Massively Taboo 50

by Izzy Slam

“Get up here,” I said, curling my fingers at her.

  She spread her legs and mounted my face. I reached up and fondled her tiny titties, twisting the hard, pert nipples in my fingers as I licked her pussy. She dripped on my face and moaned, rocking her hips back and forth and rubbing her clit over my lips.

  Fuck, she tasted like honey, and the combination of feeling her nipples and clit get hard while Rhonda milked my cock with her tight pussy was almost too much.

  Heather huffed and gripped the sides of my head as her pearl swelled up.

  “Yeah, Daddy … gonna cum!”

  I growled and flicked her bean as fast as I could while also moving my pointers over her hard little titty buds. Her cum flowed down my chin as she orgasmed, her pussy pulsating as she squealed with pleasure.

  Fuck, I didn’t know what the repercussions of this would be, but I didn’t care when Rhonda’s pussy came next, contracting hard around my cock.

  I didn’t want to cum inside of her, though. I wanted to save that for my hot little girl.

  “Get down there and ride my cock, Heather,” I growled to her.

  She giggled and Rhonda moved out of the way. The sun hit her body, those big tits of hers looking delicious as hell.

  Heather sank her wet cunt down on my dick as Rhonda climbed on top of me, smiling as her hair spilled over my chest.

  “You sexy little vixen,” I moaned as she lowered her chest to my face. I cupped her giant tits and licked her nipples, tugging them past my lips and suckling gently as she purred. I reached down and grabbed her ass, feeling my daughter slide up and down my hard cock.

  Her juices trailed to my balls, and I told Rhonda to ride my face and cum on my tongue while I jizzed inside my daughter.

  Her body was much more padded than Heather’s. I held onto her soft, round hips as her pussy inched close to my lips. I snaked my tongue past her folds, sucking up some of her juices before swiping along her clit.

  “Ooooh,” she purred, spreading her pussy lips apart for me.

  Her pearl glistened, and teased her for a few minutes, lapping at her button while grazing my fingers over her nipples.

  They puckered hard under my touch. I kissed her clit and enjoyed the way it bumped in my mouth.

  Meanwhile, my daughter’s cunt was getting tighter and tighter.

  “I … I think I’m going to cum again, Daddy.”

  “Do it. Now!” I barked, feeling my balls draw up tight as my own orgasm approached.

  I heard Rhonda huffing and moaning, and I quickened my movements over her clit, brushing the tip of my tongue along the surface until her thighs were shaking like crazy.

  I squeezed her large tits, and she let out a long cry of pleasure right as I spurted my cum in Heather’s pussy.

  I grumbled and tugged Rhonda’s clit past my lips, sucking softly as her orgasm forced her body to thrash. Heather fucked me so hard, her ass was slamming into my upper thighs. My seed emptied in hard jets as her cunt clamped down around my girth.

  “Fuck! Yes, Daddy!” she screamed.

  I continued to suck and lick Rhonda’s clit until she shivered and moved aside.

  I then got a good shot of my daughter’s cute little ass as she kept riding me. I felt one more spurt come out as I slapped her bottom a few times.

  “Ooooh, spank me, Daddy,” she purred, turning to look over her shoulder at me.

  “I ought to turn you over my knee,” I growled. “Seducing your daddy like that…”

  She giggled as I softened, and she turned around and laid down on top of me. I saw Rhonda walking to the bathroom, and I gave my daughter another playful spank.

  “You can turn me over your knee anytime, Daddy.”

  I fucked Heather raw that weekend, to the point that she almost was too tired to compete. But she said it was worth it. It was definitely worth it for me.

  “Anna”

  My stepdad is a firefighter, and when I decide I want him to take care of me in every way, all I have to do is cook him a nice dinner and make my wishes known for our lust to burst into flames of uncontrollable passion.

  ***

  My mom passed away ten years ago, and my stepdad raised me on his own. I had decided to go to the local community college and keep living at home because my dad couldn’t afford to put me through a four-year school and pay for a dorm. And I didn’t want to take out a loan.

