Too Taboo! 3: A Forbidden Fun Taboo Bundle

by Saffron Daughter

  It was like looking for someone through moving traffic. You only caught glimpses of them. He was only giving me glimpses of the ultimate peak. Hints at what was to come, where he was going to take me this evening.

  “Oh Jacob, you fucking tease,” I mewled at him, but I was already panting, and he could tell that I liked it. I could tell that he could tell. It dawned on me again that we were really close. That, maybe, all this time we had been best friends, we had already been in a relationship, but just without the sexual component.

  “Mm,” he moaned into me, sending vibrations rippling through me, snapping me out of that briefest moment of thought. “You taste great.”

  He ran his tongue up my folds, splaying them open, parting them wide, and igniting pleasure in my womanhood. It culminated with a spike of welcomed sensation as his tongue reached my bulging, hardened, starving clitoris.

  I moaned, feeling a small stream of my own juice trickle out of my entrance and run down to my anus.

  Jacob began to slowly suck on my clit, bringing my whole bundle of nerves into his mouth, and flicking at it with his tongue, left to right then right to left; up to down, then down to up. Each touch of his practiced, powerful tongue sent me gasping for more.

  “Fuck, yes,” I moaned. The feeling was incredible. The concentration of sensation on my clit was so dense, so potent, so sharp and piercing. He brought me right up to the edge in what felt like an instant, and my whole body tightened up. I was dangling over the edge, ready to let go at any minute, ready to cross that point of no return, ready to explode into his mouth in what had just been a matter of minutes.

  But he knew where he had taken me, and instantly slowed down. My approach was interrupted. I was going to circle around the runway for a while. Exasperated, tormented, and loving it. That was me.

  Jacob was good. He knew what he was doing. I loved that, I loved that he was not shy or tentative, and that he was reading me right. Oh, why, oh, why hadn’t we done this sooner?

  He began to slowly and methodically work my clit again, never once letting up his vacuum vice, never once breaking his rhythm.

  Out of nowhere, he pushed two fingers powerfully inside me, forcing me to cry out in half surprise and half pleasure. His fingers were thick, commanding, and they filled me up.

  My cunt clenched at his digits and I wished that he could finger me forever, that I could bathe in this sensation until time itself ran out.

  Quickly, expertly, he found the mottled skin that marked my g-spot and began to push slowly against it as he slid his fingers in and out of me.

  “Oh, Jacob, fuck yes!” I had said it with a rumble, my voice entering a baritone low as my stomach began to crunch, as I felt the moment approaching. “Eat me, Jacob! Eat me! Finger me! Don’t stop!”

  I bucked my hips wildly, grinding my pussy into his face. There was a fiery heat in my core, welling up, building up, pooling, some inferno that would rage when released, snapping out at the fresh oxygen, wracking my body. I couldn’t wait.

  Then it came, powerfully, almost unexpectedly. “I’m coming!” I shrieked as I ground my pussy violently into his face, the walls of my cunt clenching and contracting, flexing and twitching, seemingly at random, swallowing his fingers and threatening never to let them go.

  In an instant, I was submerged in bliss, in joy and pleasure. I thrashed, squirmed, and twisted on the bench, my breathing rapid and shallow, my stomach muscles crunched.

  I shut my eyes tight and shrieked, cried, moaned, groaned, yelped and sighed. I gripped his hands with my own, so hard that my knuckles went white.

  He groaned into my clit and I felt the vibrations course through me as waves of pleasure continued to break over me, to knock me around, to wreak havoc with my nerves. I wrapped my legs around his back and neck, grinding him harder into my flowering womanhood, capturing that one last moment of closeness before my orgasm began to ebb.

  I released him, and he looked up at me, his eyes imbued with lust, his mouth and lips a creamy mix of saliva and my own excreted pleasure.

  He brought his finger to his nose and smelled me before plunging them deep inside his mouth and sucking off the very essence of my orgasm.

  “Jesus,” I groaned at him. “You sexy fuck.”

  I lay back against the wooden bench, basking in the aftermath of orgasm, and, for the first time since he hoisted up my skirt and wriggled my underwear down my legs, looked around me to see if anyone had watched us. It was a wonderful summer night, warm and balmy.

