TABOO SHORT STORIES 48(128)

We land back ashore and put the boat on the rack under the large oak tree. We head into the house and I go upstairs to change clothes. I hear them laughing and talking downstairs. They are a wonderful family. I leave my bra off because the sun is setting, and my sun burn is starting to set in. I rub lotion over my shoulders and arms. I pumped more into my hand and rubbed it over my large breasts. I smoothed it into my nipples and down onto my stomach. It was slowly taking away the steam from my sunburn and relaxing me more. I pull on a large t-shirt and some comfortable shorts to head downstairs. “No, we need more” Jason is saying as I come downstairs. “Okay, there’s a store about 15 miles from here. I can run and get some”. “Get the sweet and spicy kind” Jason adds. “The red bottle” Marley asks. “No, the brown bottle”. “They don’t have a brown bottle” Marley counters. “Yes, on the bottom shelf”. “No, I don’t know what you’re talking about”. “Fine, I’ll go with you”. Jason slides on his sandals by the door and grabs his hat. “You wanna come babe” he looks at me. “No, my sunburn is eating me alive. I’ll just stay here”. I lay on the couch and turn on the TV. “Suit yourself”. Marley grabs the keys off the counter and kisses Tracey. “We will be right back” she adds. They both walk out and shut the door behind them.

The TV talks about what is coming on next when Tracey sets down beside me. I scoot over and pull my legs onto the couch. “How did you enjoy the day” Tracey asks, without looking at me. “It was fun” I reply. “I got sunburnt, but it feels good when I put lotion on”. “Oh, do you need more lotion” he questions. “No, I have enough” I say, cutting my eyes towards him. He chuckles a bit and turns his attention back to the TV. I start to rub my legs together, making sure he sees them. He reaches over and lays his hand on my knee. “You don’t know what you do to me” he says, rubbing my leg. “Oh, I think I do” I say. I take my opposite leg and throw it over him, setting on his lap. “Show me what I do to you” I seductively whisper. I grab a hand full of his gray and white hair and pull it back, tilting up his chin to me. I kiss him hard on the mouth, slipping my tongue in his mouth. He moans and grabs my ass with both hands. “I want to taste that sweet pussy” he whispers in my ear. I turn and shove him down on the couch. I stand up and pull my shorts down. I have one some white, lacey underwear that ride up my ass. I pull off my shirt and drop it to the ground.

My sunburn chest shows with my big, white breasts. I slip my thumb into my underwear and slide them down. I straddle him and kiss him, rubbing my clit on his swim trunks. I pull off his shirt and throw it to the ground. “How bad do you wanna suck on my tight pussy, huh?” “Put it in my mouth, now”. I crawl up him and straddle his face. I look down at him through my breasts and bite my lip. He reaches up and kisses my clit. He kisses it again and again. He spreads my lips with his and rolls his tongue on my clit. “Oh God Tracey yes” I say, arching my back. He circles my clit with a flat, relaxed tongued. Oh, it feels good. I start to grind my hips to scrub it against his scratchy chin. I can feel my wetness rolling down my inner thighs. I start to hump his mouth, rolling my body with each flick of his tongue. I lean forward so he can get deeper. His face chin is covered with my wetness. My pussy glides around his mouth. He’s licking, sucking, and slurping me up. It’s so erotic. I hump harder and lean over, grabbing the arm of the couch for support. I moan out loud and reach down to grab his hair. I shove his face in my pussy and scream as I cum. He sucks my clit, letting me cum down his chin and neck. He moans underneath me, vibrating my whole pussy. My body is shaking.

He stops and pushes me off. I stand up and he gets up behind me. He bends me over the arm of the couch. He drops his swim trunks, showing his thin, veiny cock. He rubs his fingers through my wetness and starts to spread it on my asshole. “Yes, Tracey take it”. He slides his dick into my asshole. Yes. Fuck yes. Jason fucks me in the ass all the time. He starts to go slow. He slides his long sick in my ass. Oh, his did is much longer than Jason’s. He can’t get all the way in, but he pulls out and pushes right back in. He’s stretching my asshole out and it feels so good. I arch my back so he can get in deeper. I throw my ass against him. “God, you’re tight” he keeps fucking my ass. He is pounding me in, no mercy. I am bouncing up against the couch, my sunburn scraping the leather. The sweet bite turns me on more.

