TABOO SHORT STORIES 48(126)

Marley is standing at the counter, preparing a cooler of food for the road. “Hey, can I get you something specific for the drive” she asks. “No, thank you” I reply, setting at a tall bar stool opposite of her. The cool stool is inviting on my warm thighs. The leather couch makes my legs sweat. She walks to the fridge and opens it, asking if I would like something to drink. “Two bottles of water, please. For Jason and I”. She grabs two frosty bottles and sets them on the counter in front of me, reaching across the sink. The island was large, about three feet between us. Tracey comes strolling in. He sets down at a stool beside me. “What are you girls talking about” he says, looking at Marley. “Girl talk only” Marley snips, chuckling to herself. Tracey looks at me and smiles that sexy smile. I cross my legs. Man does he make me hot. Marley is busying wrapping sandwiches in the cooler when Tracey reaches over and places his hand on my bare thigh. What is he doing?! Marley is right there! He looks at Marley and asks her what kind of sandwiches she’s making. My heart picks up the pace. My face is starting to flush; I can feel it. He glides his fingers in small circles on my thighs as she talks. He slides his hand up my leg and brushes back the edge of my shorts. Oh God.

He reaches his fingers under my shorts. Marley is still focused on the ham and turkey. He is reaching over to me with his left hand and keeping his right on the counter. This is so scandalous! I scoot my leg closer to him. God I’m so wet. He slips his fingers under the edge of my thong. I look over and he is biting his lip. He asks Marley to get ketchup and mustard from the fridge to put in the cooler. She turns to walk away, and he slips a finger in my underwear. He is rubbing my hairy pussy. The top. The sides. The lips. All around it. I am starting to drip through my pussy lips. I hear Jason yelling at the TV in the other room. It makes my pussy clench. This is so scary. He parts my lips and starts to rub my clit. Just like my dream. I shifted in my seat to give him a better angle. Yes, right there. His fat finger feels so good on my hot, wet clit. I bite my tongue, so I don’t moan out loud. He slides down and slips his middle finger in my hole. “Oh” I say out loud. It was so surprising, exciting. What were we doing? Marley looked up. Tracey kept his finger still. “Everything okay” Marley asked. “Yeah” I huffed. “I just remembered I wanted some . . . mayo . . . with my sandwich”. “Oh, of course” Marley replied. She turned to go back to the fridge. He slipped another finger in. “Mmm” I reply. I don’t think Marley heard me. I start to tremble in my chair. God this is so good. He keeps up this agonizing pace. Slow. Sliding. In. Out. I can’t handle it.

I put my hand on his to try and stop him. “Hun” Tracey says to Marley. “Can you run to the car and make sure my briefcase isn’t in there” he asks. “Sure babe” she turns and walks out the back-double doors. As soon as she disappears from the back window he stands up, turns my stool around facing him, and shoves his fingers in me all the way up to his knuckle. “O- “I start to scream. He covers my mouth with his hand. He starts fucking me hard. His hand shoving in and out of me quickly. “Cum for me baby, cum on me”. He goes faster and faster. He’s rocking the stool. I cum. You can hear the sweet, sticky cum sloshing around his fingers. He slows his pace and curves his fingers inside me, slowly rubbing the inside of my walls. Milking me for more cum. My eyes roll back in my head and my body is shaking. He pulls out of me, slides my chair around facing back to the counter, and turns to walk away.

I’m setting there, out of breath, setting in my own puddle of cum, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. Where did he go? The back door opens, making me jump, and Marley walks in. “Where did he go” she asks. “Um . . . I’m not sure. He walked that way” I say, nodding to the far hallway on the left. She disappears into the hallway. I jump up, run over to the sink, and grab some paper towels. I wet them and clean myself up as quickly as possible.

Jason walks into the kitchen. “You never brought my water” he chuckles. He grabs one off the counter and sets in the stool that I was just finger fucked in by his dad. My face flushes red. “Why is your face so red” he asks. “Oh, I just got a bit hot, that’s all.” “You make me hot.” He sets down his water and walks over to me. Oh no. Will he notice? He wraps his arms around me and kisses me on the mouth. I kiss him back, moaning slightly because it sends a shock right down through my soaked thong. “Oh baby, round two?” He slips his hand into my shorts. What is going on today? I lean back on the counter. Shit, I’ll take it again. Like father like son. He slips two fingers in me immediately. “You’re always so wet for me, baby”. He pins me against the counter. I can hear Marley talking in the other room. Poor Marley. She has no idea what a slut I am. He fucks me hard and fast. It doesn’t take me long to cum right into his palm. He kisses me on the mouth, so I won’t moan to loud. He pulls out and hands me a napkin. I wet it and clean up again. I tell him I will need to change my underwear.

