Too Taboo! A Forbidden Fun Taboo Bundle

by Saffron Daughter

She sighed dramatically, wondering what she was going to do about this. The truth was she liked him… she liked him a lot. She liked him too much, probably. She wanted him in a way that she knew she shouldn’t, in a way that she knew she could never obtain him, and that it was all simply futile.

  And now that made her feel sad, as if she was losing out on something because of rules society made. He wasn’t even blood related to her, but for a technicality, a marriage technicality, she could never act upon her desires for him. To do so would be wrong.

  At least, to everybody else.

  “Jack, you bring any beer?”

  He looked at her, a smirk on his face. “I did, actually.”

  “Can I have some?” she asked.

  “Sure, I don’t see why not,” he said. He got up and went to their tent and brought out a cooler box. “I bet you were wondering what was in here?”

  Candy laughed. “I was, actually. I thought it was cold meats, or something.”

  “Oh, not cold meats,” Jack said with a mischievous grin. “I thought that we could have some fun, you know, loosen up, chit chat a bit, and enjoy the evening.”

  “You know, I was thinking about asking you to bring some, but thought you might not like it.”

  Jack gave her a quizzical look. “Actually,” he said setting down the cooler box beside him and sitting back on the stone. “When I was your age, I definitely indulged in things that I shouldn’t have.”

  Candy was intrigued. “Really?”

  “Oh, yeah… for sure. Wasn’t always the most responsible lad.”

  “I find that hard to believe.”

  “Things change, you know. You grow up. I mean, I never went to university like you’re going to do. I had a lot of time to piss about.”

  “So when did you grow up?”

  “You know, I’m not entirely sure. But I suspect it was when I married your mother.”

  Candy swallowed. “Because of me?”

  “Yes,” he said, and he gripped her shoulder with a large and strong hand, and give it a small squeeze. “But that was a good thing. And, I would quickly find out, you were the best thing to ever happen to me in my whole entire life.”

  He stopped for a moment, blinked, as though he feared he had said too much, but Candy simply took a beer from the box, and let the moment’s brief awkwardness pass.

  “Do you regret marrying mum?” she asked after a moment.

  “No,” he said firmly. “I regret that she had to leave, that she was the way she was. I… I suppose I should have seen it.”

  “Why did you marry her?”

  “You know, I’m not really sure,” he said, leaning back, his own beer bottle hissing as he opened it. “I thought I was in love with her, but I quickly realized that I wasn’t.”

  “When?”

  “Before we were even married,” he said.

  “Really?” Candy asked, an expression of disbelief on her face. “Why go through with it, then?”

  Jack paused then, before sipping from his beer. “Oh, I don’t know. Never mind that. What are you most looking forward to about university?”

  Candy grinned. “The freedom.”

  Jack frowned. “Oh?”

  “Not like that, Jack. I mean, you know, just, being independent. Taking care of myself, that kind of thing.”

  “Quite right,” he said. “I was kicked out of the house when I was sixteen by my father. Turns out I was good with my hands, and worked at a pottery.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah.” He grinned as he passed through time into reverie. “Used to make shallow bowls, you know, for soup and things like that. Was good at that.”

  “With clay, you mean?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I had no idea.”

  “Well, I came into your life quite late.”

  “When I was thirteen,” Candy said.

  “You remember, do you?”

  Candy nodded, looking at him and smiling. His chestnut hair was wind-tussled, and as he leaned back, his t-shirt lay tightly across his lean abdomen, and muscular chest.

  “Like it was yesterday,” she whispered. “We were at that carnival. Mum thought it would be good for you to meet me in a fun environment, I reckon.”

  “That’s right.”

  “You took me on a rollercoaster.”

  “You were terrified.”

  Candy laughed. “Yeah, I was. I clung onto your arm.”

  “I wanted to wrap you up, you know? Tell you it would be okay.”

  “You should have,” Candy murmured. “I would have liked that. I remember feeling very attached to you very quickly. I wasn’t cognizant of it at the time… but now, thinking back.”

  She looked at him and met his eyes, and was zapped by a jolt of energy. Things had become a little awkward between them, now, and so she sat in a comfortable silence with him, watching the last remnants of daylight disappear behind the hilly horizon.

  When it was dark, and the chirping of the insects was a cacophony, she got up, tipsy after her second beer, and ambled into the tent.

  “We got anything to eat?”

  “Sandwiches I made?” he called, following her inside. The tent was modern and large, thermal-sheathed and, really, luxuriously spacious. It was hardly camping… more like having a flexible cabin in the woods.

  With both of them inside the tent, there was a moment when they brushed arms, and Candy was jolted by a shock of static. She instantly met Jack’s eyes, felt a flutter in her chest, a build-up in her abdomen.

  “Sorry,” she whispered, not knowing she even spoke. But still she looked at him, and he at her, until the tension was palpable, undeniable. “Jack,” she whispered, feeling somehow compelled to break the silence. “I’ve got something to tell you.”

