Too Taboo! 3: A Forbidden Fun Taboo Bundle

by Saffron Daughter

  I bit my lip as he guided me back down onto the spread-out sleeping bag, and for the first time I became aware of the sun streaming through the tree canopy, and of the birds singing in the background.

  He pushed my knees up and spread my legs, and then began to kiss down the inside of my thigh. I felt it then, a drop of my juice trickled out of me, down the cleft of my bum.

  “Baby, you’re so wet,” he groaned.

  “For you, Daddy.”

  “You have a pretty little pussy.”

  “You like it, Daddy?”

  “Oh, baby, I adore it.”

  He began to kiss my outer lips, and I let my head fall backward, closed my eyes and smiled. He was teasing me, taking it slow, and I loved that. He ran his tongue up my left side, down my right side, and then in between my outer and inner labia. It was all fleeting sensation, all a hint at what was to come. I desperately wanted more, but I didn’t want him to stop, either.

  “Oh, yes!” I whimpered when he finally dragged his tongue up my slit, before briefly touching my bulging clit, sending sparks thrilling through me. I put a hand to my forehead, felt his cum drying on my face, then groped around for my bikini top, and wiped his seed off me.

  He took my clit into his mouth and began to flick at it sporadically with his tongue, left to right, right to left, not yet in a rhythm. I squirmed and bucked my hips into his face, wanting him to just get on with it, but loving that he wasn’t.

  I felt him press the tip of a finger at my entrance, and he began to circle it, driving me wild. He never dipped inside me more than a knuckle, and oh fuck if I didn’t want him to just plunge his finger inside me, and finger me until I came.

  “Daddy,” I whispered. “No, please, don’t. Don’t tease me anymore!”

  I gasped as he settled into a rhythm, licking my clit with his expert tongue. The few boys I’d been with before had tried to go down on me, but they had been all over the place, and just generally had no idea what they were doing.

  But Daddy, he knew what he was doing. He started to push his finger inside me, and all I could do was moan, writhe, and whimper. He fingered me and ate me out, all to a perfect rhythm, perfect timing, and all pulling me forward along the path to bliss.

  “Oh, Daddy,” I hissed as he began to tongue my clit harder. “Yes, Daddy, yes!”

  Before long I was thrashing on the open sleeping bag, squeezing his head in between my thighs, pushing the back of his head down hard onto my pussy while bucking my hips up, and grinding my sex into his face.

  “Daddy, yes! Keep going, keep going!”

  He pushed a second finger inside me, eliciting a silent gasp from my mouth as I felt my canal stretched. It felt so good. I couldn’t believe I had the man I had lusted after for so long, the man who I wasn’t allowed to be with, licking me out, making me feel as good as I’d ever felt before.

  “Don’t stop, Daddy, don’t stop!”

  I was on the path to oblivion. I was so… nearly… there…

  “Daddy!” I cried as he pulled away, halting my ascent. “What?” But I saw in his eyes overwhelming passion, and when I looked down his body I saw that his cock was impossibly harder and larger than before.

  “Fuck me,” I said, nodding. “Fuck me now!”

  He wasted no time in mounting me, and his tip was at my entrance, spreading me, stretching me. I felt my canal swallow his helmet, felt the width of his ridge touching me everywhere inside.

  “Ugh,” I gurgled, a sound so guttural it even surprised me. “Oh, shit, yeah, yeah, fuck me, Daddy, fuck me!”

  He began to slide in and out of me, filling me up like I’d never felt before. It was amazing. It was the best thing I’d ever felt before.

  “Kiss me,” I moaned, and our lips connected. Again it was all passion, and I bit on his lip, unwilling to ever let him go.

  His thrusts were angled upward, and he settled into rhythm, like a piston I hoped would never, ever cease.

  I moaned and shrieked and groaned while he drove himself into me. I clamped my eyes shut when he sent a hand down in between us, fingering my swollen, yearning pearl.

