Taboo Christmas Page 12

"Oh, Zoey," I groaned as she wrapped her hands around my shaft. Her fingers were as soft as silk as she stroked me.

  "You have such a wonderful penis," she whispered. "So big, so perfect."

  Precum began to gather at my tip. It trickled down Zoey's knuckles. Part of me wanted her to jerk me fast and make me cum. Another part wanted her to go slow so I could savor this moment forever.

  She leaned close and rubbed the head of my dripping penis against one of her erect nipples.

  "That feels so good," I moaned.

  "You know what feels even better?" she said, licking her lips and bending lower.

  My heart pounded in my chest as I watched Zoey spit on the head of my cock and let the saliva run down my shaft. I gasped as her pouty lips wrapped tight around me. Holy fuck! Zoey was giving me a blowjob! I could see the outline of my penis against the inside of her cheek. Her upturned eyes never left mine as she bobbed up and down, pumping and sucking me.

  Zoey's heavy breasts swayed beneath her. I could feel the hard scrape of her nipples against my thighs. Her ass was raised high in the air. Through the mirror's reflection I could see the puckered opening of her anus, and her swollen, dripping cunt. My cock grew even harder in her mouth.

  "Zoey, I'm gonna cum," I panted. I tried to wriggle away from her.

  She put her hands on my legs to hold me still. "No, baby," she said, lifting her head. "Stay right where you are. Just relax. You can cum in my mouth, it's okay."

  "Are you sure?"

  Instead of answering, she opened wide and took me so deep that her nose nuzzled against my pubic hair.

  I groaned and slumped against the side of the bathtub as she bobbed faster and faster. The confined space of the bathroom was filled with the sensual sounds of sucking. I gripped my sister's head in my hands. I was on the verge of unleashing my seed deep into her throat.

  At that exact moment the doorbell rang.

  Zoey pulled off me with an abrupt plop. "Dammit!" she said. "Don't tell me the guests are here already!" A strand of saliva still connected my penis to her lower lip. She scrambled to her feet and grabbed her towel. "Quick! Go answer it!"

  "What? I'm not going to the door with a boner!"

  "Well I can't go. I'm naked!" The bell rang again. Zoey looked panicked. "Tuck your cock into your jeans and get out there!"

  Easier said than done.

  An unmistakable bulge strained the front of my pants as Zoey pushed me into the hallway. I made a quick detour to the dining room, and grabbed the serving platter to hold in front of my crotch.

  As I greeted Aunt Mavis at the door, I explained that I was in the middle of setting the table.

  "Well don't let me interrupt you," she said. "I'll keep out of your way and wait in the living room."

  The rest of the family arrived soon after. When we finally sat down to eat, Zoey made no mention of the fact that I'd changed the place cards around. She and I were sitting side-by-side. Aunt Mavis was relegated to the kiddies' table.

  Midway through the meal, Zoey touched my arm and said, "Ryan, I dropped my napkin. Will you grab it for me?"

  When I ducked under the table, my sister spread her legs apart. She was wearing a mini-skirt. From my vantage point I could see she hadn't put on any underwear. Her slit glistened. I couldn't resist reaching between her thighs and stroking my middle finger across her cunt to catch a few droplets.

  Zoey moaned.

  I heard someone ask if she was all right.

  She cleared her throat. "Um, yes. Everything's fine. I really love these mashed potatoes."

  I grinned and licked Zoey's cum off my finger. "Here's your napkin," I said, popping up from below.

  "Thanks, bro."

  Throughout the meal, when no one was looking, Zoey would reach over and possessively cup my crotch. I'm sure it was no accident that the blouse she wore was buttoned so low. Every time she leaned forward to take a bite of her food, I caught an enticing glimpse of her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her brown nipples were as hard as pebbles.

  "Ryan, will you help me in the kitchen with the dessert?" she asked.

  I kept my napkin tucked into the front of my jeans to conceal my erection as I stood up.

  The moment the kitchen door swung shut behind us, we were on each other like a pair of tigers. Our tongues thrashed in each other's mouths; our hands clawed at each other's clothing.

