21 Taboo Tales

by Robin Pressley

  “Sorry,” he says, “Lost my balance there.”

  He’s between my thighs and I can feel something hard in his shorts pressing against me between my legs.

  Oh my. Is that what I think it is? But it couldn’t really be that big.

  Could it?

  Jared props himself on his elbow and starts to raise himself up off of me, but I place my fingertips on the scruffy line of his angular jaw.

  “Wait,” I breath.

  “What?” Jared asks, something unreadable flashing across his eyes. “Are you okay?”

  I can’t hold back any longer. I know that I shouldn’t want him, but nobody gets to choose what they want—it just happens. Fuck it.

  I lean up and place my lips on his. His lips relax and he kisses me back. The touch of his mouth on mine is soft and sensual.

  Then he pulls away.

  “Maureen,” he says in a low voice. “We can’t do this. I—”

  My fingers clutch at his shirt, unwilling to let him get away from me.

  “Don’t you like me?” I pout.

  “Maureen, you know I like you. I love you darling but…”

  His voice is trembling with barely contained desire.

  “Don’t you want me?” I whisper.

  Jared sighs and leans his weight on one elbow. His eyes darken as he fixes me with his intense gaze.

  “Believe me, Mo, I’ve wanted to this for longer than you know, but…”

  “But what?” I say.

  “It’s not right,” Jared says. “When I promised your father I would take care of you, I don’t think this is what he had in mind.”

  He pulls away but I clutch at his shirt. I need him now, more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life. And I know he needs me too.

  “Jared,” I ask, “wouldn’t Daddy want me to be happy?”

  “Of course he would.” He strokes a stray hair back from my face.

  “Then make me happy,” I beg him, my voice barely a whisper.

  The yearning flares in his eyes. Whatever force of will is holding him back, it’s barely able to restrain his desire.

  “Don’t hesitate,” I say. “To hesitate is to die.”

  His hand cups my head and he crushes his lips to mine in a scorching, stinging kiss. I clutch at his back, squeezing the thick straps of hard muscle beneath the soft fabric of his shirt. Our need for each other is so excruciating that I feel like we might just break each other.

  But we don’t break. We melt. At last the tension disappears, and our mouths meld together, followed by our bodies. I lose myself completely in his strong and comforting embrace, and when I part my lips for him, his tongue penetrates me, exploring my mouth while his hands explore my body.

  4. JARED

  Whatever meager defenses I had built up against her, she crumbled them with a breath, this beautiful girl.

  My body covers hers. My arms wrap around her tiny frame. I’m ten times stronger than her, but she has power over me in ways I don’t think she even realizes.

  Her tongue rolls against mine, soft and sensuous. She gasps faintly into my mouth as my hands run up her rib cage, finding her breasts and squeezing her supple flesh.

  I’ve tried for so long to make her hard—to toughen her body and mind for survival in an unforgiving world. But despite my best efforts, her body has remained soft and feminine—the yin to my yang.

  “God, I’ve wanted this so bad,” I growl. “I’ve needed you, little one.”

  She whimpers underneath me as my hands rove over her scantily clad body, kneading her breasts, caressing her bare thighs, and cupping her perfect supple ass.

  “Take me, Jared,” she sighs as she squirms and writhes under my touch. “Take it all.”

  I suck the hot flesh of her neck, tasting the salt of her sweat and the tang of her skin. I nibble the delicate lobes of her ears and the soft sweet sounds she makes set my skin afire.

  She’s bringing out the beast in me, and I can’t hold back. My cock is hard as steel and straining against my shorts. Her tiny hand touches me there.

  “Jared!” she gasps and her eyes gape wide as her palm cups the blunt bulb of my head through my shorts. “It’s so big!”

  She slips her fingers beneath my elastic waistband and touches me for real, skin on skin.

  “And so hard,” she sighs.

  I do some slipping of my own, working my fingers beneath her bra to squeeze the soft, hot flesh of her breasts. Her nipples are as hard as my dick, and I strum them lightly making her gasp and moan as she caresses me.