He reaches around and starts to fuck my clit with his fingers. He’s moving so furiously, his hand on my clit, his other hand on my shoulder, pulling me to him. Oh fuck. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming” I shout, he slips his thumb in my tight pussy hole. “Yes, baby that’s it. Squeeze me”. His thumb presses down, shooting cum out and into the floor. “You’re squirting for me baby”. He pulls his hand out and grabs both hips. He’s fucking me hard and fast. It hurts but I want it. “Oh Kimber. Oh Kimber. Yes. Yes. Yes!” He starts to cum inside me. His hot load is filling my asshole. He uses it as lube to keep fucking faster. “Yes Tracey, fuck me” I scream. He slams into me one last time, shoving his dick as far in as he can go. He collapses on top of me, breathing heavy. He is kissing my shoulder. His hot breath is on my neck. Man am I sore. He slowly pulls out, plopping a load of cum into the floor.

“I should probably get cleaned up, before they come back” he heads into the kitchen to wash himself. He comes back with an olive-green dish towel. He cleans up the cum and drops it into a basket in a closet at the back of the room. I go into the downstairs bathroom and clean myself up. I take some tissue and wipe my pussy clean. With every swipe over my clit I twitch with pleasure. Fuck, I have to get it together before they come back. I take a deep breath and splash some water on my face.





MY STUDENT SQUIRTS




Chapter 1

My name is Natalya. I’m a newly arrived 20-year-old exchange student from the northern region of Russia and excited about beginning university classes tomorrow, here in beautiful, sunny southern California. As I had hoped, I have found life here to be fantastically different than back home. Two weeks ago, I rushed through the Norilsk Alykel Airport to catch my plane bundled in a heavy coat and weighed-down by heavy knee-high boots. Today, I’m totally relaxed and supremely comfortable in my new sheer, pale-white blouse, very tight and very short denim skirt and a pair of simple sandals I purchased during my first shopping trip yesterday.

This new wardrobe suits me wonderfully. The blouse I picked out is simple and very sheer. I’m not wearing underwear and the translucent material provides tantalizing silhouettes of my large, full tits in the bright afternoon sun. I love the way my movements cause them to jiggle and shake so obviously, and I’m getting turned on by the feel of the delicate fabric continuously rubbing against my large, succulent nipples. It keeps them hard and makes them protrude for all the world to see.

I’m happy to be in America for several very good reasons, but the best of all reason is the sexual freedom I plan to enjoy and exploit to the fullest here. That’s the reason I rejected the offer to live with a host family. I do not intend to be accountable to anyone but myself regarding my schedule, my late-night hours, or who I spend them with. Dorm life is going to suit me just fine. Valerie, my roommate, is cool with it. In fact, her idea of freedom matches mine just fine and I’m sure we’re going to get along just fine.



The past week has been hectic. Between registering for classes and moving into my dorm room, I haven’t had a moment to myself … until today. The afternoon sky is ablaze with glorious, warm sunshine. A comfortable, cool breeze is blowing in from the ocean, just two blocks away. On my way home from the bookstore, I decided to take a few moments to just relax and enjoy a large cappuccino and a dark chocolate biscotti at a table on the sidewalk out front. Classes begin tomorrow, but for the rest of today I am free to do as I please. So I’m sipping my tantalizing drink and dipping my biscotti to soften it before savouring its wonderful flavour.

“Who is this?” I ask myself with raised eyebrows when I catch sight of a tall, handsome 30-something hunk of a man approaching. The closer he gets, the more gorgeous I see he is. This beautiful man is about six feet tall, blonde, wavy hair that just covers his ears and the back of his neck. He’s too busy reading a book to notice me, but I can’t miss his incredible green eyes behind a very masculine-looking pair of glasses. Lucky for me he’s wearing a white muscle shirt that fits him like a muscle shirt is meant to fit a man with his muscles. He’s got a flat stomach that slopes perfectly down below his belt to a pair of slim hips. He’s wearing khaki cargo shorts and you’d have to be blind not to be excited to see that his calves are as solid and veined as his arms. As he passes, I see the cheeks of his ass ride nicely in the shorts and I have to shift my legs just to lessen the twitch I feel in my pussy.

He turns into the coffee shop and that’s my cue to get a refill. I fall in line behind him and I am immediately caught-up in the unmistakable fragrance of his cologne. I lower my cup to bask in the smell of him. I haven’t even met this man and he’s driving me crazy! I try to distract myself by looking at the thermal mugs on the counter so as not to stare at him in case he happens to turn around. It obviously does the trick because I don’t hear him thank the clerk for his coffee and I’m oblivious when he turns to leave and walks smack into my half-full cup of cappuccino.