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

by Jean-Luc Cheri

  “Clean yourself up,” he said as he took her arm and ushered her through the open door. Then he closed it, took a deep breath, and began walking towards me. I darted back around the corner and ran to my room, closing the door just in time. I heard him go into his bedroom and a minute later the shower came on. I smiled.

  My mind set, I began to disrobe. Glancing at the clock, I saw we still had an hour before Mom was due home with the kids. Plenty of time for what I had planned. And I knew now he couldn’t refuse me.

  Naked, I crept across the hall to his bedroom and went inside, listening to the sound of the shower coming from under the closed bathroom door. I opened it quickly and stepped into the warm mist, closing the door behind me.

  The shower had sliding glass doors, and I went to the back one, pushing it open and stepping inside before quickly sliding it back. My father was washing his hair, facing away from me into the spray of the shower.

  “Home early, babe?” he asked, without turning around.

  Instead of answering him, I pressed against his back, flattening my breasts against his skin as I wrapped my arms around his waist.

  He chuckled. “Looks like someone’s frisky.”

  He felt wonderful, and I ran my hands up and down his chest and stomach, slick from the lather.

  “I’ve been missing you,” he said, reaching back with one hand to caress my hip. It was odd to see him gentle and loving this way with who he though was my mom, when just a few minutes ago he was brutally fucking that teenage girl.

  I kissed his back and slid my hand lower, encircling the base of his cock with my fingers. It was thick and heavy, even flaccid, and a pang of lust twisted through my cunt.

  “Mmm,” he said, “that feels nice.”

  Encouraged, I began to stroke him. I wondered if he’d be able to recover quickly after blasting a full load into Alicia’s mouth, but my question was answered as he began to swell under my touch. God, I was so hot.

  My hand slid up and down his slick shaft, and it continued to grow, arching out and then upward as it solidified into the cock of a man, so unlike my husband’s. As I took time to massage his balls, he groaned from my caresses.

  “You always know what it takes to get me hard,” he said, as he leaned forward and placed his soapy hair under the spray. “Give me a minute and I’ll return the favor.”

  I moved my hand back to his cock and began to jerk him, wanting him as horny as possible when he discovered who I really was. My thumb played over the hole, feeling the extra-slippery sensation of his pre-cum oozing out.

  Finally, his hair was clean, and he turned around with a grin, wiping the water from his eyes.

  I stepped back slightly and smiled at him, awaiting the coming explosion.

  His eyes opened and his smile stayed on for a moment as his brain tried to comprehend the sight before him. But suddenly, he frowned as his eyebrows shot up.

  “Sharon?”

  I grinned wider. “Hi, Dad.”

  “What the hell are you doing?”

  “Taking a shower with you. Rubbing your cock.”

  His eyes went wide. “What the hell has gotten into you?”

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  I saw the anger gathering in his expression. “Sharon, that’s enough. I told you about this once before.”

  “I don’t care.”

  “You’re my god damn daughter. We can’t be doing this. Get the hell out of here.”

  I reached for his half-hard cock, but he quickly swatted my hand away.

  “Knock it off.”

  I giggled and reached again, and this time he grabbed my wrist and twisted it away. “I said knock it off!”

  “Relax, Daddy, I just want to make you feel good.”

  He scrutinized me. “Are you drunk?”

  I laughed again. “No, just horny for big cock. Like yours.”

  He glared at me. “Sharon, that’s inappropriate.”

  “I know. But I’ve discovered you like doing inappropriate things.”

  “What the hell are you talking about?”

  “I saw.”

  “What did you see?” His expression was now wary.

  “I saw you with her. Alicia. Your student.”

  His eyes went wide, and he stepped back slightly. But the moment of discomposure vanished, and he glared at me again.

  “I don’t know what the hell you think you saw, but I did not–”

  “Dad, I saw everything. I saw her sucking your big dick and then I saw you bend her over the couch and fuck her like she was a rutting mare. Then I saw you come in her mouth, making her choke and gag on your dick.”

