21 Taboo Tales

by Robin Pressley

  The tip of my aching hard cock touches her first, right between the twin cushions of her soft tush, and she gasps on a inhale. I let her come back to me even more until my shaft is pressed to her crack. The curvature of her sexy back conforms perfectly to the hard muscles of my abdomen. She leans her head back against my pectorals.

  “God your body feels so good,” I whisper. “So soft.”

  I run the loofah over her front side now too, scrubbing and cleaning her breasts and belly, her thighs, and even the recess in between them. I gently tell her to close her eyes so I can wash her lovely face too. I thoroughly wash every inch of my sweet little girl.

  I wash her until I’m certain that I’ve scrubbed every last trace of the poison ivy from her. But we’re still not finished. Not by a long shot.

  Becca purrs as I drop the loofah to the tile floor and let my bare hands slide around her, slipping beneath her arms and cupping her ample breasts. She wiggles her butt against my erection as I pull her body so tightly against mine, squeezing her soft tits and rolling her taut nipples between my thumb and forefinger.

  “Touch me,” she begs me as I hug her slippery body tightly, my hands squeezing and stroking. “Touch me everywhere. Make me clean.”

  While one hand grips her tender throat, the other slides down her soft, twitching tummy, dipping briefly inside the cute little divet of her belly button before traveling lower still until at last I find her soft little patch of fur.

  “Yes,” she gasps, rolling her wet head against my chest. “Touch me there, Dean. Make me feel good.”

  Standing on tip toe, she widens her stance, letting me delve and explore the tender recess between her thighs. My fingers glide along the plump, puffy mound of her outer lips before spreading her slit to touch her even softer, wetter inner petals. I separate her folds, running my touch along the groove of her parting, making her squeal and grind against me even harder.

  “Do you like that, baby girl?” I groan against her ear. “Do you like it when I touch your perfect little pussy.”

  “Mm-hm,” she whines.

  As I stroke her blossom of flesh, she moves her ass up and down so that the crack of her tight little tushy strokes the shaft of my painfully hard dick, and it feels so good, for a second I think I just might blow my load all over her back, but I hold it in.

  I’m supposed to be scrubbing her down with soap, not drenching her with cum.

  But the squeals and purrs and ecstatic giggles issuing from her beautiful lips are too much to resist. I need to hear her scream. I need to hear this little princess scream my name as she comes around my fingers.

  The pads of my fingertips tease at her entrance, and she cries out.

  “Touch me inside, Dean,” she begs. “Please touch me inside…”

  Becca’s little hole is tight, much tighter than any pussy I’ve ever felt in my life. Even though it is absolutely weeping with her arousal, I really have to push, and when her entrance finally admits me, my finger pops into her with such force that I lift her feet off the floor of the shower.

  “Oh fuck!” she screams.

  She flails her arms back to clutch at my neck and shoulders to steady herself, hanging on for dear life as I work my digit deeper and deeper into her tight little channel.

  “Damn you feel so good in there,” I growl. “So soft and moist.”

  I fuck my finger in and out of her hole a few times before I start to curl it, hooking my fingertip against her front wall where I know her special, tender spot resides. When I find it, she sobs with pleasure, and I can feel her insides instantly squeeze and flutter with even greater arousal.

  “Yes,” she moans. “Right there. God, that feels so good.”

  It’s incredible how responsive her body is to me, the way her pussy seems to react to every stroke and every caress of my finger. Already she’s squeezing more snugly around me, and I force another finger inside her before it gets too damn tight.

  With two fingers inside her, I begin curling them in an alternating pattern, stroking her spot with a double motion until it begins to swell into a little lump of arousal on her front wall. Meanwhile, the heel of my hand is pressed against the hard pearl of her erect clit, stimulating her inside and out.

  “Oh God, I wanna come, Dean,” she whines as she squirms and wriggles against me. “Please, please, make me come.”

  Her pussy grows tighter, the walls engorging with fluid until they feel plump and ribbed inside. She’s so constricted around me that I can’t even wiggle my fingers anymore. Instead, I somehow press one more finger into her hole, and then I scoop my three fingers against her front wall until she is shrieking with pleasure.

