21 Taboo Tales

by Robin Pressley

  I notice that there is a row of hooks outside the steam room entrance, and right there, hanging from one of the hooks, I see a lanyard that must be Quinn’s.

  Jackpot! All I have to do is sneakily grab that key, and then I can get my stuff.

  As I tiptoe across the tile floor, the sound of the men talking becomes louder and more distinct. I can’t hear exactly what they are saying, but I can make out the different voices—Pierce’s cool, smooth cadence and Quinn’s warm and hearty laugh. I don’t catch Rocco’s voice, which makes sense—he’s the strong, silent type.

  I reach the entrance and grasp the lanyard in my fingers. I’m about to pull it off of the hook and go back to Quinn’s locker when I swear I catch the sound of my name mixed in with the rest of their conversation.

  Are they talking about me? What are they saying?

  My curiosity gets the better of me, and I move a little closer to the door. I definitely hear my name again, followed by Pierce’s chuckle. I remember the hundred dollar bill that I’ve got stashed in my bra, and my cheek ignites with the memory of how he stroked me with it.

  But I still can’t hear exactly what they are saying in there. I gently press my ear to the door, holding my breath and straining to listen.

  And then I hear my name very clearly and distinctly. But it doesn’t come from the other side of the door. It comes from behind me.

  “Shannon.”

  I jump and let out a little squeal of shock. It’s Rocco. He’s standing over me, glaring at me.

  “Shannon, what do you think you’re doing?”

  He takes a step toward me, and I glance down at his hips. Oh wow. He’s naked, and his huge dick is hanging heavily between his thighs like a trunk.

  My eyes go wide, and I step back, bumping my butt against the door.

  “I—I was just, um…” I stammer, too flustered to come up with an excuse.

  “Just sneaking around the men’s locker room?”

  Rocco takes another step toward me. His naked body is massive and laden with slabs of hard muscle. But all of my attention is focused on his giant swinging dick. I just can’t seem to tear my eyes away from it. And I swear it’s starting to grow.

  “I… I…”

  As I instinctively retreat backward, the door to the steam room swings open behind me, and I stumble inside. It is dim inside and the air is dense and rain-forest humid. Thick tendrils of warm steam curl around my legs.

  Pierce and Quinn’s voices go silent. I don’t see them, because my eyes are still locked on Rocco and his rapidly swelling member, but I know they are back behind me somewhere.

  “Hey guys,” Rocco chuckles as he steps into the steam room, making me back up even more. “Look who I bumped into on my way back from the pisser? She was eavesdropping outside the door like a little spy.”

  “I wasn’t spying,” I sputter, sounding none too convincing. “I just needed to get Quinn’s—”

  Before I can finish what I’m saying, my heel bumps a small ledge, causing me to trip and stumble backward. I throw my hands out to steady myself, but my fall is miraculously cushioned.

  It takes me a moment to realize why. My butt has just plopped right down in someone’s lap.

  What happens next must only take a matter of seconds, but it seems like slow motion as I process what is going on.

  I look to the right, and there is Quinn smiling at me. His strong hand is clutching my arm, which helped to break my tumble. But as I look down I realize that when I flung my hand out to steady myself, I grabbed hold of an unexpected handle—Quinn's cock. It's not quite as big as the whopper that Rocco is packing, but it's still no joke. I'm so confused and flustered that I don't even have a chance to pull my hand away before a voice comes from behind me, so close that the breath tickles my earlobe.

  “Careful, sugar.”

  It's Pierce. Oh my gosh. My butt landed in right in Pierce's lap.

  As soon as this realization hits me, I feel a peculiar pulse between my legs. It's Pierce's gorgeous naked cock growing stiff under the weight of my scantily clad little tushy.

  Okay, confession time—I've actually never seen a guy's cock before in my life. I mean, okay, I’ve seen them in pictures and movies and whatnot. But this is my first time to see one, you know, “in the wild.”

  And I'm seeing triple. Rocco's beast of a boner is now sticking straight up in front of me. Quinn's big dick is also growing hard in the palm of my hand. And when I look down between my legs I can see Pierce's lovely cockhead poking out from beneath my crotch.