  “Come for Daddy,” he groaned in my ear. “Come hard for Daddy.”

  “I’m going to come, Daddy!” I whispered, feeling myself again toeing that line of no-return. “Shit, shit, shit.”

  I felt my body tense up, felt that spark, that beginning of something big welling inside me.

  “Don’t stop, Daddy! Don’t stop!”

  He didn’t. He fingered my clit faster, made love to me harder. Our two bodies were rocking up and down on the sleeping bag. I could feel his sweat touching mine. The sound of leaves crunching, birds singing, it all faded.

  I dove off the edge.

  I soared.

  “Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!” I screamed as I climaxed. I was submerged in ecstasy, bathed in bliss; rapture.

  “Uh,” he groaned, not stopping, driving me through my sensory overload. I was coming so hard it felt like it could almost hurt; my canal was clenching around his girth; my thighs were on the verge of cramping.

  “Ooohhh!” I cried as his thrusts grew shallower. And then I felt his cock twitch, a great movement inside me, and I knew he was coming, unloading himself for all he was worth inside me, inside his baby girl.

  “Oh, Daddy,” I moaned as his manhood twitched again, and again, and again.

  “Baby,” he groaned, letting himself down gently onto me. “Oh, Kara,” he breathed.

  We held each other tightly, letting the waning feeling of climax shudder its way out of us.

  “I’m so glad we went camping, Daddy.”

  “So am I, Kara.”

  “Let’s do this every year. Mum will probably have to work again, and you know Jake. He won’t want to come.”

  “I’d like that. But this has to be our secret.”

  “I know, Daddy. And I’m happy with that.”

  # # #

  Spreading The Virgin

  By Jade K. Scott

  Jade K. Scott is an erotica author who writes raunchy, hardcore, totally taboo stories about a wide variety of topics, including pseudo-incest between stepfamily members, spanking, bondage, gangbangs and more.

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  Chapter One

  My mother and Lacey’s father got married when we were both twelve years old. I’d always had a bit of a crush on her, but she was my step-sister. It thought it would be wrong to actually pursue her. I was content to peep at her in the shower now and then, and I left it at that.

  When I was eighteen, a friend of mine told me he’d just popped his stepsister’s cherry. I was completely shocked, but the thought of having Lacey that way was intriguing. She had just turned eighteen, and I knew she was still a virgin because I heard her discussing it on the phone with her best friend, Amanda.

  During the conversation, she told Amanda that she wanted to lose her virginity, but she was scared. She also thought it was wrong to have sex outside marriage, but she was conflicted. She was definitely curious, but hesitant.

  After hearing my friend’s story, I knew I had to try to seduce her. Lacey had been in practically every sexual fantasy I’d ever had. Now that I felt liberated from the bonds of propriety, she was all I could think about.

  Our parents had gone out for their weekly date night, and Lacey and I were home alone. She was watching television and munching popcorn in a long sweater and panties. It wasn’t unusual for Lacey to walk around in something that barely covered her, and I took advantage of that whenever I could by sneaking looks up her skirt.

  “Hey, Lace,” I said casually, sitting down and nabbing a handful of popcorn.

  “Hey, Jace,” she muttered, her eyes glued to the television.

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p; Lace and Jace… those were our nicknames for each other. We’d been calling each other that for years.

  “Good movie?” I asked her.

  “Mmm,” she mumbled dismissively, still watching the screen intently.

  I was trying to think of a way to make my move when it just so happened that her movie did the work for me. The two main characters began to make out, and before long, they were involved in a passionate sex scene. Lacey’s eyes widened, and her lips parted slightly. I could tell she was getting excited.

  “Wow, that’s hot,” I said.

  “Yeah,” she agreed.

  “You ever done anything like that?” I asked.

  “Huh?” she asked, her eyes still transfixed on the set.

  “Have you ever… you know… done what they’re doing?” I asked her.

  “No,” she answered, finally looking at me. “Have you?”

  I shook my head.

