Cheri's Taboo Ten Vol. 2 (Cheri's Taboo Ten Boxset)

by Jean-Luc Cheri

  I cried out again, pressing my ass back on his finger and cock. The two intruders were separated by only a thin membrane of flesh, and I knew he could feel his cock sliding past as it pistoned into me.

  He began fucking me with both his cock and his finger, sending me over the brink. I moaned low in my throat as my orgasm shuddered through me. My cunt and ass pulsed rhythmically around his cock and finger, as the waves of pleasure washed over me.

  This seemed to excite him, and he picked up speed, jamming his cock into my wet, spasming pussy with long, powerful strokes.

  “Yeah, take that cock,” he muttered, his voice hoarse with lust. “Ah, your cunt feels so good.”

  I moaned out an unintelligible response, my fists gripping the bed sheets as my orgasm ebbed inside of me.

  He continued to hammer away, using me for his pleasure, filling my intimate core with his iron bar of a cock. Incredibly, I felt another climax begin, and I screamed out my pleasure as my body began to convulse. Sparks of light went off behind my eyelids, as the ecstasy burst through me. My pussy was always happiest when it had something to grip as it came, and now it was fucking delirious as it spasmed and drooled all over my father’s steely rod. I floated away on a cloud of bliss, as my dad continued to jack-hammer into me.

  But then he slid out of me with a slurp, and I felt myself being moved again. He pulled me to the edge of the bed on my back, so that my head was hanging over the side. I was still in a pleasant daze, recovering from my orgasm, and wasn’t sure exactly what he was doing.

  When I felt his cockhead at my lips, I instinctively opened them, and he slid inside. I opened my eyes, and got a close up view of his balls hanging in front of me. He was standing beside the bed, fucking my mouth as it hung over the side. I groaned around his cock as his hands found my breasts, kneading the soft flesh and teasing my nipples.

  His cock slid in and out, and I made my mouth and lips tight, wanting to give him more pleasure. Once again, his swollen knob began teasing against the back of my throat, and he grunted each time he thrust deep.

  His cockhole was dribbling pre-cum, and the musky male flavor merged with my sweet juices coating his shaft to create a heady mixture, and I lapped at the leaking fluids each time his cock withdrew. Reaching up with my hands, I gripped the base of his cock with one, and cupped his balls with the other, holding him as he continued to fuck my mouth. His fingers twisted my nipples harshly, but I only felt pleasure from his rough treatment.

  “That’s it, Rachael,” he said, “suck my big cock. Do you like that?”

  I grunted out an affirmative.

  “Yeah, I know you do. And I know you want more.”

  He gripped my hair again, and held me firmly in place, as he stopped his thrusting and pressed his cock into me. When I felt it urgent against my throat, I moaned out a garbled ‘no’, and tightened my grip with my hands, holding him back.

  He chuckled softly, and said, “Relax, baby, I know you can do this.” He flexed his hips, and his cockhead pressed into my throat.

  I felt the panic rising in me, and my first reaction was to gag as his cock slid slowly into me. But I took a deep breath through my nose and closed my eyes, forcing myself to relax and open my mouth wider to accept him. I guess it was the angle of my head, but I was surprised to discover my lips sliding further down his shaft.

  I felt a fullness packing my throat, but the urge to gag had been held at bay, as long as I breathed evenly through my nose.

  “Ohhhhh,” he moaned, still pressing with his hips, sliding oh so slowly into my throat. I felt something touch my lips, and opened my eyes to discover it was the hand I held around his thick root. Moving it out of the way, the thick sword continued to inexorably slide inward, and the sparse hairs at the base of his cock tickled my lips as they slid by.

  Then, finally, he was all the way in, and my lips stretched tightly around the sturdy root of flesh. His hairy ballsack pressed into my nose, as his cockhead pulsed inside my clasping throat. I wouldn’t have thought it was possible, and I fought to maintain my calm, knowing that panic was waiting if I thought too much about the huge cock currently lodged in my throat.