  What can I say—I might be a late bloomer, but when I go for something, I go all in.

  The thing is, I'm getting a little nervous. The way Rocco and Quinn are staring at me, it looks like these powerful older studs are about to go all in on me, and I'm not sure I'll be able to take it. I feel Pierce's breath waft over my shoulder. My skin is already beaded with sweat, and I know it's not just from the steam.

  I leap up, careful to keep my tummy from bumping Rocco's pole which is thrust straight toward me.

  “S-sorry” I gasp, my breath becoming tense and shallow. “I shouldn't have come back here, I—”

  Rocco puts his hand on my shoulder, holding me in place. My skin thrills under his touch. Somehow I manage to keep my eyes locked on his, even though I know that insane dong is right down there.

  In my peripheral vision, I see Quinn stand up beside me. I know that Pierce has risen as well because I can feel the blunt head of his dick graze my spandex-clad butt cheeks.

  “No need to apologize, babe,” Quinn says. “You're more than welcome to join us.”

  Even under these circumstances, his tender voice sets me at ease a little. The thing is, there's nowhere I'd rather be right now than alone with these three amazing men. I've been craving this kind of masculine attention. That's the whole reason I wore my teensy little outfit today.

  But this is all kinds of wrong. I shouldn't want this, but…

  “Yes,” Rocco says. “You can stay, but you're going to have to follow the rules of the steam room. And the first rule is no clothing.”

  My breath catches. Is this really happening? My skin feels tight—shrink-wrapped to my body. My pulse is pounding in my extremities. I feel something trickle down my inner thigh. Maybe it's just condensation from the steam, but I suspect it's something else.

  “Quinn?” I whisper, thinking he might give me an easy out. But I'm wrong.

  “Rocco’s right,” Quinn says. “You shouldn’t be wearing clothes in the steam room.”

  He curls his fingers under the elastic of my sports bra.

  “Be a good girl and put your arms up.”

  I do as he tells me, and he pulls the bra up over my head. Free from the confines of the spandex, my tits bounce and jiggle in the open air. The hundred dollar bill flutters down to the floor of the steam room, but nobody seems to notice. All eyes are on me now.

  “Fuck me,” Pierce chuckles. “Little Shannon really has grown up. Just look at those delicious tits.”

  He leans down and draws a dotted line of wet kisses from my collarbone to my breast where he then latches his moist, soft lips around my nipple and suckles me. Quinn clutches my other breast and squeezes it firmly.

  “Oh I’m looking, buddy,” Quinn says.

  I turn wide-eyed toward Rocco who is still standing in front of me. Now his thick, muscular arms are crossed in front of his powerful chest.

  “What are you looking at me for?” he asks dryly. “You parade your body around the gym like a bratty little stripper, you gotta be ready for the consequences. Don’t go writing checks your tits can’t cash. Besides…”

  He reaches out and touches my jaw, tilting my chin up so that I’m facing him more directly.

  “You don’t want them to stop, do you?”

  I hesitate only for a moment, then I shake my head. He’s right, as dirty and wrong as this all feels, I don’t want it to stop.

  Pierce is still feeding lustily at my right breast, and
the wet sucking sounds coming from his mouth are so delectable I can’t stand it. He flicks my erect nipple with his tongue while it’s still inside his sucking mouth. I feel like if he kept that up long enough I could cum just from that.

  “You want them to keep going, don’t you?” Rocco continues, his knuckles stroking gently along my bare throat as I gulp down a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

  I bite my lip and nod yes.

  Meanwhile, Quinn is still squeezing my other tit, kneading it firmly in his big, tough hands. He pinches the hard nipple between his index finger and thumb, twisting it like he’s tuning in a radio, looking for a love song.

  “Does that feel good little one?” he asks lovingly while his other hand reaches down and gropes my ass, his fingertips slipping beneath the edge of the stretchy fabric.

  I turn to face him, but the only answer I can manage is, “Mm-hm” which comes out as half whine and half moan.

  “Fuck, you’ve got the most suckable lips, princess,” Quinn whispers, and he plants his mouth on mine, exploring me briefly with his hot tongue and then sucking my pouty bottom lip.

