21 Taboo Tales

by Robin Pressley

  But he doesn’t split me in two. Instead he goes to work with his fingers, tracing a line from my belly button down through my short pubes until he finds the ridge of my hood. His index finger glides it back, exposing the hard, pink pearl of my clit, which he rubs and rolls under the pad of his thumb, gently at first, then harder and harder.

  “Oh Dean,” I whine, my body so hot with desire I feel like I would burst into flames if I weren’t so dripping wet.

  “Just relax, baby girl,” he soothes as he tickles my clit, his cockhead still prodding at my entrance. “Just relax and let me in.”

  “Dean,” I cry “D-Dean, Duh—“

  Ripples of pleasure are exuding from my erect bud, and I can feel my opening beginning to stretch as his ramrod presses into me ever more insistently.

  “Duh…Duh…”

  His thumb circles my clit with a steady rhythm. My arousal builds and swells, finally bursting like an overfilled water balloon as the hot, wet rush of my climax washes over me.

  And then it happens. I open up just enough.

  “Daddy!” I squeal as the plump head of his hard penis pops into my tight hole.

  Above me, Dean’s eyes go wide and he freezes, droplets of water falling from his wet face and body to splash on my bare tits. I clap my hands over my mouth in disbelief at what I just called him. It’s wrong, so very, very wrong.

  Shit, I ruined this perfect moment, and I just know that Dean thinks I’m a filthy little pervert now. I’m certain he’s going to take his dick back out of me.

  But he doesn’t do that.

  Instead, his expression gradually softens into the warmest, most loving smile I’ve ever seen. He grabs my wrist, gently prying one hand and then the other away from my mouth.

  “Say it again,” he whispers.

  Now it’s my turn to stare at him in shocked disbelief.

  “Say it again,” he insists.

  “Daddy.”

  He grins and presses the softest, sweetest kiss to my trembling lips. His hand moves back down to my pussy, stroking my clit again, but very tenderly this time.

  “That’s right,” he says in a hushed voice, like he’s sharing a dirty secret. “I’m your daddy. And Daddy’s gonna give his baby girl whatever she wants.”

  I moan as he continues swirling his fingers around my still-tingling clit.

  “So tell Daddy what you want, baby girl.”

  “I want this,” I whisper back, touching the shaft of his cock and feeling the edge of my stretched-out opening where his head is wedged tightly inside me. “I want you to fuck me, Daddy.”

  Dean makes a low, sexy growl as he starts to slide his dick into me. He grips my hips in both of his strong hands, pulling me onto him as he thrusts his cock forward, going slow and really taking his time.

  The round mushroom of his head has a bit of give to it, but his thick, veined shaft feels as hard as polished stone, and it stretches me out even more. I wince and whimper as my pussy aches to accommodate him.

  “Does it hurt little one?”

  “Mm-hm” I hum and nod.

  “Do you need me to stop?”

  “No!” I nearly shout. “Don’t stop, Daddy. Whatever you do, please don’t fucking stop.”

  Clutching the covers in my fists, I cock my head so I can look down my wet, naked body to watch that enormous member entering me. I sigh in amazement as I watch it disappear, inch by hard, throbbing inch..

  Dean is gentle but firm. He grips my throat in one big paw, steadying me as he continues to delve into my depths.

  At last, I feel his balls touch against my ass, and his short, curly pubic hair mingles with mine. He is seated within me all the way to his root, his tip penetrating to my deepest epicenter. Raw pleasure sparks deep inside me, and every last ounce of pain is washed away by total bliss.

  He’s in. My man, my sexy older stud, my daddy, is deep inside my young pussy.

  I realize, vaguely that what we are doing is so dangerous. I don’t just mean how taboo it is to give myself like this to my sexy older neighbor. He is naked inside me, completely raw and unprotected. It’s a big-time pregnancy risk, but I don’t care. All that I can think about now is how badly I want him to make me come around his huge dick.

  “Fuck me, Daddy,” I beg.

  I moan as he draws himself back, savoring the sensation of his long, thick cock sliding in my stretched channel. But I gasp as he withdraws completely, his head slipping out of my hole. After all that hard work, I’m worried we won’t be able to get it back in again.