  “Ahhhh, fuck,” he grunted with a rasp, his hands still painfully gripping my hair. He held deep for a moment, allowing my throat to get used to his intrusion, and then began to slide slowly out.

  It felt odder going out than in, as the warm, thick cylinder of flesh slid over my skin. My tongue licked at the underside as it slid past, until the swollen ridge of his cockhead nestled up against the back of my lips. I clamped down and sucked hard, refusing to give up all of him, needing at least this part still inside of me. The tip of my tongue pressed into his slitted hole, searching hungrily for more of his nectar.

  He groaned from the sensation, and began his re-entry, sliding completely into my now-willing throat. Beginning his rhythm, he rocked his hips slowly, pressing deep until my lips encircled his base, then back out to allow my tongue a moment with his drooling head.

  Slowly picking up speed as he went, his deep breaths matched his pace, groaning and gasping as he used my mouth for his pleasure.

  “Ohhhh, yeah. So fucking good, baby. You’re a natural at this.”

  I smiled around his thrusting cock, realizing he was right. Past my initial fear, I was now enjoying the feeling of his cock filling my throat, and I could feel sparks of pleasure coming from between my legs. He must have read my mind, because he reached up with one hand and cupped my mound, allowing a finger to slip inside.

  I groaned as he found my clit, and tightened my lips around his cock. He responded by picking up speed, fucking my throat in vigorous thrusts.

  My passion rose quickly, both from his finger in my twat, and his cock in my mouth. Soon, I could feel another orgasm preparing for liftoff.

  He was right there with me, grunting and gasping as his hips rocked against my face, driving his cock deep in animal-like thrusts. I held my mouth open and allowed him to use me, loving the feeling of giving him pleasure. From the sounds of his breaths, he was only moments away from climax, and I decided to help him along.

  Reaching up to cup his balls, my fingers searched below, quickly finding the tight ring of his asshole. Locating the dimpled center with the tip of my middle finger, I pushed hard. He groaned, and his sphincter resisted momentarily, but I pushed again and the tight ring popped open to allow my digit to slide inside.

  His reaction was immediate, and his body locked in a series of violent spasms, and I heard him roar loudly as his cock rammed deep into my throat and began to throb rhythmically. His balls jerked and danced as they pumped their load, and I felt a warmth spreading down my throat and into my stomach, as his seed pulsed into me.

  His hand involuntarily squeezed my cunt, and it was enough to set me off. My cries of pleasure were muffled by his impaling cock, as my orgasm burst like a firework inside of me. I twisted my finger in his ass, feeling his tight entry ring clenching around me in time with the throbbing of his cock. Our orgasms continued, and we clung to each other as they rolled through us in waves, finally ebbing to a contented pleasure.

  He slid his softening cock from me, and I gave it a last kiss as it left my lips. He moved up on the bed and lay on his side, then pulled me into him so my back was against his chest. We were both satisfied to the point of exhaustion, and fell asleep quickly in each other’s warmth.

  Sometime in the middle of the night, I awoke with a sense of disorientation. I was being held in a man’s arms from behind, and I felt a hard cock nudging against my asshole. It took me a moment, but I remembered the night before, and realized that my father wanted me again.

  Reaching down between my legs, I moved the head of his cock to my pussy and rubbed in my entrance, making the tip slick. Then I moved it back down, placing the head directly on my anus, and pushed back hard with my hips. He pressed back, and my tight sphincter gamely resisted his entrance. But my lubrication spread over my anal ring, and his next try was successful as his sw
ollen head stretched open my elastic bumhole and slid inside. I emitted an animalistic groan as his erect dick slid slowly into my forbidden ass, and soon my formerly virgin anus was stretched tightly around the base of his cock.

  I was happy he was gentler with my ass than he had been with my pussy earlier, and we made slow love in the darkness of the room, taking our time and building our passions gradually. But in the end, it was just as frenetic, as we thrust our bodies together in search of our climaxes. My ass shuddered around his shaft as his fingers worked my clit to orgasm, and then his cock jerked and spasmed as it filled my ass channel with hot spurts of his copious cream.

