Massive Taboo Bundle: 46 Stories (24 page)

“Erica,” he pants. He puts his hands on my waist and pulls
away so he can look me in the eye as he rams his cock into me. I know I have
the same look of sex haze on my face that he has on his. I hold his arms as he
pounds into me hard. I moan and wince and try to focus my eyes on his.

He is hitting my pussy in a deep spot, driving his dick deep
into me over and over. I feel pleasure start to swell to a peek again. I moan
in ecstasy. He fucks harder.

The pleasure rages up then and explodes inside me hard.
“UGGHHH!” I close my eyes as it takes over my body, pulsing ecstasy from deep
inside my cunt out to the rest of me. I burst into tears again. I open my eyes
to see tears streaming down his face as he fucks me frantically. He looks me in
the eye until he can’t anymore.

“UGGHHH!” he groans as he cringes his eyes shut and shoots
hot cum into my cunt. He is breathing heavily as he stops fucking and pulls me
close again and holds me tight.

We hold each other tightly and he strokes my back, running
his fingers along my long hair.

“How long do you think you will still love me?” he asks me
quietly as he strokes my hair.

“Forever,” I say. My arms are wrapped tightly around him.
“How about you?”

“Forever,” he says. “But I can’t propose to you right now.”

I moan, disappointed. “You were going to?”

“Yes,” he says quietly. “But I can’t justify it. You are still
so young.”

I can feel myself pouting. It’s probably good he can’t see
that. It would prove his point.

“But in two or three years, if you still want to be with me,
I would propose to you then.”

“Really?” I ask happily. I lay my head on his shoulder.

“Yes,” he laughs at my happiness. “But you have to promise
to go to college.”

“There are conditions?”

“No, it’s just something I want for you. Okay?”

“Okay,” I say. It’s not like I was going to skip college
anyway. I already got accepted to a few places.

“We should probably keep our relationship a secret for now,”
he says seriously. “People wouldn’t understand.”

“I agree,” I say. I pull away from the hug so I can kiss
him.

“I love you,” I say.

“I love you too,” he says with a smile. He pulls me to my
feet. I am wobbly. He leads me to the window at the back wall of the cabin,
next to the bed. He pulls the dark curtains open. There is a beautiful view of
a mountain range, dimly lit by a full moon in the sky.

“Wow,” I say.

He stands behind me and puts his arms around me. He starts
running his hands up and down the front of my naked body, caressing my large
breasts, running his hands over my stomach. Then he starts sucking on my neck.
I groan. I can feel myself get wetter, but I can’t take any more fucking.

“My pussy is so sore,” I say quietly to him.

“It’s okay,” he whispers into my ear. “I can fuck you in the
ass. If that’s okay.”

I feel a surge of horniness as he says that.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper. “Fuck my ass.”

My heart starts to beat faster as he slides his hand down
the front of my body and reaches deep inside my cunt. He covers his hand with
our cum and pulls it out again. I glance back to see him spread it all over his
cock, which is hard again.

I groan in anticipation. He leans me forward slightly. I put
my hands on the windowsill. Hopefully no one can see us in this darkness. He
parts my ass cheeks with his hand and carefully works his cock into my asshole.

“Mmm,” I moan. Then his hands move to my big tits and he
starts to massage them. He starts slowly thrusting in and out of my ass. I
groan. I reach back to grip his ass in my hands, feeling it clench as he
thrusts.

“Oh, God…” I moan. He works into me faster, building up to a
hard rhythm rocking our bodies together. I am out of breath as he plunges in and
out of my tight asshole. I feel aching pleasure start to build up as he fucks
me. He is breathing heavily into my ear. I am panting too.

I stare at the beautiful mountains as he fucks me, thinking
about how we are forever. It turns me on more. “Oh, Daddy…” I groan. “Fuck me
so hard…”

He starts plunging himself into me harder. I ache more, but
the pleasure is intense. I can barely speak. “Oh, God…”

We are panting and moaning and fucking hard. Pleasure is
building up around us like a tidal wave. We are moaning and groaning louder
now. It’s a good thing we don’t have neighbors.

“UGH!” I groan as I am almost there. Then I feel the
pleasure rage up into an explosion. It shoots hard ecstasy through my ass and
cunt. “UGGGHHH!” I yell as it hits me. Another sharp jolt of pleasure shoots
through me right after. “UGGHH!”

