Too Taboo! A Forbidden Fun Taboo Bundle

by Saffron Daughter

  My response was to grab his head and pull it down so that our lips met. His tongue probed against my lips, and I opened them. As the kiss deepened, his hand closed over the full round globe of one of my breasts and squeezed. His thumb brushed over my nipple, and I moaned into his mouth. He broke the kiss and looked at me, while continuing to rub my nipple with his thumb. “Have you ever had an orgasm?”

  “Yes, but only by my own hand.”

  His eyes darkened with heat. I could only guess that he was imagining me playing with myself. “Let’s see what I can to change that.”

  He sat up beside me and grabbed the ties on the sides of my bikini bottom and jerked them undone. Gently pushing my thighs open, he grasped the skimpy material at my crotch and yanked it out from under me so that I lay completely naked on the bed. He sucked in his breath at the sight of my smooth pussy.

  “You shave.”

  I nodded. “Do you like it?”

  “Oh, yes.”

  He ran his fingers over my smooth mound, and I trembled at his touch. He climbed on top of me, and for a moment, I felt a sense of panic at the thought that I had been wrong about him and he was just going to stick it in with no preparation. However, he simply pressed his hardness against my outer lips and bent down to take a nipple into his mouth.

  My pussy throbbed in response as his tongue lashed over the erect nipple and then he sucked it hard. I marveled at the sight of his dark body pressed against my pale skin. I watched him as his mouth worked at my nipple and little shocks of pleasure ran a straight line down to my pussy. He continued for a few moments, licking and sucking my nipple before leaving it behind to ache pleasurably as he switched to the other one.

  As he sucked that nipple into his mouth, he reached between us and cupped my mound with his hand. “You’re already so wet,” he groaned when he slipped his fingers between my outer folds. I gasped when one digit entered me. I’d let other boys play with me before, but only through my panties. This was the first time I’d ever felt a man’s finger inside me. I spread my legs wider wanting to draw his finger deeper inside me. Instead he withdrew it and ran it up my slit to find the swollen nub peeking out from beneath its hood.

  I moaned at the throbbing sensation sparked by his finger rubbing my clit. “I have to taste you.” He slid down my body until he rested between my legs. When he ran his tongue up my slit, I shivered. He pulled my lips apart with his hands and dove in, his tongue seeking my clit. When he found it, I cried out at the quick shock of pleasure. It felt so good!

  He attacked my clit, sucking and nibbling it. My fingers scrabbled at the bedcovers as I raised my hips to grind against his mouth. He continued to worship my clit with his tongue and the pleasure spiked higher when his pushed a finger inside me. He moved it in and out of me, and I rocked against him. When he added more fingers, I moaned loudly. He glided them in and out, pressing all around my opening, stretching it with his fingers.

  My head tossed from side to side on the pillow. I knew I couldn’t take much more. “I’m going to come,” I warned, but he didn’t stop. Instead, he redoubled his efforts, flicking his tongue over my clit before sucking it into his mouth and thrusting his fingers as deep inside me as they would go.

  My back arched and my vision went dark. All I saw where stars on the insides of my eyelids as they clenched closed, and I screamed. My body bucked on the bed as the biggest orgasm I had ever experienced rushed through my body. I’d never felt anything like it.

  Ron didn’t let up. He kept licking and sucking on my clit as it pulsed in his mouth. My pussy spasmed around his fingers, but he kept fucking me with them. I rode the wave of my orgasm as it crested and then fell. Ron didn’t stop until my breathing once again grew labored, signaling another impending orgasm.

  He moved up on top of me and rubbed the tip of his cock against my slippery lips. His eyes looked into mine, questioning, and I nodded. “Shit,” he said. “I forgot to grab a condom.” He started to climb off me, but I stopped him.

  “Please,” I said. “I want you inside me. Now.”

  “But we don’t have any protection.”

  “I don’t care. Please, Daddy, I need you inside me.”

