Ramona Scarlett’s Giant TOO TABOO Mega Bundle (Twenty Story Step Taboo Household Erotica Box Set)

by Ramona Scarlett

  “Oh, daddy, it’s so good!” I moaned, actually enjoying this for once. I loved getting taken in the ass! I loved having my daddy’s cock buried deep in my butt—if only my friends at school could see me now! Or, former friends, shall I say—but who cares about them?

  My daddy’s cock hammered harder and harder into my ass. I gasped and moaned, wiggling around his hard cock, gripping my tits and flicking my nipples, groaning and grunting the entire time.

  “Daddy, is my ass tighter than mommy’s” I squealed.

  “You bet, sweetie!” My daddy answered. Somehow, this filled me with pride.

  “And do you like fucking me in the ass more than you like fucking mommy in the ass?”

  “Of course, sweetheart! Your asshole is so nice and tight and you scream so beautifully when I fuck it…”

  I reached down to play with my wet, dripping pussy while my daddy pounded me. Even though my clit hadn’t been touched yet, it was throbbing and swollen. The second my fingers came in contact with it, I gasped—it had gotten way, way, way more sensitive than I remembered! I began to flick it up and down, lightly, with just the tip of my finger and within moments, I was cumming!

  “Daddy!” I screamed. “Daddy, I’m cumming!”

  My body burst with electric, erotic energy. I squealed, my body throbbing under my fingers, throbbing under the weight of my daddy’s own body as he plunged into my tight, warm depths. The throbbing and spasming of my tight little teenage asshole around my daddy’s cock must have been enough to drive him to cum. Within seconds, I felt his cock exploding, firing stream after stream of hot, juicy cum into my awaiting hole. I gasped as I received his cum, shuddering with delight as it filled me up.

  “Oh…” I moaned. “Oh, daddy!”

  Finally, he slid his long, now-softening cock out of my abused, battered asshole. I gasped as it popped out, feeling his cum dribble down my slutty little legs. The kids at school would never believe what had just happened!

  The horror movie had ended somewhere along the way and the pizza had gotten cold. But even with all that, my daddy had made staying home on a Friday night pretty awesome…

  My Taboo Debutante's Ball

  “I knew this was wrong. I knew he shouldn’t be touching me like this. But damn it if I didn’t love the way he was talking.”

  I’m eighteen years old now and it’s time for my debutante ball! It’s this silly old custom that my family wants me to do… Especially the man of the house and our parish priest! They both have very special, very taboo plans for my debutante’s ball… I can’t wait!

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  “You’re going to be the prettiest girl at the ball, sweetheart!”

  I spun in my gorgeous ball gown, feeling the frills of fabric sway around my legs as I came full circle to face my mother.

  “You really think so, mom?”

  “Oh, I know so!” she announced proudly, a big, beautiful grin on her face. My mother is such a pretty lady. We look almost exactly the same, or so my daddy likes to say. Well, really, he’s my stepfather but he’s been with us since I was a little girl, so he’s really the only father I’ve ever known.

  I looked at myself in the mirror. My dark hair was piled elegantly atop my graceful head and my tawny skin all but shown under the lights. My small but perky breasts swelled under the neck of the intricate white dress, symbolizing purity and virtue.

  This was my dress for the local debutante ball, and I was to be presented to “good society” later that night.

  Have you heard of this custom? It’s kind of silly, I admit. Girls used to “come out” into society when they were fourteen or fifteen, but now, for anyone who still does it, it’s always eighteen—during your senior year spring, it’s really just another excuse to buy a pretty dress and go to a big dance with your friends. And I’m not the type of girl to say no to a good time like that!

  The big thing about it is just that it costs a lot of money. Of course, I don’t know the specifics. My daddy took care of all that, but there were all sorts of classes I had to go to. Ballroom dance classes where I learned to waltz, etiquette classes where I learned which fork was which, and speech classes where I learned how to speak elegantly, like a proper young lady. It’s the kind of stuff you would expect to find in a Jane Austen novel, though, of course, we live in 21st century America. It’s kind of a cute, quaint custom, I decided, and great if you’ve got the money.

  Which my daddy does. He’s a big time management consultant. He’s gone most of the week, shows up on Friday nights, and always takes me and my mom out on the town for a big fancy dinner and usually a show: the opera, ballet, a musical—whatever’s in town! Then, we’re up early on Saturday morning for a big breakfast and more fun. He likes to go driving in the countryside when the weather’s nice and skiing at a resort a few hours away in the winter time. We’ve always had a ton of fun together and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

  Things have changed between me and my daddy ever since I turned eighteen three months ago, however. Not in a bad way, really, but in a… weird way. I think my daddy is coming onto me, basically.

  It started the weekend after my birthday when my daddy insisted we go for a long drive along the coast. My mom wasn’t feeling too well, so it was just us. The weather was finally getting better, and we took his convertible and rode the entire way with the hood down.

  “I can’t believe my little girl is eighteen now,” my daddy announced over the whistling wind as we tore down the highway. I giggled.

  “Believe it, daddy! I can’t believe the weather is so nice!”