  But Dean instantly sets my mind at ease when he plunges forward again, and I discover that my now gaping hole is able to swallow him easily this time. He fucks me that way for a few more pumps, pulling his dick all the way out on the back stroke each time.

  “Damn, just look at that gorgeous little pussy,” he groans has he circles a finger around the rim of my gape. “Look how hungry it is for a cock.”

  “Hungry for you,” I whine. “Yours is the only cock I need.”

  Dean plunges into me once again and gradually picks up the tempo. The sensation of being fucked by his big dick is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. The way that he stretches me out is so different from being fingered, and I can feel every detail and contour as my channel conforms to every ridge and vein of his pumping member.

  “God, you feel just like heaven inside, little angel,” Dean grunts as he pounds me with his dick. “You’re so sexy and perfect. Perfect in every way.”

  A blush spreads through my cheeks. It’s totally crazy because after everything we’ve done, there’s no reason to be bashful. He has touched every inch of me inside and out. He has fucked my mouth and come down my throat, and now he’s fucking my tight, hitherto virgin pussy. But something about hearing his words of praise just gives me the warm tinglies all over from the top of my head, cradled in his big masculine hands, all the way down to the tips of my curling toes.

  He’s fucking me so hard now that the bed is shaking wildly, the broad headboard banging against the wall. The bedroom fills with the raunchy sounds of our coupling—the wet slap of his balls against my ass and the slurping, squelching sounds coming from my wet, squeezing pussy.

  “Oh God, I wanna come, Daddy,” I beg him. “Please make me come with your cock.”

  He’s already given me several orgasms already, but I just feel so desperate and needy for more. I need the real thing this time. I need to go all the way with him.

  My walls flutter around his thrusting shaft as my biggest climax yet explodes through me. Shock waves of intense pleasure ripple through me, starting from my deep core and emanating out through my entire body. I scream and sob and spasm uncontrollably in the throes of my violent orgasm.

  My pussy clenches around him, and Dean shudders above me as he plants himself hilt-deep inside me, holding himself there as a hot rush spreads through my insides.

  Oh my God, he’s coming inside me.

  “I can feel it, Daddy!” I cry out.

  And it’s true. I can feel stream after stream of hot semen flooding my depths and painting my walls with his sticky seed.

  Dean grunts like an animal as one last shiver wracks his massive body, shivering a few last splashing drops of water and sweat onto my limp body below. He collapses on top of me, enfolding my weak body in his big strong arms. I feel so small and safe like that, and I wish that we could just stay like that forever, his protective muscles covering me like a warm blanket and his big cock penetrating my pussy.

  But at last, his penis softens and slips from me. His thick cum oozes from my hole and pools on the wet sheets beneath my butt.

  Gosh, we sure made a mess of the bed.

  Dean rolls over to his side, and I curl up against his chest, nuzzling my face under his chin as he hugs me. As we lie there, the full weight of what we’ve just done starts to dawn on me.

  “Dean?” I ask, as I stroke his pecs and circle his sexy nipples with my fingertips.

  “What is it, p
rincess?”

  “You came inside me,” I say, as if there was any way that he could possibly be unaware of that fact. “What if you, you know…”

  Dean takes my face in his strong but gentle hands and looks at me so seriously.

  “Don’t worry, sweetness. No matter what happens, you are my little girl and I will always take care of you, understand?”

  I nod, and nibble at my lip.

  “But we probably should be a little more careful next time,” Dean chuckles.

  My heart thumps with joy to hear him say those words, “next time.” There’s no way this can be a one-time thing for me. I’m already addicted to him. Addicted to his fingers. Addicted to his cock. Addicted to his cum.

  There’s just one detail I think we should change.

  “I don’t want to be careful, Daddy,” I whisper, my voice sounding oh so naughty.

  “No?” he asks.

  “No,” I answer. “I think I want to make a baby with you. But…what will we tell my mom?”

  He smiles and strokes the damp hair from my face, tucking it lovingly behind my ear.

