Taboo Love The Complete Series

by Anita Lawless

  “I’ll manage.”

  I watched him as I ran my index finger up the length of my damp labia. He snatched glances as I parted my cunt lips and added a second finger. I stroked the pink, inner flesh, lubricating the fleshy pads of each digit. Shamus’ attention glued to me as I traced a slow trail to my clit. I ground my fingers into the aching nub, rubbing hard.

  The car swerved.

  “Don’t forget the road!” I gasped.

  He cleared his throat. “You concentrate on your job, I’ll concentrate on mine.”

  “Doesn’t look like you are.”

  He turned a corner that led to a looming bridge. We were heading into an older part of the city. Not exactly a dangerous area. Just a forgotten zone. My curiosity rose.

  But I focused on the task at hand. Warm, wonderful tingling spread out from my cunt the faster, harder, I rubbed. I spread my legs wide and tilted my ass up to get better access. Then I slipped three fingers into my dripping hole. With the other hand, I went back to stroking my clitoris.

  The bridge was old and bumpy. The small jolts, when we went over a pot hole, added to the pleasing stimuli I took in.

  My fingers moved faster, inside my cunt and out. Soon pussy juice trickled down my hand. I moaned as the climax crept nearer. Shamus stole a glance before he steered the car down a narrow alley.

  My vagina tightened around my thrusting fingers. I arched my back, rubbing the top of my head against the headrest. The speed of my fingers grew frantic.

  The car stopped and I gasped. “Are we there?”

  “Only about a block.” His voice sounded ragged. “But I had to pull over. I love to watch you come. You’re so intense.”

  I felt a languid smile curl my lips. In moments I bucked in the passenger seat, crying out as my entire body writhed with orgasm. My pussy constricted, as the climax raged through it like a wildfire. It warmed my every cell with satisfaction.

  “I’m so tempted to fuck you right here,” he whispered in my ear, when he leaned over to stroke fingers up my drenched inner labia. “But we have a date with some horny boys. We wouldn’t want to be late.”

  After putting the car into gear, he slammed the pedal to the floor. I laughed loudly in happy abandon.

  We stopped outside a small, white house with a closed-in porch bathed in a welcoming, yellow glow. It looked more like the home of a retired couple. Not a sex house. Clean, bright, and tranquil. A grinning Shamus took my hand and led me up the steps.

  A towering man with long, straight black hair and tanned skin answered the door. His dark eyes shone, and he smiled seductively when our eyes met. He had high, sculpted cheekbones. A thin nose that broadened at the nostrils then narrowed at the tip. Features that showed his Native American heritage.

  “The others are preparing,” he said, keeping his attention on me. “Come in.”

  Without a word, he and Shamus led me through the living room. Modern, clean design done in white and hunter green. Cushy leather chairs and a couch, but no television. A marble fireplace dominated one wall.

  Our host motioned to a narrow hall then left us, disappearing down an oak staircase. It seemed the house was deceptive. It was larger than it appeared from outside. A spacious rancher that extended into a wide, flat backyard I glimpsed through a picture window.

  Shamus opened an oak panel door and motioned me into a bedroom.

  “Now,” he said, leading me to a king size bed covered with a hunter green quilt and white pillows. “Let’s ask the million dollar question: Still trust me?”

  I felt my brow crinkle in puzzlement. “Of course I do. Sure, we had a disagreement, or whatever—”

  “Then will you submit completely tonight?” Big, warm arms enveloped me. His hot breath tickled my neck.

  My mouth went dry. I swallowed to get my saliva glands working. My stomach tightened with anticipation. “Submit? What, like do everything you say?”

  When I turned in his embrace, I found a rainbow of scarves draped around his neck. “More like let me tie you up again, then let four men have their way with you.”

  “Four?” I gulped and my eyes widened.

  Nodding, he gave a crooked smirk. “Sound appealing, or no?”

  A feline smile curled my lips. I stretched out on the quilt, stretched my arms above my head. “Do what you will with me.”

  Shamus chuckled at this and joined me atop the cushy mattress. He stroked his big hands up my arms. Then he twined a scarf around my wrist and a carved bed railing. After he added two more scarves to my left hand, he went to work fastening my right. When he finished, he trailed his touch down my body, squeezing my tits, teasing my nipples. He dipped his head and flicked his tongue in my belly button. Briefly he played with my aching clit and wet cunt lips.