  I wiped my forehead, where sweat had beaded, and Jacob ran a finger down my cleavage where I was also sweating, glistening in reflected moonlight.

  “My turn now,” I said, reaching forward and pulling him toward me by his belt. I unbuckled him and unzipped his jeans, and he groaned at me appreciatively, looking down with hungry eyes.

  “Take off your shirt,” I said.

  “What?” He said, looking around. “Here?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay, I can do that.” He removed his shirt and his stomach muscles came into clear, delicious view. They were flat, gorgeously shaped, cut deeply like a knife does through clay. He threw his shirt onto the back of the bench, the movement of his arms sending the muscles dancing beneath his thin skin. He was athletic, but also genetically gifted.

  Not many guys had a body like that, even if they exercised. He was well proportioned, his chest muscle and shoulders rounded and powerful-looking without being bulky or beefy. Veins ran up his stomach, starting from somewhere beneath the line of his jeans, and sprung out on his arms and biceps.

  But it wasn’t like this was the first time I had ever ogled his body.

  He was hot, so hot. I could hardly contain myself. I pulled him closer to me and ran my tongue through the grooves of his muscle, over his tightly stretched skin.

  I reached into the flap of his jeans, and gasped when I felt his iron readiness, felt his bulging, throbbing cock. It was curled tightly beneath his clinging briefs, and I felt around for the flap on his underwear. I pulled, with some difficulty, his manhood through it, and he came springing out into view.

  “Wow,” I whispered to myself. I was impressed.

  His manhood was massive. It twitched and throbbed to the beat of his heart, and I wrapped my finger and thumb around his base, unable to touch the two, feeling his impressive girth, feeling his pulse through his thick, protruding veins.

  “God, you’re big,” I said, looking up at him and biting my lip. “I can’t wait you have you inside me.”

  “That comes later,” he said, his voice raspy and lust-laden.

  “Yeah,” I said, nodding in agreement, looking back down to face his massive manhood, its single eye staring at me. His cock was so fucking sexy. He was clean-shaven, and it made his penis look all the more impressive.

  I wasn’t afraid to admit that I was a bit of a size queen.

  The skin of his shaft was smooth and unblemished. His bulbous, mushroom-shaped glans was a glorious pink. I traced a finger up one of his veins, and it was easily as thick as my pinky. I leaned back a little to get a better perspective of him. He was big. Really big.

  I moaned quietly at the thought of it stretching me, opening me up, filling me full. I was already dripping wet again.

  A giant bead of pre-cum, like a jewel glimmering in the dark, formed at the tip of his dick. It was soon displaced by another one, and it tracked slowly down his engorged glans.

  I leaned forward ferociously, greedily, and licked up the trail of pre-cum, the physical manifestation of his desire, of his arousal. The jewel tasted salty sweet in my mouth, and I hungrily took the second off the tip of his head, and relished the taste of the man’s natural lubrication.

  Jacob had shivered and shuddered at the sudden licks of my tongue on his swollen helmet, and he groaned at me, wordless and guttural. I grinned, and then swallowed his head into my mouth, wrapping my lips around it, sucking tightly on his glans, forming the same vacuum seal he had done to me.


  I began to pump him with my fingers and thumb, ringed around his girth. I felt, at that moment, I never wanted to let go of his cock. I wanted him to forever be shackled to me, never more than an arm’s length away, his powerful manhood forever on-call. His companionship, our relationship, always there, always present.

  I brought his whole length into me in one fluid motion, opening my throat, suppressing the gag, and forcing him deep inside me. My fingers bunched at the base of his shaft, and I moved them away to take the last of his length down my gullet.

  He groaned loudly, throwing his head back and looking up into the night sky. I couldn’t tell if his eyes were shut, or if he was taking in the night sky panorama. It didn’t really matter. His cock was down my throat, and I was determined to make him come, to feel his hot white ejaculate explode into my mouth, into my stomach, to taste his essence, to swallow his seed.