  He turns his hips, and his erection slaps against my steamy tummy with a wet smack. I let out a little gasp against Quinn’s open mouth.

  I was so lost in my kiss with Quinn that I didn’t realize my fingers had drifted down to touch Pierce’s hot shaft almost by instinct. As he releases my nipple from his mouth and starts kissing his way down my ribs, his naked cock brushes against my bare legs.

  Rocco circles around behind me. His fingers weave through my hair and then clench into a tight fist, holding me there. The slight sting on my scalp gives me a rush. it was just the right touch of pain that I needed to compliment the pleasure the other two men are giving me.

  “Get those shorts off of her,” Rocco says. “It’s time to give this naughty little brat a spanking she won’t forget.”

  Pierce is kissing his way down toward my hips, and without missing a beat, his fingertips slip beneath my waistband and he begins peeling the shorts off of me.

  He pulls them all the way down to the floor, kissing and licking and nibbling down my trembling thighs as he goes.

  “Step out, baby girl,” he says.

  I lift my feet one at a time out of my shorts, and Pierce tosses them across the room where they disappear in the thick steam.

  Now I’m completely naked.

  And I’m completely at the mercy of my Daddy’s horny buddies.

  Waves of pleasure are rippling all through my body as the men suck me and kiss me and pull my hair. This is so sinful. These are men I’ve known my whole life. They’ve watched me grow up. They were there at my graduation. I can’t believe what they’re doing to me. How far are they going to go with this?

  I shouldn’t let myself feel this good with these men, but the attention is just too overwhelming.

  My pussy is totally drenched now and my scalding juices are dripping down my legs. Pierce laps them up as he rises until he’s standing tall, his erect cock poking me right below my belly button.

  In fact, they’re all poking me now from every side—Pierce in front and Quinn at my hip. But the one that’s really got my attention now is Rocco’s huge hard-on. I felt it earlier when we were squatting. Now it’s stroking up and down my ass crack.

  “All right, naughty girl, it's time for your spanking,”

  My breath is taken away as Rocco suddenly sits down on the steam room bench and he pulls my naked body down on his lap. I'm bent over the muscles of his thighs which are as hard as carven marble. His equally rigid cock is pressed against my belly, and I can feel it pulsing lightly with his heartbeat.

  “Rocco!” I cry.

  “You've been a very disobedient little girl,” he growls, holding me down on his lap. “If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were begging for a little punishment.”

  “Yes,” I whimper. “I've been so bad.”

  “First you've been prancing around half naked like a little strumpet, tempting all of these hot-blooded older men.”

  My body jolts forward as a sharp, wet smack suddenly echoes through the steam room. A split-second later, I feel the hand-shaped sting on my tushy where Rocco spanked me.

  “Oh!,” I gasp. “Yes, I've been so naughty.”

  “And then you were pole dancing, even though you were strictly forbidden.”

  There is another sharp smack and my body jolts again. My pussy is pulsing and wet with excitement.

  “Rocco,” I beg. “Please…”

  “And last but not least, you've been sneaking around the men's locker room, you naughty little thing.”

  Smack. Smack. Smack.

  I whine. My butt stings, but in the most delicious way, and I'm so turned on I feel like I could explode. Pierce is standing to one side, stroking his hard dick while beads of condensation and steamy sweat slither down his tanned trunk and thighs.

  “I can't help myself,” I whisper. “I can't help being a bad girl. You'll just have to keep punishing me.”

  “No,” Rocco, pants. His cock is so stiff now it's unreal. “We're going to teach you how to be a good girl. Quinn, how does that little pussy look to you?

  Firm fingers slide into my recess and stroke my arousal. I glance back over my shoulder and see that it is Quinn who is touching me.

  “Fuck, Shannon,” he says with a grin. “You're so fucking wet it's unreal.”

  He parts my folds with the pads of his fingers, touching the surface of my hungry, needy little hole. Then as I watch with amazement, he lifts his fingers to his lips and sucks them clean, drinking my nectar.

  “Sweet,” he rasps. “So fucking sweet.”

