Ramona Scarlett’s Giant TOO TABOO Mega Bundle (Twenty Story Step Taboo Household Erotica Box Set)

by Ramona Scarlett

  Oh, god, of course they were. I could just tell they were. I could tell they were hungry to see my flesh defiled, to see my virginity shattered and my girlhood ripped from my pink parts like wheat being harvested in the fall.

  Suddenly, I felt hands on my body. I turned around to see my daddy smiling, handsome and manly in the moonlight, his strong hands pulling my shirt over my head.

  “It’s time, baby girl,” he repeated as she stripped off the flannel night shirt I usually wore to bed. His eyes seemed to widen in delight as my young tits, clad in my lacy lavender bra, came into view.

  “I dressed up for you, daddy,” I whispered. Without his help, I slid down my flannel pants, revealing my lacy, butt-hugging thong. Suddenly, I was incredibly self-conscious. I covered my chest with my arms, blushing hard and squeezing my legs shut. I looked up at him demurely, a light red blush expanding over my face.

  All around us, the crowd came closer and closer. Their lust was all but palpable. I could just about feel the throbbing cocks in the pants of the men, the girls growing wet at the thought of my father’s hard cock. As I mentioned before, they all wore masks. This was a part of the tradition. In the old days, the masks had been made of wood and leather and feathers and looked, frankly, creepy. You can still see some of them at the local historical society.

  There are still a few of those creepy old masks around and mostly, they’re worn by creepy old men. A few of them were up close, only a few feet off the town square (an unspoken rule is that no one but the girl and her father shall enter the town square proper during Coming of Age), rubbing the bulges in their pants. Technically, I suppose, it wasn’t good form to masturbate during the ceremony but who was going to stop you? I can’t emphasize enough how strange this ceremony really is…

  But back to the masks. Nowadays, it was way more common for folks to wear Halloween masks. In the crowd, I saw legions of Batmen, Iron Men, Spider Men, vampires, werewolves, and more. It looked like I was at some sort of comic book convention and I was the main attraction.

  “Come on, baby,” my father whispered. “Show everyone what you’ve got.”

  He took my arms and placed them solidly at my sides. I turned to face the crowds, my heart pounding. They could see everything: my perky little tits nestled in my bra, my goose-bump covered skin, my belly-button with its dangly bling… Everything. How many boys from my class were looking at me right now? How many of my friends were comparing their bodies to mine, jealous or, maybe, smug and proud that I wasn’t as toned as they thought I would be? How many of my high school teachers were watching me, had been waiting for this moment, had fantasized about bending me over their desks when I was but fourteen and plowing my tight holes, and now finally would get the chance to see how I moaned, how I cried and squealed while I was fucked?

  I was jerked out of this reflective reverie when I felt my daddy’s hands on my back. He was undoing my bra! My eyes widened but I did nothing to stop him, allowing him to slide the lacy fabric off my young, virginal tits. I covered them instinctively but my daddy forced my hands down to my sides once again, letting the crowd feast on the sight of my perky flesh, my tight, wrinkled little pink nubs which only grew harder in the cool night air. How many of the spectators were imagining suckling those little nubs? How many of them wanted to trade places with my father?

  Now, he lifted me up onto the monument, the tomb representing the unknown soldier or some such. He held me close and leaned in. I could smell his cologne. He always bought the fancy, expensive stuff. It smelled like a combination of flowers, sandalwood, pine, and tobacco. It was an intoxicating scent, a scent that always made me stop and whimper, if only in my heart of hearts. I loved that he did that—loved that he always smelled so good, so sexy, so sophisticated. So like a man.

  “Are you ready to begin, baby?” my father said, a slight smile playing on his lips. I nodded.

  “I’ve been waiting for this for a long, long time… I’ve got the prettiest daughter in town,” he whispered as he took my lips, claiming them with his own. I melted into his kiss, suckling and nibbling on his lips as he teased and delved into the depths of my mouth.