  He stood and flashed a lusty grin. “I’ll be right back…with some friends.” Then he winked and left.

  My heart thudded in my ears, and I tried to breathe regularly as I waited. My whole body tingled with anticipation. My pussy throbbed. My nipples were hard and aching.

  Holding a candle, Shamus slipped back into the room. He doused the light, and near dark cascaded over me. My heart beat faster. My tingling skin felt aflame.

  Soon, three other men slipped into the room, also carrying candles. I noticed all were naked. Their well-muscled bodies glimmered in the soft light.

  Shamus drew near. He sat on the side of the bed, placing his candle on the nightstand. “Don’t speak.” He kissed me ravenously before he continued. “Unless you’re telling us how to pleasure you. That’s the rule.”

  “Okay,” I whispered, though my voice cracked. My nerves were electric, muscles taut. I yearned for their touch, but still found the prospect of four men fucking me a bit intimidating. However, the thrill of this adventure washed away my doubts.

  The remaining three placed their candles about the room. Then the man who’d led us here sat on my other side, while the other two drew close. Now I could make out their features better. One had short, auburn hair, and a loose curl fell over his forehead. His green eyes sparkled, reflecting the thin, yellow flame. The fourth male was a short, stocky blond with stubble and a crooked grin. His grey-blue eyes roamed over my body as he joined us on the mattress.

  When Shamus flicked his tongue over my nipple, the instinct to touch him kicked in. I strained against the scarves, frustrated I couldn’t reach, but exhilarated by the denial, my vulnerability.

  Our three guests joined in. My body absorbed a flood of sensation. Hands kneaded my round, heavy tits. Fingers pinched nipples. Callused palms stroked rough trails over my stomach, up my inner thighs, then parted my legs.

  Tongues lapped at my sensitive flesh. Some teased my nipples, keeping them painfully hard. Another licked a tortuous trail around my clitoris, but refused to taste the aching nub and give me some release.

  Teeth grazed my skin as my lovers gently nibbled. I writhed and moaned amidst this sweat dampened quartet. My wet pussy pulsed with want.

  Shamus licked and bit a path up my neck, across my jaw, then claimed my lips in a passionate kiss. He sucked on my tongue, while the lover between my legs sucked on my clit. The swollen flesh drank this pleasure in greedily. I bucked my hips, groaning satisfaction into my step brother’s mouth.

  The other two gave my tits and torso a slow, seductive massage. As they did so, the man between my legs applied lube to my asshole then slid a finger in. Two more fingers sank into my dripping pussy. He ground his tongue into my clitoris, and the explosion of bliss made me tremble. I cried out for more, as Shamus tore his lips away.

  “I’m gonna untie you,” he whispered. “Be easier for two of us to fuck you that way.”

  “Only two?” I said, then nipped at his earlobe when he bent over me to loosen the scarves.

  He flashed his sexy grin. “Naughty girl.”

  I looped an arm around his neck when I was free. “I want you to fuck my face, while they fuck me.”

  His eyes widened. “Well…very naughty girl.
”

  Shamus straddled my face, and I coiled a hand around the base of his shaft. I squeezed then tugged his cock to my mouth. My warm lips closed around the meaty glans, which I teased with my tongue as I sucked.

  Between my legs, the blond fucked me harder, quicker, with his fingers. The liquid he’d smeared over my asshole must’ve been a sensation lubricant, because my asshole tingled with heightened ecstasy. His mouth and tongue also worked harder to drive me mad, and I soon quivered all over as a clitoral orgasm rocketed through me.

  I moaned loudly around the penis crammed into my mouth. Shamus seemed to enjoy this, for he answered with a long groan. His hips moved faster. His prick drove deeper. I wrapped my hands around his muscular ass, digging my fingers in, guiding his rhythm.

  “Hold on,” he murmured, pulling his spit-slippery cock from my lips. “Let’s get a man beneath you. What would you like, sweetheart? One up your ass and one up your cunt? Or two up your cunt?” He pinned me with a stare that oozed molten lust.

  I returned his gaze, giving him a lazy smile. “Why not one up the ass, two in my pussy?”

