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

by Ramona Scarlett

  “That’s it, baby girl. Take daddy’s big cock like a sweet little slut,” he breathed huskily, his voice hungry and his eyes filled with lust. I found myself spreading my legs as wide as I could while still in my dress, reaching back to spread my ass cheeks wide, trying as best I could to make it easier for him to violate me—for him to do whatever nasty things he wanted to me. I felt one and then another of his big, strong fingers slide their way into my ass and I squeezed my eyes shut, gasping at the sudden, painfully pleasant intrusions.

  “Oh, daddy, that’s so dirty. Why are you doing that?”

  “Because I’m going to fuck you in the ass later tonight,” he growled. “I’ve been waiting till you’re old enough. And now, I’m going to take that sweet little ass, just like I’m taking your sweet little cunt.”

  I couldn’t hold my cries anymore. I let out a loud moan, only to have my daddy’s hand clapped over my mouth. Tears of pleasure came to my eyes as I pressed my hips back into my daddy’s for the umpteenth time, trying to take as much of him into my pussy as possible. I felt my muscles squeezing involuntarily around my daddy’s thick cock, massaging it, delighting it, teasing it. I could only groan and grunt as my daddy picked up the pace, pounding my tight teenage pussy harder and harder.

  Yes, god, it was so good. Have you ever been really, truly fucked? Fucked so fully and completely, dominated and taken and spread apart, and destroyed? It was amazing and I loved every moment of it. I couldn’t wait for my daddy to fuck my ass. I wanted to beg him to fuck my ass right then and there but, of course, I couldn’t—not while his hand was over my mouth.

  My daddy reached his other hand down to play with my swollen, throbbing clit as he pounded me. The feeling of his fingers on my throbbing nub was all I needed to send me spiraling over the edge of pleasure. I bit down on his hand, squealing pathetically like a stuck pig as I came.

  “Daddy…” I moaned, muffled by his hand. My pussy spasmed around his dick and I felt him begin to throb and twitch. I guess that was enough to push him over the edge because before I knew what was happening, he was cumming inside of me, spraying the insides of my tight cunt with his hot daddy cum. I felt it sticking to the insides of my pussy, filling me up and practically flowing out of my cunt.

  Finally, he finished cumming inside of me. He slid his cock out of my tightness and I felt the vacuum created “pop.”

  “Oh, daddy…” I moaned tiredly, feeling his cum sliding out of my pussy and down over my thighs. I felt like a complete harlot, and I loved it.

  “Get cleaned up, hun,” my daddy said, slapping my ass hard. I yelped. “It’ll be time for the dance to start before you know it!”

  ~

  All things considered, the dance was totally normal. Even though I could feel my daddy’s spunk running down my thighs, I giggled, blushed, smiled, and curtsied just like I was supposed to. We had a lovely six-course dinner and by the time the dancing began, I felt like a stuffed goose. Then, we took off through the ballroom as if gliding on ice. The dance was being held at a fancy hotel with a gorgeous old ballroom and I felt like I was in a dream as I spun from partner to partner… And, of course, my aching, recently fucked pussy didn’t hurt the sense that I was in a dream.

  At one point, I found myself waltzing with my daddy. I placed my head against his chest and he ran his hand through my hair.

  “I’ve got a suite for us upstairs,” he whispered. “Meet me there in half an hour. Room 1304.”

  He said nothing else for the remainder of the dance and it was up to me to melt into his warm, strong embrace.

  After a few more dances, my feet were starting to get tired and so I drifted away from the ballroom and went upstairs. I nervously counted the floors as the elevator ascended to the thirteenth floor, finally letting me out. The suite was right by the elevator, so I didn’t have long to walk. I knocked on the door and heard shuffling inside.

  The door opened, revealing my father in a bathrobe. No surprises there.

  “Come in, honey!” he roared, ushering me in. I blushed but obeyed, following him into the living room of the fancy suite. There, sipping cognac, was Father O’Reilly—the priest who had baptized me!