  “Me too, daddy,” I whispered when we broke apart. He just smiled and began to kiss down my neck, eliciting soft, hot whimpers from my lips as he went. God, but I wanted him so badly. I wanted him to touch me all over, to do filthy, nasty things to me. And this was just the beginning. This exquisite torture, a torture that I feared would come close but never quite satisfy me, it would go on all night.

  I should mention that part of the tradition of Coming of Age states that it’s up to the father to decide how long the lovemaking should go on. It can last as little as ten minutes—and it has, in the past, when the daughter was not particularly attractive or when the father was not particularly heterosexual—or until the early hours of the morning. Occasionally, it lasts right up until school begins and the girl has to rush home, change, and then hurry off to class. She won’t get a pass for being late on account of the ceremony, of course, because that would require someone to officially acknowledge its existence. Even the masks at the historical society aren’t listed as being associated with Coming of Age—even though we all know they are. Rather, they’re officially listed as having been associated with “Unknown pagan rituals brought by early Finnish and Latvian settlers.” Unknown. Sure.

  Now, my daddy’s lips closed around my nipples. I gasped, whimpering as his hot mouth closed around my hard nub. It felt so good… Far better than I ever imagined it would. Is this… This what sex was like? God, why hadn’t I been naughtier? This was incredible… Simply incredible.

  I whined and shuddered, whimpering as he suckled my hot flesh. I found myself thrusting my chest forward, thrusting my flesh forward into my father hungry mouth, thrusting myself proudly, wanting him to lick me more, suckle me more, dominate my flesh with his lips and tongue and teeth…

  “Oh, god, daddy!” I whimpered, shuddering as he licked and suckled me. His mouth was so hot, so wet… He nibbled my nipple, and the feeling of those sharp teeth on my sensitive flesh drove me wild. I thought I might cum just from that sensation alone. I had been waiting so long for this and finally, it was here. The pleasure from just this small touch—his mouth on my nipple and his hand drawing circles around my other nub—was so exquisite, it satisfied all my fantasies. But not my desires.

  As I leaned my head back and moaned, the crowds burst into applause. I smiled weakly at them. I supposed I might as well put on a good show for them… Right?

  I gasped and whimpered, my chest shuddering. I felt myself growing wetter and wetter. Suddenly, I realized my juices were running down my legs, that they had escaped the tight, paltry confines of my thong and were dribbling down my tender, lean inner thighs. I was embarrassed and I hoped no one noticed but I was sure they would. There was no way they couldn’t: all eyes were on me, all eyes were dissecting me and hungering for more, more of me, more of my body.

  He switched nipples, now tugging with his teeth my other hard nub of pleasure, pulling more whines from my plump, wet lips.

  “Oh, god, daddy, that feels so good… No one’s ever done this to me before…”

  “Of course no one has,” my daddy said and I felt him smile around my nipple. “You’re a good little girl. You haven’t touched a boy besides your daddy.”

  Well, that wasn’t totally true but it might as well have been. Besides a few kisses at school dances, I didn’t have any experience with boys. I ran my fingers through my daddy’s hair, pressing him into my nipple as he suckled me.

  “Oh, god, please, please, daddy… Suckle me more…” I whispered desperately, losing myself to the passion.

  I felt the sharp cut of his teeth against my sensitive flesh and I let out a yelp. I was so tempted to reach a hand between my legs and start to touch myself, my wet flower already gushing.

  But he did it for me. He reached a hand down between my legs, starting to stroke my soft thighs. I gasped in delight at the sud
den touch and leaned my head back, whimpering as he ran his finger tips over my soft skin.

  “Oh, daddy, daddy, please…” I whimpered, feeling like a complete and utter harlot.

  “Please what, baby?” he asked, looking up from my pink tit.

  “Rub me…” I murmured.

  “Rub you where?” my daddy ask, with a smile.

  “On my pussy,” I moaned as his digits brushed my covered mound. A shudder of pleasure coursed through my body, my hips shaking with delight as he teased me.