  We fell back asleep with him still inside of me, and when I awoke in the morning he was gone. I was sad, thinking that was the end of it, but a few days later I received an invitation to his wedding in the mail. At the reception, we shared a father-daughter dance, and he told me I was welcome to come and visit him and his new wife, maybe even stay over a few days.

  “But Daddy,” I said with a coquettish smile, “I’m still in the habit of walking around the house in my underwear. I don’t want to be teasing you.”

  “Not a problem,” he said. “But just remember it’s a two way street, and I can tease just as good as you.”

  “Mmm, my pussy knows that very well.”

  He laughed and pulled me tighter to him.

  # # #

  Taboo Dark Side

  “Hello? Anyone home?”

  I waited for a response, my hand still on the doorknob, expecting my mom or stepdad to appear at any moment. But when no one showed, I stepped into the living room and closed the door, looking around at the familiar surroundings.

  Even though I’d grown up in this house, I still felt weird being here alone. I’d moved out three years ago after getting married, but I needed to pick up a few things from my old bedroom. I went down the hallway and opened my bedroom door.

  It was almost like I was back in high school again, with my Justin Timberlake posters on the walls. I’d told my mom I didn’t care if she threw it all out and used the room for something else, but she insisted on keeping it like I’d left it, telling me, “You never know.”

  Although she never came out and said it, I knew she never liked my husband, Teddy, and I was pretty sure she thought our marriage wasn’t going to last. So she was keeping my room ready for that eventuality. She’d started bugging me about grandkids, and I knew that if I got pregnant, that would go a long way in assuring her that Teddy and I were going to stay together.

  It’s not like we weren’t trying. Three years in, we were still pretty much fucking once a day, sometimes more, and we never used protection. But my periods kept coming. Finally, about nine months ago, we went to a fertility specialist and got tested. Turns out Teddy had a low sperm count and our chances of conceiving were slim. They gave us some strategies to use, like him not ejaculating for a whole week before fucking me. But that was a disaster, with me discovering him jerking off in the shower while he was supposed to be abstaining. Not that I could blame him. If I had to go a week without coming, I’d be humping the dog.

  I opened my dresser and began searching for the clothes I needed. Despite being married, I kept myself in great shape, and could still fit into all my single clothes. I had a few cousins who blew up like balloons once they put the ring on, and I swore I would never do that. As an added benefit, I got plenty of appreciative looks from guys, and a few at work even tried to hit on me.

  I was pulling out a pair of shorts when I heard the front door open and then close, followed by the sound of someone in the living room. I stood and headed out, intending on saying hello. But as I reached the end of the hall, the doorbell rang, and something caused me to stop and pull back.

  The door opened, and I heard my stepfather’s deep voice mutter, “What the hell?” I leaned my head around the corner to take a peek.

  There was a young girl standing outside the outer glass door. Dad pushed it open slightly and said, “Alicia, what’re you doing here?”

  “I need to talk to you, Mr. Davis.”

  “About what?”

  “Just stuff. Can I come in?”

  “Alicia, this is very inappropriate. I’m your teacher. You shouldn’t be coming to my house. We can talk at school tomorrow.”

  She shook her head. “We can’t talk about this at school. It has to be private.”

  “I’m sorry, but I can’t allow this. Go home.” He began to close the door.

  “My sister said to say hello.”

  He stopped, paused, and pulled the door back open. “Excuse me?”

  She smiled softly. “My sister, Katie. The one in college? She said to say hello. She misses you.”

  I heard the agitation in my father’s voice. “That’s nice.”

  The girl smiled again. “She told me everything. How nice you were to her. How you were willing to help her out when she needed it.”

  “Alicia, that was different.”

  “Why’s it different? I’m willing to do the same thing she did for you. Maybe even more.”

  Dad shook his head. “No, I can’t.”

  “Do you really want to have this conversation on your porch for your neighbors to see? Let me in.”

