Daddies Taboo

by Iona Nixon

  "Hm, that would have been when I took you home that night after you broke up with me."

  "Yeah." She squeezed his hands. "Did it hurt? Kissing me goodnight like that?"

  "Some, but I tried to deliberately remember it, just in case it was the last one we ever shared."

  "I know you remember our first one. You've written about it."

  "So I have. You know, that is one of two kisses I remember in full, glorious detail."

  She looked around at him. "The other being the first time you kissed Jen, I hope?"

  "It's our wedding kiss, actually. I can't remember the first time Jen and I kissed. I remember a time before we'd started truly dating when I drove her home from class. I thought she was going to kiss me when I dropped her off." He laughed, a soft rumble behind her head. "I was actually afraid she would! I wasn't ready for that, yet."

  She squeezed his arms again and snuggled back against his chest. "She's so lucky."

  "You'd have ended up hating me, babe."

  She turned around so that she was sitting crossways in his lap, looking him in the eye. "Jen doesn't and you guys have been married twenty years. Why would I? Am I more finicky than her? Harder to deal with?"

  "Because I tell myself that so it doesn't hurt." He smiled and cupped her face with his hand. "We are where we are. And while I love playing what-ifs and daydreaming about a life with you, it can hurt. So ... sometimes I lie to myself."

  "Hm. Like me saying I remember you better than you really were, so that during those dark, lonely nights -" she looked around and held her hands out "- when I play what-ifs and dream about you, about kissing you, about...about other things, I don't end up thinking I would have been better off somehow and hating someone who loves me."

  He leaned forward and kissed her cheek. "Exactly. Tough line to walk, isn't it?"

  She snuggled up against him. "Shut up and hold me, dream-person." She put her hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating, slow and steady. After a few minutes, she sat up and looked him in the eye. Gorgeous green eyes that capture me so easily.

  "Okay, this is my dream and I expect certain things from my dreams. The two biggest things I demand are wish-fulfillment and a lack of guilt." She turned to straddle his legs and splayed her hands out on his chest, looking him over. "And I have some very definite wishes with your name on them, Kyle."

  He ran his hands up her back, making the flannel of her gown shift and making her shiver. "Wherever shall I start in fulfilling your wishes, ma'am?"

  Cassidy leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, then sat back. "You can start by kissing me like I'm the only woman in the world."

  He slid one hand further up to cradle the back of her head while the other drifted down to her waist. "I thought you already were, sweetheart." His hands gently pulled her closer to him, eyes locked on hers, until only a tiny fraction of an inch separated their lips. "May I?"

  She felt like she was about to melt and explode, all at once. "Please."

  As their lips touched again, her arms shuddered and collapsed to leave her sprawled on his chest, his hand twined in her hair. He rolled them so that she was mostly against the back of the couch, lying along his left side. He ran his fingers through the length of her hair, letting his hand stop on her hip.

  She floated for a long time, just kissing him -- being kissed by him. Lips, eyelids, cheeks, ears, neck, throat ... she moved to hover over him, steering his kisses by providing places to kiss. As he nuzzled the hollow of her throat, she sighed happily.

  She sat back, looking at him intently. Can I do this? Can I let myself dream about surrendering -- no, demanding from him that he love me? Can I do it without guilt? She pulled the dark green shirt out of his jeans, keeping her eyes on his as she slid it over his head. Slowly, she let her eyes trace the lines of his chest. Her hands flowed along his arms and she marveled at his body. She knew she didn't want him to be perfect, but she knew he'd been working out, so her dream-Kyle had a mix of defined muscles and soft fat. I wonder if he thinks of me when he works out. How much of his dedication is due to wanting to drive me crazy? And how much of me wants him to want me enough to try and impress me?