  “Would you say that a little bit louder, sweetheart? I couldn’t quite hear you,” my daddy said teasingly. I shook my head. God, I didn’t want to have to say it. Not so loud. Not in front of the whole town. But I knew that’s what he wanted. He took his hand away.

  “What was it you wanted, baby? Say it loud, so all your friends can hear.”

  “Daddy,” I moaned as loudly as I could. “Please rub my pussy!”

  That elicited a cheer from the crowd as my father began to rub my hungry mound. I don’t know why we came to cheer for the girls who got into it, who found themselves succumbing to passion, to sex with their fathers… But that had long been a tradition too. I remembered crying out in delight as older classmates begged their father’s to pound their pussies harder, never even considering the strangeness of the ritual, never even considering what this bizarre ceremony must look like to outsiders…

  Now, I simply moaned, gripping his wrist tight with my tiny hands as he massaged my wet, sloppy cunt through my underwear.

  Then, he slid the lace thong down and I was totally nude. I shivered inadvertently, more from the shock of being naked than from the cold. Here I was, totally revealed… to everyone.

  “Daddy, please…” I moaned again as I sat on the monument and spread my legs, the musky scent of my cunt drifting up from my spread legs.

  My daddy got on his knees and positioned his head between my wet cunt lips. He began to lick, slowly suckling my hot, wet snatch. I began to shriek, moaning and clutching his hair as he licked me, his tongue invading my wetness, teasing me, torturing me. He nibbled all the way down to my knee along my inner thigh before working his way back up, suckling along the way, leaving tiny love bites as he went.

  “Oh, god, please, daddy, please!” I moaned further, shrieking, shaking, my muscles twitching as he pleasured me.

  His tongue lashed my clit deliciously and I groaned, leaning back and gripping his head with my hands and with my thighs. God, but it was so good. I couldn’t help but shriek as he pleasured my wet, hungry hole. I didn’t care that my friends were all watching, watching my daddy eat my pussy, watching me debase myself, acting like a whore for all of them. I didn’t give a damn.

  And then, before I knew what was happening, I was cumming.

  “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” I moaned. “Daddy, I’m cumming! I’m cumming, daddy!”

  It felt like my core, my innermost being, was exploding with pleasure, bursting with delight. My muscles convulsed as I squirted hot juices into my daddy’s waiting mouth. Finally, he pulled off me, wiping his mouth. I was panting, barely conscious, when he pulled me close for a kiss. I tasted my own musky juices on his tongue, on his lips. I all but devoured him, kissing him hard and pulling him close.

  Now, he undid his pants and pulled out his cock. Some of the girls in the crowd gasped. It was huge. A lot of them had been treated to sorry looking, funky cock, short and completely incapable of pleasuring a woman. The kind of cock that was fine for your first fuck but which didn’t stretch you out, didn’t make you feel like you’d really been dominated and fucked… My daddy’s cock, on the other hand, was eight inches of throbbing, swollen flesh. Eight inches that I knew would rip me apart.

  He grabbed me hard by the hair and I gasped. Yes… He was being rough, just like in my fantasies! He stroked my cheeks and my lips gently, smiling at me.

  “Now, baby girl, show daddy how much you love him,” he whispered, pulling my head close to his cock. I didn’t need any further instruction.

  I began to lick him, starting with his balls. I took each one in my mouth, turning it over, using my tongue to manipulate his hot flesh. Then, I began to lick my way up his shaft, working along the underside of his cock, nibbling as I went. My father rewarded me with soft, excited grunts as I suckled him. I could only imagine how many of the men watching wished that I were sucking their cocks. I wondered if I would become more popular at school now… After all, all they could see me now, in all of my cock-sucking glory.

  Now, I took my daddy’s cock all the way in my mouth. It was hard but I did the best I could, letting his hot, hard dick invade my young, willing throat. My daddy grunted with glee as I began to bob my head, just like my friends had said they did to their boyfriends, just like they did in the few porno videos I had watched. It was starting to hurt my throat and my mouth but I kept bobbing my head—I wanted my daddy to like the blow job I was giving him, after all. I wanted him to cum and I wanted him to be proud of me.

