And to think, she wasn’t even close to being a teen. Stephaney was actually in her mid-age, but her bod is still amazing. I knew her age because I thought she was maybe younger than me when I first met her. So I had said to Michayle,
“Damn Keith’s girlfriend looks hot. He could probably be her daddy because she can’t be any older than twenty-one.”
His curvy lips smiled softly. He wasn't surprised as he nodded. He made a soft grunt then said,
“I hear that all the time. It’s kind of embarrassing when we’re walking together, and people think I’m her . . . Her. . . well,” he swung his eyes awkwardly up at me with his head still down, as soon as his eyes meet mine he looked back down to the floor as he fumbled to admit, “well, her Dad.”
I didn’t want to agree because Michayle seemed a bit embarrassed and offended by people thinking he was that old, maybe it was because he was bearded. Somehow it just jumped out my mouth, and I said it.
“Yeah.” It was a subtle way of agreeing with people that he looked like a Dad. The little brightness on his face faded to a gray emptiness.
“Then like, how old is she?” I asked.
“Guess.” He said.
“Twenty-three?”
“No,” he was quite unexcited about talking about Stephaney’s age. “She’s forty-one.” He sounded pretty matter-of-factly.
“Forty-one!” I was over the top excited and surprised and turned on. Not necessarily by her age, but by our age difference. Twenty years my senior. Damn, imagine me fucking a woman twenty years older than me with a body that fine. Something tugged at my navel and tightened in my pussy. I smiled as he answered.
“Yeah.”
“Damn with a body like hers at forty-one, bet she gets a whole lot of pick-up lines from these college dudes huh?”
“I wouldn’t know that now, would I?” He said as if I was beginning to annoy him. But to be honest, her body was such a turn on. I was still comparing her pair of breasts to mine. God, I would so suck on her large nipples. Her ass. Damn her ass is beautiful and perfectly rounded in the right places. And I love the way she dresses like an expensive slut, I thought. Simplistic Cartier watches, rings, and earrings. Her clothes were simplistic and just as minimal as they legally needed to be. Skirts too short, shorts too tight, dresses too contouring. She always made sure to show some of what she’s got. And it was a lot. I think Keith loved that about her. I did too; I think I enjoyed looking at her as much as Keith did.
“You like her? Would you bed her if you had the opportunity?” I asked.
He cocked his eye up and looked up at me weird as if he sensed my next upcoming question.
“NOOO… She’s my friend’s girl for crying out loud! And she’s almost twice my age.”
“And so what?” I asked.
“No to whatever else you were going to ask.”
“But you must have even thought about it. Haven’t you?”
“No, never. She’s Keith’s girl.”
“Girl?”
I don’t know if I would call a forty-one-year-old woman a girl, I thought.
“Yeah girl. . . Well, his girlfriend.”
He still called her a girl. He hadn’t realized I was referring to him calling her a girl at her age, despite her perfect body. I think her body was confusing his age classification of her.
“Well, I call her that because she’s...” He shrugged his shoulders. “She’s … you know, kinda hot.”
“Damn she’s hot alright. Wait... Wait…So you do want to fuck her? I thought you said that—”
“Hey listen, she’s Keith’s girlfriend, totally off limits, plus she never would, you know . . . and I would never, you know—”
“Well good for you Mic, but I can’t say the same.”
I slowed down my voice as I carefully queried,
“You think she would like a body like mine? I mean, with her body being perfect and all?”
Before this I had never mentioned about other women to Mic, and from the way Michayle searched my eyes with his when I said that, I could tell he was surprised to find out that I was bi-curious.
I’ve always held it within me that I would fuck a girl. Not just savor in the taste of her but fuck her with a strap on dildo. A big strap on dildo and dominate her like I wish Michayle would dominate me. Maybe even fuck her in her ass. Suck on her breast, yank on her hair, feed my pussy into her mouth, dripping my juices unto her tongue, sit on her face and smother her mouth and chin with my drenching crotch.