  “Too many clothes,” I say.

  I never thought I would say that about an outfit as skimpy as hers, but right now I’m hating every single thread of fabric that separates her skin from mine.

  She raises her arms long enough for me to pull her top off over her head, and her perfect, plump tits jiggle free. Her erect, pink nipples are absolutely begging to be sucked, and I oblige them lustily.

  “Oh Jared,” she whines grinding her hips against my crotch, “What are you doing to me?”

  I want to ask her the same thing, but right now my mouth is full of her delicious flesh. I suck her nipple hard, swelling the already erect nub with even more bloodflow. At the same time, I flick the tip of my tongue over it inside my mouth. Maureen cries out with pleasure.

  “Please,” she begs, “Please…”

  I turn my attention to her other breast as her little fingers scramble at my shirt, pulling it off of me too.

  We hold each other tightly and I kiss her deeply once more on the mouth. She bites softly at my lower lip.

  “I want to taste you.” Her breath is warm against my face. “I want to taste your cock.”

  Normally when sparring, I would never give up the top position, but this naughty little girl is able to make me roll over onto my back with just a few simple words. I told you she had power over me.

  She rolls over with me and straddles my legs. Her fingers grip my shorts and pull them down my thighs, and my cock springs free.

  Maureen licks her lips as she gazes at it hungrily.

  “Oh my God, Jared,” she giggles, “How have you been hiding this yummy cock from me all this time?”

  I prop myself up on my elbows and watch with amazement as she bends down and kisses my tip. A pearl of pre-cum oozes out of me, and she sucks it away, making me groan with pleasure.

  “Do you like this,” she asks as she runs her lips along the length of my shaft. “Do you like it when I kiss your hard cock?”

  I merely nod since my tongue seems to have stopped working along with my brain. At this point, I’m basically just a cock and a heartbeat.

  “What about when I lick it?” she teases in her naughty little girl voice. “Do you like that?”

  She licks the soft, moist blade of her tongue from my root up to head. The way she flicks her tongue tip at the end makes my cock bob back and forth.

  “Oh fuck that’s so good,” I groan.

  “Mm, you do like that, don’t you?” she says with a mischievous grin. She’s such a dirty little angel. “And what about when I suck it?”

  She takes my throbbing head into her mouth and sucks me hard, her wet tongue swirling over the tip inside her mouth. My fists clench and my stomach tenses. I can’t believe we’re doing this. This is way over the line. But there’s no turning back now.

  I reach down and grip her ponytail like a handle as she begins bobbing her head on my pole. She takes my shaft deeper with each stroke, going inch by inch until my cockhead is all the way down her fucking throat.

  “Damn, you have such a perfect little mouth, baby,” I pant.

  The wet slurping sounds coming from her throat are so fucking raunchy, and just those sounds are almost enough to put me over the edge. She deepthroats me, straining to take my entire cock inside her face without gagging. Her eyes begin to water.

  “Maureen,” I moan, “I’m so fucking deep in you.”

  I can feel her start to gag, and I pull her back by
her ponytail. She comes up gasping for air as thick strings of saliva stretch from my dick to her lips.

  “You taste so fucking good,” she rasps before diving back in for more.

  She’s ravenous, sucking me so hard you’d think she was trying to draw blood. Her head is bobbing furiously now as she slurps my straining knob. Drool coats my shaft and drizzles down, tickling my aching balls.

  I want to release so bad. But not in her mouth. Not yet.

  Gripping her ponytail tight, I pull her head off of me again.

  “Jared?” she asks.

  “Get up,” I tell her sternly.

  She gulps but does exactly as I tell her, just like a good girl. I stand up too.

  “Jared, what’s wrong?” she asks.

  “Nothing’s wrong,” I tell her, turning her around. “Now bend over and put your hands on that punching bag.”

  She obeys me, leaning forward and steadying herself with her hands on the leather heavy bag.

  “A-are you going to fuck me?” she whimpers.