I walk to the living room where my bag is and hear something behind the door of Tracey’s office. I walk around and see Marley on the front porch talking on the phone. Jason heads up behind me and kisses my shoulder. “I’m going to hop in the shower, I love you”. He disappears up the stairs. “I love you, too” I call behind him. I walk back over to the office door and see Tracey setting in his chair. He is turned around, but slightly facing the wall. I see him vigorously moving. I check to see that Marley is still on the porch. I run back to the office, open the door quietly, slip in and shut it behind me. Tracey turns around, “What are you doing” he looks embarrassed. He has his dick in his hand. Wow. It’s just liked my dream. Thin but long. So long. I rush up to him. “Let me finish you” I say, sliding down to my knees. “My God, you’re a dirty little slut, you know that?” “I’ll be a slut for you daddy”. I slide his cock in my mouth. My head starts bobbing up and down quickly. “God yes just like that” he leans his head back and relaxes his legs. He puts his hand on the back of my head and guides my head up and down his long cock. I swirl my tongue around the tip, just like Jason likes. “Oh, I’m going to cum. Stop Kimber, stop”. He pulls my hair and I go deeper. I swallow his long cock past my tongue. “Yes Kimber. Fuck!” he whispers as he starts to shoot his load into my mouth. It’s warm, but it’s sweeter than Jason’s. I suck the cum out of his dick like I am sucking his ball sack dry. He is shivering beneath me, still spurting cum in my throat. Once he stops, I slide his cock out, sucking each bit of cum off as I go. I look up and make eye contact with him, swallowing every drop. It’s going to be a good weekend.





Chapter Three – The Cabin



The trip was long. We finally got to the cabin around 9 that night. We were all so tired from riding in the car so long. My legs and butt we’re sore from setting so long. We pulled into a dark driveway lit with two light posts. They were the old, black lantern posts. They beamed a fluorescent orange light in small circles around them. The cabin was gorgeous. Three stories with a big deck at the top. The dark wood was stained with dew. The large green door and shudders stood out, making it look even better. I was so glad to be here.



We unloaded the car, bag by bag, ending with the cooler. Jason poured out the water and ice, leaving the extra food in a bag by the front door. I grabbed mine and Jason’s bag and headed inside. The inside was just as gorgeous. The high ceilings lit up the dark brown, leather sofa. The fireplace had spider webs in it, begging to be lit. Jason came inside carrying the bag of food. “I’m going to set this in the kitchen, our room is on the second floor, up the stairs to the left”. He disappeared into the kitchen. I went up the tall staircase, running my fingers over the cool, smooth, wooden railing. At the top there were three rooms. I went to the one on the very left, which happened to be the biggest. I sat our bags by the end of the bed and sat down. Our TV was a huge flat screen, hanging on the wall opposite of the bed. The bed was soft and welcoming on my sore back. I laid down, stretching out my sore muscles. Jason came in and plopped beside me. “What do you think babe” he said, sighing. “I love it. It’s gorgeous”. My pussy was sore and swollen. Being fucked three times today was enough for me. I dozed off into a deep sleep, dreaming of long cocks and black chest hair.



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The next morning, I woke up, still in my clothes from the day before. Jason must have fallen asleep too because there was a large throw over us both and we were on top of the comforter. I stood up, stretched, and walked over to the window. My bare feet padded against the wooden floors, stopping when I saw the view. What a gorgeous view. I looked out to see the lake, reflecting the gorgeous mountains. There were green and red trees as far as you could see. The view was breath taking. I opened the window and took a deep breath of the fresh air. Just what I needed.

Jason started to shuffle in the bed. I went over and sat beside him, rubbing his back. “Mmm” he said as he stretched out. “Good morning baby” I said, watching him flip over. “Good morning” he replied, leaning up to kiss me. “I’m going to shower” I say, standing up to grab things out of my bag. “I’m going back to bed” he said, rolling over. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my bag to head to the bathroom. It was still early. The clock said 7:20 as I walked by. I was always an early bird. I walked down the hall and into a door on the right, past the stairs. It had a large stone bath tub, with a removable shower head. The stone on the wall was grey and brown behind the tub.