  “It can be our little secret for the time being.” He kisses my forehead, then the tip of my nose, my lips. “And when the time comes to tell her, I’m sure she’ll understand. I know your mom, and I know she wants you to be happy.”

  “And nobody can make me happy like you,” I whisper, running my fingers over his hard abs.

  We lie there like that for a few moments, drunk on each other and grinning like a couple of idiots. Then Dean sits up and laughs.

  “Oh shit, we left the shower running!”

  Sure enough, I can hear the faint whisper of falling water down the hall. I admire Dean’s naked body as he climbs out of bed and stands up. The way that his bulging muscles work and flex beneath his tight smooth skin is so delicious. And his big dick? God, that thing is huge even when it’s not hard, and it looks so fucking yummy that my mouth is starting to water again, along with another part of my anatomy.

  Gosh, I really am an insatiable little pervy girl, aren’t I? Lucky for me, I’ve found myself a steadfast older man who can accept me for what I am. And just to think, he’s been right next door all this time. I feel a twinge of regret as I think about all of the sexy times we could have had already, but that’s immediately replaced by excitement as I think about how much fun we will have getting caught up.

  “Come on,” he laughs as he lifts me off the bed and stands me beside him. He glances down between my legs which are slathered with a mixture of his sticky fluid and my own thick lubrication. “You go hop in the shower and get cleaned up, baby girl. Meanwhile, I’ll change the sheets on the bed.”

  “Oh no you don’t, mister,” I tease him “You can make the bed later.”

  Clutching his enormous, swinging cock, I tug playfully for him to follow me.

  “Didn’t you read the instructions on that bottle of soap?” I giggle. “It says, ‘for best results, rinse and repeat.’ That means I need my Daddy to scrub me down again. And you gotta do a real good job…”

  I squeal as Dean lifts me up and tosses me easily over his shoulder, giving my naughty little tushy a hard smack.

  “Don’t worry, baby girl,” he growls as he carries me cave-man style to the bathroom again. “I won’t leave an inch of you untouched.”

  Shared in the Man Cave

  “No way, Trish,” my dad says sternly. “There’s a reason why it’s called a man cave, you know?”

  “But Daddy,” I whine. “I’m so bored. There’s nothing to do.”

  My dad is standing in the doorway of his man cave. Although he’s got his arms blocking the entrance, I can still see past him to the interior, which is dark compared to the hallway. The walls of the man cave are covered in a sort of rustic style wood paneling made of different-sized boards stained a deep, chocolatey brown that matches the hardwood floor, rich leather furniture and honest-to-goodness bearskin rug. As a vegan that last detail should probably bother me, but I have to admit, I think it’s kinda cool.

  All those dark colors really suck up the light, giving the room a dim, cozy atmosphere. Plus, the old school stained glass table lamps are turned down real low, adding to the cave-like feel. I can hear the sound of squabbling football announcers on the television, and the pungent but enticing, masculine scent of cigars and whiskey wafts out into the hallway.

  “Trish,” Dad says, still blocking the entrance, “don’t be a little brat.”

  A brat? Did Daddy seriously just call me a brat? Well, that just makes me pout even more. I mean, I never ever bother Daddy and his friends when they are gathered in his man cave to watch a football game. But today I’m so freaking bored, I’m about to lose my mind.

  Usually when I come home from college for the weekend, I have plenty of stuff to keep myself entertained. Normally, my go-to activity would be to lay out by the swimming pool in a teensy-weensy bikini to get my bod nice and tan. Plus, I love torturing the next-door neighbor’s pimply-faced teenage son who I’ve caught stealing glances over the fence more than once.

  However, the weather has turned a bit too chilly for the pool. So normally my Plan B would be to curl up with my Kindle, which is chock full of dirty stories to occupy my time, but the darn thing is on the fritz, and I haven’t had a chance to get it fixed or order a new one.

  Anyway, I’m getting a little stir crazy, and Daddy and his friends sound like they’re having so much fun in there watching football.

  “Please, Daddy?” I beg, dumping two heaping tablespoons of sugar into my voice. Normally that’s enough for me to get my way, but Daddy is just so darn protective about his little man cave.

  “Trish, you don’t even like football,” he points out, still refusing to budge.