  I rarely ever called him Daddy, but the use of the word must’ve struck a chord inside him because it spurred him into action. He smashed his lips against mine and I opened them to his questing tongue. I held his head in my hands as the kiss deepened. He picked that moment to take my virginity with one deep thrust. I groaned into his mouth as he speared me. He had kept his promise of making it as painless as possible. All of the stretching had done its job, and I only felt a slight sting as his cock tore through my maidenhood.

  He pulled his head away from mine and looked down at me as he fucked me. “Is this what you wanted?”

  “Oh, yes, Daddy!”

  Again the use of the name seemed to ignite a fire inside him. “Do you want to have Daddy’s baby? Is that why you didn’t want me to use a condom?”

  My mind actually hadn’t gone that far into the plan of seducing my step-father but the idea of carrying his baby in my belly while flaunting it in front of my unknowing mother made me cream between my legs.

  “Yes, Daddy!”

  He groaned and sped up, slamming his cock inside me with ferocious force. I looked down between us to watch his big, black cock pound into my little, pink pussy. The sight of his dick thrusting in and out of me sent me over the edge.

  “I’m coming, Daddy!”

  I bucked against him, driving his cock deep inside me as release claimed me. Hot spasms of pleasure rushed through me. I dug my nails into his back as he fucked me hard and fast. Wrapping my legs around him, I clung to him as he pounded my cunt. The waves of the orgasm seemed to be never-ending as he bent down to take a fat nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, drawing it between his lips. I cried out, not knowing how much more I could take as he fucked me with an animalistic fervor.

  “Oh, Daddy!” I cried. “Come inside me!”

  He grunted and slammed his cock deep inside me. I felt warmth spread through my pussy as he held himself inside me and his cock pumped his seed deep into my womb. As the last of his cum spurted from the tip of his cock, he collapsed on top of me. I held him in my arms while we recovered from the arduous fucking.

  He rolled off me and propped himself on one elbow to look down at me. “Do you really want to have my baby?”

  “Yes, Daddy.” I answered. I could just imagine how crazy it would drive my mother to have that niggling worry in the back of her head that I was carrying her husband’s child. Besides that, I really did love my step-father and couldn’t think of a better man to have as a father to my child.

  He grinned down at me. “You keep calling me that, and it may happen sooner than you think.”

  “Oh, Daddy,” I say as I bat my eyelashes at him. “How about we try again right now?”

  He groaned as my hand wrapped around his soft cock. “You’re going to kill me if we keep going at this rate.”

  “Maybe,” I tease. “But what a way to go!”

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  Cousin’s Creampie in the Barn By Saffron Daughter

  * * *

  I needed to get out!

  The city had been getting to me for a while. The crowded trains, walking shoulder-to-shoulder with strangers on the street, the never-give-way attitude… it had all grown too much. I really needed to get out. I can’t really say why it had been getting to me so much. Perhaps I felt as if I was being overworked. The truth is, I probably was. Add to that that I hadn’t met a man in months that I liked, and to my left and right my girlfriends were busy getting engaged, or at the very least having great sex.

  Neither was happening to me. It had all culminated on a single morning. It was raining thunderously, and the prospect of driving to work in the downpour was entirely unappealing. Knowing how others drove in the city (angry and aggressive), and especially when it was raining, it was just something too daunting for me to undertake. So I ha
d called in sick and that was when my mind started whirring, started suggesting that perhaps I needed to escape for a while. Take a vacation, my mind would say. You need it!

  And I did need it. It had been too long, and it was only after slowing down for a day, taking it easy, that I really became cognizant of that. In the office it was go, go, go! On the weekends it was live life amazing! I just never really had time to slow down, and for nearly three years as well.

  Well, enough was enough! That morning I had called my Aunt Joe and Uncle Robert and asked if I could stay at their ranch for a while. They were visiting relatives elsewhere, and I told them that I needed it, and of course they were happy to oblige. What is family for, right?