  "I need you, right now," I growled and pushed her across the counter on her belly.

  "No, Ryan, we can't," she panted as I flipped up her skirt and pressed my engorged cock against her buttocks. "We have to wait until everyone's gone. We have to serve the pie first!"

  "There's only one piece of pie I want to eat right now," I said as I pulled her cheeks wide and crouched behind her.

  I pressed my mouth to her cunt and slurped at her wetness. She whimpered as I dragged my tongue from the nub of her clit all the way around to the rim of her anus.

  "Oh, Ryan," she moaned, "you have no idea how many times I've fantasized about this!"

  I was about to reach down and unzip my jeans, when I heard the kitchen door swing open. Zoey stood up abruptly. I kept my mouth firmly pressed between her cheeks.

  "Do you need any help in here, dear?" Aunt Mavis asked.

  Zoey struggled to keep her voice steady as I swirled my tongue around her puckered asshole.

  "W-we've got everything under control."

  "Where's Ryan? I thought he came in here with you."

  "He, uh ... he went to the basement to get more ice from the freezer."

  "Then let me help you slice the pie."

  Zoey's legs trembled. If Aunt Mavis stepped behind the counter and saw what was going on, she'd have a coronary. To my surprise, Zoey was growing even wetter than before. Was the fear of being caught turning her on?

  "No, Aunt Mavis, that won't be necessary. Please go back to the table and sit down. As I said, Ryan and I have everything under control here."

  "If you insist, dear."

  Zoey slumped against the counter and pushed my head away. "Why did you keep licking me," she gasped. "I nearly came in front of our aunt! You're going to get us into serious trouble, you naughty boy."

  I shrugged. "You tasted so good. I couldn't help myself."

  There was a hungry look in her eye as she reached down and grabbed me by the collar. "Come with me, quick!"

  We hurried to the guest bathroom. She pushed me onto the toilet seat and straddled me. I tugged at my belt buckle. My cock sprang free, red and pulsing with desire.

  Zoey was breathing hard as she hiked up her skirt. She gripped my shaft and stroked the tip back and forth along her slit.

  I reached my hands through the opening of her blouse and cupped her breasts. Her skin prickled with goosebumps as I brushed the pads of my thumbs across her nipples.

  "Are you ready for me, baby?" she asked.

  "I was born ready!"

  She lowered herself an inch or two, letting the head of my penis nestle against her opening.

  "Oh, God, Ryan. You're so big!"

  The lips of Zoey's cunt stretched wide as she slowly impaled herself on me. She was halfway down my shaft when she paused and fixed me with a serious look. "Are you sure you want to do this? It's not too late to stop."

  "Stop teasing and fuck me, Zoey." I gasped.

  She grinned and continued to devour me with her pussy. I couldn't believe how tight she was. We were a perfect fit. It was as if our coupling was always meant to be.

  Both of us groaned as her buttocks settled into my lap. Zoey had taken me to the hilt.

  She dug her nails into my shoulders and began to move her hips up and down, slowly riding my shaft. I could see the outline of my cock moving in her belly. The wet smack of our groins was the sweetest sound I'd ever heard.

  "I can't believe it," she murmured. "We're doing it! We're actually fucking!"

  "Don't stop, Zoey. Don't stop!"

  Her eyelids fluttered and she pressed her forehead against min
e. "How could I ever think that this was wrong? I've never felt so close to you, baby. I love you so much."

  "I love you too, Zoey," I panted.

  "Oh, God! You're gonna make me cum again, baby. You're gonna make your sister cum!"

  The muscles of her cunt tightened around my cock as she bounced faster and faster on top of me. She felt so good! That's why it took all of my willpower to do what I did next.

  I wrapped my hands around her hips and lifted her off me.

  "What are you doing!" she shrieked. "I was so close!"

  I kicked off my jeans and bent her over the sink. "I want you from behind," I growled. I still couldn't get enough of my sister's ass.

  Her breath steamed the mirror in front of her. "Fuck me, Ryan," she begged. "Fuck me quick and make me cum before someone comes in and sees us."