  Well, he’s got me there. Actually, I don’t even know the rules of football. I mean, I know the guys wear helmets and really tight pants. And they toss that funny egg-shaped ball around. But other than that, I have to admit, I’m a bit at a loss. I was even a varsity cheerleader in high-school, but I was so clueless, I would always cheer at the wrong times.

  Still, that doesn’t mean I can’t take up an interest in it now, right?

  “Aw, come on,” a warm, deep voice calls from within the dimly lit haze of the man cave. “You can let Trish watch the game with us for a bit. We don’t mind, right guys?”

  That was Neil, one of Daddy’s best buddies. He’s chilling in one of the big, comfy, leather armchairs with a smoldering cigar tucked between his big hairy knuckles and a low ball glass of Scotch on the rocks in hand.

  Neil’s the best. Of all my daddy’s friends, Neil is the one who always takes my side in every situation. He’s like that nice uncle who always spoils you rotten and lets you get your way every time.

  “Neil,” Daddy says, sounding even more annoyed. “I’ll say it again. This is the man cave. ‘Man’ being the operative word, okay? It’s not the family cave or the little girl—Hey! What do you think you’re doing, young lady?”

  While Daddy was talking over his shoulder to Neil, I took the opportunity to duck under his arm and into the comfortable darkness of the man cave that he was so busy ranting about.

  Now that I’m inside, I can see the whole room clearly. A massive flat screen TV takes up nearly an entire wall, and sure enough, there’s a football game playing. The bear skin rug is sprawled out on the floor, and the furniture is arranged around it. Two big, deep leather arm chairs, and a wide, matching couch in the middle. There are a couple of antlered trophy heads mounted around the walls to complete the caveman feel. Did I mention that Daddy and his buddies are hunters too?

  Yeah, the testosterone in here is off the charts.

  “Trish…” Daddy arches his eyebrow angrily.

  “But Neil said it was okay,” I chime.

  Daddy’s face clouds with increased annoyance.

  “Well it’s not Neil’s man cave,” he snorts, and then he jabs his thumb at his own chest. “It’s mine!”

 
; “Hey what’s the big deal?” another voice says, this one smooth as silk, but still super manly. “I agree with Neil. I don’t mind if Trish hangs out with us for a bit.”

  That was Tucker. He’s the youngest of the group, and as messed up as it is for me to say this about one of Daddy’s best buddies, Tucker is also the hottest. Seriously, he could be like a freaking male model. With his dark smoldering eyes, chiseled, stubble-lined jaw, and perfect, juicy lips, he’s an easy ten out of ten. And that’s not to mention his hot bod. Whenever he comes to our pool parties in the summer, it’s a struggle for me not to stare and drool at his deeply carved abs and toned arms and thighs.

  And let’s not mention the glimpses I’ve caught when his wet swim trunks cling to his crotch.

  “Oh now you too?” my dad says, glaring icily at Tucker. “I’ll remind you, that this is my house, pal. I make the rules here.”

  “Easy, easy,” Tucker chuckles raising his hands in mock surrender.

  “Okay, you know what?” Daddy says in a self-satisfied voice. “We’ll put it to a vote. How about that? What do you think Heston?”

  My heart sinks. The reason Daddy would even consider letting the guys vote on it is that he knows where Heston stands, and so do I.

  Heston is sitting on the couch, a massive mountain of a man. His muscled thighs are straining at the denim of his jeans, and his bulging chest and arms are stretching his flannel shirt. His glacier blue eyes, deeply set beneath his thick, dark eyebrows are locked on me with an intense and reproachful stare that makes my knees nearly buckle under its cold weight.

  Well so much for my hopes of hanging out in the man cave. There’s no way that Heston will agree to let me stay. If anything, he’s even more strict than Daddy.

  “It’s fine by me,” he grumbles. “Now can we get back to watching the game?”

  I can’t believe my ears. Never in a million years would I have expected that answer from Heston. But I’m not gonna argue with him either.

  “I win!” I chirp.

  As Daddy glares at me, arms folded across his chest, I plop down on the end of the couch and wiggle my little tushy into the soft leather upholstery to get comfy.