Daddies Taboo

by Iona Nixon

  "Feels good, doesn't it Jess. You can encourage Jon to use his tongue for this bit too. I'm just going to use fingers."

  He continued to lightly stroke around the outside of her asshole, mesmerised as he watched her contractions in response to his touch. He felt her start to relax and then slowly inserted one finger up to the middle joint.

  "Ummh", she moaned softly and immediately he felt her tighten around his digit.

  "See what I mean, Jess? How does it feel?"

  "It feels good Mick, but I do see what you mean. Don't stop though."

  "Not unless a bus hit me. Even then it might be a close call! Hmm, this is probably a good time to start talking about step three. Right about now, Jon's as horny as hell. You need to be in control and you need to tell him what to do. Tell him how it feels. Tell him when to increase the pressure or back off. Tell him when to give you more or when you need a break. If get's too intense, just distract him with any other part of that gorgeous body of yours while you relax again. Got it?"

  "Yes, I think so."

  "OK, try it with me", he said as he gently began to gyrate his single finger slowly within her ass, rubbing softly around her opening with his thumb at the same time.

  "Alright?"

  For a while Jess said nothing as she began to match Mick's rhythm, moving herself against him.

  "Mick, can you rub me as well please?"

  "Sure. By the way, some pleasure up front really helps with the action out back. Depending on your position, it might be hard for Jon to do this. You can do it yourself of course. As a tip, using a vibrator is going to drive you both absolutely nuts when Jon's up to his hilt in your ass."

  "Yeah, I get that. You're making me wetter just thinking about that!"

  "That was the point", he smirked.

  Mick let his other hand drift down to stroke and rub her clit. She was wetter and he deftly parted her lips to reach a couple fingers inside her. The answering moan told him how much she was enjoying it.

  "OK ... I'm ready for more, Mick."

  He almost withdrew his first finger, then gently introduced another alongside it. Massaging her asshole with his thumb, he began to push them back up slowly, stopping halfway when he felt her start to tighten. He pushed the fingers of his other hand harder into her pussy to distract her. She was warm, very wet and surprisingly generous. Jess moaned and pushed back hard, grinding her pelvis around his hand.

  "Like that, huh?"

  "Oh, yeah. I ask Jon to fist me all the time. You're using, what, three fingers feels like? Put your whole hand in me, Mick. And could you try three fingers in my ass?"

  Wow! What a girl!

  Mick fingered her pussy, inserting four fingers and then his whole hand inside her.

  "Fuck yeah", Jess grunted.

  Polite and well-mannered? But an animal in the sack! Six-times lucky bastard!! He slipped a third finger inside her ass and was surprised this time when there was no resistance at all.

  "Fast learner, Jess."

  "Got a good ... teacher", she panted.

  She ground against him hard and then looked over her shoulder at him. Sweat was beading on her forehead and several strands of her blond mane were now plastered to her temples. It framed her beautifully.

  "Mick, I'm going to cum."

  Mick ground his fist in her pussy and pushed his fingers as far as he could into her ass.

  "Oh ... Oohh ... Ooohhh .... Fuuuuuuck!!" Jess screamed.

  Mick felt her juices run around his wrist to drip down her legs. She continued to ride his hand hard for another few seconds before slowing her rhythm. Her head collapsed to the ottoman and he felt her legs shaking slightly as both her pussy and ass continued to spasm around his hands and fingers.

  "Wow, Mick." Jess paused, breathing raggedly. "You do know your way around pipes!"

  "I told you I have a reputation for quality service! But the job's only half done."

  "Yeah", she said softly. "Finish it."

  He gently removed his fist but continued to gently stroke her engorged sex with his fingers as he brought the head of his cock toward her anus. He took a moment to rub some gel on his head and shaft and around her rear hole. He was as stiff as a board and had to use every ounce of self control to stop himself just ramming it into her. He used his free hand to spread her checks, her asshole gaping from the attention it had already received. He eased the head of his member into her ass and, while it was tight, he felt that she wasn't resisting him. He pushed firmly and slowly, until he felt the muscle of her anus roll over the flange and onto the shaft of his throbbing cock.

