Flesh: Alpha Males and Taboo Tales

by Raminar Dixon

  He did, laving me with pleasure that made my toes curl. The strokes remained clumsy, but it did the trick. With that part of me being attended to earnestly, I fixed my gaze on his cock and wrapped my fingers around it.

  Then I descended upon it with my mouth, taking it all the way to the back of my throat in a single lunge. His cock tasted salty and bitter, so strong that it made my mouth go numb in a good way. And there was the way that his hips jumped up and tried to go deeper, nearly making me gag. I loved it. “Mmmmm…”

  Lewd sounds filled the room as we thoroughly tasted one another, basking in the forbidden flavor. My mind felt blank, lost in a haze. It was only when I felt him jump in my mouth that I pulled back in time to see the opening at the tip of his cock widen as he got ready to pop. I opened my mouth wide, ready to take it in.

  But his cock was so damn unruly, excited that it was finally able to release everything that had been built up for so long, that it jumped out of control as he came with a muffled moan from between my legs. My face was covered in white splashes that reeked of his manly essence and I became intoxicated in the scent as my fingers roamed all over to collect it. “Damn, it’s so hot…”

  Claude stopped licking me, the exhalation from his mouth washing against the flesh there. The release had exhausted him, leaving him in a post-climax state of laziness as his cock shrank back down. He had gotten off, but I hadn’t. There was no way I was going to let him stop now.

  “Don’t you dare stop now!” I warned him, a quick bounce getting the message across as my wet slit slapped his lips loudly. “Keep going!”

  I was so wet it wasn’t funny. Stopping now wouldn’t sate the craving that my pussy had, a dull ache deep inside that couldn’t be reached with his clumsy tongue or fingers and craved his cock. I licked every thick strand of cum I could gather off my finger, entranced by raw flavor and texture as it clung to the inside of my mouth and throat as I swallowed.

  He started licking again, sending a jolt up my spine. There was a twitch as his flaccid cock began to expand, but it was slow going. Claude had to get hard again and fast, or I was going to go insane.

  So I helped him along, running my tongue all over the flaccid shaft as my fingers massaged his balls, all while grinding my cunt against his tongue so he’d hurry and get it up quickly. He stood as hard as stone after a full minute of attention, which was a minute too long for my tastes. I wanted this inside of me now. But, as much as I wanted to feel him inside of me raw, it wasn’t a safe day.

  So it looked like that condom of his was finally going to get put to use.

  Claude’s POV

  The lewd taste of my sister’s pussy lined my mouth as she dismounted my face. It was sweet, yet tainted by the knowledge that it was taboo. I shouldn’t have enjoyed it as much as I did, my taste buds longing for that flavor so much that my heart almost jumped for joy when she told me to start licking again after I came. It left me shuddering at the knowledge that she was corrupting me and I wanted it.

  Lucille herself looked like she was in a feverish daze as she took off the oversized T-shirt and revealed her plump mounds, nipples hard and peaked. There was no stopping her, even if I had to will to, at this point. All I could do was watch as she tore open the condom I kept in my wallet with her teeth and rolled it down my cock, leaving it covered.

  “Now, let’s get to the really fun part,” she whispered while in the process of straddling me. She positioned herself so that the head of my cock was pressed against the entrance to her pussy, slightly rocking her hips so that it brushed against her clit. She gave quick jerk at the sensation and then took a deep breath…

  Then Lucille dropped her waist, taking me inside of her soft haven with ease since the sensual flesh lining the inside was already wet. The juices covering the latex as the head sank in deep made it smooth and she moaned. “Ohhhhh, there we goooo…”

  My body trembled in ecstasy. It was so warm, tight yet welcoming, that I could melt inside of her. There was intense pressure as the hard shaft parted her narrow walls, reaching the flesh beneath the thin condom and sending delight up my spine. Without any control on my end, my hips jumped up so that the tip could hit the entrance of her womb and the impact took my breath away.