  He did wait. He pressed himself up against her, reeled her in with his muscular arms, and kissed her hard on the lips. At first she was surprised, in shock, but after a moment she gave herself into him, and kissed him ferociously back, sending her tongue into his mouth to explore, to taste him.

  Their kissing became an urgent mashing of mouths, and her fingers were at the hem of his t-shirt, pulling them up his body until she had it clean off. She grinned, running her hands down his chiseled body.

  She wanted to tell him how much she wanted him, the years she had longed for him, but she knew it would not be a good idea. Speaking might break the spell.

  And so she sighed with delight instead as he kissed her down her neck, as his fingers ran up her sides, up to her armpits before curling around to caress her breasts.

  “Yes, Jack,” she breathed, moaning the words. “Oh, Daddy.”

  He hitched, just for a second, and then his movements took on a urgent feverishness. So he liked that, she thought. That was just as well… because she wanted to call him Daddy.

  Their kiss rapidly turned to into a blazing ball of fire, all tongue and teeth, spit and breath, and Candy felt her step-father’s hands at the cord that fastened her halter-top. He undid the knot, and the top flapped down to bare her bra beneath it. He unfastened her strapless bra, let it fall down in between them, before breaking their kiss and leaning back, cupping her breasts and rolling her nipples.

  “Jesus,” he whispered. “You’re so beautiful.”

  “Kiss me,” Candy hissed at him, and she waited as he launched himself back toward her, as their lips met with jolting force.

  She pressed her bared body up against his, and felt the hard muscle of his chest and stomach against her, felt the press of his hot skin against her. She couldn’t believe they were actually doing it, but that thought was swept away by the surging tide of passion and lust welling within her. It could not be contained, could not be controlled. It was a tsunami heading for shore… nothing would stop their communion tonight.

  She rolled him over onto the mat and kissed him fiercely, her hands roaming up and down his chiseled torso, and she could feel the press of his hard and ready manhood against her stomach. She loved the way
his hard body felt, the ridges of his abdominals, the heat that radiated through his skin. She loved the press of his cock against her, excited, swollen, all for her. It made her feel desired, wanted. It made her feel good to know that she turned him on so. And he turned her on in kind. She could feel it against her underwear now, pressing back against her.

  “Candy,” he gasped in between kisses. She sat up on him, her breasts squishing together as she rested her hands on his strong chest. She looked him up and down out of heavy-lidded eyes. He was so sexy.

  “What?”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah,” she whispered, her voice hoarse and husky. She nodded her head quickly, bat away any possible inhibition that could remain. She began to frantically wiggle her shorts down her legs beneath her. And soon she had them off, and was just wearing her underwear.

  “Baby,” he groaned, gesturing for her to sidle up his body. “Come on.”

  She grinned, felt a pang of modesty but let it pass by, and then moved up his body until she was straddling his face. There, he buried his nose into her sopping thong, and his touch against her swollen stub made her jolt and laugh.

  “What about you?” she asked. She got up, and waited for him to do the same, before her hands were at his belt. Once they were dealt with, down came his jeans and his boxer-briefs, and she gasped as his girthy member sprang into view, lined with thick veins like the ones on his arms.

  She took in the sight of him, a pressure building both within her heart and her abdomen. He was so fucking sexy. His body was so perfect. His dick looked so, so good.

  “Oh, Daddy,” she moaned at him, leaning over to kiss him again. The hurry and urgency with which she kissed him, touched him, cupped his balls and squeezed his girth, was something alien to her. Never before had she ever felt such a need, and in such a rush, to make love to another guy.

  His fingers were at her thong, togging them downward, and she stepped out of the dainty fabric, her arms around Jack’s neck. She sighed and hummed as his hands roamed her body, kneaded her breasts and tweezed her nipples. Each touch of his fingertips felt as if he was shooting electricity through her, and she was desperately ready, both in her mind and in between her legs.

  “Make love to me, Daddy,” she moaned into his mouth between their mashing kisses. She reached in between her legs and grasped his girth and guided him to her entrance. “Make love to me, Daddy,” she moaned again. “Please, please, please— I need it right now. Like this, right now!”

  Still standing, Candy moaned loudly as he pushed into her, sliding into her slick, ready sex with ease. She felt hints at pain as his thickness stretched her, but she had never before felt so filled up. It was something amazing, and she shut her eyes tight as they lied still together, connected, for moments.

  “Oh, fuck,” she hissed as he began so slide himself out of her. She gently pushed herself down on his sex, and moaned and whimpered as she felt it stretch her, as she felt as though every nerve ending within her was being touched all at once.

  Sparks went off inside her, both in her canal and in her mind.

  He held her tightly against him in a passionate embrace, kissing her fiercely as he began to fuck her, as he began to thrust with increasing power into her again and again. She moaned and writhed and squirmed on him, the feeling of being fucked by her gifted, gorgeous father amazing. She had longed for him for so long, lusted after him, spent nights with the shower head thinking just of him, and had been shamed into silence by her understanding of what was right and wrong.

