21 Taboo Tales

by Robin Pressley

  “Hell yeah,” Quinn grunts as he continues to pound my pussy relentlessly. “I don't think I've ever seen such a perfect little ass.”

  Pierce's cock muffles my cry as Rocco slips the tip of his finger inside me. He slowly slides it deeper and deeper inside, exploring me.

  “Have you ever been taken in all three holes before?” Rocco asks me.

  Pierce, clenches my hair in his fist and draws my face off his thick cock so I can answer. I come up heaving for air, and silvery strings of drool curve from my gasping mouth to the glistening pink head of his penis.

  “I've never even had it in one hole,” I pant. “I've never had anything.”

  I'm so hungry to have Pierce's perfect cock back inside my mouth, but he holds my hair tight in his fist. The slap of Quinn's skin against my goes silent as he pauses mid-pump

  “Oh shit,” Pierce laughs in amazement. “Did you hear that?”

  “Are you serious?” Rocco asks, a raw crackle running through his stern voice. “Are you a virgin, Shannon?”

  “Yes,” I breath, eyeing him over my shoulder. “In every way.”

  “Oh fuck,” Quinn sighs with amazement as he realizes that he popped my cherry.

  Rocco's eyes are full of fire. I'm unable to tear my gaze away from them. But in my peripheral vision, I can see his hand is still working that ridiculously big dick of his.

  “Move over,” Rocco says to Quinn.

  Quinn doesn't question him. He draws his dick out and I feel a sudden emptiness. A few moments ago I was filled to the point of overflowing with the flesh of these sweating, horny men. And I want it back, right now.

  God, I really am a little brat, aren't I. But who can blame me when I've got Daddy's friends to spoil me.

  “Don't worry,” Rocco says, reading my expression, “We're going to fill you up again, baby doll. But this is my gym, and I'm going to be the first one to stain this sweet little pussy.”

  They guide me over to the low bench along the wall. Rocco lies down on his back, and his humongous cock stands straight up like a pillar. I have to admit, I'm a bit scared of that thing, but I just have to try to ride his pole, if it's the last thing I do.

  “Come here, sweetheart,” Rocco says. “I’ve got you.”

  With Quinn holding me steady from behind I climb onto the bench and straddle Rocco’s hips. He grips my hips and pulls me down so that the head of his cock his pressed against my aching clit.

  “Rocco, I don’t know if it’s gonna fit,” I whimper.

  But I really want it to. I’m so turned on now that my inner thighs are completely slathered with my natural lubrication.

  “You can do it,” he says. “Upsy-daisy.”

  With his powerful hands, Rocco raises my hips and the pulls me down onto his cock so that my opening is pressed against the round, throbbing head.

  “Rocco,” I whine. “Please…”

  “Just relax baby doll,” he whispers. “Just let go.”

  Quinn is still holding my shoulders to help keep me steady. In front of me, Pierce is looking on with a smile of enjoyment on his face. I close my eyes and allow Rocco’s big hands to pull my hips down onto him. The supple head of his penis enters me, stretching my pussy out.

  “Rocco!” I gasp.

  “That’s it,” he breathes, a slight tremble in his voice, “That’s it.”

  My wet pussy slides farther and farther down his shaft, taking him inside me one inch at a time. My juices are oozing and dripping down his hot length, mingling with the sweat in the short crop of curly hairs at the base of his pole.

  At last, I’m sitting on him, his raw, naked cock penetrating me all the way to my absolute epicenter. I swear I can feel him behind my belly button

  “Oh, Rocco, you feel so big inside me,” I murmur.

  “Shit, baby,” he groans in ecstasy, “You’re so fucking tight it’s unreal.”

  “Does it feel good?” I ask him. I’m worried I might be too tight for his enormous dick.

  “Good?” Rocco snorts. “Sweetheart, your little pussy feels just like heaven.”

  Rocco’s words of praise set loose a swarm of butterflies in my tummy. I let his hands guide me, rising up his shaft and then descending to let him fill me up once again with his incredible length.