  While softly laughing at the sight, Lucille slowly started moving her hips. The walls of the narrow chasm rubbed against my cock with each rise and fall, starting to slowly build up speed as she fell into a rhythm. She was really into it, body and mind. “Damn, you’ve got some really nice equipment here. It’s hitting all the right spots.”

  I wanted to tell her that wasn’t something you said while fucking your brother, adoptive or not. But I couldn’t say anything since it took everything I had to suppress the desire to fuck her like a wild animal until I exploded inside of her. It had been a really long time and my body wanted sex one way or another. All I could do was grit my teeth until, eventually, my willpower faded and my body betrayed me.

  Lucille shifted from a bouncing motion to a rocking motion, leaning forward so that she braced her arms beside my head and looked down into my eyes. Her arousal must have been peaking, as pressure from the walls fastening tighter wrapped me along the length of the hard shaft. Her body was trying to cling to my cock as it moved, instead making for a tighter fit as the head pierced through the narrow chasm with greater effort. “Hurry up and put your hips into it, I shouldn’t be doing all the work!”

  As if trying to drive me insane she went faster to get my hips to move. That effort gave birth to pleasure that reached all the way to the core, stirring the heat of an impending eruption and grinding my willpower to dust bit-by-bit with each movement. Just like I thought, my body betrayed me in the end. My hands came up and clutched the cheeks of her ass, bracing them so my waist could drive in deep and slam into her hard.

  Her smile grew, a look of victory fixed on her face at the reaction. Rather than gloat, however, she decided to focus on getting off. Lucille raised her hips, only to drop them back down as my cock rose to meet it, a loud slap from flesh-hitting-flesh echoing like a gunshot in the room.

  I stopped thinking after that and let my body do what it wanted to do. The springs of my mattress were loud as they squeaked at a steady rhythm, moving in sync with our moans as we writhed in the incestuous pleasure. It continued until there was a sudden numbness as cum bubbled up from the heated pool within my balls and began to burn inside of me. I swore, my throat tightening as the change happened.

  Part of me wanted to fight and pull out. But between the condom and the sweet pleasure of her pussy, I couldn’t stop myself and had to rely on the latex doing the job it was supposed to. My hands braced her ass so that she couldn’t move, pinning her on top of my cock as the thrusts became shallow and rapid.

  Lucille leaned up, her back going rigid as the rapid strokes hit her at the right spot. Whispers of “Faster” and “I’m so close” escaped from her mouth between her heated moans. Her body was getting ready for its own explosion and it went off in three…two…one…

  Right on cue she screamed in a lewd voice and her tight pussy began mercilessly squeezing, as if its thirst for my cum was all-consuming. Her arms came around and braced my neck, leaving her to use me as an anchor while she tremored fiercely. The overwhelming pressure of the walls pressing and molding against my cock was too much.

  A haggard rasp forced itself out of my mouth and flaring heat flowed up from the base of my cock to the tip, a fiery ecstasy passing through and out into the condom with a hiss. It felt like every single inch of my body was spilling out, the hot and sticky liquid seeping out into the latex.

  Even after I stopped shooting, Lucille’s body kept trying to milk me. It was trying to wring out every last drop of white surrender I had left like water from a rag, only the condom preventing it from spilling into her womb and impregnating her. That would be a nightmare to explain to Mom and Dad.

  Once her body finally did stop there was practically a soft glow over her. She took a moment to savor
what she had wrought, looking down on me in a manner that spoke of her superiority at knowing she got me off despite everything I said earlier. Lucille was going to hold this over my head for the rest of my life.

  In the end I was left gasping for air on my bed like a fish as Lucille pulled herself off of me and strutted away like it was nothing new, my wallet and pride as a man in her hands.

  Getting What She Deserves

  Lucille’s POV

  Over two weeks later I found myself sneaking back into Claude’s room in the middle of the night, hungry for another taste of the forbidden fruit that served as his cock. It would be risky as fuck since Mom and Dad were asleep in the room over. The walls were so thin that you could probably hear if a pin dropped on the hardwood floor, but the risk and reward only made it so much damn hotter.

