Too Taboo! 3: A Forbidden Fun Taboo Bundle

by Saffron Daughter

  Too Taboo! 3

  A Forbidden Fun Taboo Bundle

  By

  Saffron Daughter & Friends

  * * *

  Table of Contents:

  Kara's Camping Fun With Daddy by Saffron Daughter

  Spreading The Virgin by Jade K. Scott

  Marion's Motherly Need by Saffron Daughter

  His Brat's Fertile First Time - Avril by Candy Quinn

  Sibling Love In Public by Saffron Daughter

  Kristen's Taboo Reunion by Saffron Daughter

  Afterword

  Check Out: Too Taboo! 1

  Check Out: Too Taboo! 2

  License

  Kara's Camping Fun With Daddy

  By Saffron Daughter

  My step-father Jason had been planning the family camping holiday for months. He applied for the Monday off-work so we could have a long weekend, rented all the equipment weeks in advance, and was as happy as I’d ever seen him.

  Of course, as these things go, Mum had to work, and my older brother Jake decided he was going to road trip it to the coast and spend a few days there with his friends… on that exact same weekend. Coincidences? Perhaps, but in my mind, unlikely.

  Jason was about to call the whole thing off. I took one look at his devastated face, and told him not to. I told him that it was be a chance for us to spend some quality time together, to get to know one another. After all, why couldn’t a father and his daughter go camping together?

  Truth be told, I’d been attracted to Jason since I first saw him. I always wondered how my mother hand managed to get a man like that. Oh, that’s not to say she didn’t have her own merits, but Jason was simply… well, for lack of a better word, he was as near perfect as you could hope for.

  Not only was he a kind and caring man, one who was protective but no overbearing, responsible without being ruling, but he was also drop-dead gorgeous.

  Aside from his endlessly kissable lips, he was handsome in a slightly pretty way, with dimples, an easy smile, and narrow eyes that made him look mysterious. On top of it all, he had a completely rocking bod. I mean, wide shoulders, narrow hips and waist, long torso which was lean in all the right places, and completely sexy arms.

  Yeah, so he was pretty much the perfect guy. My Mum should count her blessings every morning she wakes up to a veritable sex god like that.

  The first time I saw him walk through the front door, in an extremely well-fitting t-shirt and jeans that showed off his delectable bum, I was simply floored. I remember just staring at him, like a buffoon, while he smiled at me and offered to shake my hand.

  To my eternal regret, I didn’t even move. I just stood rooted to the ground, mouth open and unmoving, nothing audible but the slight sound of my rapid breathing.

  Admittedly, that was a bad start, but to be completely fair, I was caught entirely be surprise.

  Well, I soon noticed that he was as into me as I was into him. But it was all a great big dance, and I certainly did more dancing. Of course, it was all wrong. He was my step-father! I was his step-daughter! And so nothing happened, nothing but furtive glances and ‘accidental’ touches, the odd brush of an arm, touching hands while reaching for the cereal box… that kind of stuff. God, it made my heart race. It was a rush.

  I knew I drove him wild, too. I don’t know why I did it… maybe it was because I knew I couldn’t have him, or maybe it was because I wanted to see how far I would go. After all, this was a new experience for me, too. But I teased him mercilessly. I danced around the house in my bikini after coming in from sunbathing. I watched him watch me out of the corner of his eye, watched him shift his position uncomfortably on the sofa, watched him rest his hands on his lap, covering up what I don’t doubt was a well-endowed package.

  So, you see, when he was thinking about canceling the camping trip, I knew it was an opportunity, and I knew I couldn’t miss it. I would be foolish to! And I would regret it for as long as I lived, and I was young, just a hair over nineteen. I wasn’t about to let myself get into that kind of miserable situation for the next 60 years!

  Anyway, I’d fantasized about this man since the first day I met him. I’d gratified myself countless times with thoughts of him in my head. The shower head was a favorite, but when I wanted something more intense, there was always the vibrator that my friends got me as a joke birthday present. That thing was a powerful little beast.

