Massively Taboo 50

by Izzy Slam

  I reached behind me with one hand and fondled her titties, feeling her nipples reward me by curling up nice and tight. And then, as the blood rushed through my cock to make me hard again, I let my hand fall between my brat’s legs so I could fondle her clit.

  She whimpered as I diddled her nub, but as my cock grew, she began to thrust her hips up and down. That just made me harder. So I began doing the same, forcing my dick in and out of her mouth with hard thrusts.

  I was at full hardness once again, and Samantha reached up to toy with my balls, her little fingers dancing along the base of my sack. She worked her tongue along the underside of my length, and when I used a free hand to hold her head steady while I buried myself to the back of her throat, I erupted for a second time.

  My stepdaughter launched her ass up, forcing my fingers inside her cunt. She came on my hand, her walls clenching around my digits while I spewed my jizz in her mouth.

  “Ahhhhh, fuck yeah…”

  Little moans of pleasure escaped her, and I found myself growling like a beast as I came. I rubbed the meat of my palm on her clit, and her lower body thrashed harder as she finished out her orgasm.

  I kept myself buried in the back of her mouth, letting my stepdaughter drink all of me down. She didn’t seem to mind, especially since my deep throat action was what triggered her orgasm to start with. She looked up at me with soft but tired eyes and somehow managed a smile with my dick in her mouth.

  I went soft once again and fell down on the bed next to her, brushing her long strands out of the way.

  “Am I still your baby girl?” she asked me, snuggling up close to my chest.

  “Naturally. And you’ll always be my baby girl.”

  I could feel the happiness seeping off her.

  “You want to sleep in daddy’s bed? I’m going to take a nap, too.”

  She threw her arms around me and nodded.

  We probably wouldn’t get much sleep, but it would be fun to try.

  ~The End

  The Uncle Stakes His Claim

  ***

  My new step uncle shows up at our annual family picnic, and I can’t believe how hard he’s flirting with me. It’s so wrong! At least that’s what I would think if the man wasn’t so damn hot! He’s filthy rich but looks like trouble, making him just my type. And when he gets me alone, his hands are all over me, demanding my attention and my body.

  I’ve wanted to hold on to my virginity until the right man came along. But my gorgeous blue-eyed step uncle is here and he won’t take no for an answer.

  He’s gonna get what he wants, rough and without protection, no matter the consequence.

  “Kristal?” My mom catches my attention as I spread the tablecloth over the wooden surface.

  “What’s up?”

  “Your Uncle Steve is here. Why don’t you run and greet him, let him know where we are. Do you mind?”

  “Uh, sure.” I brushed my hands on the seat of my shorts. “Where is he, and what does he look like?”

  My mother kind of makes this face and slings her hip out to the side. “He’s in the parking lot, somewhere. He’s big and tall, handsome, drives a silver Mercedes, and … well, you can’t miss him, sweetie.”

  “Okay. Be back in a few.”

  We were having our annual family picnic at the park near the lake. Except this year, instead of it being just us, she’d extended the invitation to my new stepdad’s family. They had just gotten married six months ago, and from what I understand, my stepdad’s brother Steve was the only one who accepted the invitation to join us today.

  Fine with me. I’m not really in the mood for meeting a bunch of new relatives who couldn’t even be bothered to show up to their wedding this winter. Honestly, my stepdad’s family sounds like a bunch of snobs the way my mom talks about them. They’re church going fanatics and don’t approve of the fact that my mother had had me “outside of wedlock” eighteen years ago.

  Just the thought of it makes me snort as I walk through the woods and to the parking lot to hunt down my new Uncle Steve. I hope he isn’t as nerdy as his name suggests. Not that it really matters. I don’t plan to hang out with anyone today except my cousins, if they ever get here. Okay, I know that’s not very nice. He can’t help his name. But if he’s anything like my boring, uptight stepdad, he can’t be fun to hang around with.

