Too Big Taboo Bundle(8)

"As soon as you get out of this hospital," Mason said, "you're coming home with me."





VI.



I spent another night in the hospital, and then the doctors said I was  ready to be discharged. Mason brought me home. Within a few days I was  back to my old self, but there was tension in the air. I had kissed my  stepfather, and that was something I couldn't undo-something I didn't  want to undo.



Through the window I could see Mason working out on our back porch. He  was wearing a pair of gym shorts and no shirt and doing pushups, the  muscles in his arms and chest rippling every time he lifted and lowered  his body. Sweat was beading on his forehead and running down his nose.



I wished that my own body was underneath his, that he was dipping  himself onto me, pressing me against the floor. I felt the warm tingle  between my legs, the desire to be filled intensifying with every second  that I watched his exertion. My body was physically aching for him.



Needing an escape, I tore my eyes away from Mason and went straight to  the bathroom to take a shower. I let the water fall all over me, my  fingers caressing my wet mound, teasing apart the folds of my pussy,  desperate for sexual release.                       
       
           


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I could feel it building inside me. My body clenched. Any second now I would explode in orgasm.



But I didn't. I couldn't. It just wasn't enough.



Sighing with frustration, I turned off the water in the shower and  toweled down my naked body, my pussy aching for something more than my  own fingers. I wrapped my towel around me, careful to cover my nipples.  The little nubs were still incredibly hard, poking against the soft,  cotton towel. My wet hair hung down my back.



I opened the door to make a dash from the bathroom to my bedroom and  nearly collided with Mason, who was on his way to his own bedroom. The  evidence of his workout lingered on his muscular frame. Perspiration  glistened on his swollen, muscular chest.



There was a wolfish gleam in Mason's eyes as he looked me up and down,  his vision lingering on my breasts. I was practically melting under the  intensity of his gaze. Mason grinned and took a step back, then motioned  with his arms for me to pass.



"After you, my lady," he said.



I started to take a step toward my own door, but then I changed my mind.  I grasped the folded hem of my towel and pulled it loose in a single  motion, freeing the damp fabric. It tumbled to the floor, revealing my  nakedness. I presented myself to him, ready to submit.



Mason's eyes widened with surprise, then narrowed wickedly as they admired my curves.



"Damn, girl," he said. "You're all grown up, aren't you?"



"Yes, I am," I replied, my voice quivering.



Mason stood there for a moment, savoring the view. He was in no hurry.  Suddenly my nakedness felt unbearable. A chill passed through me, and I  shivered. My hands moved to cover my breasts, but Mason's hand shot out  and caught me by the wrist, preventing me from shielding myself.



He pulled me in close, my clean, damp breasts mashed against his hard,  sweaty chest. Mason pressed his mouth against mine so hard it almost  hurt. His kiss was adamant, demanding. My mouth parted, submitting to  him, and I gasped when I felt his rough hands grabbing my round ass,  pulling me tighter against him. He nibbled at my neck and I sighed with  pleasure. Then he picked me up by my butt, as though I was light as a  feather, and carried me to his bedroom.





VII.



Mason set me down on the bed, but instead of joining me he just stood there.



"We can't do this," he said. "I'm your father."



"Stepfather, you mean," I whispered.



"It might as well be the same thing," he replied, his voice rising.  "You're my daughter. I raised you since you were a little girl."



"I'm not a little girl any longer," I replied.



"No, you're not," he said. "Your breasts, that ass. My insides are burning, I want you so badly."



I sat up in bed, placing my small hand on his trembling chest.



"Then take me," I whispered. "Take me now."



Mason's body stiffened. His hands wrapped around my waist, drawing me  closer to him. He was still sweaty from his workout, but it had cooled  in the air-conditioning. I brushed my fingers across his taut little  nipple, watching it become erect like mine were.



Mason sighed as my fingers ran a circle around his nipple. His eyes closed, and he inhaled deeply.



"Are you sure you want this?" he asked. "There is no turning back, and I won't be able to control myself much longer."



I could see the swelling bulge of his cock tenting his workout shorts.  It gave me a funny feeling in my tummy, and my mouth watered. I wanted  to taste that juicy cock, to fill my mouth with Mason's cock, to fill my  mouth with him, suck him off and drink his cum.



Instead of answering his question I grabbed his shorts and raked them  down his legs, freeing his thick and growing erection just inches away  from my face. I touched Mason's abdomen, running my fingers down the  muscled contours of his tummy, then cradled my fingers around his shaft,  gently stroking him, my fingers milking the shaft, dreaming of his  seed. I kissed his swollen tip and nibbled him, then opened my mouth and  accepted him in. My lips ran up and down his shaft as Mason groaned.



"God damn that's good, Chloe," he muttered as he ran his hands through  my hair, gently pulling me farther onto his dick. "Oh, shit," he sighed.



I loved the taste of his cock in my mouth, to feel its fullness against  my tongue, pushing toward my throat. The way he dominated my mouth with  his cock, it turned me on so much that I was dripping wet, my pussy  aching to be filled.



I sensed his body tightening. His ass clenched, and he thrust deeper  into my mouth and let out a ragged moan as he blew his load. The hot,  sticky jism spurted down the back of my throat, and I gasped in  surprise, swallowing him down. He shot again, spraying my face with his  white seed.                       
       
           


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I was so excited, my mind racing. I couldn't stop licking my lips, enjoying the taste of my stepfather's cum.



"Fuck that felt good," Mason said. "You're a naughty little girl, aren't you?"



"Yes, sir," I beamed.



"I'll teach you to run away from home."



Mason seized me and threw me over his knee. His open palm came down hard  on my bare ass, the loud "thwack" echoing across the bedroom as he  spanked me.



"This is for running away," he said, his hand striking my bottom again.  The surge of pain ricocheted from the red mark he left on my skin.



"This is for your sass," he smacked me harder and I gasped out loud, my  flailing body still draped over his knee. The pain felt so good, and I  was getting so riled up.



"And this is for being especially naughty and seducing your own stepfather," he smirked.



I felt his palm and each of his five rough fingertips come down on my  ass, the surge of pain and pleasure. My mind was racing and my body was  wholly and entirely his to do with as he pleased. My passion was  building so fast I thought I was about to explode.



Mason ran his hands over the red marks on my ass, cradling the curve of  my butt, sliding back. My breaths were short and ragged, the intensity  of his spanking still occupying my only thought.



His fingers found my slit. I was already dripping wet and still draped  over his knee. Mason stroked my mound, his fingers exploring inside me.  When he touched my clit the orgasm erupted, my body shuddering as I  moaned.



Mason smacked my ass and I screamed.



"Fuck me," I moaned. "Oh, my God, fuck me now."



Mason smacked my ass again. "You don't tell me what to do," he said. "Ask me nicely."



"Please," I begged. "Please, oh God, please. Fuck me now!"



Mason tossed me onto the bed. Before I even knew what was happening I  was on my knees and my face was being driven into Mason's pillow. My ass  was in the air and I felt the rock-hard tip of Mason's cock rubbing  against my folds, searching for entry. My pussy was dripping wet,  soaking his dick. He worked himself past the outer lips of my pussy and  pressed hard against my inner slit, trying to push through.



"It's too big," I screamed. "It won't fit."



"Oh, it will fit," he smirked. "I'll make it fit."



My back arched and Mason thrust viciously inside me, stretching me open,  ripping me apart. My vision went blurry as I cried into his pillow. My  body was erupting in pain and pleasure, and my hands frantically reached  for something, anything, to grab hold of.