  I answer her by ripping her spandex shorts off of her. And when I say rip, I mean I literally tear the fabric to shreds with my bare hands, exposing her luscious little ass and all of the treasures between her beautiful legs. I’m completely out of control now. Raw animal lust.

  I drop to my knees and bury my face in her heaven.

  5. MAUREEN

  I cry out as Jared seizes my hips and plants his face between my cheeks. He’s licking lustily, running his tongue over my ass and my needy, dripping wet pussy. Steadying myself against the heavy bag, I curve my back even more, giving him better access to my most sensitive parts.

  “Oh yes, Jared. Don’t stop,” I moan. “Please don’t stop.”

  He’s feasting on my pussy and ass like he’s a wild animal. I’ve never seen him like this except when he’s fighting and his animalistic bloodlust takes over. But this right here is just plain old lust in its purest form, and I’m loving every minute of it.

  “Eat me,” I whine. “Eat me alive.”

  The scruff of his beard is rough and scratchy against my soft tender skin. But his lips and tongue are so soft and warm and wet as they work my backside over. Then he grips my hips and forcefully spins me around so he can eat me from the front. I hook one leg over his shoulder as he goes to work on me.

  “Please, Jared,” I gasp as my breathing becomes labored. “Please…”

  He growls into my wet pussy as he laps my slick juices. His tongue are works my tingling clit in tight circles. I clench my fingernails tight into the leather of the heavy bag and let myself go, cumming on his handsome face. My body quakes as waves of pleasure ripple out from my core.

  At last, I finish, and Jared stands, his mouth and chin glistening wet with my juices. His hard dick presses against me as he pulls me against him.

  “Good girl,” he rasps. “Now I want you to cum on my cock baby girl.”

  I put my hands against the broad, furred expanse of his powerful chest. There’s something I need him to know first.

  “Jared, I’ve never done it before,” I whisper.

  His eyes go wide and his jaw slackens.

  “You mean you’re a virgin?” he asks.

  “I mean I haven’t done any of this before,” I say, still panting from my orgasm. “This is all new for me. But I want you to be my first.”

  Jared clutches me even tighter.

  “Your first and only,” he growls.

  He’s so aggressive when he wants to be, and it turns me on like nobody’s business. I want him inside me so bad—more than I’ve ever wanted or needed anything in my life. But the thrill of the amazing orgasm he just gave me has emboldened me. I’m feeling extra naughty, and I want my first time to be really special.

  He wants to be my first and only? I’m gonna make him work for it.

  I swivel my hips and duck out of his grasp, spinning away from him. He flashes me a wild-eyed bewildered look like a hungry beast. I grin at him.

  “You want this?” I ask in a sultry voice as I slide my fingers down to the little tuft above my cleft. “You’re going to have to take it.”

  “Maureen.” His voice is trembling with desire.

  “Take it,” I repeat. “I want to feel your strength. If it’s too much, I can always say ‘uncle.’”

  He matches my grin and his eye flash with mischief. He likes my little game.

  Jared circles me, slowly closing the distance. I try to watch his hips to anticipate his next move, but that darn enormous cock of his distracts me. Quick as lightning he’s on me, his powerful arms wrapping around my back.

  I struggle, trying to twist away, but he turns his hips, pulling me down the mat and mounting me.

  My heart is pounding. I want him so fucking bad now, but I want to feel all of his power—I want him to overpower me and take me with his throbbing cock.

  Raising my knees up to my chest, I press my feet against his hips, trying to push him away with my legs. My form is good, but he’s just to damn strong. There’s no way I can resist an elite fighter like Jared.

  “Now I’m going to claim this sweet little pussy,” Jared growls.

  Gripping my ankles, he forces my legs apart and settles his body between my quivering thighs. The underside of his rigid shaft strokes the groove of my drenched slit as he rolls his hips against me. My defenses are useless—I’m completely powerless beneath the weight and strength of this hot older stud.

  “I’m going to mark you, and make you mine babygirl.” His voice is a deep, bestial rumble. “Mine for keeps.”

