21 Taboo Tales

by Robin Pressley

  What the heck is going on? My first thought is that it’s a helicopter. But there’s a problem with that little theory. There is no sound of chopping helicopter blades, and there is no wind dancing the treetops. In fact, even that light, natural breeze from before has vanished, and the whole forest seems to be standing still.

  My fingers clutch tightly at the top of Braxton’s boxers, and I bury my face against his warm, muscular chest. This is too terrifying to believe.

  Suddenly, my body feels light, and my hair begins to spread and lift, moving like it’s underwater. Then I feel that strange, ticklish jump in my tummy, like when you’re on a rollercoaster or you go too fast over a bump in the road, and my body starts to lift.

  I hold on even more tightly to Braxton to keep from being pulled away. The only problem is that the same thing is happening to Braxton too.

  We’re both being lifted off the ground, pulled by some mysterious force into the light overhead.

  The light flashes even brighter, and I’m blinded for a moment. But a second later the feeling of weight returns to my body, and my feet touch down again.

  Only this doesn’t feel like the soft forest floor of dirt and dry leaves that I was standing on only a moment before. My boots settle onto a smooth surface that feels perfectly flat, and there is a dull metallic clank

  Where the heck are we?

  We’re in some kind of circular enclosure. The walls and floor are covered in panels of this weird, slightly greenish-blue metal with lines of circuitry zig-zagging across it, and mysterious nodes of turquoise light zip across the surface. Although the room is illuminated, I can’t see any source of lighting in the domed ceiling or along the walls

  Are we inside a flying saucer or something?

  That question is immediately replaced, however, by another, much more pressing mystery.

  Where have our clothes gone?

  A moment ago, Braxton was wearing a pair of boxer briefs and big chunky hiking boots on his feet—kind of a weird look, but oddly sexy. Well, now he’s completely naked—every inch of his perfect smooth skin and chiseled muscle on full display. I’m treated to another view of his massive dong hanging between his legs. Even now, at this most inopportune of times, I feel a pulse of desire and renewed moisture down below.

  Only this time, I don’t have any thermal undies to hide how wet I’m getting.

  Just like Braxton, all of my clothes are gone. As he turns his face toward me, his eyes dip and go wide as he sees my exposed breasts with their stiff pink peaks and the short, cropped strip of light hair over top my bare pussy.

  Maybe it’s just that my mind has been addled by whatever just happened, but I could swear that Braxton’s big dick twitches suddenly as his eyes rove over my body.

  Oh my God? Is he checking me out? At a time like this?

  Then again, the reason I was able to see his cock jump is because I was staring right at it too.

  My cheeks and the tips of my ears burn with a feeling that isn’t exactly embarrassment. In fact, I kind of like the way Braxton is looking at me, and I like the effect that my naked body seems to have on his magnificent penis. But some built-in sense of propriety tells me this is so wrong. He’s my mom’s boyfriend after all. I immediately raise one arm to cover my achingly stiff nipples, while my other hand darts between my legs to cover my thrumming sex.

  Braxton snaps out of it too, shaking his head like he’s waking up from a dream. Both of his hands cross in front of this long, swinging dong, but that’s not enough to cover it completely.

  “Lacie, are you okay?” he asks, his voice thick with concern.

  Besides not knowing where the eff I am and being butt ass naked to boot, I’m doing just dandy. Actually, a quick scan of my body tells me that I’m not hurt. In fact, I even feel like I’m charged and full of energy, like I just chugged a big iced caramel latte with two extra shots of espresso. Maybe it’s just adrenaline pumping through my veins, but it seems like something else.

  “I think I’m okay, Braxton,” I answer. “But where are we?”

  Braxton sets his strong, scruff-covered jaw and scans the room with his intelligent eyes.

  “I’m not sure honey, but I think we may be having a…”

  “A what?” I stammer.

  “A close encounter.”

  “You mean…aliens?”

  Braxton nods.

  I gulp. That’s what I was thinking too, but it seems too crazy to even believe. I was just hoping that an experienced man like Braxton might be able to come up with a less other-worldly explanation. Like, maybe we’re hallucinating or something? But we didn’t eat any mushrooms in the woods, and we seem to be seeing the same thing.