  She spent a small eternity kissing his bared chest and stomach, teasing his flesh with teeth, tongue, lips, nails. She lost herself in the sounds of his pleasure until her own needs grew too great to be ignored. Sitting back, she pulled her nightgown over her head. His hands and mouth knew exactly where to go. He better, since this is my dream, she thought. The feeling of sheer rightness of him holding her again, kissing her again, after so many lost years made a laugh bubble up. Memories of nights spent together, making out until the early morning came flooding back. Even if it hadn't been a dream, he would have known just exactly how to please her. He always had, and that was part of the bitterness -- she'd given away someone who'd wanted to please her, not someone who expected her to please them.

  She took his head in her hands, pointing his face up at hers. "Make love to me, Kyle. Please."

  He smiled at her. "May I carry you to your bed like a gentleman or should we just abandon all pretense of reason right here on the couch?"

  She knew all too well how much she weighed and she doubted he would be able to pick her up. Apparently, her thoughts showed in a marquee on her face, because he laughed. "You keep reminding me this is a dream, love. That means I can carry you."

  And so he did -- her arms wrapped around his neck, gazing up at him as he carefully threaded them through the house with what seemed to be an effortless grace. Once on the bed, he began covering her with more kisses from head to toe until she was soaked and squirming with need. When he finally slid out of his jeans and into her, she all but screamed as the pent-up energy of their foreplay released in a sudden orgasm.

  Laughing, he nuzzled her neck. "I thought the guy was supposed to be the short-fused one."

  Holding him tightly to her, she kissed his cheek. "That's how deeply you affect me, Kyle." Slowly, she relaxed and let go of him. "Do you think it would be like that every day?"

  "Probably not. Then you'd hate me for disappointing you." He started moving slowly.

  She moaned in pleasure and dug her nails into the curve of his buttocks. "Yes, I would. For making it so amazingly awesome one time and then so mundane the next." She whimpered in pleasure and whispered, "I would, I'd hate you even as I hoped the next time would be mind-blowing."

  She lost track of everything, feeling nothing but him, his body, and his movements as he made love to her, erasing twenty-something years of loss as she floated on a cloud of bliss. Finally, her world narrowed to the superheated explosion building inside her, below her belly and between her legs. When she came, she cried -- not from guilt, but from finally releasing the need.

  Soft, warm lips kissed away the tears even as his arms held their bodies together. She twined her arms around him, running her fingers through his hair.

  "I love you, Kyle."

  "Finally."

  She smiled, eyes still closed. "Finally. But only because I'm dreaming."

  ** **

  Groggily, she flailed at the alarm's snooze bar, wincing at the nip of cold air on her bare arm. She looked down, a slight frown on her face. She was naked. The details of the dream came back in a rush, overwhelming her with a bittersweet pang of desire and hopelessness. She'd been thinking about Kyle when she'd gone to bed and then dreamed about having the man she could never touch. The dream had heated her up enough that she'd shed her gown, something that happened only rarely. Cassidy laid back on her pillows, pulling the blankets up to her chin with a tiny smile as she wondered if he ever dreamed of making love to her.

  Her smile grew as the dream replayed itself in her mind, taking her body back through the slow arousal. There was something very erotic about reliving such a vivid dream that watching porn couldn't quite capture. She laughed as she remembered her brazenness at straddling him, pulling the dark green button-up shirt off over his head, telling him that since this was her
dream, she intended to take what she wanted from him without feeling guilty. If reality was half as good as her dream, then Jen was indeed a very lucky woman...

  She blinked in consternation. He'd been wearing a green shirt, she recalled it clearly -- a dark green shirt that had complimented his eyes, boring into hers as their bodies melded together.

  Except...

  She couldn't remember ever dreaming in color before.

  The End.

  While Steven's Asleep...

  "I don't believe it," Randi said, tying her bathrobe around herself as she walked out of her bedroom into the apartment's living room.

  "What's the matter?" Anna asked.

  "Steven... fucking... fell asleep."

  "Right after sex?" Calista asked.

  "During!"

  Randi's three roommates giggled. "Oh, you poor dear," Britt said. "Now you'll have to walk the streets looking for satisfaction."

  "Well," Anna said, "he did have a lot to drink. It was his birthday after all." The four women had taken Steven to three different bars tonight, to help him celebrate."

