Massive Taboo Bundle: 46 Stories (63 page)

Eventually, he climbs off of me, quietly gathers his
clothing from the floor and leaves my room, closing my door on his way out. He always
used to close my door after speaking to me in my room, out of politeness, for
privacy. Seems out of place for him to do it now.

I miss him and his dick. I almost appreciate the fact that
he kept me away from sexual pleasure for so long. If I had known sex felt that
wonderful, I would definitely have been a slut.

I turn off the lamp on my nightstand. Then I reach down to
my clit, very slippery now with both our cum, and stroke it like he did.
Magical. I feel the pleasure raging up inside me again. I cup a big breast in
one hand as I fuck myself with the other hand. I rub my clit harder and harder
until I feel an intense orgasm rock through my body, causing me to clench up my
muscles and writhe around on my bed as if in pain.

I moan as I let myself drift off to sleep. I don't even pull
my covers up, even though it's chilly. As I drift off I realize my curtains
have been open this whole time. I wonder if anyone saw me fucking my stepdad.
Or if anyone can see me nude now. I don't care enough to get up and close the
curtains. I fall asleep.

***

I wake to the sound of the lawnmower right outside my
window. I open my eyes and look toward the sound. I realize with a start that
my neighbor, Micah, is staring in at me. Then I realize I'm nude and my hand is
still partially inside my vagina. He looks fascinated.

I yank my hand away from my pussy and leap off the bed to
cross the room and close the curtains. He doesn't look embarrassed to be caught
ogling me. He just stares at my breasts bouncing wildly as I cross the room.
And then we can't see each other anymore. I hear the lawnmower move away from
the window.

Micah is a boy at my school, 18 and a senior like me. He has
short light brown hair that is a little too long and hangs into his eyes in a
cute way. He's kind of tall and lanky. He's one of the boys I pretended to
myself I didn't have a crush on, since I was supposed to stay away from boys.

With heavy rains lately, the grass has needed to be cut, so
he cuts it for us before school sometimes. Alan pays him.

I throw on a robe and head for the bathroom to get ready for
school. I pass Alan in the hallway and we both look embarrassed. I say
"excuse me" politely like I didn't just let him fuck my brains out
like a whore last night. I blush as I pass him.

He leaves the house before I do, he has teacher stuff to do,
he always leaves earlier than me. I walk the five blocks to school feeling
humiliated and exuberant at the same time. What we did was wrong, but hopefully
no one knows and it will be fine.

I spend the day wondering if people can tell. Do I walk
differently? When I talk to my friends I wonder if they can tell I'm different,
but I would never ask them. Somehow I don't think they'd understand about
letting my stepdad fuck me. Maybe they don't know how awesome fucking is. Then
at some point I realize maybe they do. Maybe some of them have fucked him
already. Damn.

I come home after school and watch TV for a while, then I
get dinner started. It's my turn. Chili from a can and corn bread from the
freezer.

When I hear him come in the front door I jump a little. I
didn't realize how much I'd been waiting anxiously for him.

He walks into the kitchen looking wary. He carries a grocery
bag to the counter and sets it down.

"I bought salad," he says.

"Oh," I say as I stir the chili. I feel my pussy
getting wet just from being near him. This is so embarrassing. How do you ask
someone to fuck you politely? Is there a way?

Turns out I don't have to. He sets his jacket on a stool and
presses his body to mine from behind. I stop stirring and close my eyes.

He wraps his arms around me and leans down to kiss my neck.
I turn off the burner. I put my hands on his arms and moan. He moves his hands
to my waist and slides them under my layers of T-shirt and sweatshirt. I shiver
as he cups my big breasts in his hands. I feel so womanly when he does these
things to me. Like a grown up. Suddenly he moves one of his hands from my
breast to my waist again, and slips his hand inside my elastic waistband pants.
I am shocked. Can we do this in the kitchen?

No one will see us, no curtains are open, we live alone.
Still, wow!

His fingers slide into my panties and down to my eager clit
again. I moan and press my body back into his. He rubs my clit furiously as I
feel pleasure crescendo up quickly. I pant and moan as he kisses my neck and
fingers my pussy. His stroking brings me to a hard orgasm as I tense against
his body.