  “Braxton, I’m scared,” I whimper as my body starts to tremble.

  “It’s okay, sweetheart,” he says in a voice that’s as strong and steadfast as solid granite. “I’ll protect you, no matter what.”

  He hesitates for only a moment since we’re both naked, but he puts his arms around me and holds me close. I bury my face against the hard muscles of his chest which are covered with just the right amount of soft hair. Despite this terrifying situation, I feel a little bit better wrapped in Braxton’s powerful and protective embrace. I put my arms around his waist, letting my naked breasts press against him, my hard nipples poking into his skin.

  This time, there’s no doubt about it—his cock bucks, thumping against my tummy. I gasp but I don’t pull away. In fact, my body responds to him as if by magic, my nipples somehow stiffening into even more hardness and my pussy practically oozing with desire.

  “Braxton…” I whisper.

  But before I can say another word, there is a strange whooshing sound from one side of the circular room. In unison, both Braxton and I jerk our heads around to face the noise. Braxton’s muscles tense and harden as he squeezes me even more tightly in his protective hug.

  My eyes go wide, more from surprise than terror.

  A small humanoid being enters the room. But it doesn’t come in through a door or anything like that. Instead, it just walks straight through the wall like it wasn’t even there.

  Its body is a greenish gray color and much too small for its enormous head. As it walks toward us, its impossibly skinny arms and legs don’t seem to have knees or elbows—instead they just bend like noodles. The being’s head, which is the same color as its body, is huge and oval shaped, with a pair of enormous, glassy black eyes that cover most of its face, two pinhole nostrils, and a tiny, lipless slit for a mouth.

  In other words, it looks exactly like an alien.

  “Who the fuck are you?” Braxton snaps, “You stay away from my girl, you ugly little fucker!”

  The alien halts in his tracks and observes us both impassively. Then it raises one hand with long, narrow, noodly fingers, and its mouth slit opens to speak.

  “Very sorry about all of this,” the alien says in perfect English. Based on his voice, he sounds like a guy, although there’s nothing between his legs to support that theory. “Yeah, so…I realize that transport beam can be a little disorienting. Anyway, now that you’re here, this should only take a couple of minutes.”

  Still hugging tightly, Braxton and I give each other a quizzical look before turning to face the alien again.

  “What the hell have you done with our clothes?” Braxton demands angrily.

  “Oh don’t worry about that!” the alien answers cheerfully. “You won’t be needing them for this session, so I figured I would just expedite the process a little and remove them for you. Don’t worry, I’ll return them once everything is all said and done, so to speak.”

  The powerful muscles of Braxton’s arms flex around me, and by the way his skin heats, I can tell he’s getting really pissed.

  “Session?” He growls. “Process? What the fuck are you talking about? And who the fuck are you? You’d better start explaining this shit, and you’d better start explaining fast, pal.”

  The alien chuckles and raises both of his
weird little hands in a peace-making gesture.

  “Oh my, I’ve totally forgotten my manners, haven’t I? Please forgive me. I am Vaz of the world Voyvox Primaris. I’m here on a scientific mission.”

  Braxton grunts and juts his strong chin.

  “Oh yeah? What kind of mission? If you think you’re gonna take us away to some Martian petting zoo, you’ve got another thing coming, bud. I’ll kick your scrawny little ass into the next millennium and tear your fucking ship apart with my bare hands if I have to.”

  Braxton’s face is red, and thick veins are bulging on his neck and temples.

  “Whoa, whoa, pump the brakes, big guy,” Vaz says, sounding slightly annoyed. “Okay, first of all, I’m not Martian. I’m Voyvoxian. I literally just said that like two seconds ago. And secondly, we are currently fifty miles above Earth’s surface, surrounded by the vacuum of space, so tearing the ship apart, even if you could do so, would not be a great idea. So let’s just all take a deep breath and talk through this like the civilized sentient life forms that we are.”

  But Vaz’s words do little to calm Braxton. His muscles are still rippling with energy and his skin is scalding with anger. When he speaks, his words are choked out between clenched teeth.

  “Look, Vaz,” Braxton says, barely able to restrain his rage. “Take me with you if you have to. But leave the girl behind.”