  I make it through the trail in the woods and pass a few beat up trucks before seeing a silver car with the telltale Mercedes logo. Leaning against the trunk, with one foot propped on the bumper, is a man so big he makes my heart skip a few beats. Jesus, mom wasn’t kidding about his size. But he’s not fat, just … thick. Stocky.

  He’s wearing cowboy boots, beat up blue jeans, and a black concert t-shirt—not the way I would expect someone, whom I’ve heard is filthy rich from running his own software company, to be dressed. His dark mussy hair and goatee make him look a little rough around the edges.

  And when I get close enough that he actually glances up from his phone, and I can see into his ice blue eyes, my breath hitches in my throat.

  Fuck. Me.

  He’s gorgeous.

  He stands up as soon as he sees me, letting his gaze sweep up and down my body. My very little body, compared to his. Seriously. At a size four and 5’4” tall, I only weigh about a hundred pounds soaking wet.

  “Damn,” he mutters.

  Damn is right. Before we are even formally introduced, he’s checking me out.

  I let out a nervous laugh. “Uncle Steve?”

  “That’s me,” he says, shaking his head and looking me up and down. “Please tell me you’re my sweet niece, Kristal, that I’ve heard so many wonderful things about.”

  “I’m Kristal, but I don’t know how many wonderful things there are to hear about me.”

  He rubs his goatee and licks his lips. “From where I’m standing, there are plenty of wonderful things.”

  It occurs to me that I’m dressed a little revealing this year. Not something I normally do, but now that I’m eighteen years old, I like pushing the boundaries a little. Even if I am still a virgin. And my step uncle seems to really appreciate my cutoff jean shorts that leave little to the imagination, and my tiny bikini top that I can already feel fighting against my pricking nipples. He can probably see them poking up like attention seeking slut-bumps.

  Oh god, my step uncle is turning me on big time.

  “That’s sweet,” I say, sliding my hands into my back pockets. I could stand here all day and let him ogle me, given how wet it’s making my pussy. But that seems a little ridiculous. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. “We should probably get to the fam, otherwise mom will send out a search party for us.”

  “That’s too bad. I’d like to hang out here, get to know my niece a little better.”

  His hungry blue eyes make me shiver.

  “We can get to know each other on the way. Follow me.”

  I start walking and I can feel his stare burn through me. He lets out a grunt, then tsks several times. I know it makes him sound like a womanizing pig, and I normally don’t like this disgusting type of display. But the intense attraction and the chemistry here is not one-sided. I’m going to have a hard time not hanging out with my uncle all day. He gives me flutters I can’t ignore.

  “So tell me, pretty little princess,” he says, sidling up next to me. “How old are you exactly?”

  His term of endearment makes me tingle from head to toe. “I’m eighteen. Legal and all that.” I laugh as I look up at him, his giant frame dwarfing me as we approach the trail that leads to the picnic area. He glances at my chest, and my nipples shrivel again.

  “Shoo-wee. Legal age? I like that. And I like you, Kristal.”

  “Thanks. I think I like you too.” I feel my face heat, right as he steps closer to me.

  “You like me? In that case, why don’t you get over here and let your uncle keep you safe?” He tosses an arm around me and pulls me close, letting his rough fingers graze up and down my
arm. “The way you’re dressed, and with that hot little body of yours, you might incite violence in a man with less self-control. And then your Uncle Steve here would have to kill the bastard.”

  I giggle, and he snakes his other arm around my front, brushing his fingers along my belly.

  “Your stepdaddy didn’t tell me how beautiful you were. Or how sweet.”

  “Probably because we don’t always get along that well.”

  He growls and nods his head. “He’s a fucking dickhead, always has been. I almost didn’t come to this picnic, but when I heard no one else was going, I felt a little bad.”

  “Glad you came now?” I ask, twisting my head to look up at him.

  Those crystal blue eyes of his grip me as he looks down at my face, then sweeps down to my chest. “You bet that sexy little ass of yours I am.”

  I bite my lip, imagining what it would be like to kiss him, to feel his tongue all over me. Oh fuck, I’m so horny now, my panties are sticking to my pussy lips.

  “Me too,” I echo.