Somehow I really liked breasts. I loved them. I always lust at having stiff erected nipples in my mouth. I’ll have them stuffed down in my throat. That’s hot. I’ve secretly lusted at the girls in magazines, models on T.V., some of the cheerleaders when I was at college, but this was the first time I've physically touched someone whom I would love to throat fuck her tits. And to think, all through my college life where I was amongst so many young hotties, it wounded up being a Milf. I had to fuck Keith’s girlfriend.
“So you like big sausages?” I asked staring at her with my smutty intentions unhidden.
CHAPTER 4
Stephaney’s innocent and angelic face was staring at the overly large sausages.
“Yeah, I think I would like them big, but I’ve never tried it before.” Her voice was soft but still had that natural sexy rasp to it.
If I ever was to get with Steph, now was an excellent opportunity for me to slip in some naughty at her. I’ve never been naughty with her before nor have she ever talked sex around me. I guess she didn’t find it comfortable to use the word cock or fuck around me, probably because of our age difference.
Maybe she still viewed me as a teenager, or too young, or perhaps because I dressed too conservatively and my actions were always so reserved and quiet. Maybe it was my nerdy glasses or unfashionable taste. I don’t know where her mind was on all this. But in any case, I doubted she was into women, or even kinky any at all.
She was always prim and proper, never naughty, the opposite of Keith who was rugged, rough, manly and naughty. I think the sexy skimpily way in which she always dressed was about her being proud of her body not sexual or naughty. Was it? Was she a naughty filthy thinking woman under all this quiet facade? Have I misjudged by her prim appearance? I bet she was quietly a freak. No, she couldn’t be.
What I was sure of was that it was very daunting of a task to approach a grown woman sexually. It would be my first time approaching a girl moreover a woman twenty years older than me and so damn hot. I have a feeling she was way out of my league. My heart quickened as I thought about what to say.
As I test ran some lines in my head and my heart raced. It was scary to repeat them in my head, but somehow it turned me on, even more, the more I thought about it. I was growing obsessed with the thought of fucking Keith’s girlfriend. And I thought about some obscene lines I wanted to say, like,
‘Can I finger fuck you up your tight short skirt while you lean against the cool refrigerator in front everyone here in the supermarket? That jumbo sausage stuffed in your mouth after I stuffed it in my pussy.’
God, I was getting so heated thinking about lines I could say that I wanted to rub on my clit a bit. I leaned against the refrigerator to get my clit resting along the cool hard metal edge, but it was too short it rested across my inner thighs. The cool condensed air on the refrigerator permeated through my long skirt and cooled my legs. A soft tingly chill started up my thighs, my inside flinched, and my breath hitched. I made a soft gasp. She heard me gasp. She looked at me and asked if I was alright.
“Hey, you’re Ok?” she asked.
I nodded my head,
“Yes, yes. I’m okay.” I tried to catch back my breath and slowly eased off the refrigerator, separating the coolness from between my thighs.
Maybe I should have said no and told her she was hardening my nipples and I wanted her to show me hers, but somehow I could not. I didn’t know what to expect if I said something like that to her. But I think we were cl
ose enough now for me to lightly make sexual innuendos at her.
Well I mean, how offended would she be perfectly set up for a sexual undertone or pass. She did dress pretty sexual. But then, she never seemed interested in sexual passes or even fazed when guys complimented her on the mall. I guess coming from me, whom, though was a freak deep down inside, I dressed too conservative and unfashionable by her standards for her to even desire me in any way.
What am I thinking? Look at me, I own no brand name stuff, and my brunette hair is always pulled back in this same ponytail like I’m wearing now. My glasses were relatively thick, and from some sides, it had the visual effect as if looking at my eyes through a magnifying glass. Of course I wasn’t her type.
People would easily mistake me for a nerd, but quite frankly I wasn’t. My grades were average at school anyway, and I was quite easygoing and chill to hang around if you’d look past my clothes and get to know me. I wondered if Stephaney would be willing to know me? I looked down at her short skirt. It was thin, and you could see the gap between her legs and the firmness of her thighs. My nipples thickened.