  I fondled with his balls and took his entire length in and out of my mouth, first slowly, but quickly graduating to a speed that would get him off quickly. His breaths were shallow and rapid, and he was sucking in his stomach a little, as if channeling every physical motion in his body toward the ultimate goal of pleasure. It was as if his muscles had struck an accord and were working all for his mighty, throbbing manhood and its gargantuan, bulbous knob.

  I licked up and down the small strip of nerves that lay across the back of his bell, and he sighed and twitched each time I did so. I began to pump him in time with the forward thrusts of my face, wanking him smoothly each time I impaled my gullet on his rigid member. Each time I took his entire length, my face was buried in his hairless crotch, and I could smell his musk, fiercely personal, intensely arousing.

  “Mm,” I groaned onto him, and he looked down at me, mouth and lips slightly parted. He was nearly there.

  I kept up my pace, clamping my tongue against his glans, furiously rubbing the back of his tip with my tongue. I felt my own clit starting to throb, to ache, to call out for attention again. It had never done that so quickly after orgasm.

  I could scarcely get Jacob’s massive cock fully inside me. By the time I had wrapped my lips around the base of his shaft, his bulging bell was somewhere down the middle of my throat. It felt great, amazing even. It made me wet, it made me long for him. My cunt yearned to be filled up, to be stretched and sated by his length, by his girth, by his muscular power.

  I could hardly help it. I sent my free hand down in between my legs and began to massage my clit. It was already firm, rigid, a hardened stub, a bundle of nerves just crying out for sensory stimulation. My touch was welcome, and I moaned as I began to rub circles around my bud, feeling the tendrils of pleasure creep through my body and latch on to my nerves, ignite them, like strands of fire throughout my body. Still sensitive after orgasm, the pleasure was almost searing in its intensity, almost too much to take.

  “Fuck,” Jacob said. “Don’t slow down.”

  I obeyed, making sure to keep pace, my mind stretched to its limits of multitasking as I took him whole with consistency while rubbing my clitoris furiously. I began moaning onto his manhood, and I felt his body stiffen and his heels leave the ground. His calves tensed, the angular, diamond-shaped muscles threatening to tear through his skin.

  He reached out with his large, powerful hands and clamped my head against his turgid phallus. He began to thrust his hips, fucking my mouth while I impaled myself on him. I stopped pumping him, and opened my throat, swallowing the gag, and let him fuck me.

  His stomach muscles tightened and veins erupted over the bulges of his abdominals. His fucking was growing quicker, more rapid, and more powerful.

  He was thrusting his length all the way down my throat, slamming my nose against his pubic bone, his balls swinging forward to slap the underside of my chin. I could hardly breathe, and wanted to splutter each time he pulled out, but before I could he thrust back in.

  Each time he brought his cock out, a trailing strand or two of saliva dangled between us, from my lips to his tip, tethering us together, a physical symbol of our communion. He held my head still, so tightly I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t even open my eyes.

  I loved it.

  “Fuck,” he said in a hoarse whisper, the announcement of his imminence. His body jolted and he grunted and fired, groaning loudly, shoving his cock deep down my throat, releasing a surge of warmth inside me. He arched his back and cried out toward the speckled sky, and his cock twitched three more times as he expelled his warm, milky ejaculate into me.

  He held me close to him, my nose pressed up against his shaved skin, his balls touching my chin. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move. I was totally his.

  “Fuck,” he whispered one last time, before pulling his length out, strings of his ropy cum for a moment connecting us, cock to mouth, before snapping in two to leave an elastic strand dangling from my lips. I sent my tongue out to lick it up, savoring his taste.

  “You taste good,” I said, mimicking his earlier praise. Some of his seed on my chin dripped off, and fell onto my skirt.

  In that moment I felt connected to him, close to him. Despite the fact we were out in public, with god knows who watching us, or filming us on their smartphones. He was standing, I was sitting, his cock, after having grown slightly softer for just a few seconds, was now rock hard and rigid, pointing at me again. He was unashamed, unabashed. He had one thing on his mind, and that was to take me. Me. In the park, in public; it didn’t matter. I was all that mattered to him.

