Daddy's Bedtime Taboo Sex Stories

by Kelly Fleming

  Slowly, I push my tongue inside you. I feel tiny spasms inside you with each movement. My tongue makes slow strokes in you. As if I am feeding from you. I plunge my tongue deeper. Reaching further within you with each stroke.

  I take my hands and spread you open more to me. Displaying you like a flower opening it's petals to the sun. Neither of us can believe how deep my tongue goes inside. I continue my slow torture of you. Moving in and out of you. Stabbing and then retracting. In varying speeds and rhythms.

  Soon, you begin to beg for more. Soft cries and pants fill the room. I speed up the licking. I move my way back up your body. I kiss you and allow you to taste yourself on my tongue. Meanwhile, I insert one finger in you. And build a rhythm. We're kissing. One hand is on your breast fondling and caressing, while the other is pleasuring you below.

  I suck your nipples. Licking and biting.. Nibbling. Each of them. At the same time I slide another finger inside you. My two fingers are fucking you. They speed up. You begin to grind down on my hand. You kiss me, moaning in my mouth. "God I want you so much." you say. You are almost in tears from need and pleasure.

  You just keep getting wetter and wetter, coating my fingers. So I add a third inside you. I rock my hand against your pussy while the fingers plunder you. In, out, in, out, in, out, in, out. Entering and withdrawing pushing you higher.. Taking you farther. Controlling your pleasure. I take the palm of my other hand and begin rubbing your clit in a gentle massage.

  You prop yourself up on your elbows watching. Your face contorting in expressions of pleasure and pain. "Fuck. Please. I'm gonna explode. I need to finish, now.." you exclaim.. I curl my fingers a bit and push in far, reaching your g-spot. And begin a massage of that area. Hitting it with each thrust and curling motion. Your head drops back as I speed up. I feel your inner walls begin to quiver, clench, and throb on my fingers. While I continue fuck you, I take your mouth again. Swallowing your cries and screams. Making sure they go no further than the walls of the hotel room.

  I've just made you cum all over my hand. I remove my soaked fingers and give your slit one last lick and probe of my tongue. Not letting any of that delicious nectar go to waste. I rub your juice on my nipples. You sit up and lean in. Sucking the wetness off my breasts. Then kiss me.

  We move to the jet tub. I turn on the water to a nice temp. Not too hot, not too cold. And add some bath oil. We sink into the water and allow the jets to massage our muscles. Holding each other. Caressing and kissing. Playing in the water.. Our skin is glistening and slick as we rub against one another. Feeling how erotic it feels to have the collision of slippery skin rubbing against another's body.

  Once the bath is over, we get out. We take turns drying each other with towels. Lingering in all the right spots. Crawl into the bed where we made love. And hold one another. Talking and laughing until sleep overtakes us. Til I drift into a dream.. A dream about my first taste of you.

  The End.

  Inside the Faerie Ring

  Erin Doyle was as sad as a lass could be; hard to believe that just a little over a year ago she was on top of the world. She'd met Brian Doyle when he came to her town looking for work. She fell for the tall dark stranger at once and right off convinced her father to hire him at the granary. As they say, opposites attract and these two could not look more different. Brian, with the long black hair and those dark eyes that appeared to look into your soul was as handsome a man as Erin had ever seen. Erin had light red hair and pale blue eyes that always sparkled when she smiled. With the slight dusting of freckles across her pert little nose, the two made quite a pair. Whereas Brian had broad shoulders and strong arms, Erin was small and thin framed. As much as she laughed and enjoyed life, he seldom smiled and never laughed.

  Ah yes they truly loved each other and when he asked her to be his bride she leaped into his arms and kissed him on the lips as she repeatedly answered yes. To add further to her joy she became with child right away, maybe as early as on their honeymoon. Erin loved being pregnant and proudly walked about town with her belly showing in front of her. Even the night of Chloe's birth things went well, as the midwife was surprised at the ease of the delivery.

