03. Forbidden Lust

by Skye Darrel

  Forbidden Lust:

  A Taboo Erotica

  By Skye Darrel

  Forbidden Lust: A Taboo Erotica is a work of fiction intended for adult audiences only. All characters therein are 18 years old or older and not related by blood. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to events, locales, or actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2018 by Skye Darrel

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  Forbidden Lust

  My stepdad spoons me from behind and slides his cock between my thighs. Squirming, my whole body comes alive. Daddy pulls me close. I whimper as he kisses the back of my neck. He’s demanding and rough but also gentle. My head spins. Heat simmers in my belly. When Daddy wants, he takes.

  We share a tent on this tropical island. Nothing here but beach and jungle. We’ve been stranded here for three weeks.

  Five days ago, I caught Daddy masturbating next to me. I heard his groans and stole a peek. Daddy has needs and so do I. More than food and water. I knew it was wrong, but I gave in to desire and so did he. Daddy pulled off my shorts and licked my pussy until I came, and that afternoon, he took my virginity.

  I’m only eighteen. It was the first time I had sex. Since that day, he can’t keep his hands off me. Daddy’s a big man, tall and muscled, handsome and chiseled. It’s not so bad. The problem is he wants sex all the time.

  He’s insatiable.

  Sometimes I wonder how Mom dealt with his needs. I try my best to remind him he has to ask. I’m his daughter, not some little toy for him to sate his lusts on.

  But I love Daddy. He makes me cum every day with his tongue or cock. When Daddy holds me, when his hard cock is in my soft pussy, I can forget everything. I let him take me high and low. He’d call me a dirty little girl, his slut, his princess, his everything.

  Daddy’s fucked me back there too. He loves my round bottom. When he bends me over on hands and knees, when he parts that tight ring with his big cock and sinks into my ass, it always ignites a fire in me.

  Daddy. He’s such an animal when his lust is up.

  Like now. Our only clothes are drying outside on a palm branch. In the tent, we’re naked. His hand glides over my waist. He walks his fingers over the soft skin of my tummy to the moisture below. He fondles my clit as his cock slides back and forth between my thighs.

  I elbow him lightly. “Daddy it’s late.”

  “I need you, Lexi,” he whispers. “I need my baby girl.”

  “Dad!” I whine. “We just did it like an hour ago.” My pussy still feels raw and his cum lathers my buttocks. But he’s hard again.

  I love Daddy’s cock when he slides in deep. The aching stretch, the sensation of fullness at the top of my vagina, the pressure that seeps into my front wall pressing my spot.

  Daddy loves my pussy even more.

  But I swear, he needs to act his age. One teenager in this tent is enough.

  He humps his cock between my thighs, rubbing under my soaked folds. I clench, the sensation of his shaft making me buzz.

  “Still sore?” he asks, playing with my hair.

  “A bit.”

  “Your little pussy needs to be fucked more often. Then you won’t be so sore.”

  I suck in a breath at his filthy words. “Daddy!”

  “You’re too tight, baby.” He kisses the nape of my neck, growling. “It’s true.”

  “It is not!” I blush. There’s no way I’m falling asleep again. Oh well, the sun’s rising anyway. Another day in the South Pacific with Daddy.

  He strums my swollen clit. Those fingers always get me worked up.

  The truth is I crave him, more than ice cream or yogurt or any of the things I don’t have anymore. With Daddy, I feel safe. And loved. And when he’s rough, I know it’s because I make him that way. It’s a guilty pleasure teasing him. Turning Daddy into a beast slavering for my body. When I was younger, I was a wild brat and Daddy’s little girl. I had him wrapped around my finger. Daddy would rush over if I so much as scraped a knee or cut a nail.

  Now, he takes care of me in new ways. And I take care of him.

  “If you really need to,” I say, “You can use my bottom.”

  Daddy growls. He squeezes my breast and circles my clit making me gasp.

  “I love it when you talk dirty, baby girl.”

  I roll my eyes. Reaching down, I stroke his hard cock and rub it against my slit. Groans leave Daddy’s mouth.

  “You’re killing me, Princess.”