  As I start riding Rocco’s dick, Pierce steps forward and strokes my cheek tenderly. Keeping one hand on Rocco’s broad hairy chest to balance myself, I reach out with my other hand to tug on Pierce’s gorgeous erection. He’s not as big as Rocco, but the smooth shape of his penis is just too yummy, and I want it back inside my mouth right this minute.

  “I want to swallow you, Pierce,” I moan as I take him back inside my mouth.

  He pulls my damp hair back from my face, holding it like a ponytail which he uses as a handle to fuck my face onto his throbbing member.

  “You’ve got such a talented little mouth,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice.

  They’re doing it to me again, lavishing me with praise while they use my body for their pleasure. I don’t know what I want more—to please these handsome and loving older men or the enjoy the orgasm that I can already feel brewing in my depths.

  Not to be left out, Quinn kneels on the bench behind me and presses his shaft—still dripping wet from my pussy—against the crack of my ass. As I fuck Rocco’s giant dick, the spread-out cleft of my ass works up and down Quinn’s dick.

  “God, I’ve just gotta sample this perfect little hole,” Quinn groans as he presses the tip of his dick against my anus.

  I yelp onto Pierce’s cock as Quinn’s head pops inside me. Holy crap.

  “Just relax,” he soothes me, running his hand over my shoulders. “Open up for me, sugar.”

  I don’t know how the heck I’m supposed to relax with three rock hard dicks inside my body, but I try. I give myself over to the sensory overload and lose myself in the moment. My tight little butthole loosens, letting Quinn’s fat, lubed-up cock slide into me.

  “Fuck…” Quinn groans as he bottoms out inside me.

  This is really happening. My daddy’s friends are inside all of my holes at once. I’m completely stuffed. The feeling of fullness is like nothing I’ve experienced before.

  The sounds echoing through the steam room are so raunchy. The three men are grunting like beasts as the fuck me and use my body for their enjoyment. There is the steady slap of wet skin as Quinn and Rocco pound me, and wet slurping sounds are issuing from my mouth as I try to suck Pierce’s dick all the way to the root without gagging.

  “You’re so beautiful,” Rocco says as he fucks me. I’ve never heard his voice so soft and soothing before. “You’re such a good girl, Shannon.”

  “Oh fuck,” Quinn groans behind me, his voice tight. “Fuck, I can feel you moving inside her.”

  God that’s so hot. They can actually feel each other moving inside my body. The exquisite tension is building and building inside me. My fingernails grip into Rocco’s rock hard chest. I’m clinging onto him for dear life, trying to hold out as long as I can. I don’t want to finish until I’ve pleased my men first.

  Quinn is the first to unload. My little butthole is just too tight for him to hold out any longer, and I feel the liquid warmth of his seed spreading inside me as he cries out in pleasure.

  “Of fuck, Shannon,” he moans behind me. “Oh fuck baby girl.”

  Almost at the same moment, Pierce grunts and spends himself inside my thirsty mouth. Geysers of hot cum flood my mouth with his salty flavor. I swallow as much as I can, but I’m gasping and breathing heavily with exertion. I have to pull myself off of him, and he strokes his cock as the last few spurts streak across my face and into my hair.

  Now I have Quinn’s and Pierce’s hot cum in my ass and in my belly. That just leaves one.

  “All right, baby girl,” Rocco pants with a cocky grin. “Are you ready to cum around my cock?”

  I nod down at him, my face a hot mess of sweat and cum.

  Although I’m on to
p of him, I’m not really riding him anymore. He is gripping my waist, holding me still as he thrusts his pelvis up, fucking into me hard. My whole body jolts as he pounds me. I throw my head back and Quinn grips me from behind, clutching my hair and reaching around to fondle my breasts as his dick drools the last of his load onto my tailbone.

  “I’m going to mark your little pussy,” Rocco grunts as his thrusts become harder and faster.

  I know we shouldn’t. I’m not on the pill and we’re not using any protection. His raw cock is naked inside me. But I don’t care. I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. I want to be bred by this alpha stud while his buddies look on.

  “Yes,” I pant as I rake my nails down his abs, which are twitching with his impending release. “Cum inside me, Rocco. Ruin my little pussy.”

