Cherry Surprise! (TABOO Forbidden Lust)

by Tuesday Taboo

  Dad reached around and dipped his fingers into my wet pussy, shoving the thick digits in alongside his swollen cock. I felt them work in tandem, and then the rhythm changed, one of his fingers pushing in and another spreading my lips as his cock head dragged against the g-spot Oprah was always talking about, sending me hurtling into a black abyss of bright pleasure.

  Then he took his fingers from me and smeared my nipples with my own juices before his big hands covered my breasts, tugging at the sensitive flesh, kneading them with powerful strokes and tugs that milked every drop of bliss I’d ever felt at another man’s touch from them with every movement. My nipples turned out to be my weakness, and his rough palms dragging across their twin erect surfaces had me cuming over and over in a series of gut-wrenching orgasms that were almost painful in their intensity.

  I hung my head once they’d rolled through me, panting loudly, trying desperately to get my breathing under control as he slowly worked his cock in and out of me. Dad knew what he was doing, that was for sure, but when I asked him to cum for me again, a line of drool spilling from my open mouth, all he did was spank my ass in three hard swats that lit me up and made him pound down into my pussy with renewed vigor.

  Jace slid his cock out of me almost all of the way, leaving only the tip inside my pussy’s aching entrance.

  “Please,” I begged.

  “Please what?”

  Head still hanging, thighs soaked in my own pussy juices, my ass surely bright red and sore for a week from the abuse, I licked my lips and said, “I need your cum, Jace. I NEED it. I can’t live without your seed in me.”

  Dad laughed, and the noise was almost a cruel one. “What if you don’t get it? What if I save the cum for your Mother and just make you my fuck toy?”

  “I don’t know,” I said slowly, trying to work my ass back at him and being rewarded by him pushing into me. “I don’t want to know.”

  He bounced his hips at me a little, clearly getting off on my words. “I don’t know, Rachel,” he said in mock thought, his actions belying his words. “I’m not sure if you’re ready. I mean, fucking in a motel is one thing, especially after I kicked your boyfriend’s cheating ass, but I don’t think you’re ready to compete with your Mom…”

  I pushed back at him harder, gnashing my teeth and shaking my head. “I’m ready for it. I’m ready for it all! Take me now and take me anytime, you magnificent fucker. Push that cock into me and know that you own this pussy. It’s yours, whenever and wherever you want it. Want a blowjob in the booth of some beat up diner? I’m your girl.” I picked up the pace of my hips, backing on to his cock and smiling to myself when he stopped holding me back and started meeting my thrusts with his own. I was getting to him, and we both knew it.

  “Yeah?” Dad asked.

  “Fuck yeah. Bend me over a table, fuck me in the dirt, take me out and use me and bring me back happy. Mom doesn’t have to know, and you’re man enough to have us both. Now fuck your new girl like you’re laying claim to my, goddamnit. I’ve never been had and you know it, so show me what it means to be owned by a man.”

  That did it. Both of his big hands came down on my hips with a meaty slap and he braced his knees against the mattress before plowing into me for all he was worth. The bed swayed. The nightstand went over sideways, taking the lamp with it and breaking the bulb, plunging us into darkness together. The sheets tore beneath my hands as I tried desperately to hang on to something as his strength and his powerful thrusts drove his thick cock into my splayed pussy over and over and over.

  All I could hear, beside my own screams and Dad’s deep grunts of satisfaction and approaching orgasm, was the Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! of the headboard as it smashed against the wall repeatedly in time with his quickening pace.

  “Ride me harder,” I shouted, reached underneath myself, past my own abused pussy to drag my nails across his full balls as they were about to boil over. “I can take it. You can give me more than that. Maybe Mom can’t take it, but I can!”

  He hadn’t been holding back much, but with that he let me have it for real. He growled and groaned, grunted and rutted into me, his hands slamming my hips into him and his muscular thighs smashing his cock into my sex-starved pussy. Every stroke was a lightning bolt hammering into me, and as he drove that thing home I came and came, my pussy clenching down on him so tightly that I could feel every line and veiny ridge of his thick cock.

  And when Dad came it was like a torrent, like a dam had broken and the waters had been released. He fucked me right through his orgasm and sent me careening into another of my own, all the while pumping hot seed up into me, painting my wet virgin walls with his hot white spunk. I didn’t have the strength left to fuck back anymore, and instead he smashed me flat to the bed again and sent his cock diving into me over and over like a jackhammer, the rigid meat of his shaft surely soaked in his own cum and my own sticky juices.

  It was the first of many nights at that motel, but that’s for another time…

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