  “Oh, Father O’Reilly,” I mumbled, remembering to curtsy politely. I was, after all, a member of fine society now.

  “She sure is looking sweet…” he said with a laugh. He was a handsome, older man—a big man, even taller than my father. I watched as he unzipped his pants, revealing a long, flaccid cock. My eyes widened as his cock began to harden.

  “Well, sweetheart,” my father began, coming into the room behind me. “Don’t leave Father O’Reilly just hanging there. It’s up to you to… service him.”

  I nodded obediently and got down on my knees in front of him. I figured this was just part of being in society. I ran my fingers over his cock and Father O’Reilly grunted in delight.

  “That’s a good girl now… I remember how cute you looked in your little school girl jumper when you were just a wee little girl…” he mumbled, reeking of liquor as he stroked my hair. “Such a pretty little girl. Never would I have thought that those lips might be on my nasty old cock…”

  I blushed but said nothing, for I knew that my job didn’t require speaking. I pressed my lips to his cock, giving it a big old kiss before opening my lips and beginning to lick and suckle it. I ran my tongue from the base of his dick up to the tip, swirling my tongue around his fat, throbbing cockhead. He grunted in delight.

  “That’s a good girl… You’ve got a good one here!” Father O’Reilly exclaimed in delight.

  “I know, Father, I know.”

  I allowed myself a tiny smile as I lapped my tongue at the old priest’s cock. He reached a hand down the front of my dress, gripping my tiny breasts as I played with his dick, teasing his balls. He, in turn, flicked my nipples back and forth. I gasped as he did so—that sure felt great! I loved the way these older men touched me, and the way their cocks tasted in my mouth, the way their seed tasted.

  Now, I took his cock into my mouth—deep into my mouth. I had never sucked a cock before and I found myself in over my head as the dick slid all the way into the back of my throat! No, no, no, that was too much. I pulled off it a bit and began to bob my head, taking his cock about half way into my mouth before sliding it off. I used my lips to grip the flesh of his veiny cock, jacking his dick and holding onto the rest of his shaft as I sucked him.

  “Oh, god be praised…” the priest muttered, his hips bucking slightly under me. I felt my daddy coming up behind me, so I bent over and stuck my ass up in the air, still working the cock in my mouth. My daddy spread my ass cheeks and I knew what was coming next. He began to play with my tight asshole, making me wince. I had never really had anything back there—this was one hell of a new experience for me. I heard him spit and then a moment later, felt it land on the puckered ring of my butt. Another round of spit and my ass was sopping wet. Now, my daddy’s fingers flowed easily inside and it was actually starting to feel pretty great… I found myself moaning shamelessly, pressing my hips back against my daddy’s fingers, trying to get them wedged deeper into my shameless, slutty ass…

  “Time for a bit of Sodom and Gomorrah, eh, Bill?” Father O’Reilly laughed as I felt my daddy’s thick cockhead touch my asshole.

  “You know it. Got to break her in—I wouldn’t be a good daddy if I didn’t!”

  I gasped onto the cock in my mouth as I felt the cock behind me impale my asshole in a single powerful thrust. I tried to keep from crying out but it was no use. I found myself whining and moaning pathetically, squealing as my daddy embedded himself deep in my ass. It hurt, but oh, it hurt so, so good. Just as I had with my daddy’s fingers, I found myself pressing back, trying to take more and more of my daddy’s big, thick cock in my little debutante’s asshole.

  “That’s a good girl,” my daddy cooed as he began to fuck my ass. “That’s a good girl with a tight little ass…”

  He grunted as he began to fuck my tigh
t butt, pounding and pumping it harder and harder. I just squeezed my eyes shut, doing my best to focus on my task at hand: sucking the priest’s cock. I tightened my lips around his shaft and began to bob my head faster and faster, my fingers weighing his balls, testing their heft and stroking his sensitive, tender flesh.