  Vaz shakes his head, seeming to become exasperated.

  “Why are human’s always such a pain in the ass?” he mutters to himself. “Now cows—there’s a species that’s easy to work with. Cows never talk back. But humans…”

  He addresses us again.

  “You’re not listening,” he says. “I’m not going to take you anywhere. As soon as the procedure is done, I’m going to put you right back where I found you. In fact, with the use of my temporal modulator, it will be like no time has passed at all. Heck, I can even give you a memory wipe if you’d like. Some folks opt for that. It’s up to you. But I need both of you for the procedure—a male and a female.”

  “The procedure,” Braxton asks, calming slightly. “What procedure?”

  “Mating!” Vaz answers gleefully.

  “Mating?” Braxton and I both shout in unison.

  “That’s right. Mating,” he says as his weird little mouth curves into a cartoon smile. “Or sex as it’s called colloquially. You know, getting busy. Getting it on. Humping. Banging. Knocking boots. Bumping uglies. Dipping the wick. Getting a hot beef injection. Doing the old four-legged Fox Trot. Greasing the loaf pan. Passing the gravy. Polishing the porpoise. Rumbusticating. Snoodlypooping. Screwing. Shagging. Schtupping. F—“

  Braxton raises one hand to stop.

  “Okay, okay, we get the idea, Vaz. But unfortunately you’ve made a little mistake.”

  “A mistake?” Vaz sputters. He gestures toward Braxton. “But you’re a male, are you not?”

  Braxton nods. “Yeah, but—“

  Vaz ignores him and turns to me.

  “And you are a female, correct?”

  I nod too.

  “Well then what’s the problem?” Vaz asks, putting his bendy little arms akimbo.

  “The problem,” Braxton answers, “is that she is my girlfriend’s daughter.”

  “Do you mean to tell me that you’re her Daddy?” Vaz asks.

  “Well…no not technically,” Braxton admits.

  His hard, smooth muscles are still squeezed firmly against my much softer body. But what’s more, at some point in this exchange, his cock has grown into a rock-hard erection that is pressed tightly against my belly.

  “Well then what’s the big deal?” Vaz asks, throwing his arms up. “You’re both compatible. You’re both obviously highly aroused. I mean, we could have had this over with already if you weren’t being so difficult about it. Look, I’ve got fifty-seven thousand other sectors to visit this month—this month!—so if you don’t mind, let’s just get this show on the road.”

  Vaz snaps his weird little fingers and immediately a large, circular bed draped in white satin sheets materializes in the center of the room. A moment later, even more little Voyvoxians just like Vaz begin phasing in through the walls until we are surrounded by a ring of watchful aliens.

  I cower against Braxton, secretly enjoying the way his hot and hard erection presses against my tender tummy.

  “Don’t you dare touch Lacie,” Braxton snarls at the surrounding Voyvoxians, who are all staring and blinking their big glassy eyes curiously.

  “No, no, don’t worry,” Vaz waves his hand. “We won’t interfere. The inhabitants of Voyvox Primaris simply like to watch.”

  “Watch?” I ask.

  “Yes,” Vaz answers as he gestures at the assembled group. “These are my students. In order to further their, uh…understanding of humans, they are going to observe your mating habits firsthand.”

  “Yes,” another Voyvoxian says. “Observe.”

  “Watch,” another chimes in.

  Braxton’s chest expands against my cheek as he takes a deep inhale. He points at Vaz and is about to start yelling, but I place my hand against his hard pectoral muscle to stop him.

  “Wait, Braxton,” I say in a tiny voice. “It’s okay.”

  Still pointing at Vaz, he turns and looks down at me with a shocked expression, his eyes widened into circles and his mouth hanging slack.

  “Okay?” he asks. “What do you mean it’s okay, Lacie. It’s not okay. It’s totally taboo. It’s—“

  I lift my hand and press a finger to his lips. Around back, my hand that is hugging him slides lower and smooths over his rock-hard, round buttocks.

  “It’s important,” I say. “After all, it’s for the sake of galactic science.”

  I swivel my head to look at Vaz.

  “Right?”