  Claude was out like a light, his sheets barely covering his lower legs and leaving his boxer briefs and T-shirt exposed. The air in the room was still humid and, as I shut the door behind me and closed in on him, I noticed that he had a nice smell. He must have just came out of the shower and then conked out. He was a heavy sleeper, but I had no idea if doing this would wake him up or not.

  “Well, it’s not like sleep or awake would matter as long as he explodes where he’s supposed to…” I whispered to myself as I opened the fly of his underwear and pulled out his cock. Even with the fresh scent of soap coming from his body and his manhood flaccid in the palm of my hand, it still radiated a balmy heat and gave off a manly scent that made the desire in me swell further.

  I took a deep breath, inhaling his erotic musk, and the desire grew into an insatiable need to have him in my mouth, to taste the flavor raw and unhindered. Giving into the impulse to do just that, I licked it cleanly with the flat surface of my tongue and shuddered in delight. There we go, just what I’ve wanted since the last time.

  Claude’s breathing stilled for a moment as my taste buds salivated on contact with the succulent meat, only resuming after a harsh and dry moan left his mouth. He didn’t wake up, not that I would stop if he did. His body, however, responded to the brush and caused the soft and spongy shaft in my hand to harden slowly.

  The next thing I knew my body was on auto-pilot so my mind could bathe in the sensations as my tongue toyed with him. It got me hot under my shirt and panties, leaving me shifting my thighs against one another while licking him off. God, I wish I had done this ages ago. Eventually my mouth wrapped around the head and slowly took him inside my throat.

  Claude’s waist jumped from the sensation of being entrenched in my throat, causing the head to scrape against the back of my throat as pre-cum leaked out.

  My eyes watered at that instant. The almost stinging bitterness of it tainted my throat so that every breath I took or every swallow of spit left the taste lingering. It was a filthy thing that aroused me to a new height. Bracing his legs, I began to bob up and down to coax the thicker cum out next.

  Claude gasped in his sleep, his entire body being flooded with pleasure at the light stimulation. But his body refused to give up what I wanted so easily, forcing me to work faster. Soon after his hands drifted down to my head and tried to force it down so he could get deeper.

  Falling further in love with my brother’s fat cock, my pussy ached already to take it inside. Without the condom I could only image just how good it would feel, gliding against the walls that hungered for it. Then I felt the ramrod cock pulse as a sign of impending release and my heart raced in excitement. I pulled off his cock with a loud pop and slipped it between my tits, pressing them together as the hot and slick shaft sank into the soft flesh.

  With me no longer bracing his thighs and his hands on my head, my brother began to titty-fuck me in his sleep. The thrusts were slow, his legs spread out offering no support to put weight behind his efforts as I lay between his legs. But every impact of his groin against the bottom of my breasts sent tremors down my spine and made me shudder.

  My mind was melting. The slick shaft was running back and forth between the enclosed valley of my breasts, flooding them with warmth and bathing them in his scent. It was an intoxicating smell that grew more potent as his cock twitched violently. Knowing he was about to pop, I started moving my breast slowly to help it along.

  Claude groaned once more at the additional stimulation. It was enough to push him over the edge. His body, desiring nothing more that the hot ecstasy upon release, gave in. With a pitiful moan he came between my breasts, his body spasming as the first shot escaped and sprayed over the surface of the twin peaks.

  On reflex my mouth flew towards the head of his cock before the second spray. Then it was filled with the darkly bitter and sensual fluid, sticking as it sprayed along the roof and back of my throat. More than that, his hips bucked as another shot came out and continued painting the inside of my mouth white in the thick and warm proof of surrender. Wow, he must not have jerked off or anything since we did this half-a-month ago.

  I couldn’t get enough of it, even after he finally stopped coming. Tightening my lips around the head, I desperately sucked and licked at the opening while my breasts crushed his cock in an attempt to keep him hard so I could put it in my pussy next. It was then I heard Claude waking up and looked up so our eyes met.

