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MY UNPROTECTED TABOO REVENGE, complete series (#1–3): First time, older man younger woman, forbidden, fertile

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by Anya Aurelie


  “You know I have to,” he said.

  “Fine, I’ll get dressed,” I said, and stood up, letting the sheet drop. I was completely naked again, and I made sure to bend all the way over in front of him, showing him my ass and a little sliver of my pussy, when I picked up my panties from the floor.

  I heard him swallow hard, and I stood up to face him again, letting my breasts bounce with my movements. “Isn’t there any way I can persuade you not to tell her?” I asked, stepping closer to him.

  “Mia…” he started in a warning tone. I ignored him and picked up his hand. I put my best pout on my face. “You really came in at a bad time,” I moaned. “I was so horny. He was just about to fuck me. Here, feel how wet I am.”

  Ed started to protest, but I dragged his fingers between my legs and made him touch my wetness. He drew in a sharp breath, and I knew he was having trouble fighting his urges.

  “Mia, this can’t…you can’t…” he started, but was unable to finish his sentences.

  “I just wanted to get fucked,” I said. “Don’t you know what that’s like?” I looked at him with a pleading expression. Then I pulled his fingers away from my pussy and put them in my mouth, sucking my juices off of them. I saw the front of his slacks expand as his cock began to stiffen, and I reached out with my other hand and rubbed his cock through his pants.

  He moaned, and I knew I had won. “I need cock,” I said. “You gave me a taste of it, and now I can’t get enough. I need more. It’s all your fault.”

  Ed was no longer protesting, so I dropped to my knees and unzipped his slacks, then pulled his cock out from between the slit in his boxers. It was fully hard already, and I put the whole thing down my throat at once.

  “Oh, yes, you’re so nice and hard,” I moaned. “You taste so good.” I began bobbing back and forth on his cock, putting it down my throat and taking it back out, then swirling my tongue around his head.

  “You’re so good at that,” he said. “Are you sure you’ve never done that before?”

  “Only to you,” I said with a sly smile. “You’re my first. Please won’t you fuck me again? I need it so bad.”

  “I can’t,” he said, though he didn’t seem to be pulling his cock away from my lips.

  “Please, you have to,” I begged. “You can’t stop my friend from fucking me and then not give me anything at all. I’m so, so horny. I need it so bad.”

  He gulped and threaded his fingers through my hair, pulling me closer. I sucked him more vigorously, staring up at him as he towered over me.

  Then I stood up and lay out on my bed again, spreading myself open and exposing my whole body to him. I spread my legs wide and began rubbing my clit and pushing my fingers inside my tight hole. I moaned as I touched myself, watching him watch me.

  “God, I need cock so much,” I said, and I saw him breaking.

  Ed undid the top button of his slacks and stepped out of them, then quickly unbuttoned his starched, button-up shirt as well. His body was in surprisingly good shape for his being in his late thirties or forties, and I looked him up and down with the same lusty glance he’d been giving me.

  His cock stood at attention, and I stared at it, wishing it closer. As I thought it, he stepped toward the bed as though magnetically drawn, and then he was on top of me.

  His body pressed down into mine, and his skin felt warm. Ed grabbed my breasts, harder than he had the day before, almost as though angry, and squeezed and twisted my nipples in a way that almost hurt.

  “I can’t believe you got me to do this again, you little virgin slut,” he said, and I just smiled. I didn’t mind the nickname at all; it just showed how much power I had over him.

  “Oh, I know you want it as much as I do,” I said, trying to make my voice sultry. He leaned down and licked my breasts, squeezing them together and letting them bounce back apart. I reached down and grabbed his cock, and squeezed it too, gently but firmly. Then I reached even further down and cupped his balls.

  “For a virgin, you sure do know how to act like a whore,” my mom’s boyfriend told me, and I kissed him, drawing him even closer to my naked body.

  He repositioned himself on top of me, and I felt him lining his cock up against my pussy, the same way Chris had done before we had so rudely been interrupted.

  “We have to be quick — your mom will be home soon,” he said.

  Exactly, you asshole, I thought, but instead I just said, “But you feel so good. I want to fuck you for hours.”

  He started to push into me then, and I spread my legs open even wider to him. My pussy was still so sore from being popped open the day before, and I was even tighter than normal as a result. He pushed slowly, entering me centimeter by centimeter, until he stuck at the same spot he had the day before.

  “What’s going on?” I asked. “Why can’t you get in?”

  “I don’t know,” he said, and pulled out, then reached inside of me with his finger. “I think part of your hymen in still intact.”

  “Really?” I said. “So does that mean I’m still kind of a virgin?” And Chris could’ve taken my second virginity.

  “I guess so,” he said. “In a sense. I guess I get to pop your cherry a second time.”