I can feel his hard cock through his pants. He quickly whips
his hand out of my panties and grabs my pants and panties and pulls them down
to about my knees. I gasp. I'm shocked. I feel so naked to be in the kitchen
this way. I hear him unzip his own pants. With his foot he spreads my legs
apart as far as they will go with my pants near my knees, then he bends his
knees as shoves his hard cock up into me. I shudder and feel my legs wobble.
This is so exciting. So adult.

He grabs onto my hips as I grab onto the edge of the
stovetop. Then he starts to fuck me from behind as I gasp and moan. He shoves
his hard cock deep into my slippery pussy. I want him so bad I can feel my
pussy juices dripping down my inner thighs.

He grunts as he fucks me deep and hard. He sounds like he's
getting out years of frustration by fucking me hard right now. I moan and
shiver as pleasure tingles through me, pulsing and building to a hard peak
inside my cunt. He pounds me until I break, an intense orgasm shaking my
muscles and making me grunt loudly. He groans and shivers as he releases hot
semen deep inside me.

He leans into me and hugs me for a minute as we calm our
breathing down. Then he simply pulls out of me and walks out of the kitchen,
leaving me with my pants around my ankles.

***

We have both cleaned up and are eating dinner now, barely
looking at each other. The change in our relationship is too weird for both of
us, I guess. A few days ago he was my protector. Now he's the one violating me.
That's what he always called sex. I don't mind being violated now.

After dinner we both go our separate ways. I go upstairs to
do homework and he stays downstairs to watch TV. I feel lonely without him. We
used to talk more. But now it's not his conversation that I really miss. It's
his cock. I think I might be a nympho.

I get ready for bed, putting on a long T-shirt. I crawl into
bed, wondering if we will fuck again tonight. My curtains are closed now, just
in case. I will have to learn how to initiate sex. I want it so bad, but can't
figure out how to let him know.

But again, I shouldn't have worried.

He walks into my room without knocking about a half hour
after I go to bed. He is wearing nothing but boxer shorts, and he has an
erection. I feel my heart start to pound as I sit up in bed.

He steps over to me wordlessly and holds out his hand to me.
I take it and he pulls me out of the bed.

He presses his body to my back and puts his arms around me
as we walk. I feel dizzy. I can feel his big cock pressing against my butt,
through my thin panties. He reaches down and slips his fingers into my panties
and into my slit as we walk. I stop.

"No, keep walking," he says. I moan. He starts to
rub my clit as I force my legs to walk. I feel so weak. I can barely keep my
eyes open as he forces pleasure out of my little button.

I try to stop walking again, in the hall, but he urges me
forward by pressing me with his body.

"Daddy, no…" I say. I want to surrender to the
pleasure.

"Shh, baby," he says, rubbing my clit vigorously,
"keep going."

I walk slowly past the bathroom, down the hall to his room
as he fucks me with his hand. I feel pleasure shiver through me in tiny waves.
We step into his bedroom and the ecstasy suddenly takes me over, making my legs
wobble as I tighten my muscles and groan.

He scoops me up in his arms as I'm orgasming and lays me
under the covers on his big bed. The big grown-up bed. It smells like his manly
bodywash in here. I weakly lift my arms as he takes my nightshirt off, then
pulls off my panties. He pulls his boxers off quickly as I watch his big cock
bounce around.

He lies down on top of me immediately, spreading my legs as
he shoves his cock inside me. I groan as he fills me to the brim. It's shocking
in a good way.

"Ohh…" he moans as he starts thrusting into me
enthusiastically. "I am going to fill you with my seed. I'm going to fuck
you hard until your womb yields to me."

I shiver and groan as his words turn me on. He plays with my
tits as he fucks me, roughing them up. I reach down and grab his butt cheeks,
pulling him deeper into me. Or trying to. That makes him groan.

"Daddy, fuck me so hard…" I whimper as he drives
himself into me. "Fuck me 'til we make babies."

He speeds up his fucking at my words and I feel pleasurable
sensations shiver through me from my tight cunt. Oh, God, I want him so deep
inside me. I feel like we are both straining for the unachievable, to fuck so
deep that we become one. He thrusts into my core over and over and I can't wait
until he sprays his semen inside me again. I want so badly for something to
take hold from our fucking. I want him to claim me by planting his seed inside
me. Who better than the man who has been like a father to me? It seems right
that my Daddy is the one fucking me now.