  At first it was a bit worrying. Despite my resolve to get away, to liberate myself, if only for a moment, from the confines of close, urban living, something about the utter emptiness and nothing-to-do-ness of the countryside scared me. There would be horses, nature, perhaps a butterfly or two and that was it. I wasn’t particularly fond of horses, nature presented mosquitos and poisonous insects, and the powder of a butterfly’s wings made me sneeze and snort.

  But I soldiered on, against all my city training.

  But when I got there, when I saw the large house standing in a field, a mare and stallion the only occupants of the wide, open space, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. It was so liberating! I was the only human for miles and miles! Well, that is except for Matthew, my cousin, who would still be working on the ranch. I didn’t remember him all that well – the last time we had seen each other had been when we were just young children – but I didn’t mind the idea so much. One person was better than the crowds, office politics, and all that stuff. I was quite happy to only have to talk to one person.

  Besides, I had thought to myself. Who knows, he might have turned out to be really cute.

  The first day there was idyllic. The sun was setting, casting its warming rays onto me, and gradually cut into twilight, where the bleating of the cattle and baaing of the sheep were near-mesmerizing. I lay on the grass, listening to those sounds, completely unaware as hours passed me by. Pretty soon it was half past nine in the evening, and the sounds died down to give way to the electric background noise of the night. Insects buzzing, the cries of birds abound, and the faint rustle of the air through the grass, as if nature herself was breathing slowly. It lulled me to sleep. I let my eyes close right there on the grass, and fell into a sleep that was not interrupted until first light, until the sun rose above the horizon to illuminate the unchanged world around me.

  That was when I realized why some people liked the country so much. Nothing changed. Sure, there was the natural cycle of things. Seasons brought with them different flora and fauna. The rise of one marked the fall of another. It was as if all change was birthed, organic in entirety, the natural progression from one state to another. It was nothing like the city. Without notice your subway station might be renovated, or a new building might spring up next to yours. The sounds of cars and construction perpetually filled the air. Things were less certain, less predictable. A car crash might cause a traffic jam, chaos theory in motion, utterly visible, utterly affecting. Whereas out here, it just didn’t change. When it rained, the grass would smell the same afterward. When the wind blew, the sounds of branches creaking would always puncture the still air. There was a certainty, a known quantity, or maybe a consistency to being in the countryside. That isn’t to say that weather wasn’t sometimes erratic, or that a tree’s roots might be dying out of sight so that one day it might come crashing through the kitchen window… but at least the disruptions were less frequent.

  I decided, after breakfast, that I was going to try riding one of the horses again. The last time I’d done it, when I was a wee girl, I had fallen off and sprained both my wrists. This time was no less unsuccessful. I could barely hoist my leg over the majestic creature, and after a few minutes of trying, I grew cross and gave up.

  “Screw it,” I said to myself, patting the mare on her head. “It’s not your fault, dear. I just can’t get up on your back.” The mare whinnied and turned, her attention caught by something else. “You tell ‘em girl. Why don’t I go hiking instead, eh? What do you think?” A grunt followed, and I took that to mean an affirmative.

  I felt a bit foolish talking to the animal, but people talked to horses all the time. Like dogs, it just seemed a natural way to communicate with them. There was something about the glint in a horse’s eye as well, as if it was cradling some intelligence that we couldn’t fathom.

  I turned to scan the horizon with my eyes, wondering where I should walk. I needed some kind of guide, some kind of landmark, or I was bound to get lost. I saw a sort of shed or barn in the distance. I couldn’t really make it out, but it was a firm marker and would help me walk in a straight line. Why not? If someone was there, I could say hello. That was when I remembered that Matthew was supposed to be around. I put my hands on my hips and looked around again, but didn’t see him anywhere.

  “Day off, I suppose,” I said to myself. Being alone was great, I thought, because talking to yourself was perfectly okay. Everybody did it, but if you did it in front of somebody else, you were nutso.