  He grabs my ass and pulls my buttocks apart. Daddy’s cock nudges into my asshole, his head opening my tight ring.

  I flinch and jerk but Daddy holds me firmly. He flicks my clit rapidly as his cock presses. With a thrust, he shoves into my asshole.

  I squeeze my cheeks, clenching every muscle, savoring the stretch in my walls. It’s different than my pussy. Better. Worse. But I can’ resist. Pleasure steals my breath and my voice melts to mewling whimpers.

  Daddy grabs my hips as he pumps his cock, slowly at first, then faster as lust takes him.

  Pleasure ripples up my spine. I bite back cries. Even though we’re in the middle of nowhere, I’m still shy about yelling out when Daddy and I are together. So forbidden. So dirty. I can’t get around how wrong it is even as my body opens to his thick cock straining inside my ass.

  I twist and whine.

  He’s careful and thrusts slowly, grunting his breaths on my shoulder, his cock a steady piston between my ass cheeks. His hand slides to my crotch. Two fingers enter my pussy and his thumb rubs my clit. He feels how wet I am, how hot my flesh is. Daddy’s other hand grips my rear. His breathing quickens and his cock feels even harder.

  “Goddamn Lexi. I could fuck your ass all day, baby girl.”

  He thrusts faster, jiggling my butt with the force of his impacts.

  “Fuck,” he growls, “I love your little hole, baby. I love how you squeeze for Daddy.”

  “How romantic,” I tease him, bucking back onto his cock.

  He slaps my buttock and tickles my clit furiously. My muscles pull taut and my orgasm ruptures. I cum, my pussy throbbing, with Daddy’s cock buried deep inside me.

  His body shakes and moments later, he joins me in climax. Ropes of hot cum splatter my anal walls, a sensation that always makes me dizzy with pleasure.

  Daddy rolls me around. He slides down to taste my creamy pussy moist with orgasm. His tongue slides once around my vulva before splitting my tender folds.

  I grab his hair, letting him play.

  Daddy licks my clit before he climbs over my body.

  Our mouths meet in a wet kiss.

  He rolls off.

  I press my ear against his chest and run my hands over his muscles. His heart beats steadily. Daddy’s hand combs through my blonde hair, tangled and messy in the humid heat.

  He sighs. “I love you so much, baby.”

  “Me or my butt?”

  He gives my rear a light slap. “Don’t tease me, Alexis. I’m serious.”

  I run my fingers over Daddy’s soft cock, smiling at the way his abs scrunch together. He’s putting on muscle from the labor of building our campsite. The only thing we’re not short on is food. The island has plenty of coconuts and Daddy can hunt for wild birds and find clams in the shallow waters off the coast. There’s a freshwater lake in the jungle inland.

  Still, in another month our other supplies will run out. I’ve been wearing the same shorts and tank top since we crashed here. My panties are torn—but that’s Daddy’s fault.

  It must be November already, but the weather here never changes.

  “Daddy?”

  He hears the worry
in my voice and wraps an arm around me. “Yes, baby.”

  “I don’t want to die here.”

  “That’s not going to happen,” he says firmly. “I promise.”

  “I don’t want to grow old here either.”

  “You won’t, baby girl.” He chuckles and runs a hand up my leg to cup my moist sex. “I discovered a treasure here. The world needs to know how pretty this little pussy is.”

  “Oh stop it!” Daddy knows how to lift my spirits. But then I think of what will happen if we do make it off this island. How can we go back to the way things were?

  He’s more than a father to me now, and I’m more than his daughter. My head swims. I realize how hot the day’s gotten. It’s sweltering in the tent. Must be late morning already.

  Daddy fondles my pussy. I rub over his cock that grows hard again.

  “We got things to do,” I say.

  “Yes.” He kisses my hair. “New day.”

  I touch Daddy’s coarse stubble. My folds still chafe from when he went down on me. “You need another shave, Dad.”

  His cock stands erect. “Of course, baby girl. I love shaving.”

  I roll my eyes. There’s a reason for that.

  Outside the tent, the tropical sun washes down in sheets of heat. We’re in the middle of the South Pacific, somewhere between South America and Australia. The heat can be terrible.