  He stared at me wide-eyed, taking even breaths. I could see him thinking behind his eyes assessing the new situation. Finally, his shoulders slumped.

  “You saw?”

  “Everything. I even know you fucked her sister, Katie. How many others have there been, Dad? How many young teenage girls have you stuffed full with that big cock of yours?”

  “Sharon, I–”

  “And you’re out there fucking them while you refused me.”

  His eyes opened wide again.

  “Sharon, that’s different.”

  “Not only refusing me, but ridiculing me for trying. Do you know how that felt?”

  “You’re my daughter for fuck’s sake.”

  “No, I’m your stepdaughter.”

  “That’s not fair. I always treated you like my own.”

  “That doesn’t change the fact there’s nothing stopping us from being together.”

  “I’m married to your mother.”

  “That hasn’t stopped you from fucking high school girls.”

  “That’s a different part of me. I can’t control it when it gets loose.”

  “Why couldn’t you fuck me like that?”

  “I wanted to, but my job is to protect you from that.”

  I reached out and took hold of his flagging cock.

  “Sharon, don’t”

  I began to stroke him, smiling slightly as our eyes met.

  “Please, we can’t.”

  “Yes, we can. And we are.” I felt his cock begin to swell and stiffen.

  “Sharon, you have to understand, when I get like that I change. It’s hard to control myself.”

  My smile widened. “Exactly. That’s how I want to be fucked. Like you fucked Alicia.”

  His eyes flashed with understanding as his cock sprang to hardness in my hand. “You want that?”

  “Yes, Daddy.” I met his gaze, continuing to slide my hand up and down his now rigid shaft.

  He sighed softly as he rose back to full height before me, his shoulders straightening. After a long pause, he said, “You want to get fucked, little girl?”

  My desire pulsed hotly through me. “Yes.”

  “You want my big cock in your tight, little cunt?”

  I whimpered. “Please.”

  He reached out and gripped my throat in his hand, squeezing it snugly. Using his strength, he pressed me against the back wall of the shower and moved close, his eyes looking down at mine. I whimpered again.

  “I’m going to fuck you like that poor excuse of a husband of yours never has.” His hand slid around to the back of my neck and grabbed a handful of hair, twisting it painfully and causing my head the tilt back. He leaned down with his lips close to mine. “Is that what you want, cunt?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  He kissed me hard, his tongue probing forcefully into my mouth. I sucked on it eagerly, as if it were a miniature cock. His other hand found my breast and squeezed, causing the nipple to rise up hard against his palm.

  “Ooooh,” I groaned into his mouth. His cock was still in my hand, and I gripped it tightly. It felt solid, like it was made out of steel. My pussy quivered at the thought of it being buried inside of me.

  He groaned from the pressure, and responded by twisting my nipple between his fingers, causing me to cry out.

  “Is your cunt wet for me?”
he grunted against my lips.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  Keeping his hand tight in my hair, he slid the other down my stomach to cup my mound. I kept it shaved smooth, and I gasped from the contact of his skin on mine. Wasting no time, he pressed a thick finger into my slit, burrowing it into my tight core.

  “Uhhh,”

  “Oh yeah, you’re a tight one. What, Teddy’s cock not stretching you out enough?” He chuckled.

  I moaned. “Please.”

  He fucked me with his finger, jamming it deep, causing my breasts to quiver.

  “Yessss,” I hissed.

  “This is going to be good. Payback for all that teasing you used to do. Running around the house in your little panties, showing off your sweet ass and making my dick hard.”

  “Oh god.” His finger continued to fuck me, and when he added a second, I cried out and squeezed his cock harder, needing the real thing inside of me.

  “You want your Daddy to fuck you, so I’m going to fuck you hard. I’m going to ruin you for every other man.”

  “Please.” I was panting with lust, my pussy drooling all over his fingers. “Ruin my cunt. Make me yours.”

  He pressed closer to me and slid his hands to my hips. I felt myself being lifted up onto him, and I spread my thighs around his waist, gripping his ass with my calves. The front of his cock rode into the furrow of my spread pussy, and I groaned into his mouth again.