  I’d even had wet dreams about him, waking up, practically dripping, definitely panting, and most certainly longing.

  What’s more is that it was obvious he was a man who knew how to handle himself in bed. Though they didn’t know, I’d heard my mother’s screams of ecstasy. All the boys I’d ever been with were hopeless in that department. Well, that’s a bit unfair. Not hopeless, but they definitely didn’t wow me.

  I needed someone to wow me.

  Not only did I want my Daddy, but I wanted a man, one who could both protect and pleasure me, care for me and make mind-blowing love to me.

  Yeah, they teach you it’s not allowed, but I couldn’t help the way I felt, and so why not act on it? The camping trip was the exact moment I decided to do just that.

  It started off about as well as I could have hoped for. The drive up to the site was nice. Jason and I chatted and laughed. I always knew he was easy going and pretty cool, but some of the stories he told me of when he was younger… well, they helped to reinforce the idea that my Mum didn’t deserve a man like this.

  If anybody in the world could have him, it would have to be me.

  The camp site was wonderful, too. It was right on the lip of a lake, and the water was as still and as flat as I’d ever seen. Not a single ripple. Not a single distorted reflection. It was pretty amazing.

  The weather warm, too, and the sun was out in full blast with not a cloud in the sky. Perfect time to work on my tan, right?

  Perfect time to squeeze into my skimpiest bikini in front of the stunningly sexy man that was my step-father.

  So, yes, the camping trip got off to a really good start. I couldn’t have asked for better conditions.

  I did exactly that, as well. I slipped into the bikini, knowing that it was a bit small and so I was spilling out in places that would only catch Jason’s eyes. I walked off toward the shore, where there was a small clearing of fine, yellow sand. I made sure to turn around and look at Jason, and saw that he was watching me walk away. That, of course, sent my heart racing.

  “I’ll just set up the tents, then,” he said, putting a hand on his hip.

  “Okay, Jason!” I called back.

  “Don’t suppose you want to help me?” he asked, putting his other hand on his hip.

  Perfect, I thought. “Sure!” I chirped, and began to walk back toward him. I was not one for putting on elaborate shows, but I decided to inject a little ‘oomph’ into my steps, and swung my hips more than I usually did.

  What? I had to put some effort in if I hoped to get what I wanted!

  I approached him, and made sure to brush my breast on the side of his arm as I bent over to take my sleeping bag out from the back of the car. I noticed that he looked at me for a moment, seemingly a little startled, before he grinned and looked away, pretending as though he had never noticed.

  I set my sleeping bag on the ground, making sure to bend over in his direction. “It’s nice to be alone, isn’t it?” I asked. When I straightened back up I saw that he was looking at me, and this time he didn’t avert his gaze.

  I noticed that his lips were parted, and he was breathing a little shallower.

  “Yeah,” he agreed, his voice husky and
deep. A silence settled over us, in between us, and there was definitely tension in the air. “Kara,” he began, before his voice failed him.

  “Yes?” I asked, taking a step toward him.

  “Is there, uh—”

  “Is there?”

  “Something we need to, you know—”

  “Just say what’s on your mind, Jason,” I breathed at him, stepping closer again.

  “Could I ask you something?”

  I nodded at him. “Sure”

  “Would you call me Daddy?”

  I grinned at him. “I’ve always wanted to call you Daddy.” I purred the word at him.

  “There’s something else I need to tell you.”

  “I already know, Daddy.”

  “You do?”

  “You think I’m blind?” By now our bodies were touching.

  “Kara,” he whispered, and his hands found the small of my back. He pulled me close to him, and I wrapped my hands around his head, holding him tightly. I couldn’t really put into words what exactly it was that I felt. It was a mixture of elation and thrill, excitement and lust, relief and hunger. A heady concoction that made me beam on the inside.

  His lips found my neck, and he began to kiss me. His hands traveled down the small of my back, and he gave my bum a squeeze, lifting me to my tip-toes as he kneaded my flesh.

  “Oh, Daddy,” I hissed in his ear. “You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted you.”