  I put on my cutoff shorts and tank top. Daddy slips into his cargo shorts. He gives me an encouraging smile. But what gets me going are his muscles, slabbed over his torso and bronzed from the sun. My dad’s always been in shape, but the weeks surviving on this island have brought out a thickness to him that makes me blush. His unkempt hair, the faded tattoo on his arm, everything adds to his ferocity. A warrior who’ll do anything to protect me.

  He’s my big man.

  And he can’t go a single day without tasting my pussy and sliding his cock into me.

  My blush deepens and I look away.

  Our campsite is near the jungle tree line, not far from our crashed Cessna. The propeller won’t start and the landing gear’s busted. Daddy had rented the small plane in Tahiti for $1,000. We were supposed to be on vacation. When the storm came, Daddy barely landed on the beach.

  It could’ve been a lot worse.

  “Baby girl.” He touches my shoulder. “Come on, let’s go.”

  The lake where we bathe and clean isn’t far. I follow Daddy through the jungle. The sound of the waterfall that feeds the lake grows louder.

  When we get there my clothes are drenched. The jungle is sweltering as always.

  Daddy sets down a towel by the lakeshore. Rivulets of sweat run down his packed chest. He looks me over and touches my forehead.

  “You okay, baby?”

  “Yeah. Just hot.”

  “Get in there,” he says, grinning. He peels off my top and helps me step out of the shorts. “It’ll help you cool down.”

  “You always want to see me naked, Dad?”

  He wipes damp hair out of my eyes. I feel his other hand at my pussy, stroking gently. I’m sticky down there, but it’s not all sweat. Hot chills run down my back.

  “Yes,” Daddy says with a straight face. “I want to see you naked, my little slut.”

  I pull down his shorts and hold his hard cock. “You’re a dirty old man, Dad.”

  “I’m not that old.”

  I giggle and stroke him slowly.

  Daddy’s jaw tightens. He rubs over my shoulders and we kiss. His tongue pries my lips apart and tangles with mine. As I run my hands down his thick shaft, Daddy curls a finger into me and massages my front wall. He knows exactly where my spot is.

  Lightning shoots up my spine and my scalp tingles with pleasure. I kick off my sandals, slide my feet around his legs. I squeeze his balls and pull away.

  We wade into the cool water. While Daddy shaves off his stubble I wash my hair. Call me a finicky girl, but I can’t stand beards. And when Daddy licks my pussy I don’t want that grating feeling.

  So I make Daddy shave every few days. The plane’s emergency pack didn’t have any shaving lotion so Daddy uses coconut oil to whet his pocket knife. It works pretty well.

  I should know.

  When his cheeks are clean, Daddy shoots me a glare. “Your turn.”

  His cock is jutting hard, his thick hair slicked back and dripping water. We get back on shore. I lie down on the towel and spread my legs. Daddy’s eyes sweep over me. This part he loves. With pocket knife in hand, he rubs my slit and the thin blonde scruff over my pink lips.

  Daddy and I made a deal. He keeps his beard away and I let him shave my pussy all smooth.

  But staring at Daddy’s hard cock, I have another idea.

  “You first,” I say.

  He’s dipping his fingers in the jar of coconut oil he collected. “What do you mean?”

  “Shave it, Dad.” He’s got a mean gristle around the base of his cock. Whenever he slides deep into my pussy he scrapes against my clit. “Your big cock is too itchy.”

  Daddy runs a finger over his pocket knife. He knows what I mean and he smirks. “For you, Princess.”

  I push up on my elbows and watch with my lips tightly pressed. Daddy greases up his long shaft with coconut oil, stroking slowly. For once, he’s teasing me. I gulp. Daddy’s cock is so thick and beautiful and my tummy quivers as a bead of cum leaks from the tip. I think of him inside me, stretching my walls and tingling my deepest nerves.

  When he’s nice and lathered, Daddy shaves away his pubic hair. He stares at me as he shaves, with his erect cock curving up.

  My face blazes.

  “Be careful,” I whisper.

  “Don’t worry, little girl. I know this is the most precious thing to you on this island.”

  I roll my eyes and chew my lip.