I replied, “Me neither. I’ve never had sausages that big before. Michayle’s not that big.”
Her face twitched, but there was no smile on her face. I searched to read from her expression if she perhaps was offended. I couldn’t tell if she was or not. There was a small element of surprise when she looked around at me. My heart thudded and raced. I didn’t know what her open blank expression meant. Was she disgusted? Thought I was a pervert? Thought I was crazy? Does she think I was just being a naughty kid with hormones running wild?
She looked straight into my eyes, reading them and replied,
“Excuse me, what’s that?”
“Nothing. I was . . . I was joking around.” I forced an embarrassed smile. My awkwardness was obvious.
She looked back in the supermarket’s refrigerator and took up a pack of the large sausages and asked,
“So you’ve never tried this size before, right?”
“I was thinking of getting a toy that big but no, I’ve nev—”
She flashed her head around, “Would you try a toy this big?”
“Yeah,” I shrugged my shoulders matter-of-factly, “Why not? I think I would like it.”
I was lying, I knew I could not handle that size but good, I thought, at least I got her to open up. Sex talk. We were heading down the alley of naughty and I was making sure I lead her to the very end. It felt exhilarating, thrilling. My heart kicked hard, and my mind raced. Then a bomber happened. Michayle’s muscled-head mentor came around the corner smiling, breaking my first intimate connection with Stephaney. He had a vegetable in his hand; a large cucumber. He tossed it up in the air with one hand and grabbed it out the air with the other.
With the same grin in his eyes that he had naughtily given her in the kitchen, he talked to her quietly, ignoring the fact that I was even there.
“Hun, do you like this? Think you can handle?”
Before Stephaney answered, she looked over at me uncomfortably.
TOO BIG TABOO MASSIVE MEN 2 – Dark Explicit Sex Short Story
Young Women Broken Hard Series
ABBEY PERRY
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Everyone has a little Taboo. What’s yours?
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All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure inventions of fiction.
Table of Content
TOO BIG TABOO MASSIVE MEN 2
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 1
Stephaney’s face looked confused, and when she spoke, she stuttered.
“Keith . . . Keithhhh . . .” Looking over to me as if suggesting there was a kid in their midst. Keith ignored her concerned expression, brushing it away and saying,
“So . . . Can you take all of this without making even a grunt?”
He sounded gleeful and very excited by the thought of stretching her little cunt with such a large cucumber as he was showing her in his hand. I was mentally calculating that cucumber and measuring it up against my petite hole. I checked out the cucumber; unpeeled and skin rough and still cool because it was just out from the refrigerator, with the cold trickle of sweats on its green skin. I’ve always heard of using a cucumber as a toy, but this was my very first time thinking about it so hard that I could feel the bumps all over the cucumber sliding its way into my pussy canal as the vegetable enters me.
“I think I could.” The words were out of my mouth moments before I could think.
For the first time now Keith looked over at me, the nerdy little chick he viewed me as, I assumed. Of course, this choked him, he half-coughed.
“Ah-hem. Umm. . . What?”
“I think I could take all that cucumber in my, y’know . . .,” I said politely.
Keith's eyes gawked, and he looked over to Stephaney then at me and then back to Stephaney. She smiled at me with squinted eyes and asked,
“How hard?”
It was my moment of surprise. I didn’t expect that reaction from the very prim and conservative Stephaney. My eyes went to her large protruding nipples through her thin blouse.
“Well. Hard in my hole and even harder in my mouth. I can take it hard in both ho- . . . well, in all holes.”
Keith zipper bobbed hard and visibly as if his cock was straining to burst through. It was that time, for the first time I realized that he had one of the most massive bulges I had ever seen in my life. It had to be larger than the size of the cucumber he held. My innocent cotton panties were getting moist.