  I glanced at the door and noticed for the first time that it wasn't locked. One of our relatives could wander in at any moment. The thought of being discovered only supercharged my boner. Precum oozed from my rod and dribbled down Zoey's crack. I smeared it around, rubbing it across her buttocks.

  "Don't make me beg, baby," she said. "Stick it in me! I need you inside me again so bad!"

  Both of us cried out as I pushed deep and took her to the root in a single, hard thrust. She was so damn wet!

  "You like that, Zoey? You like your brother's big, fat cock inside you? Who's a man now?"

  "You are," she gasped. "You're my man!"

  I gripped her hips and began to pound her hard. The flesh of her ass rippled each time I slammed into my sister. Her breasts spilled from her blouse and swayed back and forth above the sink. There was a dreamy look on her face as we watched ourselves fucking in the mirror. She'd never looked more beautiful.

  "I'm gonna cum, Zoey," I gasped. "I'm gonna cum!"

  I'd held back for so long that my balls had turned from blue to ultraviolet.

  "Do it, baby! I want you inside me. Fill my pussy! Fill your sister's pussy!"

  I grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged. Her back arched. My cock moved like a piston inside her.

  "Oh yes," I grunted. "Yes, yes, yes! Here it comes!"

  The hot surge of my seed exploded into her pussy. Zoey put a fist in her mouth to stifle her screams as I bucked inside her. A second later, she shuddered and convulsed as her own orgasm washed through her.

  I couldn't believe that I'd just turned my sister into my lover. As the muscles of her cunt milked the last drop from my shaft, I wanted nothing more than to collapse on top of her and savor this special moment. But she was quick to wriggle free and pull down her skirt.

  "What are you doing?"

  "People are gonna wonder what's taking so long for dessert to arrive," she said.

  I shot her a mischievous look. "We could always tell them that I was busy riding you."

  She gripped me by the front of my shirt and pulled me close. "Don't you dare breathe a word of this to anyone," she hissed. Then she gave me a quick kiss. "This is our little secret."

  Zoey hurried back to the kitchen and left me to pull up my pants.

  "What took so long?" Aunt Mavis asked when we finally brought the cherry pie and ice-cream to the table.

  Zoey gave me a warning look, but I had no plans to say anything. Why would I want to tell anyone that I'd just had the best sex of my life with my sister?

  * * *

  STORY 7

  Revenge. That's the first thing that popped into my mind when my husband served me with divorce papers. Especially when I found out he was having an affair with his 19-year old office intern.

  The revelation stunned me. How could he choose her—a mere child—over me, a sensual, gorgeous woman?

  It wasn't like I'd let myself go after we got married. If anything, I worked my ass off to keep my body in shape. At age 39, my skin was still soft and supple. There wasn't a trace of grey in my long, chestnut hair. And my breasts were large, firm, and one hundred percent real.

  That was more than could be said for the fake tits and peroxide tresses that the bimbo sported.

  What could the inexperienced slut offer my husband that I couldn't? My sexual appetite was ravenous, and I was a generous lover in bed. Satisfying my man had always been my first concern. So what went wrong?

  My ex never gave me a satisfactory answer.

  For months I wallowed in depression and anger. It wasn't just the divorce process that had my stomach tied up in knots. For the first time in 15 years I wasn't having sex on a regular basis. The lack of a good fucking only added to my misery.

  At my office I became a cougar on the prowl. My hungry eyes darted around as I mentally sized up my co-workers. I craved cock. I missed the sensation of a soft penis growing hard on my tongue. I adored the silky feel of a stiff shaft as I pumped it up and down in my hand. Most of all, I craved the warm gush of cum as it painted my lips and filled my eager mouth.

  If only my co-workers knew that beneath my calm, business-like exterior I was a raging bundle of horniness. It took every ounce of self-restraint to keep from dragging the nearest man into the washroom for a sucking and a fucking that neither of us would forget.

  I knew, without a doubt, that I could have slept with any man in my office.

  But I didn't.

  I was secretly saving myself. Not because I thought my husband would have a last-minute change of heart. My reason was simple. I wanted to be with a very special guy:

  My stepson, Jack.