  He moved his hands down to grip my asscheeks, and shifted his hips, aligning his bloated cockhead with my entrance. I didn’t have time to prepare before he dropped me, skewering my cunt down onto his jutting dick.

  I cried out loudly, arching my back and tilting my head towards the ceiling. His thick cock stretched me open, wider than anything ever had before, sliding halfway in until the tightness forced him to stop. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him tightly, gasping out in lust as my pussy tried to take him deeper.

  He grunted and moved his hands to my hips, using his strength to press me down. I wailed in painful pleasure as he slowly slid deeper, parting my inner walls with the blunt head of his dick, forcing them wide as he packed my cunt to its limits.

  His biceps flexed as he pressed down harder, impaling me on his massive shaft. My slick juices flowed around his invading thickness, making his cock skin slippery enough to slide through my gripping channel. My stretched inner labia forced my clit down against the back side of his shaft, and I squealed at the delicious sensation of it dragging over his slick skin.

  Finally, he lodged completely inside me with a grunt, and I felt the mouth of my cunt stretch around the thick base of his dick, drooling its honey down onto his balls. I’d never even imagined this sensation could exist, and I tightened my legs around him, wanting to keep him inside me forever.

  “Yesss,” I mewled. “Oh Daddy, it feels so good. Ohhhh.”

  He growled out a response and moved his hands back to my ass, gripping me tightly and lifting me slowly. It felt like my insides were being pulled outward as his cock slid out of my cunt, my reluctant walls not willing to give him up. But he lifted me until just his fat cockhead remained, paused for a moment, and then let me go, allowing me to drop back onto his dick, sheathing back over his engorged hardness in one sudden thrust.

  My climax burst like a dam, sudden and unexpected as his cock filled me to my limits. My pussy walls spasmed and clenched, rippling up and down his thick shaft as the waves of pleasure jerked through me. I bit into his neck and clung tightly to him, keeping my throbbing cunt tightly lodged on his cock, riding out my orgasm with cries of bliss.

  Before it was over, I felt the world spinning, and opened my eyes to discover he was carrying me out of the shower.

  Both of us dripping, he took me to his bed with his cock still deep inside of me. He fell on top of me, my back striking the mattress and his dick jamming even tighter into my clasping pussy. Wasting no time, he began to fuck me again, driving his hips between my spread thighs.

  I was like a butterfly pinned for display as his weight pressed me down into the bed, his cock piercing deep. I felt his strength as he worked, pistoning his thick shaft into my drooling cunt. Twinges of pleasure sparkled through me from the remnants of my previous climax, but I could feel another building inside of me as he skewered my tight flesh with his ramming dick.

  When I looked up into his eyes, I saw nothing but dark lust clouding his features. His gaze bore through me as he focused on his pleasure, rutting into me like a wild animal. I held myself wide open in welcome, wanting him to use me to satisfy his desires. My breasts bounced with every hard thrust, and I felt his cockhead slamming into my cervix each time he plunged deep. I trailed my fingernails down his back, following the curve of his spine up onto his ass, where I gripped the muscular globes, feeling his power as they flexed and unflexed.

  “This what you wanted?” His voice was thick and raspy.

  “Yes,” I panted.

  “You have a nice, tight cunt.”

  “Fuck me, Daddy.”

  “Only a slut would want to fuck her father.”

  “Yesss.”

  “Do you like my cock inside of you?”

  “Oh god. You stretch me so wide.”

  He picked up speed, slamming my gaping slit again and again. I curled my legs up around his back and hunched up against him, meeting his thrusts with my hungry pussy. The room was filled with our grunts and the slapping sound of our bodies coming together.

  Leaning his head down, he latched his lips around my nipple. When his teeth clamped down, I gave a yelp of pain and felt my pussy spasm around his fat dick. He licked and chewed at my straining bud, then left it to cool in the air as he switched to the other.

  “Uh, uh, fuck me, fuck me,” I chanted as I pulled his ass down against me, forcing his cock harder into my core. Our breathing picked up, and I knew we were both close, the only question being which of us would get there first.