  "Oh, it would have been worse," Randi said. "He stayed hard, and you know it takes him a long time to cum when he's had a few drinks, a really long time, so I had my own good time."

  "Too much information!" Britt shouted.

  "Twice!" Randi said with a smile.

  "Way too much information," Calista said with a grin.

  "You're just jealous," Randi said.

  "Okay, maybe," Britt said.

  "Tell you what..." Randi said slowly. "Why don't I share?"

  Her three roommates asked her what she meant, all at the same time.

  "He's just lying there on his back, with a rock-hard cock that won't go down. And he shows no sign of ever cumming. . So if any of you want to, you know, take a ride..."

  "That sounds pretty wrong," Calista said. "Even if you don't mind, he should have a say."

  "Listen," Randi said, "I know he's got the hots for all three of you. He doesn't want me to tell you, but I'm sure you've noticed. So he'd fuck any one of you if he thought he could get away with it. Not that I'd ever let him, if he were conscious enough to know what he was doing."

  "Still.." Calista said.

  "Are you serious about this?" Anna asked.

  "Absolutely."

  "Are you serious about this?" Callista asked Anna.

  "And you're not going to be angry with us tomorrow over this?" Anna asked Randi

  "Absolutely not."

  "Okay, I'm in."

  "Anna?" Callista asked.

  "I haven't gotten laid in four... okay, almost five months. So yeah, I'll take it."

  Randi smiled, and gestured at the bedroom door. Nervously, Anna walked in.

  Steven was still on his back, on the bed, completely naked, his cock pointing to the ceiling. If Anna weren't already soaking wet, this would have done it for her.

  She removed her jeans, then took off her panties and laid them on top of the jeans, in case she had to grab both and run out of the room in a hurry. She knew there was no reason to remove her shirt, but decided to take it off anyway. She never wore a bra in the apartment; and with her small breasts, she only wore one outside when she had to.

  Naked, she climbed onto Randi's bed, looking at the cock she'd been wanted to see for months. Her pussy actually twitched as she thought about it.

  Straddling Steven, she lowered herself slowly, as slowly as she could, onto his cock, and felt it impale her. At the same time she pinched her rock-hard nipples, imagining it was Steven doing it to her.

  She wondered how vigorously she could fuck him without waking him up, and decided she didn't really care: she was here, she had Steven's hard cock deep inside her, and she was going to enjoy it, damn the consequences.

  She bounced down on his cock increasingly hard, pinching her own nipples so roughly, it was starting to hurt. Oh fuck me Steven, she groaned, fuck me hard, fuck me hard, cum deep inside me, fuck me, fuck me... arghhh... yeah... arghhh...

  She came so hard, she almost fell off of him, almost fell off of the bed. He hadn't cum, and was still hard. Before she'd even come down from her orgasm, she was fucking him again, this time slowly...

  When she came out into the living room fifteen minutes later, wearing her t-shirt and panties but carrying her jeans, Randi said "Wow, you look good 'n fucked."

  "Yeah," Anna said, "your comatose boyfriend showed me a real good time. Twice." She hoped Steven wouldn't be around tomorrow, because she was afraid he'd wonder why she was too sore to walk straight.

  "Which one of you is next?" Randi asked.

  "Don't you think we've pushed our luck enough already?" Calista asked.

  "He's still pretty damned asleep," Anna assured her. "And still hard."

  Britt chewed on her lower lip. "I'll try it," she said nervously. "You're sure he won't wake up?"

  "I can't promise anything," Anna said, "but I gave him a pretty good workout and he didn't stir."

  Britt nodded, and walked into the bedroom.

  She was by far the least experienced of the four roommates, and she'd never had sex with a boy -- or even come close -- unless they'd dated for a while and she was sure she either in love or something close. She was probably the only girl on campus who didn't own a dildo.

  Well, Steven, you'll be my dildo tonight.

  She'd changed into a nightgown while Anna was in here with Steven, and now she just had to pull it over her head to be naked except for her panties.

  She climbed into the bed and, assuring herself that Steven was still asleep, slid off her panties.

