21 Taboo Tales

by Robin Pressley

  He was hard at work out there. It was a hot summer day, and his white T-shirt was already drenched with sweat and sticking to the bulging muscles of his back and his chest. For an older man and single daddy of grown boys, Derek had sure managed to keep himself in shape. He had a body that would put most male models half his age to shame.

  As the sweat poured down his face, he lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe it, revealing his hard, chiseled abdomen. He had a perfect six pack, but the part that really caught Candace’s eye was the sharply carved line that angled from his hip down to his groin. That was her favorite part of a man. Plus, Derek’s sexy, salt and pepper happy trail wasn’t bad either.

  Candace let her eyes drift a little lower, to Derek’s crotch. Goodness, she had never noticed what a big bulge he had down there. In fact, it almost looked like it was…No it couldn’t be?

  Was Derek’s cock hard?

  Candace gasped as a sudden pulse of warmth thumped between her thighs, and her nipples stiffened under her top at the thought of Derek’s cock. If it was as big as it looked through that denim, then he was packing a monster down there.

  Derek turned around and went back to work on the hedges, giving Candace a great view of his juicy, muscular butt. His T-shirt was still hitched up a bit in the back, revealing a slash of naked skin between the bottom of the shirt, and the waist of his low-slung jeans.

  His skin sheened with a film of sweat, and Candace gazed longingly at those hot dimples over his butt, and the faint hint of his crack that was just slightly exposed. God, she wanted to just slide those jeans down and take a big bite of that sexy, manly ass.

  Her mouth was starting to water, and her pussy was too.

  All of Candace’s embarrassment at being caught by Derek was slowly morphing into another emotion. She was thinking of the way she had fantasized before about having a long, thick cock sliding deep into her throat.

  Candace smiled as she continued spying on Derek.

  It was too naughty to even think about, but this sexy older man was just too darn yummy to resist. Besides, Candace was tired of eating vegetables. She was a carnivore. She needed some raw meat to satisfy her cravings.

  ***

  A little while later, Derek had finished trimming the hedges. He was just wrapping up the extension cord and getting ready to head back to his house next door when the patio door slid open

  Candace leaned in the doorway, cocking her hip slightly.

  “Hey there, Derek,” Candace said in a breathy voice, “Wow, it’s super hot out here.”

  She made a fanning motion with her fingers.

  “Yeah,” Derek said, mopping the sweat from his brow and gesturing with his thumb. “I was just going to head back home and get a shower.”

  “You know you can always take a shower here if you want, Derek.”

  Candace couldn’t help but notice the way Derek’s eyes raked over her body. She had changed into a tight little tank top, and since she had chosen to forego a bra, her taut nipples were clearly outlined through the thin cloth. Below that she had on a pair of skin-tight gym shorts that showed off every shape and contour of her body, and left her smooth tan legs exposed.

  “Thanks,” Derek half-stammered. “Y’know, my shower works just fine, though.

  He looked Candace up and down one more time, almost without meaning to. Then he shook his head like he was snapping out of a trance.

  “Well, I’d better get going. I—”

  “Wait,” Candace interrupted.

  Her voice sounded a bit more urgent and desperate than she had intended. She nibbled at her lip as Derek turned around.

  “Aren’t you thirsty, Derek?” Candace asked, turning her toe bashfully, “After all that hard work, I bet you could use a nice cool drink.”

  Derek hesitated a moment. He seemed to be struggling to keep his eyes up top with Candace’s. He jerked his thumb back toward his house again.

  “I really ought to…”

  “Please,” Candace begged, really dragging out the vowel. She cocked her head over her shoulder. “I just made some ice-cold lemonade, Derek.”

  Derek gave a defeated grin and set his power tool and extension cable down on the patio.

  “Come to think of it, a little lemonade sounds good.”

  Candace clapped her hands and practically did a little happy dance as Derek came inside with her. He followed her over to the kitchen, where, sure enough, there was a big pitcher of fresh lemonade with a tall glass already filled for him.