  In a summer skirt and tank top – casual, and away from the eyes of others – I set off along a narrow trail that led to the barn. I came across a small stream and the water which ran through it was crystal clear. It was cool, a little too cool to bathe in comfortably, but I had fun wading about knee-deep, feeling the mossy rocks beneath the soles of my feet.

  Eventually I arrived at the small structure. It was definitely a barn. There was a wide opening and inside I could see bales of hay stacked floor to ceiling. I also heard the sounds of movement. Somebody was inside. I walked into the barn, and there was a shirtless man, glistening with sweat, moving bales of hay from one side of the barn to the other. He was in the midst of carrying a bale, and the muscles on his forearms, upper arms and shoulders had sprung to life, the fibers rippling beneath his skin, his veins popping out like they were trying to burst. His back was to me, and I saw the butterfly-shaped muscle in the center of his back, breathtakingly prominent. His waist was narrow, merging gracefully with his hips until they disappeared beneath his jeans.

  It only took a moment for the smell of his exertion to reach my nostrils. My first instinct would usually be to recoil, to retreat from the sweat-soaked odor. But I didn’t this time. There was something overwhelming about it, about its intensity. It was the combination of his scent, of his musk, paired with the country-hunk aura that the man exuded, that left me speechless, jaw hung stupidly ajar.

  It must have been minutes before he realized I was there. I didn’t say a thing. I just watched him move bales of hay from the left side of the barn to the right, stacking them high. I was entranced by the flexing and relaxing of his muscles, how his body seemed to grow rigid all at once before relaxing into something softer. With each lift his torso grew hard, his arms expanded, his back widened. Each time he set down a bale, his body returned to a relaxed state. His skin was thin, stretched taut over his large body, and all I could do was gawk until he turned and noticed me.

  “Oh, hello,” he said, his words a little accented. His face exploded into a wide smile, something boyish and innocent, something pure-looking. It was as if his face embodied a kind of naturalness about it, something fresh that you rarely saw in the city slickers. “Anna, is it?”

  “Y-yes,” I stammered, collecting myself. “That’s right. You’re Matthew?”

  “Guilty. Call me Matt if you like.”

  “Matt,” I said, giving it a go. It suited him. He looked like a Matt.

  “So, I guess it’s good to see you again. I actually don’t remember the last time we met.”

  “No, you were probably too young,” I said, smiling at him. He was really quite handsome.

  “Yeah, well, uh, I’m in the middle of something at the moment. But feel free to walk around or whatever. The house is unlocked –
do you know that already? – anyway, you can just do whatever you like.”

  “Okay,” I said, unable to take my eyes off him.

  “Yeah, okay,” he replied, grinning. “Is there anything else?”

  “Uh, no,” I chirped, breaking eye contact, realizing with embarrassment that I was staring. “Just, I didn’t know this barn belonged to you guys.”

  “Oh, yeah, everything you can see from here we pretty much own.”

  “I don’t remember it.”

  “No, you wouldn’t,” Matt said, looking around the barn. “Dad and I built it about seven years ago.”

  “Oh, wow. By yourselves?”

  “Well, we had a bit of help. You know, friend or two.”

  “Right,” I murmured, nodding.

  “Anything else?”

  “No, sorry!” I stammered, putting up my hands. “Didn’t mean to keep you.”

  “S’okay,” he said. He gave me a smile and a nod before he went back to work, looking at me over his shoulder a few times as I watched him. There was something quite extraordinary about the way he looked. I tried then and there to gauge if he was attractive, or just unique-looking. After a few minutes, it began to dawn on me that the distinction didn’t really matter.

  He walked near me, and the smell that followed him was powerful, nearly overwhelming. His sweat mixed with hay, and there was something else… his musk. I couldn’t put my finger on it at first, but I began to realize that was what it was. The smell of him as a man, rather than as a human. It was intensely erotic, and I found myself once again gawking at him, once again staring, fixated on his body, on his face, as he went about moving bales of hay from one side of the barn to the other.