  Vaz rubs the back of his neck nervously.

  “Uh, yeah…” he says unconvincingly. “Right…for science. Right guys?”

  He looks around at the other Voyvoxians, and they all mutter in agreement.

  Okay so maybe it’s not for science. Maybe these Voyvoxians are even bigger pervs than me. Whatever. All I know is that I have a chance to live out my dream fantasy with Braxton, and nobody but us will ever know that it happened. There’s no way I’m gonna pass that up.

  “See,” I tell Braxton, my fingers squeezing the sexy muscles of his butt. “We’d be contributing to scientific knowledge. It’s our duty.”

  “But Lacie,” he groans as beads of sweat break out along his forehead and neck. “It’s so wrong, honey. So taboo. We can’t…”

  But Braxton’s throbbing erection seems to disagree with its owner and drools a few drops of sticky precum down my belly.

  “Oh yes we can,” I whisper, releasing my hug and taking a few steps back. “In fact, I don’t think we have any choice. If we don’t do it, I bet these Voyvoxians will vaporize us.”

  “Oh my, no,” Vaz starts to say. “I mean, we’d really appreciate it if you could mate for us, but we would never—”

  I swing around and cast an angry glare in Vaz’s direction. He seems to get the message.

  “Right!” he stammers. “If you don’t mate right this instant, I’ll be forced to vaporize you both!”

  “See,” I whisper, turning back to Braxton.

  I reach down and take hold of his massive member, which is now as hard as an iron rod and pulsing with heat. I back away toward the bed, tugging at Braxton to follow me.

  “Lacie,” he whispers. “Sweetheart. Are you sure?”

  I nod and nibble my lip as I sit down on the edge of the bed and give his cock a couple good strokes, making a few more tears of precum dribble from his slit. A couple drops splatter on my wet pussy, and my body prickles with goosebumps at the thought of his fluids mingling with mine already.

  We’re going to do this. We’re going to go all the way. I feel a little ashamed that these aliens are going to watch, but I’m not going to let that stop us.

  Braxton groans as I pum
p his cock in my hand. It’s so big that my fingers can barely wrap all the way around it. He draws the back of his hand across his brow to mop the sweat that’s pretty much pouring down his face in runnels. His whole muscular body is sheened with perspiration now, and he looks just sexy as all get-out.

  “O-okay,” he stammers. “Maybe you’re right.”

  Vaz excitedly claps his odd little hands and does a little happy dance.

  “Excellent!” he chirps and takes a step back to join the others in the circle. “You may begin whenever you are ready…”

  The alien standing next to Vaz leans over and I hear him whisper, “Which one is the male again?”

  “The one standing up, of course.”

  The other alien just shakes his head and shrugs.

  “I can never tell humans apart,” he snorts

  I’m kinda tempted to let that alien know there is one easy way to identify a human male, and I’ve got an absolutely colossal example in my hand right now. In fact, it’s so big that I’m starting to wonder if I’ve bitten off more than I can chew, so to speak.

  But there’s no turning back now. I said I wanted to do this, and it’s pretty obvious from Braxton’s thumping hard-on that he wants it too. Plus our little gang of Voyvoxian voyeurs are giddy with anticipation, and I don’t want to piss them off. I feel like a whole crew of aliens with blue balls could be a dangerous thing.

  Well, okay, these little guys don’t have any balls at all, but you know what I mean.

  “All right, sweetheart,” Braxton says, smoothing my hair with his big, calloused palm. “Just lie back, baby girl.”

  My body shivers with excitement hearing him call me that. As much as I hate to let go of his gorgeous, meaty member, I do as he says and crawl backward on the bed, spreading my thighs to expose myself for him.

  “Good girl,” he whispers, crawling onto the mattress beside me.

  He tilts my face toward his and leans in, claiming my mouth in a sensuous kiss. Our moist lips seem to meld together, and I open to let his tongue penetrate and explore me. I gently raise my tongue to meet his, and we roll together, enjoying the soft, wet, slightly raspy feeling.

  “What’s going on?” I hear another Voyvoxian ask. “This mating is most unusual compared to the other earth mammals we have observed. Am I to understand that human’s genitals are located in their mouths.”