  I love the way he holds me close, protecting me. But as we reach the small clearing where my family is, he lets his arms drop to the side. Probably good thinking.

  My mom smiles brightly when she sees us, meeting us halfway and hugging her brother-in-law.

  “It’s so good to see you, Steve. I’m glad you could make it.”

  “You and me both. Where’s that twit brother of mine?”

  “Oh, stop it,” she jokes, punching him in the arm. “You two better get along today.”

  “You know I’m teasing. I’m here to have fun, not fight. By the way, I really do appreciate you extending an invitation to all of us. Sorry no one else could make it. But the black sheep of the family is right here. So, what can I do to help?”

  Mom tosses a look behind her, pointing her gaze to my stepdad who’s so busy munching on a drumstick he can’t even come over and greet his brother. She then turns her body and gets close to my uncle. “You might be the black sheep in your family, but with me, you’re always right at home.”

  “Thank you, Janice. Your lovely daughter here makes me feel the same way.”

  “She’s a good girl, my Kristal.” Mom strokes my cheek, making me blush. “Now, come on over here and get some food in that belly.”

  As soon as Uncle Steve meets the rest of my family, everyone starts piling food on their plates. Turns out my cousins couldn’t make it, which means there’s no one here my age. Just a bunch of aunts and uncles, my grandparents on my mother’s side, and one of her distant cousins that she hasn’t seen in nearly ten years.

  Uncle Steve sits near the end of the picnic table, patting the bench and scooting over when I look for a spot to sit. Shudders ripple through my belly as I cozy up next to him, my arm brushing his and his hairs tickling my flesh. Even my foot touches his pant legs, and it makes me want to melt. I’ve never felt so attracted to anyone before.

  “You don’t eat enough to feed a bird, girl. Ain’t you hungry?”

  I look at my plate—a single chicken thigh and a scoop of Cole slaw is all I have. “I normally eat more, but my appetite is off today.”

  “Why’s that? You don’t have a tummy bug, do you?” He puts a hand on my stomach under the table, making my pussy quiver. His horny eyes are ogling my flat chest again, like he’s waiting for my nips to pucker up. “If you do, I can rub your stomach, make it all better.”

  I clamp my legs closed in an effort to push the waves of desire away. But all it does it force my pussy lips to press into my clitty, making me groan softly. “No, Uncle Steve. It’s not a bug. I’m just … nervous.”

  “Ohhhhh,” he nods in understanding. “I get it. All these people. My niece is a little shy, huh?”

  How can I tell him that he’s the one making me nervous? That all I can think about is what his cock looks like, and does it throb when someone’s sucking on it like most cocks do in all the porn videos I’ve watched? I don’t know. It just makes me feel nervous.

  “Yeah, I guess I am.”

  He moves his hand away and leans in my direction, keeping his voice low so no one can hear him. “Don’t you worry about a thing, princess. If anyone puts you on the spot, or so much as makes you blush, I’ll sweep you away to the lake down there. I’ll make any excuse to get your sexy little ass alone.”

  I giggle. “Thank you, Uncle Steve. You’re so sweet.”

  And sexy as fuck, but I don’t say that. Besides, he’s flirting enough for the both of us.

  Over the next few hours, I visit with my relatives, making sure to smile and laugh a lot so Uncle Steve can see that I’m perfectly happy and not feeling “shy.” Even with my family pulling him aside and chatting his ear off, he keeps his eyes on me the whole time, and I swear, if a man could own me with a look, I’m already a slave to Uncle Steve. Everywhere his eyes move on my body, I can feel it, like electric fingers grazing down my flesh. I keep thinking he will try to steal me away for a walk to the lake so he can “get to know me” better.

  I don’t know why, but I’m actually terrified of being alone with him. That sounds a little extreme. I’m not afraid of him and I know he wouldn’t hurt me. But there’s obviously an intense connection between the two of us, and with me being a virgin, I don’t think I know how to act around men.