  His cock whipsawed in and out of my cunt, battering my tender tissues as he pounded in to me. My clit glided over his slick skin, pushing me closer to the edge. With each thrust his dangling nutsack slapped against my upturned asshole, adding to my pleasure.

  I won the race as my climax overwhelmed me, jolting through my body like I’d touched a live wire. I cried out loudly and gripped his body with my thrashing arms and legs, feeling my cunt grasp his thrusting cock in vise-like spasms. He growled loudly and arched his back, planting his cock deep into my quim as he groaned and began to jet his seed.

  I soared to a higher plateau of pleasure when I felt his warm cum filling my feminine core. Pulse after pulse of male essence surged into my womb, bathing me in its creamy froth. I closed my eyes and clung to him as the storm continued to rage inside of me.

  We held there for several minutes, our bodies locked together in lust, until he softened and slid out with a wet slurp. Then he sat back on his haunches and looked down at me.

  “Your mom’s due back any minute. You’d better get dressed.”

  I stretched and smiled. “Mmm, you fuck so good, Daddy.”

  “Hush now. Get dressed.”

  I cupped my pussy in my hand, feeling his seed oozing out of me. “You really filled me up.”

  He grabbed my arm and got off the bed, pulling me with him. “Put your damn clothes on.”

  I giggled and leaned up to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Okay, Daddy, but this isn’t the last time we get together.”

  And it wasn’t. I went home every Tuesday afternoon to spend some quality time with my father, and I would leave with an achy but satisfied pussy, oozing his cream into my panties all the way home. Of course, I continued to also fuck my husband, but he didn’t come close to satisfying me like my daddy did.

  Three months later I proudly showed Teddy the pregnancy test I’d peed on, and he grinned wide and hugged me, dragging me into the bedroom for a celebratory fuck. As he pumped his average cock in and out of my impregnated cunt, I fantasized about the real father of my child, w
ishing it was his cock filling me.

  # # #

  Sharing a Taboo Bed

  I sat in the car and stared at the old farmhouse. So many memories. My formerly bright and cheery childhood home now looked tired and worn. No one had lived in it for five years, since Mom and Dad moved to the senior care facility. And now they were both gone – Mom two years ago, and then Dad a year and a half later.

  Will and I had been putting this off, not wanting to accept the reality. If this house still held all of their stuff, then our parents weren’t really gone. But now, six months after Dad’s death, we decided this weekend would be the one when we would finally clear the place out, getting it ready to be sold.

  I had a key, and I could have gone in by myself, but I wasn’t ready to face it alone. So I was waiting for my brother to arrive, sifting through the memories in my mind.

  * * *

  Will and I met twenty-five years ago, when we were both eight, thrown together as a family when our parents re-married. So I guess that would make him my stepbrother, but I never thought of him in that way. He was just my brother.

  Our parents had both started their families late, so they were in their mid-forties when they married each other. It seemed like a marriage of convenience at first – both of them losing their spouses and having to run farms on their own. Getting married and pooling their resources seemed like the logical thing to do. But my brother and I watched the remoteness between them quickly turn into caring love, and we felt the security once again of being in a loving home.

  Will and I were a typical brother and sister, having the occasional argument, but mostly getting along. When we weren’t in school, we spent most of our time with each other, since we didn’t have that many close neighbors. Our days were filled with chores and then playing together in the barn, or hanging out down by the small pond in the woods.

  Just typical siblings, except for one small detail.

  It started when we were twelve, and my mother’s sister came to stay with us for a few weeks. Aunt Janie had gone over to her neighbor’s house to borrow some sugar, and when no one answered the unlocked door, she became concerned, and went in to check. To her surprise, she discovered her husband, who was supposed to be at work, between her neighbor’s legs. So she had left Uncle Max, and was staying with us until she could rent a place to live. Of course, being twelve at the time, we weren’t given the real reason she was there. We were told that Uncle Max was sick, and Aunt Janie was staying with us so she wouldn’t catch what he had.