... spectacular, can I?

  I can be contacted by email at lucindalaneerotica@gmail.com. Keep up-to-date with information about new releases and special offers on my blog http://lucindalane.com or by subscribing to my mailing list: http://eepurl.com/CMonD

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  When Hazel goes snooping around Mr Wilson's house she finds more than she bargained for... a hidden stash of pornography in her neighbor's office. Curiosity gets the better of her and when she watches one of the films she's amazed to discover that the handsome older man used to be an adult movie star.

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  DON'T WASTE A DROP, DADDY by Riley Rourke

  “Oh, oh fuck, Lily, that feels so good, don’t stop, don’t stop – squeeze your daddy’s dick as hard as you can. Oh God...”

  I came to a dead stop right in the middle of the hall outside the bathroom near my parent’s bedroom. No way did I just hear that. No way did-

  The sound of a hand rubbing up and down, faster and faster, now that was unmistakable. And the only people in my house were me and my step-daddy Jake.

  “Shit, Lily, grab daddy’s balls when he slides this big cock in you. Fuck yes little girl, oh Jesus you’re so tight...so tight...” a low groan followed, and I put my back against the wall, right next to the door and crouched down.

  The grunting continued for a second. I heard a hissing noise, like air getting sucked between teeth. “Don’t stop, no don’t stop, just like that, just...oh fuck little girl, daddy’s gonna come, daddy’s gonna come in your tight little pussy, okay? Can daddy do that?”

  My fingers felt good pressed against the growing wet spot on the shorts I was wearing. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but Jesus Christ did it have me turned on. The only thing I could imagine was that when I’d come in just a few minutes ago, Jake hadn’t heard. I should have been mortified. I should have just kept going, you know? Just left and pretended I didn’t hear anything. But there I was, listening to my daddy grunt out an orgasm and imagining – no, wishing – that he was actually emptying his balls inside me.

  I pushed my palm hard against my little button and cupped myself with my hand, massaging my slit with the length of my fingers.

  “Daddy’s gonna come, daddy’s gonna...unnn...sweetie, this feels so good. Your little cunt,” he was whispering then, “fluttering around me. Milking this big, heavy cock. Not much longer, yeah, squeeze those legs together...mmm...make that cunt even tighter, you dirty little whore. What kind of girl seduces her daddy? What kind of girl makes her daddy fight to keep from getting hard every time she’s around? Yeah, just like that...”

  He let out another long, whispered hiss, and I imagined my step-dad Jake, who until eighteen seconds ago, I thought was the most saintly, patient and pure man on the face of the planet, who would be so embarrassed he’d probably hide in his garage for a year if he knew I heard him. I imagined him bending me over in the bathroom, my hands on the sides of the tub as he fucked my pussy so deep and hard that it hurt before he even finished.

  I couldn’t help it. Knowing we were the only two in the house – my mom and little brother were gone for the night to my grandmother’s house two towns over – I slid my hand under the waistband of my soccer shorts.

  “God...damn...oh Jesus, Lily, keep those little girl thighs squeezed together, just like that. Daddy’s got such a big load to pump inside you, baby, is that what you want? Yeah?”

  Closing my eyes tight, squeezing them together, I grinded my palm as hard as I could on my clit, and gripped my legs tight around my hand. I was so wet that two fingers slipped right inside me, and when I dragged them along my most sensitive spot, just a little past my entrance, I started breathing hard and quick.

  “You like the way I’m squeezing your tits? You like how I pinch those hard nipples? Huh? I bet no college boy ever fucked you like this, did they? I bet none of your boyfriend’s dicks were anywhere near this big, were they? That’s it, squeeze daddy’s balls.
..”

  In short, hard bursts, I rammed my fingers deep, tightened my wrist and rubbed my palm against my sex. So good. It felt so good and so wrong but mostly good, just to sit there with my knees up and listen to my daddy – to the man I’d been teasing for half my life – cranking his hand up and down his cock and pretending to fuck me.

  I let out a little gasp as my pussy gripped my fingers and the muscles in my belly and between my legs tightened. I was so close – how had I got so close already? It always took way longer for me to do this on my own. Hell, it took longer even when I had some clumsy boy doing it for me. I didn’t even know how good it felt to be stretched around a big, warm cock though, because I’d always been too scared to try. But right then, in the shameful, filthy pleasure of the moment, that I’d wanted for years, I thought that I could feel his hips crashing against my ass, his balls slapping against my belly as he drove himself deeper and deeper, as he grabbed my hips and bucked against my aching pussy, and then...

  “Oh! Oh fuck! Daddy’s coming baby girl, oh let that pussy come too, come all over daddy’s cock.” He let out a long, loud, low groan.

  I grinded on my clit harder than I ever had before and drove my fingers as far in as they’d go. Another whimper escaped my lips, that I feared he heard – maybe I should say hoped he heard – and as he groaned again, no doubt pumping that huge load out of his twitching cock, I imagined doing just what he said.

  Coming. Oh God I was coming. A stream of juice soaked my palm and then my shorts. A little dripped down on the carpet, but I just kept going. The fingers churning in my cunt already hurt, but I wasn’t stopping. All those muscles that had tensed up released at once. I squeezed my eyes for just a second’s more of my fantasy before I had to escape to make sure we could look each other in the face for the rest of our lives.

  “Coming...oh yes,” I whispered as my virgin sex grabbed my fingers hard and pulsed around them in long, slow waves of climax.