  “Oh, God, Kara, I’ve wanted this for so long as well. You can’t even begin to imagine—”

  “I know, Daddy,” I said, and our eyes met. I could see in them a fire of lust raging. He was breathing heavily, and his hands were continuing their assault on my flesh. He leaned forward, and our lips locked, and it was all fire, passion, tongue, teeth, and saliva, interspersed with ragged breaths and my own cut-off moans.

  His hands had now found my breasts, and he was kneading them hard, as though they were the last pair he’d ever get to caress. Our tongues danced, our hands squeezed, and our bodies were pressed together as close as they possibly could be.

  I could feel his erection pressing into my stomach, and I reached a hand in between us and cupped his groin, gasping at the hardness I felt there. “Daddy!” I moaned into his mouth, clasping my hands around what hardness of his that I could.

  One of his hands worked its way inside my bikini bottom, and he was pulling my bum cheeks apart, and then his fingers were in my slit, probing, eliciting moans and whimpers from me, increasing my longing, furthering my lust.

  I pressed my hips into his, forcing his finger to dip just inside my entrance. God, it was delicious! Already it was so good, already I wanted him to just throw me to the ground and mount me, push his rigid manhood inside me and fuck me like there was no tomorrow.

  Our kiss broke, and I saw a streak of panic and doubt flash across his features. He leaned back, shaking his head all of a sudden.

  “No,” he groaned. “No, this isn’t right. We can’t do this. What about your moth—”

  “You don’t know what you’re talking about, Daddy,” I said, cutting him off. “This is so right. And we need to do this!”

  I quickly picked up the sleeping bag, and hurried to unzip it, sprawling it out across the forest floor. I lay on it, opened my legs at him, and held my arms out, beckoning for him to come to me. He looked at me for a moment, hesitant, but I knew he wouldn’t hold out for long. And he didn’t. Moments later, he was crawling on top of me, planting kisses on every bit of my exposed flesh, from where my breasts met my armpits to the insides of my thighs.

  “Take me, Daddy,” I begged. “Take me. Make love to me. Fuck me. Use me! I don’t care, just be with me.”

  He paused again for a moment before nodding, and then his hands were a flurry of movement, and in two seconds flat he had my bikini off, his shirt off, and his jeans unbuckled.

  His body was amazing, and I made sure I soaked in the sight while he unzipped his jeans. Lean in all the right places. It was as sexy as ever!

  Again he paused before pulling down his jeans, looking at me. I nodded at him, biting my lip. He pulled his jeans and briefs down in one go, and I saw his cock for the very first time. It sprang out, and thick, huge length of manly gristle.

  “Daddy,” I moaned, granting him that reassurance I knew he needed.

  “Kara?” he asked, and I knew instantly what he meant. He wanted to see my hands on his cock. He wanted to see his little baby girl touching him. I nodded at him, getting to my knees in front of him. His cock was pointing straight at me, an open invitation, and I could do whatever I wanted with it. It was all mine.

  I ran my finger softly over his manhood, feeling the smooth skin that lined his iron-bar-hard penis. The organ radiated heat, and I ran my fingers underneath his shaft, slowly stroking the sliver of skin at the back of his bell-end, and I heard him groan quietly.

  I clasped onto his cock and begin to pump him slowly, and soon he was gyrating his hips, thrusting forward to the rhythm of my hand, his eyes half-closed, his face belying the utter bliss he was feeling.

  “Yeah, Kara,” he groaned. “That feels good. Hold it tighter when you get to the tip. Yeah, like that.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, happy to provide him pleasure. His cock was the largest I’d ever handled before, and I could comfortably jerk him off with two hands going simultaneously. I couldn’t help but wonder what it was going to feel like when his gifted manhood was pushing inside my tight entrance.

  I worked him for maybe minutes, looking at his body tense and relax, before he suddenly put a hand on mine, shaking his head slowly.

  “I don’t want to come like this,” he said.

  “Then what do you want, Daddy?”

  “I want to fuck your mouth, baby.”