  “Wow, Candy that really looks gr—”

  Then Derek’s eyes fell on the cucumber that was sitting nearby on the counter, and his voice caught for a moment.

  “Looks great,” he muttered, “Really great.”

  Candace handed him the sweating glass of ice-cold lemonade, and she watched as Derek gulped it eagerly, a little bit of the sweet tangly fluid dribbling down his scruff-covered chin.

  As he tilted his head all the way back to finish, his shirt pulled up, revealing a sexy stripe of sweat-slick skin above the top of his jeans and the happy trail descending down to his you-know-what.

  Candace licked her lips. Wow, she was getting pretty thirsty too.

  Enough games. It was time to get everything out in the open.

  “Derek, I know that you saw me earlier,” Candace blurted. “With the cucumber.”

  Derek nearly choked on the last gulp of lemonade and sputtered with surprise, dribbling some of it onto his already sopping wet shirt. He recovered his composure and set the glass with it’s clinking ice cubes onto the counter.

  He glanced up and his eyes met Candace’s

  “Yeah, about that…”

  “It was just a silly little party for the girls,” Candace stammered, speaking so quickly that she was stumbling over her words. “Virginia’s getting married in a couple of weeks, and we just thought it would be a fun, corny thing to…”

  Derek placed a big, gloved hand on her shoulder to calm her down.

  “Listen, Candy, I’m not going to say anything to your mom, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

  Candace looked down at her feet sheepishly.

  “I’m not worried about that,” Candace muttered. “I doubt mom would even see a problem with it.”

  Derek chuckled. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

  When Candace looked up into his face again, her eyes were filled with concern and there was a trembling edge to her voice.

  “I just don’t want you to think I’m some kind of slut,” she said.

  She knew that her chin was doing that ugly, dimply thing it always did when she cried, and she could feel her cheeks flushing with heat. She didn’t want it to happen this way, but all of a sudden there were tears in her eyes, and before she even realized it, she was sobbing against Derek’s broad, sweat-soaked chest.

  “Hey,” Derek said putting his arm around her. “Candy, I would never think that.”

  “Really?” Candace sniffed.

  “Of course.” Derek thumbed a tear from her cheek. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t worry about you sometimes. Look, you’re a big girl now, Candace, and I realize you’re going to do…stuff with boys. I guess I’m just a little protective is all.”

  Candace’s tummy fluttered with a mix of emotions. On the one hand, it was totally embarrassing to hear Derek talking about her doing “stuff” with boys. On the other hand, she really liked the idea of him being protective of her.

  “That’s the thing,” Candace said, placing her palm lightly on Derek’s broad chest. “I haven’t really done anything with boys. Just a little kissing is all. I haven’t gone any further than that.”

  She felt a wave of relief sweep over her. It felt good to finally admit that she was a virgin. It felt even better admitting it to this protective older man.

  “Really?” Derek gasped.

  Actually, it wasn’t so much a gasp as a sigh of relief. Wow, he wasn’t lying when he said he was protective. In fact, it sounded like he m
ight be a little bit possessive too.

  Candace pressed on.

  “That’s one reason I wanted to have this little get together with the girls today. Whenever I do, you know, that with a guy for the first time, I just don’t want to mess it up.”

  “From what I saw, you don’t need to worry about that.”

  Immediately his face flushed with color. It was clear he hadn’t meant to say it that way. But there was no taking it back now. And Candace giggled a little at how cute it was to see this strong, rough man blushing

  “Derek,” she asked, making her voice extra sweet. “Can I ask you for a favor?”

  “Of course. Anything you need, sugar.”

  Derek’s gloved hand slid up from Candace’s shoulder to her kneck. She liked the way the rough, dirty glove felt against her soft, clean skin. But more than that she wanted to feel Derek’s skin on hers. She placed her hands on his wrist.

  “I want you to let me practice on you. That way you can tell me if I’m doing it right.”

  “Candace!”

  Derek lightly tried to pull his hand away, but Candace held onto his wrist.