Oh my God, that’s not a cock in there. Could it be? My pussy twitched.
Keith caught my eyes latched on to his crotch. He knew I was stripping off his pants and boxers with my eyes and looking at his naked hard elephant cock. I just couldn’t tear my eyes away no matter how hard I tried I still stared. I was too dumbstruck (or lovestruck) by its enormity. He purposely let his cock bobbed forward through his khaki Dockers again, the movement was restrained, and his dick nudged against his pant fabric. And then came another swift nudge as if it was a pulse. My God, his dick seemed so strong and powerful. I could feel my pussy salivating from within.
My pink tongue licked my lower lip without realizing it. I was making it too clear for them that I was a sucker for monster cocks. Keith stared intently at my lips. He stepped forward and stepped closer to me. I doubted it Keith had ever paid me any sexual attention before now.
He looked me head to toe, and I could feel him stripping me naked with his eyes. I didn’t know if he was mirroring my actions, but he licked his lips too as he got into touching distance of my small body. He stood there, and I felt his height towering over mine as if his shadow was heavy on me. I looked forward, and my eye level only reached the second white button of his plaid shirt. I felt a bit intimidated standing so close against his muscular body.
Keith was forty-four and I had never imagined having sex with a man much older than me before, moreover a man more than twice my age, but now all I could picture was his big thick cock stuck between my pussy and plundering my hole. I wanted to grab on it and feel the girth and thickness to feel if it was real. My curiosity was hot, but my pussy was hotter.
With his mouth just above my forehead, I felt his hot breath and lips movements when he asked,
“What about this?” He bowed his head down directing his gaze to his massive bulge.
“Huh? Ahmm .. Umm …” I licked my lips as I searched for words.
Stephaney giggled.
“Keith we’re in a supermarket. You need to control yourself,” Stephaney said.
Keith looked over on Stephaney.
“I just want to know if this young little flower can take a big
hard cock, or if she’s bluffing.”
A grandma in a pink cardigan sweater and black strings attached to her burgundy glasses’ handles passed by glancing at the price of the large sausages in the refrigerator. Stephaney glanced at her and then looked at Keith's penis print against his pants.
“So Okay. Sansy?” Stephaney called to me.
“Yes?”
She grabbed on to my hand, my shoulders rocked forward, she shoved my hand onto Keith’s hardened bulge, and my eyes nearly popped through my glasses, not from Steph’s surprising action but from what I felt. I could not wrap my hand around it entirely, but I squeezed on what I could fit into the hold of my tiny fist.
“So can you manage that my darling? Keith is a bit rough bull with it?”
I knew I couldn’t. No way I could. I had fantasies of being stretched but they were just that, fantasies, not capabilities, my pussy was still yet to be stretched really, but something in me would not let me admit it.
“Oh, sure I can. I’ve handled bigger.”
Keith widened his eyes to a noticeable bulge. He knew he was huge. Keith believed my lie. He looked at my covered-up body, nerd glasses, and my laughable ponytail.
“Have you now?” He asked with a smile.
“Yes, I sure have?”
I saw the conspicuous imprint cock twitched harder, jerking the crotch of khaki pants. He didn’t seem to care that we were in public or that his hard-on was visibly straining against his zipper. He stepped even closer to me, so his lower lip was resting on my hairline above my forehead, and the warmth of his lip tingled me there.
“Did you cry like a little girl?” His voice was low and thickly laced with filthy sexual curiosity, “I bet you did.”
“Do you want to find out?” I asked as I placed my hand on his firm broad chest. His hardened bulge slightly rested above my navel and I could almost feel its weight resting against my flat tummy so I braced even closer toward him, letting his awakened manhood feel the tightness of my young tight body against him. I felt his monstrosity twitched, lifted and fell with a slap on my belly, butterflies fluttered in the depths of my tummy and my breath was hitching in my throat. Damn, oh damn, he felt so thick, so heavy, so … so … meaty. I crossed my legs trying to control the insatiable excitement between my thighs.
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