  Her body shudders and convulses as her orgasm explodes through her, and she’s so soapy and slippery that she nearly slips out of my grasp. Her pussy clenches and spits thick fluid from around my penetrating fingers as she screams my name.

  At last, when she’s nearly limp, and I’m certain she can’t handle any more, I let her go, setting her feet back to the tile floor of the shower and withdrawing my sex-greased fingers from her well lubricated cunt.

  “Dean…”

  She turns on her heels and faces me, her sparkling green eyes filled with longing and lust. Her arms weave around my waist and she pulls herself close, the steel rod of my dick pressing against her soft tummy and her bountiful breasts squeezing against my chest.

  I bring my fingers, still stained with her nectar, up to my lips, and she gasps as she watches me lick them clean.

  “You taste so damn good, baby girl,” I groan, as the sweet tang of her pussy flavors my tongue.

  “Let me taste it,” she whispers. “I want to taste myself on your lips.”

  Cupping my hand behind her head and weaving my fingers through her wet, dripping locks, I lean down to meet her upturned face and crush my lips against hers in a searing kiss that burns like fire despite the water rushing over our naked bodies.

  Her soft lips part, and my tongue slips inside, exploring her mouth just as my fingers explored her hole down below. Our tongues meet and roll together, licking each other and enjoying the soft, slightly raspy sensations as she moans and hums her enjoyment.

  At last, we break our kiss.

  “Mm, I do taste pretty good,” she giggles, tilting her head back. “Now I wanna taste you.”

  She places a soft kiss against my lower lip, sucking it into her mouth and nibbling it playfully before working her way down my chin, my tense neck, my chest, and lower still, as my cock throbs in anticipation.

  3. BECCA

  My whole body is still tingling with electricity from the unbelievable orgasm that Dean just gave me. I’ve never experienced pleasure like that in my life.

  As a matter of fact, it wasn’t just one orgasm. Once I came the first time, he didn’t let up fingering my hole, and one climax seemed to roll right into another and another like ocean waves slamming me and rolling my body in a churning foam of pure bliss.

  Now I want to return the favor.

  But more than that I want to feel his enormous cock inside my mouth and taste his hot cum.

  My hungry lips blaze a trail of scorching kisses down his wet flesh, drawing a dotted line of pecks and nibbles and licks from the thick slabs of muscle on his chest to the taut, carved lines and ridges of his chiseled abs.

  I suck at his smooth, tight skin and run my tongue along the grooves of his cut musculature. I laugh as I lick his sexy belly button, looking up at his handsome face, and feeling the smooth bulb of his cockhead rubbing at my cheek.

  When he pulled that monster out of his running shorts, I nearly died. I knew it was big from the way it was tenting the fabric over his crotch. But seeing it naked and ticking with his pulse was something else entirely.

  And now I’m finally touching that magnificent member.

  As I continue to kiss and flick my tongue over his tight abdomen, my hand smooths down the length of his erect penis, my fingers feather over the marble-hard shaft, all the way d
own to the smooth, heavy, cum-laden balls swinging beneath.

  I feel a slight twinge of disappointment as I realize that his cock will never be inside of my pussy—it’s simply much too big for me.

  But I’ve got to have that beast inside me one way or another, so I’m perfectly willing to accept the next best thing.

  Turning my head to the side, I plant a soft kiss on his pink, glistening helmet. I glide my tongue along the underside of his meat, enjoying every ridge and twisting vein that lines his shaft.

  “Oh yeah, little one, just like that,” Dean groans above me.

  His fingers twine through my hair, gently guiding me as I lick his pulsing cock ever more deeply, savoring his smooth, hot skin as the water of the shower pours over me like warm rain.

  With the tip of my tongue, I flick and tease the sensitive V at the underside of his helmet, making him moan and clutch more tightly at my hair. He urges me forward, and I wrap my lips around his aching cockhead, swirling my tongue around his pink bulb inside my mouth and tasting the salty flavor of precum leaking from his slit.