  My best friend was going for her paramedic license, and since my dad was a firefighter, the whole program just rang true for me.

  While we were in our first year, one of our teachers took us to the local fire department—the one where he worked—and had the guys talk to us about the types of things we could expect to see.

  My stepdad just happened to be on duty when we went, and all the girls in my class went nuts over him. He was a good looking guy, but I had never thought of him as sexy.

  But when he came out all decked out in his dark blue station wear, and the way it hugged his ripped body, I could actually see what all the fuss was about.

  And everything about him seemed … different to me. That morning, I didn’t look at him as my stepdad. I saw him as the hot firefighter that all the girls were ogling, and I wanted to be ogling, too.

  He could see the way they were all looking at him, and I think it embarrassed him. But then when he looked at me like he wanted to be “rescued”, this look came over his face.

  I’m thinking “you’re the firefighter, why do you want me to rescue you?”

  But I’m not sure what message I was sending because he turned serious, looked me up and down, and the desire was immediately visible. It was practically palpable between us.

  Something shifted in me, and I made the decision that I wanted my stepdad. I wanted ALL of him.

  I stopped at the store on the way home and picked up all the fixings for a gourmet dinner for two. He was working a double shift and wouldn’t be home until after seven, so I made sure to time it so I was plating the table the moment he got home.

  I lit candles, and I poured him a glass of wine. I was nervous as hell he would think I was nuts.

  But I didn’t really believe he would think I was nuts because that look he gave me at the station said it all.

  He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. And now that I was eighteen years old and legal, why would he say no?

  When he got home, the house was filled with the aroma of chicken and sun-dried tomatoes. And freshly lit candles.

  “Anna?”

  His voice sounded concerned. I came out of the kitchen and into the dining room where he stood, still wearing his station garb, and I about melted into a puddle.

  “Hi, Dad.”

  I was wearing a dark yellow sundress and sandals, and I had done my makeup to perfection.

  He parted his lips and brushed his gaze over me. “Am I interrupting something? Do you have a date?”

  I chewed on my lip as I walked his way. “A daddy-daughter date. I hope.”

  My heart was going wild, and my palms were sweating like crazy.

  He looked at the table. “This is all for me?”

  I nodded. “And the sooner we eat, the sooner we can move on to the daddy-daughter dance.”

  His lips pulled into a smile. “Let me get washed up. Give me five minutes, sweetie.”

  I waited patiently for him to join me at the table. When he did, he had changed into clean clothes and smelled like fresh aftershave.

  “This looks great. And you look beautiful,” he said, reaching over and stroking my cheek.

  Butterflies swarmed my stomach, and I could see this was going right where I wanted it to.

  We talked while we ate. He asked how school was going, and I told him I loved the program and was learning a lot.

  Then he said that if I was going to be a medic, he and I would probably see a lot of each other. “I just don’t want you to feel awkward if you’re always running into your dad.”

  I pushed my dinner aside and went for it. “Daddy, I would love
to run into you at work. How could that ever be awkward?” I kicked off my sandals, went to cross my legs, and dragged my toes up the side of his leg.

  He swallowed hard and his eyes flared with desire.

  “How about that dance?” I asked.

  I got up from the table and went to the docking station, firing up some slow jazz. Dad smiled and grabbed me by the hand, whisking me into the living room as I laughed uncontrollably.

  But then he shifted on a dime, hugging me tightly to his hard body as we danced into the living room.

  I laid my head on his chest and ran my hands up to his pecs as he ran his hands down my body.

  I slowly moved my hips, swaying back and forth until I was almost grinding against his crotch.

  His cock was hard and rubbed against my belly, and I reached behind me and moved his hands from my lower back to my ass.

  He pulled in a deep breath and moved his lips to my neck. “This is crazy, Anna. You know that, right?”

  “I don’t think it’s crazy at all. You’re my daddy and I want you to love me every way you can.”