  Then one night, soon after they brought the wee one home, Erin got up to check on the baby only to see Chloe lying lifeless in her bassinet. Erin was inconsolable and to make matters worse she had the feeling that Brian blamed her for the loss of their child. The couple grew apart as Brian began staying at work later and later leaving poor Erin alone with her grief. As the four walls of their little cottage began closing in on her, Erin began talking walks in the nearby forest, trying to escape her thoughts and her sadness. She found solitude among the trees and thus a daily routine was begun.

  One bright and sunny day she went farther than ever before and suddenly she realized she felt disoriented and lost. She noticed a lovely field of grass ahead and in the center, there was a ring of grass that was raised above the rest. She remembered from her childhood that these circles were called fairy rings and the fable was that the rings were magic. She thought about and it seemed that the fairies could sleep inside the rings safely as nothing could harm them there. The sun felt so good and she was tired so Erin decided to lay inside the ring for a short nap.

  Erin awoke to water dripping on her face; she opened her eyes to see a girl holding her in her lap. The girl was crying and the tears were running down her face and dripping onto Erin. The girl had curls of gold and the sun shining through them looked almost like a halo to Erin.

  "Girl why are you crying so," Erin asked the stranger.

  "I cry for you and your loss, tis so unfair my beautiful Erin."

  When Erin asked how this girl knew her name, her answer stunned her.

  "I was there the night the evil ones took your dear child; there was nothing I could do. I've been here waiting for you ever since, I knew you would come just as I know I can make your tears go away."

  As she talked, she brushed her hand through Erin's locks, it felt so soothing, and as she sighed, she noticed she was smiling for the first time in a long time.

  "Tell me what happened that night I need to..."

  "Hush dear, do not dwell on that awful night, just think of now and of us."

  She leaned down and kissed Erin on the lips, her kiss was so soft almost as if she had imagined it. The girl did it again and this time she let her tongue slide in between Erin's lips. The girl was fueling Erin's passion and she could feel the heat spreading through her body. They stared into each other's eyes as they held their kiss for a long time. When the girl broke the kiss Erin heard herself panting and wanting more.

  The girl reached out and stroked her nipple and it was only then that Erin notice that both she and the girl were naked. When the girl took her head and gently guided it toward her breast, Erin hungrily attacked her swollen nipple. When the girl went for Erin's nipple, she warned her she might still have milk as she had not dried up as of yet.

  "That's all right my dear for that is what I'm here for."

  She began to suckle on Erin's teat and she couldn't believe how erotic it felt. She held the girl's head and looked into her face; she noticed innocence and passion at the same time. After emptying one breast, she started on the other and soon Erin was milked dry. Although Erin was wishing for more kisses afterward, the girl had other ideas. She let herself slide down Erin's body and was soon at that secret place between her thighs. She felt her own legs spreading for this magical girl and then to her shock yet utter delight the girl put her lips to Erin's sex. This shock of pleasure by far the most intense in Erin's life was only to be replaced by the girl gluing her mouth to Erin's nub located at the top of her sex. Erin screamed aloud as her orgasm cascaded about her. Though not her first, it was the most intense of her young life. Again and again, the girl drew out these extreme climaxes until Erin became so sensitive she begged for the girl to stop.

  The girl crawled back up to be next to her and they lay together nestled as two spoons in a kitchen drawe
r, still panting with excitement as they held each other close. It was turning dark as evening came and Erin felt herself drifting off to sleep. Suddenly her eyes opened,

  "Dear girl what is your name I need to know your name."

  "My name be Aisling, now sleep my pretty for you have a busy day ahead."

  Erin fell into a deep sleep and when she awoke, it was morning. Aisling was gone, leaving Erin alone inside the fairy ring yet even more strange she was now fully dressed. When she stood, she could see her own cottage just down the hill, so home she went. Had this all been only a dream or had a fairy princess visited her. Whatever it had been it had managed to lift a great weight off her soul and she knew that her life would continue after all.

  When she walked in the door she saw Brian standing there with worry written all over his face.