  He thought for a moment, then held the door open wide. “Fine, but just for a few minutes.”

  She smiled and came inside, and I got a better look at her. Damn, she was pretty. Long blond hair and blue eyes, with a smoking hot body featuring large breasts, at least for a high-schooler. I guessed she was probably a cheerleader.

  Dad closed the door. “What do you want, Alicia?”

  “It’s simple. I want an A in Math.”

  “You’re not even close to earning an A.”

  “But I need an A to get into Stanford. I do well in all my other classes, but Math’s a mystery to me. You know I’ve been trying. It’s not fair that this one little thing is keeping me out of the college I want to attend.”

  “You’ve got the grade you’ve earned. Maybe if you’d come to me earlier for tutoring, I could’ve helped you. But we’re only a few weeks from graduation. There’s nothing I can do.”

  “Of course there’s something you could do. You could give me an A.”

  “That wouldn’t be fair to the rest of the class.”

  “You did it for Katie.”

  Dad’s body stiffened slightly. “Katie was different.”

  “I’m her sister. I’m not much different than her.” She stuck her breasts out further.

  What the hell was going on here? This couldn’t be what it looked like, because my father would never do anything like that. He was as straight as an arrow. I know, because I’d tried to tempt him myself.

  Mom and I had moved to this town a few years after my real dad died. I was ten at the time, and Garrett – that’s my stepdad – was a teacher at the local high school. Even though I was only in middle school, somehow my mom and Garrett met, and it was instant chemistry. After a year of dating they were married, and he became my dad.

  I always thought he was handsome, and when he would come to pick up my mom when they were dating, I would innocently flirt with him as only ten year old girls can do. He was tall with dark hair, and a lean, fit body that was so unlike the other teachers. When he would hug me, I would press my face into his neck and inhale his scent – a scent that would always comfort me as I grew over the years. He was thirty-two when he married my mom, a year younger than her. Two years after they were married, my little brother Jamie was born, and a year and a half later, my sister Maggie was added to the family. Unlike Teddy, Garrett’s sperm was obviously in fine working order.

  When I hit thirteen, the hormones kicked in, and my body began to change. Along with it came powerful urges that I couldn’t understand, and I found myself thinking thoughts about boys I’d never experienced before. I gave my first blowjob to Timmy Sanders behind the local skating rink when I was fifteen, and lost my virginity a year later to a senior named Andy Yount
in the bed of his pickup truck.

  I discovered I loved sex, and only the concern over getting a bad reputation prevented me from trying to screw every boy in my high school. So instead I settled on going steady with one for a while, wearing him out with my demands for sex, and then moving on to another a few months later. So while I still got the reputation for being a slut, at least I kept the numbers down.

  My attention turned to my stepfather one day when I was a senior. I’d forgotten that the shower in my parents’ bathroom was being repaired, and although the door to the upstairs bathroom was closed, I just pulled it open and walked right in, just like I normally did.

  He was standing on the bathmat drying off, and when he saw me his eyes opened wide and he covered his crotch with his towel. But he wasn’t quite fast enough, and I got a quick glimpse of his cock.

  Oh my god. It was the biggest one I’d ever seen. Even though it was soft, it was longer than most of the high-school erections I’d had inside me. Hanging down over his balls in a relaxed curve, it was thick and heavy looking, with a well-defined head.

  I gave a little yelp and covered my eyes, apologizing profusely before running out of the room. But that night as I lay in bed, I recalled the image I’d seen as my fingers worked between my spread thighs, gliding over my engorged clit. After bringing myself to multiple climaxes, I fell asleep with a smile, my mind filled with ideas of how I was going to seduce my stepfather.

  Of course, the fantasy was much better than the reality. I made my move one night after Mom had gone to bed and Dad was watching a TV movie on the living room couch. I changed into a long nightshirt and panties and asked him if he wanted some company. He said sure, so I sat on the couch next to him, snuggling against his shoulder. He put his arm around me and I pressed my cheek into his chest, inhaling his wonderful scent as I pretended to watch the screen.