He starts to pant louder as he fucks me hard for a few more
thrusts, then groans loudly as a huge load of cum shoots out of him and into my
ass. “UGGHHH!”

“Oh, fuck,” he says, panting and holding my body close.
“Fuck…”

“I love you, Daddy,” I say breathlessly.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he says quietly into my ear.
Then he kisses my ear hungrily. It is hard to calm down from this high.

He lets his dick slide out of my anus and he continues to
hold me tight as our breathing slows. He doesn’t loosen his grip on me. And I
don’t want him to. I run my hands over his hips, then reach up to run my
fingers through his hair. Then I move my arms down to settle over his, over my
breasts. We stare out at the mountains as we hold each other tight. I turn my
head to the side to kiss him, and he kisses me back.

Consoling
Jason
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I wake up and open my eyes to find myself in my childhood
bedroom. I am confused for a moment. Then I remember what happened. I walked in
on my husband Chad having sex with another woman. At his office! He was
actually doing it with her on his office floor. He was working late. I was
going to surprise him with a sandwich for dinner. Guess I was the surprised
one.

We’d been married for a year. I’m only 21. I decided to go
back to my mother’s house to stay for a while. When I got here I was surprised
to learn my stepfather had just discovered my mother was cheating on him. She
left him last night for her boyfriend she’d been chatting with online. Wow.

My stepdad, Jason, is ten years younger than my mom. He’s in
his mid-thirties. He’s a banker. He’s gorgeous. Tall, wide shoulders, muscles
from working out, reddish blond hair, tan skin, sparkly green eyes. Yes, I’ve
noticed these things. I have no idea what my mother’s boyfriend is like, but
how can she leave Jason?

I stretch my body as I lie in the bed thinking. It’s
Saturday morning. I have no idea what I will do now. I have no job. I was a
housewife. I used to be a model. During my childhood and teen years. I have
naturally platinum blond hair. Kind of rare, I guess. I stopped modeling
because I wasn’t tall enough to continue it into adulthood. I’m only 5’4”.
Also, my breasts grew to be rather ample, double D’s. You’d think that’d be
okay in the mainstream modeling world, but they actually do prefer smaller
breasts, or average sized. The kind of modeling available to busty women was
not the kind I was interested in.

I went to college for a few years, but I could never decide
on a major. I have no idea what I want to do. So when I got married, I decided
to be a housewife. Chad was okay with that. And now I am totally lost. Jason
said I am welcome to stay here as long as I need to. He certainly understands
how I feel. Last night we stayed up late talking about it. And drinking a
little bit.

The vibes got a little weird and overly sexual, so we both
decided to call it a night. I climb out of bed now a little awkwardly. I’m
still feeling a little tipsy. No headache, though. Nice. I’m wearing a really
long white T-shirt, and my long curly hair is a little messy as I step out into
the hall. I need a glass of water.

Jason doesn’t seem to be up yet. I make myself some cereal
and take it back to my bedroom. I feel kind of weird living in a house with
just my stepdad. He married my mother when I was 16. We never spent a whole lot
of time together alone before.

When I finish my cereal, I crawl into bed again and pull the
covers up to my chin. I’m probably depressed, but I don’t care. What else am I
going to do today? It’s hard to erase the image of Chad pounding his dick into
his gorgeous red-haired secretary from my mind. And the moaning. I may vomit. I
close my eyes and try to think of nicer things. Puppies? I don’t know. I need
more sleep.

I wake up to someone saying my name.

“Nichole?” he says. Then he pats my shoulder a bit. I open
my eyes groggily.

“Jason?”

My stepdad is sitting on my bed, dressed and ready for the
day. The light in the room is different. Shadows have shifted.

“What time is it?” I ask.

“Three thirty in the afternoon.”

“Oh, my.”

He laughs. “Yeah, you kind of overslept. I thought I should
wake you. Or see if you’re… depressed.”

“Duh,” I say, and pull the covers over my head.

“None of that,” he says, pulling the blankets off my head.
“I know how you feel. I spent the day at the shooting range trying to hit
bullseyes. Not sure it helped.” He looks a little forlorn now.