He thrusts deep and hard, working up a sweat. "Come on,
girl," he says. "Get pregnant for Daddy. Come on, Alia." I
groan. I so want to give him what he wants. I feel intense pleasure building up
inside me.

He fucks frantically as I stare at the ceiling in shock.
This is going to be a big orgasm.

He has his hands on my breasts, and his elbows next to my
body. He suddenly tweaks my nipples with his fingers and sends me into the
stratosphere.

I groan so loudly the neighbors must hear it. I arch my back
as a hard deep orgasm explodes inside me. It lasts a moment or two while I
groan and thrash. I whimper as another tiny orgasm escapes me.

He gasps as his body tenses up, then groans as he releases a
huge load of cum inside me.

I wrap my legs and arms around him as he lies down on top of
me. I want his cock to stay deep inside me as we fall asleep, I want to make
sure he plants his seed deep.

He seems to understand and puts his arms around me and rolls
us over so I am lying on top of him, my legs straddling him, his cock and load
of semen deep inside me. We hold each other tight as we fall asleep.

***

Micah sits across the counter from me in my kitchen. We're
both on stools, eating ice cream. He's been talking to me more lately at
school, though neither of us has brought up what he saw through my window that
one morning.

He came to bring us some of our mail they got in their box
next door, and then I invited him in. Now we don't have much to say, we've just
been making small chit chat.

I smile at him and he finishes his ice cream and smiles back
at me.

"Well, this was fun," he says. He seems nervous.
"I guess I'll be seeing you." He gets up to leave.

"Okay," I say, dropping my spoon in my bowl and
walking him into the living room.

Just then Alan walks in the front door. He stops and stares
for a moment.

"Mr. Clayton," Micah says.

"Hey, Micah," Alan says in a friendly way, then
holds the door as Micah walks out. He closes the door behind him and then walks
over to me slowly, looking serious.

"I can tell you're not fucking him," he says to
me.

"Alan!" I say, shocked. It's not like I haven't
thought about fucking Micah. I just can't seem to get him to make a move on me.
I know I'm supposed to belong to Alan, but now that I know what sex is like, I
want to explore it a little. A lot.

Alan walks up behind me as we watch Micah through the front
window. He puts his arms around me.

"He looked too nervous," he says. "I knew if
he'd fucked you he wouldn't look so anxious."

Micah picks up ball from his yard and starts throwing it for
his dog. I thought boys liked sex. Why is it so hard to get him to do it with
me?

I'm wearing my usual layers of clothing, a zipped hoodie and
T-shirt over jeans. Alan puts his hands underneath my shirt. I gasp. It's still
light outside, so Micah probably can't see us, but still. I feel my body start
to warm up as my stepdad's hands travel up to my big breasts. He fondles them
over my bra as he talks to me.

"You don't want a boy like that," he says.
"You don't want a boy. You want a man." One of his hands slides down
my belly and unbuttons the top of my jeans. I feel my pussy get wet. "I
know you haven't fucked anyone but me yet, and I don't want you to. I want to
be your one and only, Alia." He slips his fingers into my pussy. I moan.

"My cock is the only cock that will know your
pussy," he says as he starts to gently flick my clit.

I moan and start to breathe faster. God, I hope Micah
doesn't even glance in this direction. He's already seen enough that he wasn't
supposed to.

Alan speeds up his rubbing of my clit. "Only me,"
he says. "No clumsy boys. Alright?" He is breathing hard into my ear.
I can feel his cock pressing my butt. His fingers rub my slippery button furiously.
"Micah doesn't even know how to do this, Alia," he says. "But I
do… and so much more…"

I feel an intense orgasm surge through me as I look out the
window at Micah laughing and playing. I know he could never do this to me.
Doesn't mean I can't feel sad about it.

Suddenly Alan scoops me up in his arms and carries me to the
kitchen. He takes me over to the table on the other side of the island and
moves a chair aside to set me down on my feet on the floor. He bends me forward
over the table. I moan. He pulls my jeans and panties down to expose my ass. I
hear him unzip his own pants and very soon after feel his big cock squeeze into
my tight cunt. I grunt and shudder as he fills me.