  Shamus threw his head back and laughed. “Ahhh, Mary…you’ve become such a sex fiend. Not that I’m complaining.”

  Who corrupted me? I thought, but said nothing as my lovers repositioned themselves.

  The tall, sinewy Native American slid beneath me. He peppered my neck and ear with passionate kisses. The blond guided my legs up, and I held them wide open, placing my hands behind both knees. He teased my soaking vagina with his thick cock, sliding the head up and down my parted lips. At the top, he’d grind the glans into my clit. My cunt ached for penetration. I rocked my hips toward his penis.

  He chuckled and pulled away. Then Shamus joined him. My step brother watched as the blond seized my hips and planted his cock in me to the root. His balls brushed over my ass when I lifted to guide him deep inside.

  My auburn-haired lover appeared, smearing more sensation lube over my asshole. His fingers trailed higher, slathering some on my labia and clit. While watching me, smiling, he also rubbed it over the blond’s balls and thrusting cock. The blond sighed and smiled.

  Beneath me, the raven-haired male positioned his cock and slipped slowly inside. Just a bit at first. I found him easier to take up the ass than Shamus. His cock was long, but thinner. Once I fully relaxed my anus, he glided in easily. Stimuli bombarded my every cell as the sensation lubricant kicked into high gear. My mind floated on a cloud of bliss, and I lost all coherent thought. I soaked in slippery friction and delicious pressure. I absorbed slick, probing hands.

  Shamus urged my legs farther apart then carefully nudged his penis into my pussy. I relaxed my cunt walls, letting him sink deeper. The feeling of two cocks inside of me was exquisite. My vagina felt stretched to its limit. Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back as I concentrated on ecstasy. They moved slow inside me at first, matching the tempo of the man who thrust into my tight, pink asshole.

  The redhead knelt beside me. One hand stroked its way to my clit, where he ground fingers into the extra-sensitive nub. The other wrapped around my tit and kneaded, while he watched my reaction to this assault of pleasure. A wide grin spread over his face.

  “Let me suck your cock,” I whispered to him.

  He soon straddled my face, and his cock tasted wonderful between my lips. While he thrust in and out my mouth, my raven-haired lover slid hands from my waist to my breasts. He mauled the bouncing mounds. His thrusts in and out my ass grew faster, urgent.

  One of the men pounding away at my pussy now rubbed my clitoris with slippery fingers. The sensation lubricant had amped the bliss up to an almost painful point. I hovered on that threshold between sumptuous stimuli and sensory overload. It would take short time to make me come again.

  In response to this pleasure bombardment, I moaned uncontrollably around the redhead’s penis. He threw his head back and let out a growl-groan of enjoyment. I took his cock from my mouth long enough to cry out, “Pleeeassse…fuck me harder, faster.”

  The pounding grew fiercely intense. My g-spot spasmed as two pricks rammed it. Soon, the pressure burst, and I had to take the redhead’s cock from my mouth. I had a tendency to clamp down when in the height of climax. Instead, I worked him with skilled fingers, telling this lover to, “Come all over my face,” when he was ready.

  The pressure building in my clit and g-spot burst. I thrashed between my lovers, running my hand up the supple ass and back of the one I satisfied with my fingers. I screamed, telling them all to “Give me your cum. Everywhere.”

  Hot, salty spunk jetted across my tits, trickled down my nipples. It pooled on my belly and dribbled into my belly button. I closed my eyes as it squirted onto my lips, my cheeks. Some even hit my forehead and hair.

  I wiped up a white, creamy puddle and sucked it off my fingers. Wearing lecherous grins, the four descended on me, lapping their semen from my skin as if they were starving cats.

  ***

  Our host, the gorgeous Native America, led Shamus and I to a spacious bathroom, after the excitement ended. Though exhausted, I found myself submitting once more to my step brother’s seduction. We soaped each others’ skin, washed each others’ hair, then knocked out a quickie before we headed for my place.

  It was 7 am by the time we got to my apartment. I had to be at work in two hours, so I hurried to call in sick. Using my cell phone was out, since the library had call display, and Mrs. Harker monitored it religiously. She’d be suspicious if I phoned in from anywhere other than home.