  Claude’s POV

  I awoke after a honey-like explosion tore through my body, the unmistakable sensation of an orgasm leaving me in a dreamlike haze of bliss. My body felt light and the lingering pleasure in my lower body drew my attention. Fixing my gaze downwards, I found Lucille looking up at me with her breasts wrapped around my cock while her lips were wrapped around the tip.

  I asked the only reasonable question that came to mind. “What the hell are you doing?”

  She rolled her eyes before giving a stare that basically said, “What do you think, dumbass?” and continued to do what she had been doing. It excited her, enough that she reached down and slipped her hand into her panties to gingerly finger herself. “Mmmm~”

  I was bombarded with pleasure, my breath staggering out as I exhaled. Even with her lips closed, her tongue-work could be felt clearly, flickering all over the head and licking at the opening. It was enough to make my waist buck and forced an embarrassing mewl out of me. “St-stop…ah…”

  The words fell on deaf ears as she kept trying to juggle playing with herself and sucking at my sensitive cock, making her strokes sloppy and only further tormenting me. Since she wouldn’t listen to reason, intoxicated on her slutty desires, I fought against my body’s ruinous lust for her to continue and pushed her face away with my hands. Lucille struggled, but she was eventually forced off with an audible and wet pop.

  It infuriated her. Brushing my hands away in anger with her moist and dirty fingers that had been pleasure her moments ago, she cried, “Hey! I was still using that!”

  “Are you fucking insane?” I snarled. Well, more like hissed since I was being cautious while pointing to the wall. “What the hell were you thinking when our parents are right in the next room!”

  “I was thinking that I would finish where we left off two-weeks ago,” Lucille said before her gaze fell on my cock, now erect after her teasing. “It’s not like you’re doing anyone else, so what are you complaining about?”

  I pointed out promptly. “How about the fact that you didn’t even ask if it’s what I wanted? Did you ever think maybe I didn’t bring up what happened two-weeks ago because I was trying to forget about it?”

  “Not really, nor do I honestly care,” she stated bluntly. A sadistically amorous grin formed on her moist lips, traces of white on the corners. “Either we do it again and both get off, or I tell Mom and Dad that you forced me into it.”

  My eyes narrowed at the gall of that blatant lie. “You wouldn’t.”

  Her grin widened into one that was smug as hell as she pushed me down on the bed and mounted me. “Oh, I would. And you know full well that they’d believe it too. So shut up, take it like a man, and be grateful.”

  And just like
that she made up her mind and decided my opinion didn’t matter. If she wanted something, she took it and got away with it. “Why do you always have to get your way, you spoiled little brat!”

  “I never said I wasn’t spoiled, but it’s worked out for me this long. Why change things now?” she stated cheerfully as she led me into her. Then, having decided she had enough talking, Lucille completely ignored my complaints and dropped her waist down.

  My back went rigid and a weak gasp slipped out between my clenched teeth as an electrifying sensation overwhelmed me, radiating from my spine through the rest of my body. The way her wet walls welcomed my cock as it sank deeper inside assaulted me and the bliss of the raw contact between us without a condom was enough to make me nearly go insane. “Ahhh…”

  “Not complaining now are you?” Lucille asked in a mocking tone. Pushing up, her tight hole squeezed down as she tried to pull away. Lucille then dropped back down, slowly exhaling as the folds caressed me on the way back inside. “I really should have done this some time ago. You’re basically a really good sex-toy.”

  “Get off!” I warned her. The blood rushing through me pulsed like a war drum, each beat stirring up my anger and lust as the countless folds of her cunt rubbed and massaged my cock. I swallowed to maintain my sanity. “Last warning!”

  “Or what?” she asked as she started grinding her waist against mine violently, trying to get me to break and cry out. She rode me so hard and mercilessly that it left my cock slamming inside her soft and warm haven. “Face it, you’re a pushover. Otherwise you would have ratted me out a long time ago.”

  To this point I had always tried to be a good person, a good adoptive son, and a good older brother-figure. I honestly did. But in the end all it did was get me treated like my opinions didn’t matter and my words and feelings were pointless.