  Daddy scrapes himself smooth. It makes his big cock look even thicker. I can see every vein and gape at the dimple in that bulbous head. I remember how his head feels rubbing inside my vagina.

  My folds feel swollen and slick.

  “Good enough?” Daddy asks.

  I nod.

  “Now you,” he says.

  Daddy kneels between my spread thighs and dabs my pussy with coconut oil. He massages my tender girl parts as his cock leaks more precum. His eyes wander up and down my body, settling on my flushed slit.

  “I raised a beautiful girl,” he says softly.

  “Oh just get on with it,” I hiss. It’s embarrassing having him stare at me like this, shaving me. But Daddy insists.

  He runs the knife over my pubis and down my folds. Every time the blade touches my sensitive skin I shiver.

  He rubs my slippery clit, smiling. “Such a cute pussy.” A finger slides in. “So tight. Wet for Daddy.”

  My thighs tremble and my nipples turn to pebbles. I clench as Daddy’s finger drums my spot. His thumb digs into my throbbing clit as he shaves me bare. My folds glisten in an oily sheen. The smell of coconut isn’t enough to cover the scent of my desire.

  “All done,” Daddy says.

  He puts away the knife and bends over me. I shiver with anticipation. When his tongue swirls over my clit I gasp. Daddy’s hungry. He coaxes out the fire in my womb as he licks me clean, his tongue lapping and dragging over my folds. I can feel something trickling out of me.

  Daddy growls. His tongue stops moving and I look down to see him stroking his hard cock.

  “Time to be a good girl, Princess.”

  I know what that means and blush hotly.

  Daddy crawls up my body. His mouth smashes against mine, drowning out my complaint at fucking so soon after our morning lovemaking. My resistance melts away as my body fevers, my soreness forgotten as his cock head touches my pussy lips sending electricity up my spine.

  He slides his cock into me with one thrust.

  I whimper, gripping him with my walls. His cock pushes to the base. No chafing this time. Our bodies press together, my folds stretched thinly around his thick, pulsating
shaft.

  “Oh Daddy.”

  “That’s a good girl,” he whispers.

  He pumps my pussy, squishing in my juices. Slowly at first. Faster as my moans turn breathy and my hands run up his flanks. Daddy’s lust takes over. He thrusts hard and deep, his cock scorching between my snug flesh. I can feel his pulse racing, thumping. He pins me against the ground, his hips grinding between my legs.

  Daddy suckles my nipples as he fucks me.

  “I love your tits, baby.”

  He squeezes each breast.

  My body surges under the thrusts of his cock and the flickers of his tongue. I feel numb, drifting in a warm sea of pleasure and sweet agony as Daddy pounds my small body faster and faster. I writhe. My legs rise up and my toes curl. My pussy clenches, sopping and squelching as his cock drives deeper, harder.

  I toss my head from side to side, lost in the sensations. But Daddy turns my face toward him, forces his tongue in my mouth. He sucks the air from my lungs with punishing kisses that add to the pleasure coursing through my veins.

  Every time his cock sinks in, his smooth base presses my tender clit.

  “You feel so good Daddy.” I clutch the back of his head, ripping at his hair in my ecstasy. “You fuck me so good, Daddy.”

  “Dirty girl,” he rasps. “Your cunt makes Daddy feel good.”

  “Just my cunt?”

  “All of you,” he grunts, clawing up my ribs, swinging his hips as his cock slams into my pussy.

  “Daddy!” I gasp. “Slow down.”

  He kisses my forehead. “Sorry baby. Sorry.”

  I hold his back and squirm, rolling my hips to meet his thrusts. “I’m coming, Daddy.”

  The words are like a command to him. Daddy loves it when we cum together. He quickens again. The air fills with the sound of our bodies slapping together. He gropes my breasts as his cock pushes deep, his mouth on my throat.

  A bird squawks in the palm trees nearby.

  Then my hearing fades and even the noise of the waterfall is drowned out by my labored breathing, by Daddy’s groans, by the beating of our hearts and the sloshing of his cock pumping my pussy.

  I let go and cum. My walls clench so hard it’s painful, my vision blurs white hot. Sparks float in my eyes. Daddy buries his cock deep and holds still.