  A low rumbling growl comes from his throat as he plants himself deep in my core. Flowing warmth spreads through me as he paints the walls of my pussy with his hot, sticky cum.

  The tension that has been building inside me erupts and intense waves of pleasure ripple through my muscles. I shiver with spasms of ecstasy, and Quinn holds me tight to keep me from collapsing.

  “Oh yes,” I breathe, barely able to form the words, “Yes, yes…”

  Rocco is still making animalistic grunts as he pumps into me forcefully a few more times. Now our friction is lubricated with his abundant load of semen, and at the top of each thrust, he spurts even more of it into me. I’m overflowing with it. It oozes from me in thick glops that drip onto Rocco’s pelvis to mix with our sweat and my own thick secretions.

  “Good…girl…” At last, he finishes. His cock pulses one last time and then he relaxes. My body goes limp and I collapse onto his sweat-beaded chest. Quinn runs his hands over my steam-slick backside as Pierce pets my wet hair back from my eyes.

  I just lie there for a few minutes catching my breath, enjoying the sensual warmth of the steam and my three steamy men.

  At last Quinn lifts me up.

  “Come on, princess. Let’s hit the shower and get you cleaned up.

  Quinn leads me by the hand to the shower room as Rocco and Pierce follow after. The cool, cleansing blast of the showerhead is so refreshing after the enveloping warmth of the steam room.

  All three of them clean me together, their six hands lathering me with soap and exploring every crevice of my body as they wash away the evidence of our dirty deeds.

  But there’s no washing away the memory of being shared by my Daddy’s buddies. And there’s no washing away the loads they left inside my body.

  I know that Rocco might have gotten me pregnant, and I should be freaked out by that, but I’m not. The whole time he and the other guys are washing me down, his eyes are locked with mine in the most intense gaze of love. I know he’ll take care of me no matter what happens. I know all of them will.

  They own me now, and I couldn’t be in better hands.

  “Did I do good for my first time?” I ask.

  “Sugar, you were perfect,” Quinn whispers as he soaps my breasts. “You’re a natural.”

  “So does this mean I’m allowed in the steam room from now on?” I ask.

  Rocco flashes me a rare smile.

  “Well,” he says as he lathers my belly where he planted his seed in me. “That depends on whether you’re going to be a good girl or a bad girl.”

  I return his smile.

  “I’ll be anything you want me to be,” I say as I get down on my knees in the shower. “But I’ve really worked up an appetite from all that exercise.”

  All three of their bare, wet cocks hoist again around my face.

  “And you’re always telling me I need to get plenty of protein,” I add with a wink.

  Pierce strokes my cheek.

  “Baby, when you’re good, you’re very good,” he says, “but when you’re bad you’re even better.”

  Protective Fighter

  1. MAUREEN

  Jared is going to fucking ream my ass if I’m late again.

  I pick up my pace from a brisk walk to a jog. The soles of my sneakers scuff lightly on the sidewalk with each step and I start to break a sweat beneath my sweatpants and hoodie.

  Man, I wish that Jared’s gym wasn’t in such a shitty part of the city. I’m always a bit on edge in this part of town. I can feel eyes glaring at me from the shadows. Then again, I may just be imagining things.

  Anyway, I can definitely hold my own in a fight. And most of the people around here are aware of that. They see me passing by every night of the week, and they see the logo on the back of my hoodie for Jared’s gym. His gym is the most renowned in the city, and everyone knows that his pupils are not to be messed with—even a seemingly innocent young girl like me.

  Jared is a martial arts and self-defense instructor, and he’s my personal trainer. He was also my Daddy’s best friend when he was still alive. They were Marines, and they fought together overseas. Jared was there at the end when Daddy…

  I shake the thought out of my mind. This is no time to be sentimental. I’m running late for my personal training session at Jared’s gym. And he hates when I’m late. He always rides me hard, but if I’m late, I know I’ll be in for some real punishment.

  My sneakers skid to a halt on the concrete, and I stop for a moment, bathed in the cold light of a street lamp. I’ve stopped in front of a dark alleyway.