  "OK, Jess?"

  "I think so. Hurts a little, but actually not unpleasantly, especially with you ... mmmnh ... rubbing me like that. Can I have a bit more please Mick?"

  He eased himself further in. Shit that felt good! He was going to have to control himself. Think about cold water Mick. Make that ice; no snow! Anything except how close he was to loosing his load into Jess's tight, hot ... Glaciers! Fucking Siberia!!

  He was half way in now and Jess groaned.

  "Too much, kiddo?"

  "Fuck no, it's wonderful! You sure you're not half horse or something? Give me the rest!"

  "You're the boss."

  He increased the rhythm of his fingers in and around her sopping wet pussy and then firmly pushed himself all the way into her ass. He half expected her to stop him, but instead she ground back on him, pressing her cheeks against his hips and squeezing his throbbing cock."

  "Why haven't I done this before? Mick, that's ... that's ..."

  She thrashed her head from side to side and then flung it upwards as she arched her back and screamed. Her juices erupted onto his balls. Mick knew that she hadn't experienced thrusting yet though and he thought for half a second about whether she could handle it. Well, now or never.

  As the orgasm continued to shudder through her, Mick drew himself almost out, then pushed slowly back in. She hadn't tightened. He did it again and her head came up slowly.

  "You want to fuck me, Mick? You want to fuck my ass? Then FUCK IT!!"

  Permission granted; Mick obliged. He lost himself in the glorious sensations of her hot, virgin ass. Time seemed to still as he watched himself withdraw and insert, withdraw and insert. Both hands now grasped her hips, holding her still as he pounded into her again and again. If she'd asked him to stop, he wasn't sure that he could have. He could feel the pressure building within his balls and knew he was only seconds away from coming when he suddenly remembered her condition. Withdrawing so quickly it elicited a gasp of pain from Jess, he stepped backwards as a jet of creamy, thick cum exploded from him, splashing over her ass to ooze down the back of her legs. With his hand he milked the last few drops of his semen gently onto her thigh.

  Her head was lowered onto the ottoman, her hair splayed over the front and side. Another spasm shook her and he was sure he'd been way too rough with her at the end.

  "Jess, I'm sorry ..."

  A muffled voice came from the front of the ottoman. "What!? No. Mick, that was ... amazing. Really, really incredible. I mean it. But I don't think I can move. I also think you could park your truck in my ass now."

  "Hah! Not quite honey, but you're gaping beautifully. Wait, is that your kidneys I can see up there?"

  She giggled.

  "Mick, do me a favour. I want to know what I look like. Can you take a picture? My mobile's over there on the table."

  He looked down at his hands; one with the hairs on his wrist and forearm plastered against the skin with her fluids, the other with three fingers slightly stained from her ass and with dribbles of his cum as he'd finished himself.

  "Think I'd better just wash up first, Jess, otherwise you're not going to want to use that phone again."

  She turned her head to peer out between strands of the curtain of her hair as he held his hands out in front of him.

  "Shit! Oops." A hand flew towards her mouth.

  "Honey, considering what you just screamed a
t me, I think 'shit' is pretty mild. It's also actually quite accurate, at least on this hand. See?"

  "Sorry, I get carried away."

  "No apologies needed. Now that I know you swear like a Trojan when you're excited, I'd have been mortally offended if all I'd managed to get out of you was 'shit'!"

  "Well then Mick, you've well and truly 'fucked the shit out of me'. Literally." She grinned weakly. "I consider my pipes thoroughly and professionally serviced. Now go wash up."

  "Yes ma'am."

  When he showed her the photo a few minutes later, her eyes widened. He'd also brought back a towel and she was now wrapped in it and sitting on the couch.

  "Wow, I'm a mess. That's insane. I know you spread me a little bit when you took this, but I can see halfway up my ass! My hole's got to be at least two inches wide! No wonder I'm a bit sore. Tell me it shrinks again, otherwise I'm going to have to come up with a pretty creative explanation for Jon!"