  My heart skipped a beat.

  “I want to come all over your beautiful face,” he breathed. “Do you know how to suck cock, baby?”

  “No, Daddy,” I said. I’d sucked a few before, but I was certain I wasn’t any good at it.

  “Do you want to learn, Kara? Do you want to learn how to please your Daddy?”

  I bit my lip and nodded. “I do, Daddy.”

  “Good,” he said, wrapping his hands around my head. He gently guided me onto his rod, and then held the base of his cock with his other hand, giving it a squeeze. I saw his bulbous bell swell momentarily.

  I began to lick at his tip, tonguing the underside of his cock head, before he gradually pushed himself into my mouth. I was unused to the feeling of something so large in my mouth, and it took me a few moments to relax myself, to grow comfortable with the sensation.

  I began to swirl my tongue around his crown, tasting the mild flavor of his pre-cum as it leaked copiously down my gullet.

  “Suck on the head gently, Kara,” he said, and I obeyed. “Yes, that’s good, just like that. No, not too hard, just gently. Make sure you rub your tongue against the underside. Push into it hard— yes! Just like that, baby. That feels good, baby.”

  I swooned inwardly, happy I was doing a good job, and continued to suck on his bell as he instructed me to do, pressing my tongue against the sliver of skin underneath his crown, where he was most sensitive.

  “Now, baby, I’m going to start pushing inside your mouth now,” he said.

  “Mmm,” I moaned at him, nodding. I was turned on by just the thought of him fucking my mouth. I was certain that I was dripping wet.

  He began to push himself slowly in me, at first just a bit before pulling back. I continued to press my tongue into the back of his helmet, and his thrusts started to go deeper, and his pace started to quicken.

  “Oh, baby,” he groaned. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

  I once again found myself amazed at how large his cock was, how hard it was. I couldn’t hold out any longer, and I sent a hand down south, found my throbbing clitoris, and began to rub it. God, I was so close already! I didn’t want to come of my own volition, but I was content to tease myself,
to bring myself right to the edge while my Daddy fucked me in my mouth, content to work myself up into a sexual frenzy, knowing that when it came time for him to fuck me, for him to make me come, that it would be explosive.

  “That’s right, baby,” he groaned. “Touch yourself for me. Make yourself feel good for me. But don’t come. Not yet.”

  I grinned, happy that we were on the same page.

  His thrusts grew more powerful, and I had to open my throat, suppress the gag. I stopped sucking on his bell, knowing I couldn’t keep it up without spluttering, and simply let him use my mouth, fuck my mouth, insert his manhood down my throat as far as he wanted, as hard as he wanted.

  “Jesus, Kara, yes, yes,” he groaned, his words slurring together. He was fucking my mouth harder and faster, and then his thrusts became shallow, and he pulled his cock out of my mouth, grabbing onto it with one hand.

  “Keep your mouth open,” he panted, and I obliged, watching him jerk himself feverishly. He groaned, and I saw the small slit in his tip open up, and a stream of his hot, milky, sticky seed shot straight into my mouth. A second shot hit me on the side of my face, a third the bridge of my nose, where it trickled down my cheek like a creamy tear.

  I swallowed his cum, taking note of the taste, a little salty, yet mild in flavor, but somehow pungent.

  “Oh, Kara, baby,” he breathed, pumping his manhood a few more times. I watched as the remnants of his ejaculate dribbled down his bell. I leaned forward, licking up the last droplet of cum that beaded on his tip, before taking his tip into my mouth again and sucking on it gently. I knew he’d be sensitive, and his whole body shuddered as I did so, his stomach crunching forward, one of his hands still rubbing the back of my head.

  With his head lowered, I took the opportunity to pounce up and kiss him, poking my tongue into his mouth so that he could taste himself.

  “You taste good,” I hummed at him, grinning.

  “And you’re great at sucking Daddy’s cock,” he said. “But we’re not done yet, are we, Kara?”

  “No, Daddy,” I agreed, shaking my head. “No. I need something, too.”