  “Damn, you’ve got a talented little tongue, don’t you?”

  I moan with giddy excitement at my older man’s praise, and it just makes we want to show him how good I can make him feel. He’s done so much for me, especially during these past few months, and now I want to pay him back with the most toe-curling orgasm that he’s ever felt. Taking one deep breath through my nose, I suck him deeper, taking his thick meat farther and farther into my mouth.

  “You look so sexy with my cock in your mouth,” he whispers, his voice tight and tense.

  Dean is alternating between gently petting me and roughly fisting my wet hair. His dick is smooth and hot inside my mouth, and as I take him deeper, keeping the soft pad of my tongue pressed to his underside, I can feel every twitch and tick of his penis as he struggles to maintain control.

  God, it feels so amazing to be pleasuring my protective, steadfast older man like this. I giggle with naughty glee, but the sound is muffled by the girth that his filling my mouth.

  But sucking his gigantic cock is so intense, I don’t know if I can swallow the whole thing. Sliding my hands up his muscled thighs, I reach around and grip his powerful glutes, hard and smooth as polished granite, and bob my head, slurping his drenched shaft, working deeper and deeper with each pump until his blunt head is poking at the back of my throat.

  “Does that taste good sweetness?” Dean asks.

  “Mm-hm,” I whine around his cock.

  My whole body is heating with desire, and my pussy is pulsing with renewed need, even though he already made me come multiple times.

  With the help of Dean’s coaxing hand, I press my head forward onto his penis until the entire length of him is buried in my face, and his short, curly pubes are tickling the tip of my nose. I resist the urge to gag as long as I can, savoring the feeling of being completely filled by his hot, penetrating member. Tears of exertion run down my cheeks, mixing with the spray of the shower and washing away.

  At last, I draw back and slurp myself off of his rod, heaving and gasping for air as he strokes my cheeks.

  “Good girl,” Dean says as he gazes down at me and I pump his massive cock in my fist.

  But we’re not through yet. I need to make him come. I need him to spill his sticky load inside my body. And more than that, I need this mature man to dominate me roughly with his enormous cock.

  “Fuck my face, Dean,” I beg him from my knees. “Use my mouth like your dirty little fuck toy.”

  His eyes circle wide. Even though everything we’ve been doing is beyond naughty, Dean has never ever heard me talk like that, and I know it surprises him. But underneath his shock I can sense his raw, animal desire.

  Clenching his fists tightly in my hair, he juts his pelvis forward, thrusting his cock into my mouth again. I moan and gurgle as he pumps into me, plunging his hot cock into my face again and again, his smooth shaft gliding over my tongue, and his balls slapping against my saliva-slick chin.

  “Is this what you want?” Dean grunts aggressively. “You want me to come in your mouth, naughty girl?”

  I whine my assent again, as he picks up the pace, pummeling my mouth even harder. I dip one hand to my crotch to finger my thrumming clit as I try to imagine how amazing it would feel to have Dean’s big dick pounding my tight little pussy.

  Now he’s face-fucking me so hard that I can barely handle it. Tears are streaming down my wet cheeks, and the raunchiest squelching sounds are issuing from my sucking mouth as he thrusts his naked penis inside me again and again.

  Dean’s quads tense and harden. He begins to twitch and jerk.

  He rocks his hips, drawing is throbbing length back until it almost pops out of my mouth, only his bulbous head still inside my lips. And then it happens.

  As he roars with ecstasy, a hot gush of thick fluid floods my mouth, spreading across my tongue. His flavor is salty and sweet like creamy salted caramel. I moan and sob as streams of his hot cum pump into my mouth. I swallow as much as I can, but his load is so big, that some of it oozes from my lips and dribbles down my chin.

  “Good girl,” he whispers again, stroking the wet strands of hair back from my forehead. “Naughty little girl.”

  I lean back, jerking Dean’s cock so that the last few ropes of semen stripe my bare chest. As I stand up, I swipe my fingers over my chin and lick them clean, swallowing down his thick salty load.

  “Wow, I had no idea you were so yummy, Dean.”