  His teeth sank into my neck, sending electric pulsations all down my body. I moaned as he cupped my ass cheeks tighter and pulled me to him.

  His tongue slithered along my flesh as his fingers slowly gathered my dress up. I pulled away from him and lifted my arms up so he could take it off.

  The only thing I wore under my dress was a thong, and I could feel my breasts aching to be touched.

  He made an “ooohhh” with his lips when he saw me and brushed his thumbs along both my nipples.

  “You like what you see?” I asked, reaching down and massaging his cock through his jeans.

  “Oh, baby. I love what I see.”

  My nipples tingled as they tightened. He smushed my C-cup breasts together and ran his tongue along them, making my pussy leak into the crotch of my thongs.

  “Mmm, Daddy, this is what I’ve been waiting for…”

  He lifted me off the floor then, really showing off those huge muscles of his, and set me down on the couch. He then yanked off my thong panties and dove between my legs, licking me up and down.

  I fisted the strands of his dark hair and worked my hips up and down as he bathed my pussy with his mouth, breathing heavy against me.

  He flicked my clit with his tongue and fingered my pussy, sloshing my fluids around until I came.

  “Daddy!” I shrieked. “Oh god!”

  He groaned and fucked me harder with his hand. My nipples tingled and hardened. He reached up with his one free hand and lightly fondled it, making me huff and squirm.

  “Baby,” he grunted. “Your wet pussy is making me so hard…”

  He stood up a few minutes later and ripped off his pants. I sat up on the couch and lifted the bottom of his shirt, running my palms up his smooth chest as he pulled it over his head.

  I then tugged down his underwear, watching his erection bob up and down as he kicked his underwear aside. I licked my lips and looked up at him.

  “Suck my cock, baby,” he grumbled.

  I wrapped my lips around his crown and sucked him good, bouncing my head up and down over his length. He was bigger than I expected, and what I couldn’t cover with my lips I used my fingers on, hand-jobbing the base of his shaft as I sucked on the rest of him.

  He held onto the sides of my head, telling me how good it felt and what a good job I was doing sucking his dick.

  His veins pulsed on my fingers, and as much as I wanted to feel him shoot his wad into my mouth, he wanted it elsewhere.

  Daddy pulled my mouth off of him and told me to turn around. I let my arms fall over the back of the couch as his hands ran over my curves.

  “Fuck me, your ass is so sexy…”

  I looked over my shoulder and watched him angle his cock at my entrance. I was so wet. We both made noise at the same time, and he started fucking me so hard, I had to hold on to the sofa with a death grip.

  I felt his balls slam into me, and I came again in a matter of minutes.

  “Cum in my pussy, Daddy,” I begged him.

  I was so incredibly turned on by the fact that my dad, the sexy as hell firefighter who had always taken care of me in every was now taking care of my sexual needs.

  He gripped the sides of my hips and spanked my bottom several times. I yelped and begged him to do it again.

  He started making all these animalistic sounds, plunging his rod as deep in me as he could. I could feel his jizz dripping out of me with each thrust. I came one more time, my pussy squeezing around his dick as he slowed his movements.

  “Don’t stop…” I moaned, bucking my hips against him as my orgasm started to fade.

  He spanked me several more times, grinding his pelvis against my ass as the heat spread there from his hard strikes on my flesh.

  He collapsed on my back a few minutes later, trailing kisses along my shoulder. Our bodies were drenched in sweat, but we were both deliriously happy.

  He pulled me next to him on the sofa and held me for a while, playing with my hair.

  “Any regrets, baby?”

  “None,” I told him.

  We’ve been together ever since, but we have to hide the way we feel about each other when we’re out and about.

  I really don’t mind. It adds to the excitement of our already sexy relationship. And I know he’ll always take good care of me.

  ~The End

  Just the THREE of Us

  ***

  My new stepbrother is a real jerk! I can’t believe he thinks I want him. And I REALLY can’t believe he and my stepdad hit me with a tag-team seduction when mom heads out to the movies.