“Alright, I’ll get up,” I say. “But only if we stop talking
about the obvious spouse problems. Let’s ignore them and pretend they don’t
exist.”

“Hmm,” he says. “Okay. I’m going to order a pizza. And then
we can… play video games or something.”

“Or you can teach me how to play video games,” I say. “Not
sure I know how.”

“Okay. Good. Up up.” He smiles at me and wanders out of my
room to make the call.

“Pepperoni?” he calls back to me.

“Yes, please,” I call back.

Well, we’ve started the drinking again. We ate pizza, played
video games all evening, then Jason broke out the beer. I’ve only had a beer
and a half, but he’s starting to look damn irresistible to me. We are sitting
close on the couch and my feet are curled up on an ottoman. I’m facing him.

“I can’t believe she left you. You’re gorgeous. What was she
thinking?” I suddenly blurt out. I’m too tipsy to even be embarrassed about it.

He smiles. “Thank you. I think you’re too gorgeous for Chad
to cheat on also.”

“Thank you,” I say. We tap our beer bottles together. Then
we laugh.

He looks at me a little seriously then. “You have very pretty
blue eyes, you know.”

I look away from him. “Where is this going?” I ask quietly.
Like I don’t know. I guess we are going to stop ignoring our attraction to each
other?

He reaches out and puts his hand on my cheek and turns my
head to face him again. I let him. I look into his eyes as he slowly moves
closer to me. I don’t know if I have the nerve to do this. He leans in to kiss
me and I turn away at the last second. He stops. He puts his face against my
cheek. And then he sensuously kisses my cheek. I feel my body warm up.

“Oh, Jason, Jason…” I say, unsure.

“Shh…” he says. “We don’t owe anyone anything.” He goes back
to kissing my cheek.

I feel a tear or two run down my cheek. Chad is the only man
I’ve ever been with. It’s kind of sad that that’s over. But Chad’s the one who
ended it. Not me. Jason licks the tear off my cheek. I smile. I turn to kiss
him back.

He kisses me passionately. This is so bizarre. This is my
mother’s husband. That’s all he’s ever been to me. This feels wrong. And sort
of right. And sort of kinky. I open my mouth to let our tongues tangle together
in an erotic dance. He’s a good kisser. I set my beer down on the table behind
the couch. Jason does the same with his. Then he starts to unbutton my white
long sleeved blouse. I dress conservatively to hide my big bust. I shiver as
his rough hands touch my skin. I pull away from his kiss for a moment.

“Are we really doing this?” I ask breathlessly. “Nevermind,”
I say, and then kiss him again while I laugh. I feel the fog of depression lift
as he kisses me. He has my shirt off now. I gingerly reach under his rust
colored T-shirt to feel his defined ab muscles. God, he’s sexy. I am too shy to
pull his shirt off, but he stops kissing me long enough to whip it off and toss
it aside. It makes me nervous. This is going so fast. I start to hyperventilate
a little. He stops kissing.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“It’s just…” I say, trying to breathe. “I’ve never been with
anyone but Chad. I’m a little… inexperienced, I guess.” I close my eyes and try
to breathe normally.

“Oh… it’s okay,” he says, and rubs my shoulders a little.
“Here, turn,” he says, turning me around so my back is to him. He starts
rubbing my shoulders better now. He really knows how to make me feel good. And
relax. He massages my muscles and I feel my breathing return to normal.

“God, that feels good,” I say. He answers by quickly kissing
me between my shoulder blades. I laugh. He massages lower on my back. I moan. I
hadn’t even realized how tense my muscles were. He massages all the way to the
top of my pants, then he stops. I am very turned on right now. I’m kind of
afraid to show it. He scoots closer to me and wraps his arms around me and puts
his chin on my shoulder.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says quietly.

“You won’t. You’re not,” I say. I run my fingers up and down
his forearms. He pulls away and turns me around to face him again. He kisses me
gently. I kiss him back. He gradually gets more passionate. I respond eagerly.
While kissing me, he scoops me up in his arms and starts to walk toward the
bedrooms. He stops before he gets there. I see what he is thinking. He doesn’t
want to sleep with me in the bed he shared with my mother.

“Guest bedroom?” I ask.

“Not your room?” he asks.

“I kind of lost my virginity in that room,” I say
sheepishly.