  “Jared,” I gasp as he glides his blunt cockhead down between my dewey folds to press against my opening.

  If I said “uncle” now he would stop. But I don’t want him to stop. I want him inside me. I want every hot inch of his raw cock and every drop of cum in those heavy balls.

  I want him to fuck a baby into me.

  “Mine,” he rumbles again.

  Pinning me beneath his weight, he enters me, the supple helmet of his penis slipping inside my hungry little hole. He’s almost too big for me—almost—and the girth of his cock stretches me to my limits.

  “Oh God, Jared,” I cry as he slides deeper into me. “Oh fuck.”

  “Does it hurt,” He rasps, and the tone of concern that creeps into his masculine voice is so fucking cute. I love how much he wants to protect me.

  “Mm-hm,” I whine, “But don’t stop. Whatever you do please don’t fucking stop. I need all of you inside me.”

  He caresses my face so tenderly.

  “Give it to me,” I beg.

  At last his bottoms out inside me. All of the pain melts away, replaced by the most amazing sensation of total fullness. I’m complete now with my handsome older man planted deep in my core.

  “Oh fuck, Mo, your little pussy feels so good it’s unreal,” he groans.

  “Fuck me,” I plead, “Use me like your dirty little fuck toy.”

  Jared’s eyes ignite with raw lust, and a devilish grin curls the corners of his mouth.

  “Is that what you want, little one?” he hisses between clenched teeth as he draws his hips back. “You want to get fucked hard?”

  I nibble my lip and nod.

  He slams into me, filling me up again. I cry out in ecstasy. Even just one thrust nearly puts me over the edge as the round, smooth head of his cock hammers into my tender little spot inside.

  “Come on, Jared” I scream. “Fuck me like you mean it!”

  His eyes flare, and he flashes a wicked grin. He pounds me again and again. His rhythm is slow but he’s driving into me so fucking hard. His forceful thrusts jolt my whole body, pushing me across the mat an inch at a time.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he moans as he picks up the tempo, slamming my pussy faster and harder with his hot cock. “You feel so perfect, baby. I just want to stay inside you forever.”

  “Yes,” I gasp between thrusts. “Ride me harder!”

  My nails bite into his muscular sho
ulders so hard they break the skin, drawing beads of bright red blood. I’m not sure he even feels it.

  And my fingers aren’t the only thing gripping him tighter. My pussy is so engorged with fluid now that it’s swelling around his cock, squeezing his thick shaft as he plows me. The wetness pouring out of me is incredible.

  “I’m going to mark your little pussy with my seed,” he pants, his breath ragged and labored. “My fucking territory. Mine.”

  His balls are slapping hard against my asshole as he hammers me. We’re forehead to forehead now, gasping for breath and bracing for the explosion that we both sense is coming.

  “Do it,” I beg, “Come inside me. Come inside my pussy.”

  Jared is grunting and heaving, fucking me at a frenzied pace. A drop of blood rolls down his shoulder where my nails scratched him. I lick it away. The flavor of it is coppery on my tongue.

  “Maureen,” His body is beginning to quake. “Maureen.”

  “Come,” I whisper.

  And just like that, I fall to pieces in his powerful and protecting embrace. An explosion of pure bliss ripples out from my center. My muscles tense and relax as my whole body convulses in the throes of my climax.

  Jared shudders as his cock unloads inside me. Wet warmth floods my depths, as he fills me with his abundant seed.

  I try to say “yes.” I try to call his name. But it only comes out as a garbled mess of gurgling sounds.

  “Oh fuck, Maureen.” His own voice is ragged with ecstasy.

  He keeps fucking me, the hard piston of his cock slathered in the thick sticky semen that he’s pumping into me. And still he continues to spurt more and more of it inside me. Incredible amounts of cum.

  With one last trembling thrust, he plants himself as deep as he can go. His face reddens, and the veins on his neck bulge.

  Then he collapses onto me, his massive frame swallowing me up as his cock continues to pulse lightly within.

  His heaving breaths become my name, over and over again. “Maureen…Maureen…”