  I know it sounds perverted. A few weeks earlier I never would have dreamed of such a taboo coupling. It was easy to think that my sudden desire to fuck my stepson was motivated by revenge. If my ex could screw a 19-year old, then so could I. And who better to take to my bed than a younger version of my husband. That would teach the cheating son-of-a-bitch a lesson.

  But that kind of vengeance was too twisted, even for a spurned woman like myself.

  No, my desire to seduce Jack had its start on the fateful day I left work early with a touch of the flu. When I came through the front door, I had no idea that Jack was at home already.

  He had a summer job with a construction company. The work was on a contract basis, so he kept odd hours.

  I put down my purse, flopped onto the living room couch, and kicked off my shoes. Little did I know, Jack was taking a shower.

  I nearly jumped out of my skin when he wandered into the living room, naked. His head was still wrapped in a towel as he dried his hair. He had no idea I was sitting in front of him.

  Until that point, I'd never seen him bare before. Oh sure, I'd bathed him when he was younger, but that had been ages ago. All of a sudden a fully grown man was in front of me. And when I say "fully grown" I do mean every part of him. Jack's cock swung back and forth between his muscular thighs, thick and heavy. I never knew an organ could be so massive. It had to be twice the size of his father's.

  I gasped and sat frozen in place, like a deer caught in the headlights. I was mesmerized, frightened, aroused—all at the same time.

  He lifted the towel from his head and leapt back in surprise. "What the hell!" he shouted and covered his groin. "What are you doing here, Mom?"

  "I came home early," I stammered. "I wasn't feeling well. What are you doing here?"

  "My shift finished early." His shoulders relaxed and he grinned at me. "You gave me quite a scare."

  "Sorry, honey."

  Rivulets of water trickled down his tanned shoulders and across his muscular pecs. The long hours he had spent working in the hot sun had done wonders for his body. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his chiseled torso.

  "Um … I should probably get dressed," he said.

  I came back to my senses and gave him a stern Mom-look. "I should think so. You're leaving a puddle on the carpet."

  He hurried across the living room with the towel still clutched to his crotch. I don't think he counted on me turning my head to watch his bare ass as he went out the door. His cheeks were ghostly pale compared to the rest of him. S
eeing his tush flex and ripple made my stomach do crazy flip-flops.

  I couldn't shake the image of Jack's body from my head for days. I was confused and concerned about the way I felt for him. Especially when I caught myself doodling pictures of his cock into the margins of my notebook during a meeting at work.

  Maggie, my assistant, had to nudge my arm and make me turn the page before any of my co-workers caught a glimpse of what I'd drawn.

  I knew I had to smarten up and get the situation under control before I said or did something inappropriate in front of Jack.

  My first priority was to take care of my crazy hormonal lust.

  That evening I went online and ordered my first dildo. I'd only ever used my fingers to masturbate. There was never a need for anything else. Until recently I'd been getting fucked on a regular basis by my husband.

  A confusing variety of shapes, sizes and colors greeted me on the website. But I had a very specific cock in mind. I wanted something that looked like Jack's.

  My knees trembled in anticipation when the package finally arrived. I was so glad I was alone at home when the delivery man came. Even though the box was unmarked and looked innocent enough, I don't know what I would have done if my son had been there. How would I have explained to him that the container held an enormous cock. A cock that bore a suspicious resemblance to the one hanging between his legs.

  I hurried to my room and unwrapped my treat. Good Lord! It was even bigger in real-life than I expected. And it looked very realistic. The flesh had a soft, spongy quality, and thick veins covered its surface. The attention to detail was amazing. The dildo had cost me a small fortune, but it was worth every inch.

  The first thing I did was place it between my lips. I had to open my mouth wider than I'd ever done before. The massive thing filled me from cheek to cheek. I slid it in and out as I tried to get used to the extra girth. The silicone surface soon glistened with my saliva. I imagined it was Jack rubbing himself against my tongue and bumping against the back of my throat.

  A growing trickle of arousal dampened my panties. I locked my bedroom door in a hurry and took off all my clothes. My nipples were as hard as pebbles when I pulled my tank top over my head.