  I was wearing just a short, light dress. I was a little chilly—it wasn’t quite spring yet, even though it was sunny—and my legs and chest and arms were all covered with goosebumps.

  “You must be cold, hun,” my daddy called out over the roar of the powerful engine. I just giggled again.

  “A little bit, but I keep thinking I can force spring to come if I dress like it’s spring.”

  “That’s the spirit. Spring will be here before we know it,” my daddy replied. I leaned my head back, enjoying the sun on my face. Then, suddenly, I felt something between my legs. I didn’t even look at first, so enraptured I was with the sun on my skin. It felt like… A hand. Fingers. I opened my eyes and looked down.

  There was my daddy’s hand, cupping my crotch through my underwear! I was so shocked, I couldn’t bring myself to say anything. And I was surprised to find that it actually… Felt kind of good.

  “My little girl is all grown up,” my father muttered huskily as he stroked my crotch. “You’re a big girl now, but you’ll always be my little princess…”

  I knew this was wrong. I knew he shouldn’t be touching me like this. But damn it if I didn’t love the way he was talking. I found myself moaning softly as he stroked my cotton clad mound. Involuntarily, I leaned back, pressing my pussy forward and spreading my legs a little bit. God, I must had looked like a slut but I didn’t care.

  “That’s a good girl,” he whispered. I barely heard him. He was driving with one hand and stroking my crotch with the other. “Let daddy warm you up.”

  And boy, was I ever getting warm! There was nothing that got me hotter than touching myself. I had never had sex but I did masturbate a few times a week, usually in the shower or in bed. A few times a week? Who was I kidding! I masturbated at least twice a day, usually when I woke up, and again in the shower, and maybe a third time, if I was feeling particularly horny and needy, again in the bed before I fell asleep. And what did I think about during all these diddle sessions?

  Well, to be honest, I HAD thought about my daddy. But only once or twice. It had always been a weird occurrence. I would be touching myself and thinking about a football player from school or Ryan Gosling and then my daddy’s strong, broad shoulders would burst into my imagination. Well, there wasn’t much else I could do, I would decide, and just continue on, imagining my father’s strength
, his strong arms, his broad, powerful jaw buried between my legs…

  But now, it was his hand buried between my legs. I shuddered as I felt him slide his finger over my clit. My hips bucked ever so slightly and he pulled my panties to the side. I gasped when I felt the cool breeze on my wet, exposed snatch.

  “Ahh… Daddy…” I whimpered as his fingers began to assault my pussy. I squealed and shuddered, my pussy quivering under his fingers as he touched me. God, but he knew how to touch a girl. He really knew what to do to make me moan, to make me beg for it and whimper.

  “Please, daddy…” I whispered, spreading my legs even wider for him. I found myself involuntarily thrusting my crotch forward for him, gasping hungrily and whimpering as I felt him touch me, as I felt him slide his hands over my fabric clad mound…

  “Please what, baby girl?” he cooed.

  I could only whimper in response. There was nothing for me to say. I was too embarrassed and simultaneously, too overcome with my own pleasure to bother saying anything. I just whimpered and whined, my pussy leaking juices onto my daddy’s fingers. This was the man who had bandaged my skinned knees when I was just a little girl. This was the man who had taken me to soccer practice, to band camp, who had come to see me at plays and recitals! And now, we were racing down the highway at eighty miles an hour and his fingers were buried up to the knuckle in my pussy.

  “Daddy!” I shrieked as I began to cum. I held his wrist tight, my pussy walls quivering and convulsing around his fingers. “Daddy! Daddy!”

  “That’s it, baby girl, cum for daddy,” he whispered, his fingers expertly guiding me through my orgasm. Finally, he took his hand away, slid my panties back over my mound, and licked his finger tips clean. He wore a big, satisfied grin on his face.

  The rest of the day progressed as it nothing had happened. We went to some highway-side tourist traps, looked at ancient rock formations, and were back on the road towards home by five. He never referenced the incident in the car. Neither did I.

  Of course, my daddy is gone on business trips so often, we didn’t really have any opportunity to discuss what had happened. I just tried to put it out of my head. It wasn’t that I was disturbed by what had happened. If anything, I was excited by it. I just didn’t want to find myself longing for it, desperate for more…

  “Where’s my little princess? I want to see my little debutante!” came my father’s booming voice down the hall. My chest went cold and a shiver of excitement ran through my body.

  “There she is!” he cried out as he stormed into the little dressing room. “Looking just like an angel!”

  I blushed and smiled, lowering my eyes.

  “Thank you, daddy,” I said, feeling the flush on my cheeks.

  “I can’t believe it… You’re really all grown up!”

  “Oh, daddy…” I said, smiling still. “I’ll always be your… little girl.”

  “That’s right,” he replied, a big grin on his face.

  “Oh, I just remembered—I need to check on the catering!” my mother gasped, slapping her forehead. My parents were very active in the organization of the debutante ball, as you can see. She darted out of the room, leaving my father and I alone…

  “Well, well, well… Looks like it’s just us,” my daddy said softly, approaching me. Again, I shivered in excitement and nervousness. I smiled anxiously.