  But how could this be wrong? This was what they both wanted. This was some form of love!

  And it was beautiful!

  “Candy,” he breathed, and he guided her down onto the mat. He pulled out of her, leaving her gaping and empty for a moment, before he slipped two fingers inside her and began to lap at her clit.

  She was instantly in heaven, already having climbed so high, she could feel just how close she was. She was swollen at the juncture of her thighs, felt a throbbing energy in her belly, like a spring being coiled tighter and tighter, a pressure.

  “Oh, Daddy,” she breathed, running her hands through his hair and pulling him down onto her, mashing his face into her sex. “Oh, God, yes! Yes!”

  What could she say? The man knew how to eat pussy. His tongue swabbed her clit left and right to a steadily increasing rhythm, and his fingers matched the beat, pressing upward against her front wall, shooting off fireworks in her nervous system.

  She could feel that building pressure, that climb to the top, that approach to the precipice.

  “Oh, Daddy,” she grunted, her voice deep and hoarse. “I want you inside me when I come, okay?”

  He didn’t stop eating her out, didn’t stop bringing her closer and closer to that line of no return.

  “No!” she cried, pushing his head off her. She pulled him onto her, gasped as his thickness entered her, stretched her, and she kissed him hard, tasting herself.

  “Now make me come,” she hissed before she kissed him deeply, moaning and squealing into his mouth as he started to fuck her again, harder, faster. She could feel his shaft hardening within her, hear his breathing quickening.

  “Daddy,” she said, lifting her hips to meet his oncoming thrusts. “Daddy, I love you.”

  “I love you too, Candy,” he replied, and he sent one of his hands in between them to her pulsing pearl. He thumbed it vigorously, and with apparent expertise, in smooth and rhythmic circles matched to the tempo of their fucking.

  “Oh, Daddy!” she cried, squeezing his tight ass, pulling it downward with each of his thrusts so that he drove into her harder, faster. She was in another world, a kind of heaven; bliss and joy were coursing through her veins.

  She had him! She had her father! And not only that, but he had her, and he wanted her! It was perfect. It was so, so perfect!

  “Daddy,” she gasped, hearing the whispers of climax around her, like wisps of smoke slowly encircling and enveloping her body. She felt a pressure inside her, spreading outward from her center. “Oh, shit, Daddy! Fuck me! Harder!”

  He began to piston in and out of her. His thumb continued its tantalizing and pleasurable movements, and the two feelings, on her outside and on her inside, coalesced; melded; became one. She was right there, at the edge, so, so fucking close…

  She felt the spark within her like it was a trigger, or the wick of a stick of dynamite burning down, and moments later she exploded, crying out in pleasure.

  “I’m coming!” she gasped as orgasm broke over her, washed her in bliss and bathed her in ecstasy. She squirmed and writhed and curled her toes and gripped the flesh of his ass so tight her knuckles went white. Her body was rigid, a snapshot of pleasure, and passion and sexual fervor thrilled through her.

  She was soaring, in orbit. Waves of ecstasy broke over her, shattered her being, shook her to her core.

  “Oooohhhh!” she cried as he drove her through her climax, fucked her even harder. “Come inside me,” she begged, holding onto his face, and biting his lower lip. “Oh, God, come inside me!”

  He grunted, fucking her harder, the slapping sounds of their sex so loud it was all she could hear. She yelped each time he bottomed out inside her, watched as he lifted himself up off her, as he worked his cock into her expertly. She could see each time he thrust his muscles tense, grow hard and defined.

  “Come on,” she whispered, running her hands up and down his chest.

  His body grew tense, his eyes fell half-shut, and then she heard a groan escape his lips before feeling his cock twitch inside her, swelling even thicker. She moaned as he emptied himself inside her, twitch after twitch, shot after shot of his ropy, boiling come ejected into her tunnel.

  And then it was over, and he lay down on her, and she held him tight against her body, panting, heaving. Their sweat mingled, their breaths were in sync, and she loved that she could smell his musk, and he, no doubt, could smell hers.

  She lay with him like that fo
r minutes, never once forgetting that his cock was not growing soft in the slightest.

  “Daddy,” she whispered after a moment. “Jack.”

  “Yeah, baby,” he said.

  “Do you really love me?”

  “I do. For a long time.”

  “Why didn’t we do this before?”

  “You were too young before,” he explained.

  “But I’m not too young anymore.”

  “No.”

  “Will this be okay?”

  He lifted up, pulled strands of hair from her sweaty forehead. “Yeah,” he said. “Why not?”

  “Because we’re not supposed to.”

  “Says who?”

  “Says everybody.”

  “Fuck what they say,” he said. “If it’s what you want, it’s what you want.”

  “I do want it,” she told him. “I want to be with you like this.”

  “So do I, Candy.”

  She grinned. “Good. By the way, you’re still hard, you know?”

  He gave her a playful, sheepish look. “I know. Does it give you any ideas?”

  She laughed, took his lower lip into his and bit it. “Hell yeah, it does.”

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