  I closed my eyes while he inserted his cock back into my pussy and pushed. This time it didn’t take as long before I felt the popping sensation and he pushed all the way in, gliding inside of me.

  I gasped when I felt my hymen give way. It didn’t hurt, exactly, but it wasn’t comfortable either. Ed reached down a hand and felt around, then lifted his hand to show me a tiny amount of blood. “See?” he said. “You still had some bit of virgin in you.”

  “Not anymore,” I said. “You like taking your girlfriend’s teenage daughter’s tight, virginal cunt, don’t you?”

  “I do,” he gasped, and began thrusting. The best thing about Ed was how much he seemed into me. I guessed that he’d never in his life get the chance to fuck a nineteen-year-old again, and that he’d certainly never get the chance to take someone’s virginity again. Even their second virginity.

  But I wanted to make him last as long as possible to give my mom a chance to walk in on us. So I began moving my hips underneath him, grinding into him and forcing him to slow his pace. He felt so huge inside of me, stretching my pussy open around him, and I loved the feeling of it. It felt even better than the day before, now that it wasn’t quite so new.

  “Where’s that vibrator?” he asked, a glint in his eye.

  “Under the bed,” I said, and he pulled out of me for a moment to crouch beside the bed and reach down beneath it. He pulled out the thin red vibrator and turned it on. My pussy got even wetter at the sound of the buzzing — a Pavlovian response, I guessed, which was something I’d learned about in my Psych 101 class last semester.

  Ed pressed the vibrator against my clit, and I moaned. It really did feel fantastic. He pushed it in and out of my hole, and somehow it didn’t feel as good as it had the day before, back before I’d known what a real cock felt like. This felt hard and thin and fake.

  “Give me your cock,” I demanded, and Ed slid back inside of me while keeping the vibrator on my clit.

  He grabbed my tits, both in one hand, and squeezed them together, then slapped them back and forth, watching them jiggle and bounce.

  After a few minutes, he suggested, “Ride me.” He pulled out of me and we changed positions. I straddled him and lowered myself down onto his hard dick, feeling my pussy open up to accept him.

  For a man concerned about getting caught, he sure did lose track of time when he was fucking, but I wasn’t about to mention it. It was exactly what I’d been hoping for.

  I ground my pelvis against his and moved around until I found what felt good to me, moving my hips in a circle rather than in and out like he had done. This had the added benefit of slowing him down even more, prolonging this moment. I let my breasts bounce around while I rode him, knowing that he couldn’t keep his eyes off them.

 
But it felt a little too good to me in this position, and as soon as Ed put the vibrating wand back against my pussy, I felt the rising sensation begin inside of me. Soon my pussy was spasming hard, and I couldn’t hold it back. I was coming against Ed’s cock for a second time.

  “Oh god, fuck, oh god,” I groaned. “I’m coming. It feels so good.”

  My pussy tightened and clenched on him as it pulsed out my orgasm, and Ed grabbed my breasts hard and groaned, “I’m going to come too.” Apparently feeling my orgasm had been too much for him, and sure enough, a moment later I felt him pouring his cum into my unprotected pussy for a second time.

  “Mia, yes, take my cum,” he said, and even through my climax I listened for Mom’s car door in the driveway, but all was silent.

  “Fill me up,” I said, because what else could I do? “Fill up my tight virgin pussy.”

  And he did, keeping his palms tight against my breasts as he pulsed out spurt after spurt inside of me. The naughtiness of it all made me come even harder, and I finally allowed myself to let go and just enjoy the moment. I loved that I could feel his cock hardening as he came, could feel every throb as it stretched me open wider still, then let me go, then stretched me open again as he filled me.

  Finally, we both relaxed as my pussy stilled and he finished emptying himself into me. We sat not moving for a moment, his cock still inside of me, and then I gently pulled off of him and stood up, feeling dizzy.

  “Wow,” he said, standing up too. “I do love that tight pussy. You work magic with that thing.”

  I tried not to make a face at the comment. I also tried to prolong our getting dressed, hoping there was still a chance that Mom would walk in on us. Ed got dressed quickly, and was just zipping up his pants when we heard the kitchen door shut.

  “Ed? Mia?” Mom’s voice called out.

  “Hi, honey! I’m coming,” Ed called down to her.

  “You already came,” I whispered, and he glared at me, apparently back to normal already.

  “Not a word,” he said, holding up one finger in what was supposed to be a threatening gesture.

  “Not a word about me having a boy in my room,” I shot back.

  “Deal,” he said, looking not happy at all about it, and headed downstairs.

  I finished putting my clothes on, grinning like a maniac. Maybe it hadn’t happened this time — maybe Ed was still in the picture for now. But I could keep this up for as long as it took, and it was clear that Ed was powerless to say no to me.