  The thing is, I know if I follow my usual route on the sidewalk, I’ll definitely be late. But if I were to take a little shortcut through this dark alley, well, I just might make it there in time.

  I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t.

  I mean, this is exactly the kind of thing Jared is always telling me to avoid. If I go down this alley, I’ll be putting myself in a very precarious situation. The first key to self-defense is to stay away from dangerous situations. And this alleyway seriously looks like a mugging waiting to happen. Or maybe something even worse.

  I peer into the darkness, trying to discern if there is anybody down there.

  You know what, fuck it. If Jared really wanted me to stay out of dangerous situations, then maybe he shouldn’t have his damn fighting gym in such a bad part of the city. Anyway, I can’t stand here all night trying to make up my mind. If I want to be on time, then it’s now or never.

  And the alley isn’t that long. I can see the light of the adjacent street on the far end.

  I decide to go for it, marching into the alley at a brisk pace.

  As soon as I step into the darkness between the two towering brick walls, I start to regret my decision. But I keep going. I instinctively ball my hands into fists, just in case.

  God, Jared would really chew me a new one if he saw me doing this right now. A pretty young girl walking alone through a dark alleyway in the middle of the night in a bad part of town.

  Jared is super protective of me, and he has been for years. When he came back from his tours of duty, he took care of my mom and me. I never knew for sure, but I think that he promised Daddy he would look after us. I think that was Daddy’s dying wish.

  Mom was a widow and a single mom, so she really had her hands full, and having Jared around to help with man things was a big deal. He would fix things around our apartment when they broke, and sometimes he would just hang out and keep us company.

  It was like he was my second Daddy. As far as I can tell, he was never romantic with my mom. But I know she liked having him around just for the sake of having a masculine presence in the house.

  And good God was he a masculine presence. Jared is an alpha male all the way. Big and burly, his body is laden with thick slabs of muscle. After he retired from the Marines, he competed for several years as a mixed martial artist before opening his own gym to coach the next generation of fighters and give self-defense lessons to the general public.

  I’m suddenly startled out of my reverie by a scuttling sound beside me in the alleyway. I jump a little, and my body tenses, preparing for a fight. But it’s just a rat s
currying from one heap of rubbish to another.

  I’m about halfway through the alleyway now. I pick up the pace a little. This was a bad idea, but hopefully the shortcut will get me to my training session on time.

  I meet with Jared nightly for one-on-one self-defense sessions. Most people would pay a fortune to train one-on-one with a master like him, but he gives me lessons pro bono since I’m his little girl. Okay, actually, I’m not that little anymore—I mean, I’ll be starting my second year of college in a few weeks.

  But Jared insists on the classes. I think it’s part of his protective nature. He knows he can’t be around all the time to watch over me twenty-four-seven, so he wants to make sure I can take care of myself.

  The classes are grueling, but I still look forward to going—well, most nights that is. Jared is a super stern teacher, but whenever he praises my technique I get a little thrill of excitement that tingles through my body. There’s just something about getting approbation from a tough and mature alpha male.

  And if I’m going to be completely honest, there’s more to it than just that. I’ve got a pretty big crush on Jared, and I that’s been the case for about as long as I can remember. When I was a little girl, I would dream about marrying him and being his little princess.

  Of course that could never happen. Jared is totally off-limits, and he’s old enough to be my Daddy. Besides, a total silverback of a man like Jared could have his pick of any woman he wants. Hell, he could have a whole harem. Why would he want a young, innocent girl like me?

  Still, the little girl inside me likes to hold onto the dream, even if that is all it is—a silly little dream.

  I’m nearing the end of the alleyway when suddenly I hear another noise from behind me. This time it is definitely not a rat. It’s not a loud sound, but I can sense the weight behind the swift movements. I’m not alone.

  The hairs on the back of my neck bristle.

  Before I can turn around, a powerful arm wraps around my neck. My heart starts drumming like a speed-ball punching bag, and an electric rush of adrenaline fills my body.

  Don’t panic Maureen. You’ve trained for this. It’s time to let this fucker know that he’s messing with the wrong girl.