  Suddenly, I felt his dick start to expand and throb in my mouth. My eyes opened wide as I felt it pump and then, he was coming, spraying stream after stream of hot, sticky cum down my unexpecting throat. I gagged as the cum filled my mouth but I did my best to swallow all of it, gulping it down obediently. I couldn’t very well gag and choke on a priest’s cum, could I?

  Meanwhile, my daddy continued to pound my ass, working hard, grunting and growling as he rode me. I felt like I was an animal to him, a mare for him to ride as he pleased. I just cried and moaned and shuddered, squealing pathetically and whimpering as he fucked me.

  “Daddy… Daddy… Harder… Fuck your little girl harder…” I whined through a mouth full of cum. The priest’s cum was still dribbling out of my mouth as he fucked me. My pussy even still ached from the earlier fucking. In fact, my thighs weren’t even totally dry from what my daddy had done to me earlier. The priest’s load, after all, was not the first one I had taken today.

  “That’s my good, good little girl. You’re a young woman now,” my daddy grunted. “And you have to understand what being a young woman means. It means taking your daddy’s big hard cock whenever he wants and loving every moment of it.”

  “Oh, yes, daddy!” I moaned. “Please! More, more, more!”

  He picked up his pace, pounding my ass harder and harder. I squealed and screamed, not even bothering to try and muffle my cries of pleasure and pain now as my ass split in half under the pressure of my daddy’s cock.

  “She’s got a mouth on her, that one does,” the priest muttered, pouring himself another glass of cognac. “And not just vocally, I should say.”

  “She’s always been loud, ever since she was a little girl,” my daddy laughed as he pressed his cock all the way into my ass, up to the hilt. “Somehow, this doesn’t surprise me—her being so loud while I fuck her!”

  “Oh, god… I can’t help it…” I whined, struggling to be quiet. It was no use, though. My hand drifted in between my legs and I began to rub my hungry, aching pussy, teasing my clit and bringing myself surprisingly close to orgasm surprisingly fast.

  “Harder, daddy, please!” I cried. “You have to fuck me harder. I can’t take it!”

  I was desperately plunging my own finger into my pussy now, in time with my daddy’s thrusts into my ass. Suddenly, I felt his cock start to throb and pulse inside my butt.

  “Oh! Daddy!” I cried out, squealing and moaning. In a moment, he was cumming, shooting stream after stream of hot, sticky cum into my waiting ass. It somehow felt different inside my ass—it felt hotter, more delicious. I wanted it even more than I had before and I squealed in delight as my daddy’s cum filled my ass. I felt so full, so satisfied, so complete. I even found myself moaning in dismay as my daddy removed his cock from my ass with a loud pop.

  “Ohh… Daddy, I was getting close…” I mumbled, referring to my pussy.

  “Father? Would you like a taste of some forbidden fruit?” my father asked, gesturing towards my behind. Father O’Reilly grinned.

  “Would I ever!”

  I lay on my back on a couch, spreading my legs wide as Father O’Reilly knelt between my legs, starting to lick and tease my sopping cunt. I still couldn’t believe it. I had taken my first communion with this man… And now, he was licking my most private spot while my daddy’s cum leaked out of my ass.

  “My apologies if there’s any of my own stuff still in there,” my father said with a chuckle, pouring a glass of cognac for himself. “She’s my own daughter, so I didn’t bother pulling out.”

  “Oh, no worries,” Father O’Reilly mumbled, sending delicious vibrations through my pussy. “I’d do the same thing in your situation.”

  He set upon my clit, licking it hard and faster. I played with my tits while he licked me, teasing my own nipples and keeping my eyes closed, riding wave after wave of continuous, burning, desperate pleasure. For a priest, he sure knew how to lick pussy.

  My orgasm built gradually, over the course of nearly twenty minutes. Still, Father O’Reilly’s tongue, conditioned as it must have been by so many sermons delivered daily for the past thirty years, never faltered, never missed a beat. Soon, he had brought my to orgasm and I was cumming, my pussy squirting all over his holy face while I gripped my breasts, shrieking wildly and bucking my hips like a wild girl.