  She slipped a finger into her vagina -- which she still thought was a slutty thing to do, though she did it at least once a day -- and felt how wet she was. She wanted the vigorous fucking that Anna had gotten, but there was a problem: she wasn't on the Pill, and she didn't think she could maneuver a condom over Steven's penis even if she had one.

  She got on all fours just above Steven, and lowered herself just enough to let his hard penis touch her vagina. She squirmed back and forth, allowing the tip of his penis to coat itself with her juices. Teasing herself with his penis was making her half crazy.

  Once it was wet, she grabbed his penis and rubbed it hard against her clitoris, and shuddered as a small orgasm shot through her body. She continued to masturbate herself with his penis, feeling wave after wave of pleasure, but never the big one she was being more and more desperate to feel.

  Finally, praying Randi was right when she said that Steven wasn't likely to climax when he was drunk, she positioned the tip of his penis by the opening of her vagina again and without giving herself a chance to reconsider, thrust her body down. It was the first time she'd had an unprotected penis inside her, and the first time she'd had one this big and this hard. She screamed as she had the orgasm she'd been working up to for the past ten minutes.

  She knew she should get up now and let Steven's penis out from inside her, just to be safe, but she couldn't, not yet. Even though she'd had probably the greatest orgasm of her life, she still loved the feel of his warm penis filling her up.

  She really wanted to do it all over again, and try to a second massive orgasm -- she was certainly still aroused enough, and Steven showed no sign of softening -- but she knew that would be pushing her luck.

  As she climbed off the sleeping man, she made two resolutions: to get on the Pill; and to somehow, whether Randi approved or not, get Steven to have sex with her again. Fully awake, this time.

  Randi grinned as she came back to the living room. "I never pegged you as a screamer," she said.

  Britt blushed. And then blushed again a few minutes later when she realized she'd put her nightgown back on but left her panties behind on the bed.

  "You're next," Randi said to Calista.

  "Pass," Calista said. "Got a boyfriend, remember?"

  "Just think of Steve as the world's greatest dildo," Britt blurted out, surprising both herself and roommates.


  Randi laughed, then said "Calista, you're going in there for a few minutes even if the three of us have to throw you in. Once you're in there, with the door closed and Steve unconscious, what you do will be your secret alone."

  "Fine." Calista said, walking into the bedroom and closing the door behind her.

  Well, she thought, I'm not going to fuck the guy; but as long as I'm stuck here, I might as well check out the goods.

  She walked over to the bed. This wasn't the biggest dick she'd ever seen, but she was impressed by how hard it was -- and it'd been hard for a while now, even though Steven was asleep.

  She reached over and touched it, then pulled her hand away when she remembered it had just been in Randi's, Anna's and even Britt's cunts.

  She started to wipe her hand on the side of her jeans; but then her curiosity got the best of her and she very tentatively licked her fingers. Odd taste. Different from my own cunt juice. She'd always kind of wondered what another woman tasted like, but she'd never have actually experimented with lesbian behavior.

  She did like the taste, though. And she wondered how shocked her roommates would be if she told them she'd come into a bedroom where a hard, naked dick was waiting for her, only to discover the taste of cunt.

  Well, it was like Randi had said: a one-time opportunity.

  She leaned over the bed and ran her tongue along the shaft of Steven's dick. Interesting. And no trace of Steven's own cum, so Randi was right: the guy just didn't cum when he was drunk. And she's right that if I got naked right now and sank his dick deep inside my cunt, nobody would ever know. She'd feel guilty, though, and it would bother her the next time she was out with Mark.

  But licking Steven's dick clean... somehow I'm okay with that.

  She ran her tongue across his dick a few more times, then took the entire head of his dick into her mouth and sucked at it.

  His dick tasted of nothing but her saliva now, so she unzipped her jeans, reached into her panties, covered two fingers with her own cunt juices, and spread it across Steven's hard dick. Then she licked it off.

  This was easily the weirdest thing she'd ever done sexually, and it was making her insanely hot.