  “I guess you’re right, daddy. Look…”

  I decided to make my move. I bent over, pulling up my dress, revealing my bare, naked ass.

  “I think I forgot to wear underwear today. What do you think, daddy? Can I go to the ball like this?”

  “I don’t know if you can, sweetheart… Maybe daddy needs to take a look…”

  He knelt behind me and I felt his big, strong hands on my ass cheeks. He spread me wide and I gasped, feeling my flesh get red with embarrassment. My daddy was looking at my pussy and my asshole! I was totally hair-free, freshly shaven back there, but my holes glistened slightly with sweat and liquid arousal.

  “Daddy… Please…” I whimpered, just as I had in the car so many months ago. He didn’t answer, because of course, he already knew what I wanted—knew what I needed… My daddy knew everything about me and I was fine to let him take control, to let him do whatever he wanted to me.

  He began by kissing up my thighs, my bare flesh trembling and writhing under his touch. As he kissed me, going higher and higher and getting closer and closer to my tender holes, I found myself getting more and more turned on. I wanted this. I wanted my daddy. I wanted him to be my first, on the night of my debut into society.

  I felt his hot tongue dragging across my skin, nearing the sensitive crux of my legs. I gasped as I felt his hot breath on my virgin holes, felt the moisture rising off his tongue as he came closer and closer to touching me. I grunted and groaned, hungry for more of his touch, hungry for him to taste me.

  “Please, daddy…” I whimpered. “I need you…”

  “You need me? You need me to do what?”

  “To…” I couldn’t say it. I swallowed hard and found the words, finally. “To lick me. Eat me, daddy. Eat me out.”

  That was all I had to say. My daddy’s hot, hungry tongue descended on my equally hungry cunt, slurping up from my clit to my hole. I let out a shocked gasp. This was easily the most delicious, most delightful, most pleasurable sensation I had ever felt in my life!

  “Oh, daddy!” I squealed, finding myself pressing my hips back involuntarily, trying to force my wet, sloppy hole further onto his face. “Lick me, daddy. Eat my pussy!”

  My daddy said nothing but silently obliged. I felt his tongue start to lash my clit, hungrily hitting the node of my highest pleasure.

  “God, daddy…” I moaned, squeezing my boobs through my intricate dress. This was incredible. I felt so dirty, so naughty… I felt like such a slut but I loved it and I wanted more, more, more!

  Using the fluid from my pussy, he began to rub my asshole. I cried out as I felt one of his big, strong fingers invade my tight back hole. I had never had anything back there before and suddenly, my daddy was forcing his finger inside of me! And it felt amazing. It only made the sensations cascading out of my clit stronger and I swore I could feel my pussy juices sliding down my inner thighs.

  Now, his tongue was lashing my clit in steady, rhythmic strokes as he fingered my asshole. I still couldn’t believe that my daddy was doing this to me. We had barely exchanged ten words about the last time we fooled around and now, his hot, hungry mouth was devouring my pussy! Before I knew what was happening, I was cumming! This was the second time in my life that my daddy had made me cum… And it was right before a big dance! God, but I felt like such a slut. I could just imagine all my friends, damn near everyone I knew, staring at me, seeing my flushed face and just knowing what had happened to me…

  And could you believe it, it was the best orgasm of my life. I was gasping by the time I finished cumming. I really couldn’t believe it.

  I was just fighting to keep conscious when I heard my daddy’s pants unzipping. I glanced around behind me and saw his big, thick cock coming out of his pants. My eyes widened. My daddy was dressed in a nice, fancy suit but now, his veiny, fat cock was sticking out!

  “Daddy… What are you going to—“

  “Shhh… Just stay quiet, baby girl,” my daddy cautioned. I nodded and bit my lip. I was so excited that I could barely contain my whimpers when I felt the tip of my daddy’s hard, throbbing member press against my sensitive, swollen pussy.

  “Oh, daddy…” I whispered. I couldn’t help myself! I felt him slide into me deep. I was so, so tight but he had already gotten me so, so wet that it didn’t matter. I gasped in delight as he buried himself fully inside of me.

  “Oh, god, daddy, you’re inside of me…” I whimpered. My daddy smiled.

  “That’s right, baby girl. You belong to daddy now. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long, long time.” I heard the pride in his voice, heard the fatherly pride as his coc
k twitched and pulsed inside of me, blood pumping in his thick member.

  As he began to fuck me, sliding his long, thick cock out of me before slamming it back in, I thought with each gasp: how long had he been planning on fucking me? How long had he really been thinking about it? Maybe since I was a little girl? I couldn’t even fathom such things right now. I couldn’t think about the fact that my father might have been planning to fuck my brains out as soon as I turned eighteen… All I could think about was my father’s thick, veiny cock ripping into my pussy with each breath I took.

  “Oh, daddy, it’s too good!” I moaned pathetically, grunting and pushing my hips back into my daddy. I loved the feeling of his warm cock invading my tight little hole, pressing deep into my hot pussy.