  Before I knew what was happening, the cock in my mouth was twitching and expanding, swelling even larger. My eyes widened as the first hot stream of cum spurted into my awaiting mouth. The next came and then another and then another, his cock pumping stream after stream of hot cum into my young, hungry throat. I wanted to moan for him, I wanted to tell him how much I loved the way his cum stuck to the insides of my throat, how hot and strangely salty it was… But I obviously couldn’t, since my mouth was full of cum and cock!

  Finally, my daddy slid his cock out of my mouth, his cum dribbling over my lips. Impossibly, he was still hard. He spread my legs and again, my eyes widened. I wasn’t even finished swallowing when I felt his cock slid inside of me. I threw my head back and moaned.

  “Oh, god, daddy!” I cried, feeling his hot hardness tear into me, ripping my virginity from my body. That was it. My daddy had claimed me.

  He rode me hard and he rode me fast. He held me down, even though there was no chance of me running, no chance of my escaping. I couldn’t even get away if I had wanted to. The crowd would grab me and force me back. Force me to accept my incestuous fucking.

  His cock pulsated inside of me, each thrust an exercise in pleasure, an exercise in exquisite torment. My hungry pussy seemed to devour his cock, twitching and spasming around his length as he forced it in over and over again.

  “My good baby girl is just so tight,” my daddy whispered in delight. “She’s perfect for fucking.”

  “Oh, yes, daddy!” I moaned. “I’m all yours.”

  “Damn straight you are. You saved this little cunt of yours for daddy and no one else.”

  I nodded enthusiastically, moaning and almost blind in my pleasure. I didn’t even care that everyone in town was watching me take my daddy’s cock, watching him fuck the shit out of me. I just didn’t care. All I cared about was my daddy and how nicely, how deliciously he was fucking me.

  Then, suddenly, he pulled out of me. I moaned with disappointment but he picked me up—literally, picked me up: my daddy is a big, strong man, after all—and bent me over the monument. He spread my ass cheeks wide and slammed his cock into me from behind.

  I shrieked as his cock ripped through my tightness once more. It felt like I was losing my virginity all over again! It felt like he was tearing me apart, limb from limb, and I loved it. I loved the feeling of his strong hips pounding into me, crushing my body with his weight. I loved the feeling of his big cock spreading me open wide, of it stretching me. I loved the fact that he kept my ass spread apart wide, my tight, pink little asshole twitching for him with each thrust. He even drove a finger into my ass, making me yelp. I tightened around his finger, much as I tightened around his cock.

  The position also caused his cock to rub deliciously against the insides of my pussy, pressing against my G-Spot. I was cumming again before I knew it, but this time, it was an even more powerful orgasm. It was truly a ground shaking, earth shattering kind of orgasm, the kind that makes your knees shake and makes y
ou feel like you’re falling, falling forever. I shrieked and moaned and cried out as I came, gripping my tits hard, pulling at my nipples and delighting in the pain and pleasure that caused.

  My pussy convulsing around my daddy’s fat cock must have pushed him over the edge because I suddenly felt his dick pulsing inside me. His delicious shaft of flesh began to spurt inside of me and I groaned, moaning as my pussy hungrily sucked down his cum. It flooded my tight chamber, filling me up. I had never felt so full and so content in my life as when I was bent over the monument to the unknown soldier in the middle of town, my daddy’s hot cum filling me up and even leaking out of my hungry, gaping cunt.

  Finally, he pulled out of me. I felt his cum dribble out of my well-fucked hole. It dribbled down my thighs, covering my thin, pale legs with my daddy’s love juices.

  Oh, did I mention that you’re not allowed to use condoms during Coming of Age? Yep. That’s right. No condoms. That’s not how the settlers did it, so that’s not how we do it. There sure are a lot of teenage pregnancies in my town.