  I’d get my revenge yet. And oh, it would be sweet.

  My Unprotected Taboo Revenge, #3

  Over the next week, I tried hard to stay out of Ed’s way, and he tried to stay out of mine. I was glad, because as turned on as I’d been the two times he’d fucked me, I didn’t really want to have to do it again. It was strange, this feeling of both wanting him inside of me and being repulsed by him. His cock felt so good, but his whole existence made me shudder.

  I stayed in my bedroom a lot during those days, and thought often about how Ed had walked in on me and Chris right as Chris was about to penetrate me. It made me so angry that he had interrupted the moment I’d been waiting for for years, yet something about the memory of lying naked on my bed, fully exposed to my mother’s boyfriend, was such a turn-on that I couldn’t stop touching myself while thinking about it.

  But I knew that Chris didn’t feel the same way about it. I texted him a few times. “Hey, hope you weren’t too shaken up by my mom’s boyfriend walking in on us.” No response. “Hey Chris, everything OK?” No response.

  I was getting worried. I hadn’t exactly expected that Chris would be quick to forgive the experience, and part of me had known instantly that he probably wouldn’t want to try again with me. But now that I’d been sitting up in my bedroom for days, alone, thinking about how close I’d gotten to getting penetrated by the guy I’d been lusting after for so long…well, now it was hard to move on.

  Over those days I grew angrier and angrier with Ed — both for interrupting my one chance with Chris, and for coming between me and my mom. I missed my relationship with my mom, missed the moments that only the two of us shared, missed that special closeness. I knew we could get it back — but I also knew that we’d never get it back while Ed was around.

  And so even though I didn’t want his cock inside of me again, I vowed one last time to seduce him — sometime when I was absolutely sure my mom would walk in on us. There would be no more fucking him without assurance that Mom would find out. This wasn’t recreation, after all. This was war.

  So after my first week home from college was over, after I was done sulking in my old bedroom for days, I gathered myself up, re-committed myself to my goal, and set out to seduce him one last time.

  But it would have to be perfect. Therein lay the problem: How could I guarantee we’d get caught? Mom didn’t come home from work at the exact same time every day, so fucking him around the time she normally came home was no sure thing — I’d proven that to myself last time, when I’d hoped she’d walk in on us and instead she arrived only moments after we’d finished. I knew now that it wasn’t as easy as I’d expected to keep Ed from coming in hopes of giving her more time to arrive — not to mention to keep myself from coming.

  My mom had a beautiful swimming pool in her backyard that I’d loved growing up. I spent many long summer days lounging around in the pool, trying to do cartwheels underwater, and later, when I was older and started getting worried about my weight, swimming laps back and forth across the length of it.

  Having spent most of the time I’d been back home from college brooding in my old bedroom, I still hadn’t been out to the pool. Now, I stood staring at it out my bedroom window. It was clean and clear, shimmering blue in the bright summer day.

  Swimming would help me think, I decided, so I put on my favorite bikini, a tiny black thing that barely covered my breasts now that they were so much bigger than the last time I’d been home. I smoothed my hands over my flat stomach and kept going, dipping my fingers beneath the elastic of the bikini bottoms and feeling how wet I was between my legs.

  I’d been so horny since I’d gotten home that I could hardly stand it. I rubbed my clit for a moment, then picked up the phone and, before I could stop myself, texted Chris one more time. “I’d love to see you again. Maybe pick up where we left off? I’m so horny.”

  It would out of character for me to say something like that, but I wanted to make sure he knew: Get together with Mia, get laid. There was no more beating around the bush. I wanted to be fucked hard.

  I dropped the phone back down onto my bed and bounded downstairs, not bothering to bring a towel. It was a weekday, so no one else was home, and I knew I could swim all for myself, without wondering whether I was turning Ed on in my tight bikini.

  Down at the edge of the pool, I dipped a toe into the water. “Ooh!” I said out loud. It was chilly, much chillier than I’d expected. I sat down on the edge and slowly eased myself in, squealing as the cold water touched each new part of my body, and outright gasping as it filled my bikini bottoms and poured into the crevice between my pussy lips.

  “So cold!” I said to myself. I dunked under the water all at once and swam to the other side, trying to warm up. A few laps later, I was feeling much more comfortable. My breathing was heavy, and I could feel that my cheeks were flushed.

  I sat down on the steps leading out of the pool and stared out at the water. I wondered whether Chris had responded, but didn’t feel like going inside to check my phone.

  Thinking about Chris, thinking about my power over Ed, I lay back on the steps, shutting my eyes hard against the bright sunlight, and let the water lap at my thighs. The water was right at clit level between my legs, and I felt the tiny waves washing over it again and again. It was like the world’s most subtle vibrator, and it didn’t take long before I was fully turned on.

 

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