  “Really?” she asked. “You’re… a virgin?”

  “Yeah. Is that so hard to believe?”

  “Well, yeah. I mean… you’re a guy.”

  I laughed aloud and said, “So?”

  “I just thought guys did it young or something.”

  “I guess most do,” I agreed. “I’m not most guys, though.”

  “That’s true,” she admitted. “So why haven’t you, anyway?”

  “I just haven’t found the right girl,” I lied. “I want my first time to be with the right girl. Maybe with someone I love. Someone I might marry.”

  I thought it might have been my imagination, but Lacey seemed to perk up a little at this statement.

  “Me, too,” she breathed. “I want my first time to be with the guy I’m going to marry.”

  “Hey, if we don’t lose our virginities soon, maybe we should just get married,” I teased.

  “That would be sick,” she said, making a disgusted face.

  “Why? It’s not like we’re really related.”

  “Yeah, but… we’re stepsiblings. It’s… gross.”

  “It’s not gross. People marry their stepsiblings all the time. Woody Allen married his stepdaughter.”

  “We’re not Woody Allen,” she said, rolling her eyes.

  The sex scene on the television intensified, and Lacey turned her eyes back toward it. I noticed her start to squirm slightly, her hips wiggling almost imperceptibly.

  “So you don’t think about having sex?” I asked her.

  “Of course I think about it,” she answered. “I just haven’t had the right opportunity. Do you think about it?”

  “All the time,” I admitted. “It’s hard not to.”

  She suddenly looked intrigued.

  “I’ve heard that about guys. Is it really that difficult not to think about sex?”

  “Yeah, it really is that difficult. I got turned on by a watermelon once.”

  Lacey burst into a fit of laughter.

  “Seriously?”

  “Yeah, seriously,” I admitted. “It’s not really funny, though.”

  “No. It really is funny. It’s really, really funny!” she giggled.

  “It wouldn’t be funny if you knew how hard it is to deal with wanting something so badly and not being able to do it.”

  She immediately turned serious. Her face was curious, and she tilted her head sideways and examined me closely.

  “Do you ever… I mean…” she seemed like she was struggling to find the words.

  “Spit it out, Lace.”

  “Okay, fine. Do you ever get turned on when you look at me?” she asked.

  My face burned, and I knew it must be bright red.

  “You do!” she shrieked with glee.

  “Yeah, sorry. I can’t help it,” I told her, looking away.

  “It’s alright,” she said quietly. “I have a confession to make.”

  “Alright. I’m all ears.”

  “I’ve watched you jerking off in your room a few times,” she blurted out.

  My face burned hotter than ever.

  “Are you serious?”

  “Yeah. I accidentally walked in on you once, and you didn’t notice. So I watched you through a crack in the door. It was so hot that I…” she paused.

  “You what?” I asked breathlessly.

  “I kinda went back to my room and did it, too,” she admitted.

  “You masturbated? Because of me?” I gasped.

  She nodded.

  “God, I wish I could have seen that,” I told her.

  “What if you could?” she asked.

  “Could what?” I asked stupidly.

  “See me… do that…”

  I felt my eyes bug out, and my jaw dropped.

  “I…” I tried to speak, but I couldn’t.

  “I like watching you,” she told me. “I know it’s… like… sick or something. But I can’t help it. So… what if you do it and I do it… and we just watch each other? That wouldn’t be wrong, right?”

  “No, that wouldn’t be wrong,” I said.

  “So… do you want to?” she asked.

  “Of course I want to,” I said, marveling at the stupidity of her question.

  She flushed pink.

  “You first,” she said.

  I flushed.

  “This is embarrassing,” I admitted.

  “Come on,” she begged. “Please?”

  Lacey turned her body to face me, and I could see her panties underneath her sweater. My cock began to throb, and I wanted so badly to see her touch herself. I knew the only way to get her to do it was to start myself. Courageously, I pulled my sweatpants and boxers down and released my hard dick. I took it in my hand, took a deep breath, and began to stroke it.