  "Erin, oh thank god your back, I've been so worried I'd lost you forever."

  He grabbed her in his strong arms and swung her round and round. He carried her into their bedroom where he undressed her and then they made love for the first time since that fateful night so long ago. To Erin it was magical and she laughed as her husband sprayed his load deep inside her.

  "You know Brian you just made me with child again."

  "Oh I so hope so Erin, we need another child so we can get on with our lives."

  "I want you to know I'll be naming her Aisling and she will be a vision."

  Aisling was born to the Doyles almost nine months later to the day. She was healthy and strong, as she seemed to grow taller every day. She looked like her mother but was strong like her father and she had her mother's good humor. One day after school, Aisling was taking a shortcut home through the woods and she came to a girl sitting inside a raised circle in a grassy field. The girl smiled at her so Aisling said,

  "Hello what is your name?"

  "My name is the same as yours my dear, Aisling."

  "How so very strange, I've never heard of anyone else named the same as me."

  "Yes that is strange, so Aisling my guess is you are now eighteen, is that right?"

  "Why, yes that is right, in fact today is my birthday, I'm eighteen today."

  "That is splendid, come dear, sit beside me for I've much to teach you."

  The End.

  Crueltease

  I just love being a tease. Oh, and showing off. Sometimes, when I'm in the right mood, the two together can be such fun. Even the most boring and mundane of housework can be livened up with a naughty mind. Yesterday just happened to be one of those times...

  I've been putting it off since spring, so when I got up I decided that it was time to redecorate my bedroom. I'd already done the spare room, because my younger brother has finished college and is staying with me for the summer vacation. Our parents moved to Spain when he started college, leaving me with the honor of putting him up whenever he's home. That's ok with me: we're close enough in age to get on fine, he does help around the house occasionally and his board helps me pay for essentials, like shoes and clothes and girlie nights out with my friends.

  So, when I checked the garage and found that I didn't have any lining paper left, I sent Pete off with a handful of notes and my car keys to buy some more. Not expecting to see notes, car, wallpaper or Pete back for some time, I dragged and heaved my paint, stepladders, brushes and other bits and bobs up to my room. Doing that made me really quite hot, with it being a warm, sunny day, so I decided to forego my normal scruffy clothes and changed into a pair of very short and too tight old shorts and one of my dad's old shirts tied at the front under my breasts (it was far too warm a day for underwear).

  Sanding down the paintwork around the windows was my first job and as I worked I found that the movements of my body caused my unrestrained breasts to rub against the inside of my shirt, causing my nipples to become rather excited. I also found that the gusset of my shorts rubbed my pussy in a quite delicious way. It wasn't long before I was having naughty thoughts and enjoying decorating somewhat more than usual. My thoughts were turning towards my toy draw and the possibility of having a play-break when I saw my brother's friend, Boot (his real name is Simon; I have no idea why everyone, including his Dad, call him Boot) approaching the house. 'Oh bugger,' I said to myself, knowing that my wank would have to wait. I made my way downstairs and opened the door just as Boot got to the doorstep.

  "Hi Alison," said Boot.

  "Hi Boot," said Alison (that's me), "Pete's off out at the moment running an errand for me. Do you want to come in and wait for him?"

  "Sure," he replied, eyes fixed on my chest, "if that's ok?"

  I turned and walked back into the house, deliberately wiggling my hips, just a teeny bit more than usual, because I was still feeling rather naughty. I heard Boot shut the door behind him and follow me through to the kitchen.

  "Would you like a drink?" I asked, walking over to the fridge.

  "Thanks," he answered, "that would be great."

  I opened the fridge, bent over a little more than necessary to look inside and pulled out a couple of beers. The cucumber sat in the salad draw caught my eye.

  "I'm going to make a sandwich, are you hungry?"

  "No. I'm ok. The beer will be fine, thanks."