  What if he wants to … do things to me? Things I’ve never done? These fears swirl around in my head, and as I watch my mom gather the food and put the leftovers inside coolers, I realize how ridiculous I’m being. My uncle would never actually try anything with me. I mean, he’s family now. It would be wrong. And he probably knows his brother would kick his ass if he even tried to get in my pants. Even my mom would have something to say about that.

  “Sweetheart?” Speak of the devil. My mother is trying to grab my attention as I throw some trash away.

  “Yeah, mom?”

  “Could you grab a cooler and start carrying things to the car? I’m going to hunt down your stepdad and see if he can help.”

  “No need for that,” Uncle Steve says, picking up the largest cooler we have and tucking it under his arm. “Kristal and I can handle it.”

  My heart beats double time as he passes me a few grocery bags. I sling them on my arm and agree. “Yeah, me and Uncle Steve got this. You and dad just sit down and relax.”

  I don’t even know where my stepdad is—probably at the lake with one of my mom’s uncles. They like to fish, which suits me just fine. When dad isn’t around, it’s always so much more relaxing.

  “I think I will. Thank you.” Mom plops down in one of the chairs and fans herself with a hat as me and my uncle start trekking through the woods.

  My stomach has all kinds of butterflies flapping around, and I’m trying desperately to not think about the fact that my gorgeous giant of an uncle will be leaving soon. Jesus, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m scared of being alone with him, but I’m also sad at the thought of him leaving. I guess I like the way I feel when I’m around him. He makes me feel alive, pretty, sexy, and a little wild.

  “Your family seems cool. Wish I could see them more often. See you more often.”

  I don’t hold back a smile as I look his way. “That would be nice. I’ll tell mom to have you over for dinner sometime.”

  “Or,” he says as we get close to our car. “I could just come over, take my little niece out to lunch sometime before the summer is over. Maybe we could go to the zoo. You like zoos?”

  “Of course. Who doesn’t like zoos?”

  I press the trunk button on the fob and toss my bags inside. Uncle Steve sets the cooler down and brushes some hair off my shoulder.

  “You know what I like about zoos?” he asks, stepping so close to me, I can feel the heat radiating off his body.

  “What’s that?” I breathe.

  “Catching a glimpse of mating animals. How uninhibited they are to fuck, no matter who’s around.”

  The rawness in his voice sends sparks dancing across my skin. It�
�s so intimate, what he’s shared, I don’t know how to respond.

  “You like to fuck, Kristal?” His eyes search my face, and my knees feel knobby.

  “I’ve … I don’t know, Uncle Steve.” I gulp, feeling my body tremble as his eyes grow wide.

  “Well, I’ll be goddamned. My little niece is a virgin?”

  I bite my lip and nod, feeling more embarrassed than ever.

  Shaking his head, he brushes his thumbs along the underside of my breasts, making my nipples zing. “You prance around half naked like this, and not a single man has ever laid eyes on this pure body of yours?”

  “That’s right,” I whisper.

  My cheeks burn with lust for him, and as he hooks a finger through the strap on my chest, I can feel my insides quiver like pudding.

  “Maybe your uncle wants to be the first to view your beauty. Take a quick peek at those pert little titties of yours. What’dya say?”

  “I … I don’t …” I’m breathless, speechless. My ability to form words is melting with the rest of my body.

  “You don’t what, sweetie?” He moves his hands to my hips, cups my ass and squeezes. “You’re not curious about what a cock looks like? How it feels to have a real man please you, lick that pussy up one side and down the other while plucking at your little nipples like wild berries?”

  “Oh….” My voice crackles as his erection presses into my belly. He’s so big as he stands over me, holding onto my ass and licking his lips, piercing his gaze into mine.

  “The way you’re dressed right now, and how your hard buds are practically clawing through the fabric, I’d say you’d love for your big step uncle to tear through that pussy. I bet your hot snatch is soaked right now, isn’t it?”

  “Ummm…”

  He doesn’t wait for an answer. Uncle Steve slips a finger through the leg of my jean shorts and finds my pulsing pussy in about one second. His other hand grips my ass, keeping me from moving away.