  I planted light kisses up and down the length of his shaft, smelling his semen on him. I licked up his length, and then brought my tongue running down under his balls, tasting what sweat had collected, smelling his manly, personal scent.

  It didn’t seem possible, but his shaft seemed to thicken, matching the throbs of his heart. It seemed to grow sturdier, even more erect than it had been previously.

  I couldn’t help myself. I brought him deep inside my mouth again and sucked him hard, letting him out with a smack that was instantly snatched by the cool hand of a sudden breeze.

  He twitched and shuddered, still sensitive from climax.

  I was still dripping wet and could feel my own juices leaking out of me. It was probably pooling on the wood of the bench, I thought in a brief moment of distraction. I looked down and the thought was confirmed. God, Jacob did things to me!

  I moved to the raised arm of the bench, and sat on it, hoisting up my skirt and spreading my legs, presenting my shaven slit to the night. Jacob moved around to the side of the bench, and for a moment we measured and fiddled with the height of my sitting until we had it just right. His cock was sticking straight up into the air, the pole onto which I would impale myself. On his face was painted lust, hunger, something carnal, almost violent.

  I lifted my skirt higher grabbed a hold of his shaft and positioning his tip at my entrance. I began to rub his tip through my folds, up and down, splaying them open, splitting them apart.

  Occasionally I tapped my engorged clitoris, and each time I did a spike of sensation was sent shooting through me. I looked at him and, for a moment, we shared a gaze that was something more. It was as if we communicated a thousand words in a single second. I slowly guided him into me, so that only his tip was in me. Already, I felt myself stretch at the width of his throbbing, gigantic helmet.

  God he was big! I pumped him slowly while guiding his tip in and out of me. He moved his hips obediently to my direction, but his face was wracked by emotions of writhing pleading, a juxtaposition of his want to plunge himself deep inside me, and his need to do what I wanted, lest he scare off the opportunity. I understood, but it was misguided. He couldn’t get rid of me now even if he tried.

  I looked into his eyes, my own surely smoky with longing. They conveyed to me, in an instant, the full measure of his yearning, and so I plunged him deep inside of me, and he took over from there, thrusting his hips powerfully while I cried and moaned loudly, my shrieks of pleasure drowning out his hoarse and ru
mbling groans.

  For the briefest of moments, the space between two heartbeats, I felt a stinging pain at being stretched so wide, but it quickly disappeared and merged into pleasure. I was completely filled by his impressive penis. I’d never been filled like this before. It was as if every bit of my vaginal canal was being stimulated by the veiny surfaces of his shaft.

  I sighed and whimpered and moaned and mewled, caring not who might be around to hear me. It all didn’t matter. Worries like that had evaporated. All I wanted was to for my step-brother to fuck me hard and long like he wanted, like I wanted.

  Slowly I began to gyrate my hips, moving slightly off the arm of the chair, using my feet to steady myself, meeting his thrusts oppositely so that he banged into me with more pressure, with more force. I clasped my arms around his neck, and he leaned forward, grunting and groaning as he fucked me, rapidly approaching a pace of wild abandon.

  Jacob began to slap my thighs as he fucked me, grunting into my ear. I could feel sweat beading on his back and his chest, and hungrily licked up his pecs, taking his nipples into my mouth momentarily to bite them.

  He yelped as his small beads were clamped between the blades of my teeth, and looked down at me and grinned, before running his finger down the line of my jaw, his eyes conveying something more than lust, something more emotional.

  He grabbed at my thighs, brushed against my hardened clit, groped my breasts and slapped my legs, all the while he fucked me, grunted and groaned. He was acting primal, animalistic, and urgent. He roughly groped my breasts again, squeezing them hard as he fucked me, his hands in constant need to devour my flesh.

  The feeling of his huge manhood entering and exiting me so quickly was so intense that I could barely moan anymore Instead, my mouth was locked open, and I was soundlessly announcing my pleasure. My eyes rolled back into my skill and I felt myself nearly overwhelmed with sensation. It was like taking too much of a drug. The quaking power of his cock filling me up was so potent, so overwhelming. Finally, sound managed to escape me, and it was as if the floodgates of a dam had been opened.