  “There’s she goes,” Father O’Reilly said with a laugh, sitting back on his haunches and watching me cum.

  I felt so dirty, so ashamed, both of these men who had know me for so long were watching me cum, watching me degrade myself and play with my tits and pussy for them… But there was nothing I could do. Part of being a debutante, at least for me, seemed to be transforming into a slut.

  The men helped me wash up. My father accompanied me back downstairs to the dance.

  “I assume I don’t have to tell you to keep quiet about all this,” he said with a glimmer of mischief in his eye. I shook my head.

  “Of course, daddy… I understand.”

  “Good girl. Now, you have fun at the dance and I’ll see you at home later tonight.”

  He leaned down and planted a big kiss on my lips. He was about to step out of the elevator when I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him down for an even bigger kiss, a sloppy one, with tongue and everything. The elevator doors were wide open and several onlookers stared at us, but I didn’t care.

  Finally, we pulled apart.

  “I’ll see you later tonight, honey,” my daddy repeated, clearly thrown by a loop by my public display of affection.

  “Sure thing, daddy!” I said with a sweet giggle. Then, amidst the unbelieving stares of the onlookers, I marched back into the ballroom for the dance, my pussy and ass still throbbing, my inner thighs still covered in cum… No one needed to know, of course, except for my daddy and the priest… And I knew I would be doing more nasty things to both of them before long.

  Taboo Forbidden Fruit

  “Sweetheart, this is a very, very special lollipop. You’ve got to keep tasting it and keep licking it until you figure out what it is.”

  Eighteen year old Claire has always wanted to work in the family candy store… Now that she’s finally old enough, she’s ready to take the naughty test that the man of the house has planned for her… And she’s in for sweet and salty surprise from her step!

  If you love fun and naughty taboo stories that are almost too spicy for Amazon with ageplay elements, this tale will be so tasty to pass up!

  Ever since I was a little kid, I wanted to work in my daddy’s candy store. You know the place. It’s Neitzel’s Fine Foods and Candies, on Main Street. It looks so old and antique, like a place out of a movie, with the bright colors and candies of all different shapes and sizes. It’s a magical place. As kids, we all wanted to go there every day after school and sometimes, if we were lucky, my daddy would give us a free piece of candy of our choice. That definitely made me very popular as a third-grader!

  Now, my daddy (or, really, my step-daddy but he’s the only daddy I’ve ever known, since my biological father ran off when I was just six months old with what my mommy calls “the skankiest cocktail waitress north of Providence,” whatever that means) isn’t really fat and chubby, like you’d expect the owner of a candy store to be. He actually has all sorts of weights in the basement and he works out there all the time! He only hires pretty young girls and he encourages them to come down to his basement and work out too. He’s got pull-up bars, treadmills, yoga mats, medicine balls… He even installed a shower and a little locker room, so the girls who work for him can change after their workouts! The girls love it, because it’s like getting a free gym membership and my daddy likes it, because it keeps his employees f
it and trim. He even made it mandatory that the girls work out there at least once a week or, if they weren’t going to work out, at least take a shower in the locker room. Sometimes I hear him talking to his friend Ron about getting more “voyeur vids” for the website. Silly daddy!

  Anyway, my daddy only hires girls once they’re eighteen. I begged and begged him to let me start working for him earlier. I pleaded and pleaded, putting my long blonde hair up in cute little pigtails like I know he likes his employees to wear. I even got one of the girls to lend me the cute pink and white uniform she wears to work, complete with all sorts of fun lace, and I put it on to surprise daddy one night when my mom wasn’t home! I snuck up to him while he was sleeping and shook him awake.

  “Daddy, daddy, look!” I squealed and wiggled for him in the outfit. “Look, I would make such a good candy girl for your store!”

  He blinked awake, confused and started to reach for my chest when he stopped and hesitated.