  I put a loaf of bread on my chopping board, with the carving knife and a vegetable knife and went back to the fridge. I took out the cucumber and stood, tapping the end of it against my lips as I made out that I was considering what else to have. From the corner of my eye I could see that Boot was watching me intently. Eventually I settled for sliced ham and mayo. I carried everything across to the table and stood opposite my brother's friend. Again I leaned over, far more than I needed, to cut slices off my bread, my boobs probably completely visible to Boot, down my very loose top, swinging as I sawed the loaf. I spread mayo on one slice, placed a couple of bits of ham on it and picked up the cucumber. It was fresh and unopened. I held it up in front of me, peeled back the cling wrap a little from the broader end and rolled it down with a few 'wanking' movements of my hand, before putting it down on the board and taking half a dozen slices off the end.

  "I love cucumber," I said, holding it up and stroking it.

  I closed my sandwich, sat down opposite him and asked how his college course was going. As we talked and I ate, I let one of my hands down below the table, but my shorts were too tight to get it down the front, so I pulled one leg aside and, with my pussy now completely exposed, but just out of sight, began touching myself. By the time I had finished my snack, I was very wet and feeling very horny indeed. I pulled my shorts aside as far as I could and stood up, picked up the knives and board and took them to the dishwasher. With my back to Boot, I opened the machine, gave my shorts another pull up and to the side and bent over at my hips to put my dishes in. He saw me. I heard him grunt. I wriggled a bit as I rearranged the contents of the machine then closed it back up.

  "I have to go finish up my sanding," I told him, as I packed everything else except the cucumber away again. "Feel free to sit in the lounge and watch TV or something."

  Being an old barn conversion, my house is an unusual layout, with three bedrooms upstairs where the haylofts used to be, all along one side of a landing area that ran the length of and overlooked the large, open lounge. The stairs ran down one side of the lounge next to the kitchen. From the lounge you can look up and see the three bedrooms and Boot watched me every step of the way as I hopped up the stairs and into my room. I left the door wide open and went back to work. I could hear the TV come on while I sanded away for a few minutes. There was a fair amount of dust, most of it on me. I decided I should have a shower.

  I left the bedroom and headed back downstairs. Boot looked up as I reached the bottom and I told him I was going to clean up. The main bathroom in my house is upstairs, at the end above the kitchen, but there is a shower room and WC downstairs, just off the lounge. That was where I headed. I pushed the door about half shut, turned on the shower and stripped off. I could see Boot turning to look occasionally
in the mirror, but was pretty sure he could see nothing more than teasing glimpses. I got in the shower, pulled the curtain closed and enjoyed washing myself down for a few minutes. I paid particular attention to making sure my pussy was as clean as possible.

  Once I was done, I got out of the shower, dried down and wrapped a small towel around me. It was only just big enough to cover my boobs and half my bum, and only just tied at the side, leaving one side of my body almost completely revealed. I left the shower room and went into the kitchen, picked up the cucumber and headed back into the lounge. Boot looked straight at me with his eyes wide. I could see the bulge in his trousers as he sat in front of the TV. I wiggled the cucumber, winked at him and bounced back upstairs into my room, dropping my towel as I went through the door.

  I sat down on my bed, directly opposite the wide open door, and un-wrapped the cucumber. I lay back, spread my legs wide and started playing with my lips and clit. I heard careful, but not silent footsteps as I licked and sucked the vegetable, making it wet and slippery. I closed my eyes. The footfalls stopped just by my door. I put my plaything between my legs and gently eased the tip of it in to my hungry hole. It was so large it took a minute or two of working it in and out, a little further each time, before my pussy had relaxed and stretched enough to get a decent length in.

  Once it was in enough it felt delicious. So very hard and nobbly and big! I slowly pumped it in and out, playing with my clit with my other hand and listening to the frantic jerking sounds coming from the doorway. Each thrust I pushed down towards my bum, so the tip inside me rubbed the front and hit my g-spot. It didn't take much of that before I was crying out and moaning as my orgasm came on. I felt something splash on one of my feet just as my climax was at its peak. I pushed the cucumber in hard, rubbed my clit as fast as I could and screamed out as I came.