  “But Derek,” she whined, surprised at how bratty she could sound when she wanted to. “You said I could ask for anything I need. And I think I really need this…”

  Derek’s pupils dilated and his jaw ticked. His throat worked up and down as he tried to restrain himself.

  “But, Candy…”

  Before he could present his arguments about why this was the worst, most irresponsible idea ever, Candace had already taken a different tack. She slipped the rough gardening glove off of his hand and pressed her lips to his palm.

  If she couldn’t convince him with her words, then she would use her mouth in a more persuasive way.

  “Candy, what are you doing, baby? We can’t—”

  But Derek didn’t pull his hand away as Candace wrapped her soft lips around his thumb and started to suck it.

  “Candy…”

  Holding his hand steady, Candace slowly moved her head forward until his thumb was all the way in her mouth. His skin was hot and had a salty, tangy flavor from his sweat. She sucked him deeply as she drew her head back, then went in again, bobbing lightly.

  Derek groaned and his eyes rolled back for a moment.

  “Can’t…”

  The touch and taste of Derek’s hot skin on her tongue was driving Candace wild too. But she needed so much more. She swirled her tongue around his digits, demonstrating all of the sexy techniques that Madam Fellacia had taught her.

  “Fuck, you’re pretty good at that, Candy.”

  Derek suddenly withdrew his thumb from Candace’s mouth with a wet smack. She pouted at having he new toy taken away, but only a moment later Derek’s plush lips were pressed roughly against hers in a kiss so hard and hungry that it stung.

  Then they both relaxed as their mouths melted together. The tip of Derek’s tongue flickered across Candace’s lips, and she parted them, letting him inside. His tongue probed her, exploring her gently. Almost by reflex, Candace’s tongue joined his and they rolled together as Candace moaned into his mouth.

  Her hands slid slowly down his torso, feeling the ripple of his abs. Then she reached the front of his jeans, and her small palm cupped the straining, hard bulge that was trying to burst out.

  She stroked him, petting his rock hard cock through the denim as they kissed. He was big all right. Real big. Candace whimpered lightly as she wondered if she would even be able to take him.

  Well, there was only one way to find out.

  Candace dropped to her knees on the kitchen floor and set to work unfastening Derek’s jeans, biting her tongue out as she struggled to undo the brass button.

  “Candace, wait!” Derek grunted, but he didn’t try to stop her. Instead, he leaned back against the counter. “This is so wrong.”

  With a quick motion, Derek’s fly was unzipped. Frantically, Candace dragged the jeans down his hips and she squealed in surprise as the massive club of his cock came swinging free.

  Too big.

  That was the first thought that crossed Candace’s mind.

  One thing was for sure, it was way bigger than that stupid cucumber. And way more yummy-looking too.

  Candace’s hand reached up curiously, touching the massive, veined shaft. Goodness, it was hot! She wrapped fingers around it and gave it one timid little pump, and she gasped at the way the soft skin shifted over the hard inner core of his erection.

  “Oh, can I lick it, Derek?” Candace begged as she pumped it again, gradually growing bolder with each stroke.

  “Fuck,” Derek groaned as tossed his head back. “OK just one lick, and that’s it. Got it?”

  “Mm-hm,” Candace hummed.

  She leaned in close, growing cross-eyed as she stared at the round, pink bulb of his head with its cute little slit. She angled his dick upward a little bit, studying it carefully, and admiring all of its delicious details. The plump, pulsating veins, faintly blue beneath the skin. The seam that ran down the length of his underside and along the midline of his sac.

  Oh! And there was that sexy little V where his head attached to his shaft. Madam Fellacia had mentioned that too. Candace couldn’t remember exactly what the blow-job expert had told them about that part, but she did remember the rule of thumb that the woman had given them.

  When in doubt, give it a lick.

  Candace stuck out her tongue and curled it, tickling Derek right there on the underside of his head.

  “Oh shit,” Derek said, sucking in through his teeth.

  His strong, masculine fingers clutched tightly to the countertop. A teardrop of precum welled and dripped onto Candace’s tongue.