  I purr as I kiss Dean’s muscular chest and bite lightly at his nipples. I want to kiss his lips again so badly, but I’m worried he won’t want to do that considering I just had his cock in my mouth. But he gently knuckles my chin, tilting my head back so he can claim my mouth once again in a melting kiss. It’s softer and smoother than the one we shared before, but every bit as hot.

  That’s when I notice that Dean’s cock is still hard—like, all the way hard—and prodding at my belly.

  Didn’t he just blow a massive load into my mouth? As I fondle his smooth, wet balls, I think to myself that he couldn’t possibly have another drop of cum left. And yet, that gorgeous erection of his doesn’t seem to be going anywhere. If anything, it seems like it’s a skosh bigger.

  But that’s a bad thing. If it wouldn’t fit in me before, there’s no way it could fit now. Still, the desire coiling deep in my core wants to try.

  Still lost in our warm, moist kiss, Dean walks me back until my wet little tushy bumps the smooth, hard tile wall of the elegant shower. As Dean bends his knees, I raise myself up on my tiptoes until the head of his impossibly hard penis is nudging at my pussy.

  “Dean?” I murmur against his lips.

  Gripping his member, he angles it up and down so that his tip rubs between my folds, teasing at my opening and smearing my groove with the little bit of leftover cum from when he ejaculated into my mouth.

  “Are you okay?” he asks between kisses, the stubble of his chin and jaw scuffing my soft face.

  “I’m a virgin,” I blurt.

  I probably should have mentioned it earlier, but I was just too caught up in the moment to think about it. But now I really need him to know.

  “Do you want me to stop?” he asks so gently.

  “No,” I beg, “Please don’t stop. I want you to be my first.”

  I want him to be my first and my last, but I keep the second part to myself, for fear of scaring him off.

  “I don’t want to hurt you, baby girl.”

  “I know,” I whine, “but we need to try. I wanna feel your cock inside me so bad.”

  God, my voice sounds so needy and bratty. I don’t know what’s come over me, but the raw desire to be impaled on Dean’s massive pole is overwhelming. I don’t care if he has to break me to do it—I need his cock deep inside me.

  I raise one leg and hook my knee around his hip, trying to stretch my pussy as much as I can. Steadying his shaft with one hand, Dean swivels his hips forward
, and I feel the increasing pressure of his round head pushing at my hole. He grunts and clutches my hip tightly with his other hand as his cock nudges against me harder and harder.

  But it won’t go.

  “Dean, it’s too big,” I pout, “It’s not gonna fit.”

  For a moment, I think he’s decided to give up, and I feel a wave of relief, immediately followed by a much greater disappointment.

  “Come here,” Dean whispers.

  He picks me up by my butt, and I hook both legs around his waist now, while my arms wrap tightly around his thick, muscle-corded neck. Not even bothering to turn off the shower, my strong older lover carries me easily out of the shower, our warm wet bodies dripping water onto the bathroom floor.

  “Dean, you’re gonna make a mess.”

  “That’s the plan,” he chuckles.

  He bumps the bathroom door open with my naked butt and carries me down the hall while I cover his rough jaw in kisses and suck hard at the tendons of his neck.

  He carries me into the spacious master bedroom. The morning sunlight is poking in through the Venetian blinds, striping the walls and dark wood of the modern styled dresser and furniture with golden light.

  Dean throws me down hard onto the enormous oversized bed, and a gasp escapes my lips as my body bounces lightly on the mattress. Tendrils of steam are still rising from my freshly showered skin, and drops of water roll off my body, wetting the covers.

  “Please, Dean,” I beg, spreading my legs wide for him as he climbs atop me, more steam wafting from his thick muscular shoulder and his red, throbbing cock. “Please fuck me. Please make it fit somehow.”

  From this angle, I’m able to open myself even wider for my man, and when he presses his penis to my hole, I can feel the very tip starting to shove its way inside. But his girth is still too great for the entire head to pop in.

  “I need it so fucking bad,” I sob. “I don’t care if you split me in two, Dean. I need you inside me.”