  "Yes, of course it does", he laughed. "But you need to go real easy for the next day or so. You are going to be a bit sore. I recommend a hot bath right now and then, if you've got any skin repair or anti-inflammatory cream, a little bit of that a couple of times over the next few hours will get you back to normal by tomorrow morning. I wouldn't have a hot curry for dinner tonight though ..."

  "Hmm, best not. Mick, you know where the downstairs bathroom is if you want to have a shower. I'm taking your advice on that bath. Did you call me 'cowgirl' before? Not bad. I think I'll be walking bow-legged for the next little while."

  She eased herself off the couch and, with a quick smile at him over her shoulder, walked upstairs. He sat for a moment longer on the couch looking at the wreck of the ottoman: the depressions from her knees, the glistening streaks of his semen and the darkening patches where her sweat and fluids were progressively staining at least half of the leather. Fuck. Seven-times lucky bastard! He went to take a shower, feeling more than a little bow-legged himself!

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  Two weeks later, Jon and Jess had a BBQ at their place. Mick had just opened a beer when Jon walked up and clapped him on the shoulder.

  "Hey, I meant to thank you Mick. Jess told me she had a plumbing problem while I was away. Something to do with pipes? She says you came over and fixed her up."

  Mick choked and had to turn his head quickly to avoid spraying Jon with a mouthful of beer.

  "Whoa, steady on mate. You're meant to drink it, not drown in it! You're alright?"

  Mick recovered from coughing and spluttering and looked carefully at his best friend, but saw nothing on his face but concern and puzzlement.

  "You sure you're OK?"

  "Ah, yeah mate. Nothing a bit more beer – down the right way – won't fix."

  Behind Jon, Mick saw Jess chatting to a few of their friends. She glanced up and caught Mick's eye. She smiled shyly and then gave him a surreptitious 'thumbs up', followed by a beautiful grin.

  'Plumbing problem' indeed! Jon you lucky, bloody bastard!

  The End.

  Smooth

  Hung over. It was 5pm when my eyes finally opened. The throbbing in my head was so bad that I would gladly pay someone to take a jackhammer to my head if it would mask the pain. Once the haze lifted, the room came into picture. It was unfamiliar for a second before the panic attack set in. I was in HIS place!

  We had spent the night out drinking a lot. There were five of us. We went out for karaoke and drinks at a local bar. The fun lasted all the way into the morning. We had somehow walked to some place and I do not remember how I got into his bed. I instinctively looked for my clothes, made sure I had every piece of clothing on before I got out of the covers. I was about to call out, but I wasn't even sure he was home. I felt stupid. I quietly walked out into the living room and towards the door.

  "Sleep well?"

  I almost let out a scream. I hadn't expected him to be there. I actually had no idea what I expected. I turned around, suddenly blushing furiously. I was embarrassed and scared at the same time. I didn't have full recollection of the night. I so wanted to know. I didn't want him thinking that I was a stupid slut. I wouldn't normally have cared. It was just him. I did care what he thought of me.

  He was standing there with ruffled hair, a faded grey tee and sweatpants. He had a day old beard. There was a coffee mug in his hand. He was looking at me slightly amused. His eyes had a soft gaze. I thought they wandered below my shoulder quickly before connecting with my eyes. He was waiting for me to respond.

  "I did. Where are the rest of them?" I asked.

  "We dropped them off yesterday night, don't you remember?"

  "Oh yeah.. right!" I pretended. "I should probably get home now, see you later?"

  "Cool!" he waved casually.

  I hung my head and quickly got out of his door. I wanted so badly to know what happened. What if I was bad? Why would he say 'cool'? Did that mean that he didn't like it? Did I fall asleep before doing anything? Did we do anything at all?

  I tried to smell my clothes to see if there was atleast a trace of his aftershave. Nothing. I told myself to calm down. What was the worst that could have happened? My thoughts wandered away. I imagined his perfectly toned body over mine. His lips brushing against mine. His hands holding my waist and slowly sliding up my shirt. His day old beard against my collar as he kissed my neck...

  "You dropped your keys!" My neighbor called behind me. I snapped out of my day dream and thanked him politely. I let out a sigh and told myself that I needed a long shower.