  Oh my, that was salty! But there was something specific about it, too. It was Derek’s special flavor, and she savored the way it tingled on her tongue.

  She wanted more.

  Remembering the way that Madam Fellacia had taught them, Candace teased Derek’s cock, licking it with long, deeply sensuous strokes from his smooth nuts all the way up to the tip. More precum leaked, and Candace lapped it up, moaning as she enjoyed her man’s taste.

  But Candace wasn’t the only one enjoying it.

  “Candy,” Derek grunted through his clenched teeth. “We agreed…Just one lick…”

  Well, Candace was going to have to break her promise about that. When she’d made it, she didn’t know just how yummy a big, hard cock could be. She certainly wasn’t going to stop now. Shoot, she was just getting started.

  “I should suck it a little bit too, Derek,” she said, flipping her hair back from her face. “Just to make sure I’ve got my technique down pat, ’kay?

  “Don’t you dare, young lady. Don’t you…”

  But Candace wasn’t listening. She wrapped her lips around the pink lollipop of Derek’s head, sucking and swirling her tongue over it inside her mouth.

  “Don’t…”

  Candace brought both of her hands up to grip his cock like she was holding a bat. As she began to suck him deeper, she jerked and twisted her hands in time with the bobbing of her head.

  “Don’t stop,” Derek moaned. “Don’t fucking stop, sugar.”

  Slowly but surely, Candace worked his enormous cock deeper and deeper into her mouth, keeping the soft, wet pad of her tongue pressed against his underside. He was so hard and warm and smooth in her mouth, and the taste of his naked skin made her pussy pulse with desire.

  She was doing it. She was really freaking doing it.

  For the first time in her life, Candace had a nice, hard dick inside her body, and a pretty darn big one at that.

  But was she doing a good job?

  She slurped her lips off of Derek’s penis, and thick threads of saliva bridged her mouth and his glistening cock.

  “Am I doing good, Derek?” Candace asked sweetly.

  But Derek just cupped his hand behind her head and pushed her back onto his throbbing erection.

  “I thought I told you
not to stop,” he grunted.

  Candace guessed she could take that as a resounding “yes.” It was such an amazing feeling to be pleasing this sexy, older stud with her mouth, and that gave her the confidence to suck him even deeper and harder.

  Sure, Derek certainly seemed to be enjoying himself. But there was only one way to know for sure.

  Like they say, the proof is in the pudding. And Candace was determined to get a hot mouthful. It was time for Candace to bring out her secret weapon.

  Clutching Derek’s stone-hard butt, she pulled her face toward his crotch until she could feel his tip tickling at the back of her throat. She didn’t feel any urge to gag, but there was no denying that his dick was a heck of a lot bigger than that cucumber she’d practiced on.

  But that didn’t matter. She was going to get this monster cock as deep down her throat as it would go.

  “Oh fuck yes,” Derek groaned as he fisted her hair, “You’re so fucking good at that, baby.”

  Candace felt a giggle of glee welling up in her chest, but it didn’t have anywhere to go. Right now she was on a mission. Derek’s cock was filling her so deeply she felt like she couldn’t breathe, but she just relaxed her throat the way Madam Fellacia had explained, and she took it all the way.

  At last, she felt the soft thatch of Derek’s pubes tickling her nose, and she found her lips couldn’t slide any farther. She had sucked him all the way to his root.

  With tears of exertion staining her cheeks with mascara, Candace held him there as long as she could, then she drew herself off with a loud raunchy slurp, and gasped wildly for air as if she had been drowning.

  “God you taste so fucking good,” she half-moaned and half-giggled.

  But Derek still hadn’t come.

  Walking back on her knees until her back was against the fridge, Candace cocked a naughty smile, her lips and chin slick with saliva. She curled a finger at Derek, beckoning him.

  “I want you to fuck my face,” she purred.

  Derek grinned, kicking off his shoes and stepping out of the jeans that had fallen around his ankles before pulling his shirt over his head too, leaving himself completely naked.