  When my mom remarried, we had to move into my stepdad’s house. At first, it really upset me. I was giving up the only home I knew, and all because my new dad Roger had kids of his own. Our house only had three bedrooms, and that had always been enough. But I now had an older stepbrother and stepsister to share space with.

  They were both in college, but they still came home on weekends every now and then. I’d met them briefly on several occasions about six months ago when Mom and Roger had gotten engaged.

  And Tony was, by far, the biggest jerk I ever met.

  Initially, I had felt sorry for him. He was a little overweight, and his face was covered with pimples. I remember wanting to take him under my wing and protect him, even though he was older than me.

  But then he showed me his true colors. Tony couldn’t be bothered with looking at me, or talking to me, or asking me about school. And when I’d sat next to him on the couch to get to know him, asking questions about what college life was like, he’d told me to fuck off, that it was none of my business.

  Wow. Tony was pretty much the complete polar opposite of my new stepdad, who was crazy nice and smoking hot. I’d always been a little jealous that my mom had landed someone so successful and sexy. Anyway, I’d later found out that Tony had been adopted, which explained why he looked and acted so different from Roger. Still, I couldn’t believe I’d now have to call him my “brother.”

  When I found out he was taking some time off from college due to stress and moving back home, I nearly lost my shit. Mom and dad promised me that things wouldn’t change all that much, that Tony would have to get a job, that he had friends and a social life, and probably wouldn’t even be home all that much.

  But I wasn’t convinced. I had to wonder if he would even bother with trying to get to know me. And yeah, I still held a grudge for him telling me to fuck off.

  But then he walked through the door, and I nearly lost my shit all over again, except this time for very different reasons.

  Tony was ripped. He’d obviously been hitting the gym, had lost a ton of weight and developed muscles on top of muscles. His complexion was clear, his hair was shiny and styled to perfection, and damn those eyes—those light green eyes just made me melt.

  I stood off to the side as my parents gave him a big welcome home hug, feeling all kinds of butterflie
s swarm through me. Damn, he was so hot. Too bad we were “sort of” related because I was having fantasies I definitely should not have of my stepbrother.

  When he finally looked my way, I smiled warmly and gave him a dorky wave. “Hey, Tony. Glad you’re home.”

  He swept me up and down, those green eyes doing things to me that had never been done by anyone in real life, then he brushed past me, muttering that he needed to get unpacked before his clothes got too wrinkled.

  I stood there dumbfounded, but my dad came to me, wrapped an arm around my shoulder, and said, “Don’t worry, baby girl. He just needs some time to get to know you. Tony’s always been a little shy.”

  Yeah, I thought. And he’s always been a jerk, too!

  “It’s okay, daddy.”

  Needless to say, Tony and I didn’t speak over the next three days. He was in and out, supposedly job hunting and hanging out with friends. Every time we’d pass each other in the hall, or were forced to share time together at the dinner table, I’d catch him staring at me with this weird look in his eye, like he either hated me … or really wanted me.

  I honestly couldn’t tell which one it was. And it was driving me batshit crazy!

  I couldn’t stop thinking about him, about what he was like in bed with all those muscles. As good as he looked, he could probably have anyone he wanted, so I fantasized about him wanting me and covering my body with kisses and soft, wet licks of the tongue.

  I also thought about his cock and imagined him taking me however he wanted.

  Why was he being so rude to me? Why wouldn’t he just talk to me?

  That night, Mom went to the movies with a friend, and dad was working late. So it was just me and Tony alone at the homestead. I was planning a nice quiet evening of sitcom reruns and had just cleaned up my dinner mess when he walked into the kitchen.

  “What in the fuck is this shit?” he barked at me as I wiped down the counter.

  When I look his way, shocked that he was speaking to me at all, I couldn’t believe what he was holding.

  “It looks like a dildo, but I could be wrong.”

  He let out a muffled grunt. “You know what I mean. What the fuck is it doing in my bathroom drawer?”