  After hanging up, I crawled beneath the quilt and cuddled up against Shamus’ big body. He wrapped an arm about me, and I fell into a deep slumber.

  Only three hours later, he woke me. Foggy-headed, I swam up from sleep to find his head between my legs. He lapped eagerly at my clit.

  “Geez,” I grumbled, “don’t you ever get tired?”

  He looked up. “Want me to stop?”

  “I didn’t say that.”

  That was all the encouragement he needed. His tongue poked in and out my soaking hole. Then he took a long lick from opening to clit. He tortured the swelling nub with mouth and fingers for a while, then murmured, “Get up on your knees. Let me fuck you doggie style.”

  I wasted little time complying. Even though I was still tired, and tender down below, my pussy twinged and trickled juices.

  His hands coiled around my ass and yanked me close. His cock glided across my ass cheek as he positioned my hips. I felt hot pre-cum spurt onto my skin. He spread my legs wider with one of his, then his slippery cock head nudged its way into my aching pussy.

  His thrusts were slow, deep, long, at first. My cunt walls were still sensitive from having two men inside at once. As was my g-spot. Soon, I slammed my ass backward into his dick. His balls loudly slapped my ass, once he upped his rhythm to match mine.

  He bent over, bracing himself with one fist pressed into the mattress. His other hand slipped down my sweat-slick torso, zoning in on my clitoris. Fingers rubbed the pulsing nub hard, while he kissed and nibbled along my spine.

  My face pressed into the quilt as his thrusts grew frantic. I let myself completely go once more, lost in the welcome pressure building in my vagina. That feeling that I had to pee really bad grew intense. I reached climax just as the bedroom door swung open.

  “Mary Rose and Shamus Patrick.” My step father’s voice doused my release with unwelcome shock. “What in god’s name do you think you’re doing?”

  Shamus jumped from the bed. I scrambled to gather the covers around myself.

  My mother peeked around her husband’s broad shoulder. “Oh dear… Patrick, let them get decent. Come on.” She led him from the threshold and closed the door.

  I looked at my step brother. He looked at me. We shared a nervous giggle, but tried to keep it quiet. Quickly, we put on some clothes.

  “How loud do you think he’ll yell?” I brushed my hair and tied it in a ponytail.

  Shamus grinned. “With
Rachel here? It probably won’t be too bad. She always keeps Dad in line.”

  When we entered the living room, Patrick stopped his pacing and wagged a finger at us. “Okay, you two. Explain.”

  Mom gave him a disapproving glance, but she held her tongue, for now.

  “Look, Dad, it’s nothing for you to worry about.” Shamus stepped in front of me. “Mary and I are just having a little fun. Besides, we’re adults now, and we don’t have to ask you who we sleep with.”

  “Disrespectful brat.” Patrick drew closer, so they were nose to nose. “Just a little fun? You’re screwing your step sister.”

  Mom got up from the couch and yanked my step father’s shoulder. “Oh, hackles down, Patrick. Your son is right. They aren’t kids anymore, and we should trust them. Let them live their lives. After all, you and I met in secret before you divorced Ruby.”

  Patrick shot her a scandalized glare. “Rachel! That was our secret.”

  She gave an impish smirk. “Not any longer.”

  He calmed down, backed away from his son. “Fine, fine. Do what you want.” His arms went up in the air. “I don’t get young people these days.”

  “What’re you doing here anyway?” I asked Mom. “Not that I ever mind a visit…under normal circumstances.” I looked at her, at Shamus. We shared a bashful grin.

  “We came to paint. I thought you were at work.” She winked and gently patted my face.” We’ll come back later.”

  After they left, I let out a relieved laugh. “That went better than expected. Think we’ve heard the last of it?”

  “From my father?” He looped an arm about my waist. “I doubt it.” Then he chuckled. “He’ll nag us until you leave for Europe.”

  “Then he’ll heap it all on you after I go.” I gave him a sympathetic look.

  He shrugged, gave a smile that seemed a bit sad. “I’ll be okay. No worries.” His face brightened, reclaiming its cheeky smirk. “Besides, who knows? I just might show up in some pub in England one night, when you least expect it.”

  I giggled as he pulled me closer. “I’ll look forward to it.” Then he kissed my words away.