  “What does it feel like?” she asked curiously, her eyes wide and fixated on it.

  “I don’t know,” I told her. “It feels… good.”

  She watched me stroking it for a moment, and then she leaned back against the arm of the couch and slowly stuck her hand inside her panties. I could see the outline of her hand underneath the fabric, and it started to move up and down.

  “Oh, my God,” I muttered, watching her touch herself. “Is it wet?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. “It’s really wet.”

  “Can I see it?” I asked boldly.

  “No!” she hissed.

  “You can see mine,” I reminded her.

  “Shut up and do it,” she demanded.

  Not wanting to ruin the moment, I complied. She leaned back and pushed her hips a little closer to me, lying further back but still watching me rub my cock. I could see her hand starting to move a little faster, and her chest rose and fell with labored breathing. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to kiss her full lips. I wanted to see her beautiful breasts. I wanted to fuck her.

  “Lacey…” I whispered, stroking my cock faster.

  She moaned softly, her hand moving even faster inside her panties. As she fingered herself, she pulled her panties aside and I caught brief glimpses of her labia. I wanted her so badly I could hardly contain myself.

  “I want to fuck you,” I said bravely.

  “Shh!” she whispered.

  “God damn it! I want to fuck you!” I grunted.

  “Ohh…” she moaned, tilting her head back and grinding her hips against her hand.

  I could tell she was nearing orgasm already, and my throbbing cock wanted to be inside her virgin pussy. In an instant, I was on top of her. My cock pressed against her hand.

  “What are you doing?” she gasped.

  “Please, Lacey,” I begged her. “I want to fuck you!”

  “No! Jason, that’s sick!” she snapped.

  “Lacey, please. I need to fuck you. Please!”

  “Jason, I…” she paused.

  “You know you want to,” I told her. “And I need you so bad I can’t stand it! Please, Lacey!”

  “Don’t ask me to do this,” she begged. “I want to, but I…”

  “If you want to, then do it!” I urged her.
/>   My hard cock pulsated and throbbed against her hand, and I bent my head down and tried to kiss her. She quickly turned her head to the side, and I got a mouth full of hair.

  “Stop!” she demanded, pushing me off into the floor.

  She fled from the room, and I heard her bedroom door slam. I collapsed back and sighed heavily. I had been so close to having her, so close to taking her virginity and giving her mine. I wanted to chase after her. I wanted to burst into her room and tear her clothes from her body and fuck her until she begged for mercy. But I would not force myself on her. If she truly didn’t want me, I had to respect it.

  I headed for the comfort of my own bedroom and locked the door behind me. I crawled into bed and closed my eyes, picturing her rubbing her pussy underneath her panties, and I made myself cum. Somehow, it wasn’t the same.

  Chapter Two

  Things were awkward for a few days. Lacey refused to make eye contact, and she hardly spoke to me at all. I wanted to apologize, but it order to do that, I would have had to acknowledge what happened. It seemed that Lacey just wanted to forget.

  On Friday night, Lacey had a date. He was a sophomore in college, and she’d had a crush on him since he was a senior in high school. When he asked her out, she squealed excitedly after she hung up the phone.

  For hours, she flitted around the house getting ready. Our parents were headed out for date night again, and I was going to be stuck home alone with nothing to do. I sulked broodingly, my arms crossed in front of my chest, as I watched her bouncing around the house preparing for her date.

  Our parents left at eight o’clock, and her date was supposed to arrive at eight-thirty. By nine-fifteen, he still hadn’t shown up, and Lacey was pacing around the living room, shifting the curtains to stare out at the street every time headlights passed our house.

  “Where is he?” she lamented, glancing at the clock on the mantle.

  “Why don’t you call him?” I suggested.

  “What? And seem desperate?” she groaned. “I can’t do that.”

  “Just tell him you were afraid something happened to him,” I said.

  “No way,” she said.