  His fingers are rubbing me again, and I can actually feel my pussy opening up for him. He presses the tip of his finger inside me, eliciting a squeak of delight from my throat.

  “Come on, up you go,” Rocco says.

  Quinn grips my hips from behind to steady me, while Pierce steps forward and takes my shoulder. I place my hands on Pierce's taut hips to keep my balance as I remain bent over. Pierce’s rock hard dick is right there in my face. I brush my cheek against it like a cat. Goodness, his skin is so smooth and hot.

  Quinn and Pierce hold me like that, bent over between them, and they move me to the side so Rocco can stand up. He helps hold my body steady as the other two men prepare to enter me.

  “Now, are you ready to be a good girl, Shannon?” Rocco asks.

  “Yes,” I say as I brush my lips along the length of Pierce's hot shaft, “I'm ready to be good for you. For all of you.”

  The round bulb of Quinn's cockhead is stroking up and down between my wet pussy lips. Then it steadies as he aims his tip right against the circle of my drenched opening.

  “Are you ready to be shared by three men?” Rocco asks above me. His voice is so stern, so commanding that it sends shivers of desire slithering up and down my naked spine.

  “I'm ready,” I whine. “Use me. Please use me.”

  “Quinn,” Rocco says.

  Quinn's strong hands clutch my hips tightly as he pushes forward and enters me with his hard cock. The way his big dick stretches my tight pussy causes me to gasp, but I'm immediately silenced.

  “Pierce,” Rocco says, and Pierce’s blunt helmet pushes into my open mouth. Instinctively my tongue darts forward, licking his tip and tasting the salty pre-cum that's leaking from his tip.

  I can't believe it. Before a few minutes ago I was beyond untouched. I hadn't even seen a real, live dick before. Now I've got two of them inside me.

  At first, Quinn just pushes his head in me, giving me a chance to get used to it. He pulls out and then delves back into me, this time going a little deeper.

  Meanwhile, up front, I'm sucking on Pierce's plump head, using my tongue to explore him and feel him out. He runs his fingers through my long hair and pulls it back so he can get a good look at the action. As my tongue licks the little V where his head joins his shaft, he lets out a deep groan of pleasure
.

  “Oh fuck yes, that's the spot right there, Shannon. Just like that.”

  I get tingly all over. I'm pleasing this hot older stud with my mouth. His praise just makes me want to do an even better job. To show him just what a good girl I can be. I suck him even harder, letting my tongue tip tickle his sensitive spot inside my mouth.

  At the same time, behind me, Quinn is breathing heavy and groaning as he plunges deeper and deeper into me with each thrust.

  “Damn, baby doll, your sweet little pussy is almost too tight for me,” he chuckles. “Almost.”

  He draws his length out, and then he plunges back into me again. He goes all the way this time—all the way to the hilt. He pauses like that for a moment, his sweat-slick pelvis pressed against my soft ass and his cock planted deep my core.

  “Fuck you feel so good,” he moans as he starts pumping with long, hearty strokes.

  I squeal with delight through my nose since my mouth is still wrapped around Pierce’s throbbing cockhead. The intensity of this manly attention is so overwhelming I feel like I could just explode with pleasure.

  Glancing to the side, I see Rocco, who is still overseeing the proceedings. Apparently he likes what he sees because he's stroking that monster cock, which is somehow even bigger than before and bulging with plump winding veins.

  “Does that feel good, Shannon?” He says huskily as he swipes his free hand over my slippery wet back. “Does it feel good being penetrated from both ends?”

  “Mm-hm” I whine as I suck Pierce's cock even deeper into my mouth. His penis is thick and hard and warm against my tongue. The sensation of his meaty dick sliding in and out of my mouth is amazing. Behind me, Quinn is picking up the pace, his pelvis clapping against my butt as he fucks me.

  Rocco's hand slides down my slippery spine, over my tailbone, and delves into my crack. His finger circles the ring of my anus.

  “Let's test this sweet little asshole too,” Rocco growls over me.

  I moan with pleasure around Pierce's erection, trying to wordlessly let Rocco know that I want it—I want him to put his finger in my ass.

  “Quinn,” Rocco says, “Are you looking at this little rosebud?”