  My roommate stepped out of the tub as I walked into the bathroom. I could see water from her hair trickle into her cleavage. She grabbed her robe and wrapped it around her.

  "You don't look too good"

  "I think I spent the night at his place" I replied smugly without looking at her in the eye.

  "Tell me all about it!!" She took my hand and hurried me into the bedroom.

  ---

  It was past 9pm. I had downed 4 mugs of coffee and finished my shower. My roommate and me had been over every single possibility. I could still not get over it. My thoughts kept going back to him. I suddenly realized that I was feeling very aroused. I looked down my shirt. My nipples had perked up. I was all alone in the room. My roommate was driving to her sister's place for the break. I loosened my shorts and was getting into the covers when the phone rang.

  I decided to ignore it. I just couldn't resist looking at it after the fourth ring. It was him!

  My heart was threatening to leap out of my chest. I steadied myself and tested my voice before I answered. "Hey. You feel better?" his voice was so masculine.

  "Yep."

  "You didn't look so good when you left"

  "I was just hung over." I didn't want to talk much. I thought that if I pretended to be distant, he would think I am cool and not slutty.

  "Would you wanna watch a movie with me?"

  I was so confused. I could feel my brain overheating with the huge volume of emotions it was processing. I was immensely tempted.

  "Sure. What do you have in mind?"

  "How 'bout I bring some wine and we watch something at your place?"

  What was that? An innuendo? Was he suggesting a date? Did he want to sleep with me? Did he think I was easy? Why wouldn't he just say what he wanted? He was playing it way too smooth, throwing me in a frenzy!

  "Um. Sure. See you in a bit." I hung up.

  I bolted to my closet to pick out something to wear. What do you wear that is sexy but doesn't call out hey-I-am-ready-for-bed? After going through my entire collection, I settled for denim shorts and a stretchy navy blue tee. My flat abs showed well. My boobs just perfectly accentuated. I was wearing a black push-up bra and a lacy black thong. I put on a mild perfume. I moisturized my legs and made sure they were shaven. I ran my fingers through my hair. I gave myself an once-over, All check!

  He knocked and entered with a bottle of wine and some chips. I set up the movie and got some extra cushions for the couch. I cou
ld feel his eyes on me. He was wearing a black button-down shirt and blue jeans. He was ruggedly charming. He kicked off his shoes and settled on the couch with his legs up on the table. He seemed so surprisingly calm. I wished I was that relaxed.

  The movie started with a forty-something man wearing a cowboy hat driving through a desert. A few minutes later I realized that I was just starting at the screen completely lost in thought. He had taken over me entirely. His after shave was intoxicating. It was an immense effort to just keep myself from checking him out. I wanted to talk to him so I could just look at him. I was drawing a complete blank. I was scared that if I opened my mouth, I'd probably just beg him to take me in his arms.

  I stole a quick glance at him. He looked even better in the dim light. His top two buttons were undone. He was slouching on the couch with an arm stretched out on the armrest. I wanted his lips on mine.

  "Hey."

  Damn! I had been staring at him. I did a mental headslap.

  "Do you want some dip?" I asked.

  "Later. The movie is getting good. Why don't you shift closer so I can put the chips on the side table for easier reach?"

  Smooth! I shifted next to him on the couch. My skin rose in a million goosebumps when he casually draped his left arm around my shoulder. I could feel his breath on my ear. I could feel the heat spread across my chest and all the way down. Oh-my-god! I was in trouble!

  Play it cool. I kept chanting in my head. Why was he doing this to me! Does he like me? Does he know that I like him? What if I was over-thinking and he just wanted to watch the movie? I decided I was over-thinking and told myself to concentrate on the movie.

  The forty something man was sitting in some kind of a back alley smoking a cigarette. There was 80's bar music playing in the background. What was so interesting about the movie? I'd rather go back to staring at him.

  I felt his fingers on my collar. His touch was soft. He was still looking at the screen. He was being such a tease. I told myself to ignore it, which proved futile as his index finger slipped ever so slightly into my tee. The wave of heat did another round and decided to intensify down my shorts. I was in big trouble!