Step-By-Step: Forbidden Taboo Box Set (2 page)

When I could tell her orgasm had subsided, I picked her up and tossed her onto my bed. I pushed her legs apart and unleashed my throbbing cock. I held it in my hand and positioned the head of it at her entrance.

“Are you sure you want this?” I asked her, though at that point I hardly gave a damn anymore.

She bit her lip and nodded, and I started to push the head inside her. She was so slick, the head slipped easily inside the opening, but as soon as it met resistance it became difficult.

“Ow!” she shrieked as I pushed against her hymen. She grasped my arms tightly as I pushed harder. “Ouch! Ohhhh, ouch! It hurts!”

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, barely able to speak and still pushing.

“No!” she gasped. “Just get it over with!”

I didn’t need any further encouragement, and I thrust forward with all my might and she screamed and dug her fingernails into my arms as I felt a pop as her hymen ripped apart and my cock plunged deep inside her.

Tears squeezed out of her eyes, and she bit her lip so hard it started to bleed slightly. I leaned forward and kissed her cheek gently, and then I began to pump in and out of her.

God, she was tight. I had never been with a virgin before, and it was the most incredible sensation I’d ever felt. Her pussy was gripping me like a vice, and it just sucked me further and further inside her.

Before long, her tears subsided and she began to moan with pleasure. I tossed her legs over her head and really started to pound her hard. She screamed out as I fucked her, and her cries of joy fuelled my own fire. I could already feel cum building up, and I was getting close to releasing it.

“Mmmm,” I groaned. “Tammy, you’re so tight!”

“You feel so good!” Tammy cried. “Fuck me harder!”

I plunged harder, faster, deeper. She tangled her fingers in my hair and pulled as she moaned louder. Her pussy began to pulse around my cock, and her eyes rolled back in her head as she started to cum all over me.

I couldn’t hold on any longer. My cock throbbed wildly, then started to twitch. My cum began to spew inside her. I knew I should pull out, but the thought of leaving her tight, wet hole was unbearable, and I was feeling so good it was utterly indescribable. I groaned deeply and sank my teeth into her shoulder as pleasure washed over my entire body.

Cum continued to spurt inside her, and she was panting as her own orgasm began to subside. Finally, I’d filled her to the brim with my cum and I pulled out. Glancing down, I noticed my cock was covered in her blood.

“Jeremy, I love you,” she whispered into my ear, making me shiver.

“I love you, too,” I admitted.

I knew things would never be the same between us, but something told me that was a VERY good thing!

By Jenevieve DeBeers

© Copyright 2012, Jenevieve DeBeers, All Rights Reserved

Randy Gibson heard a grunt and crash outside the front door.  His breath caught, knowing it could mean only one thing.  Mercy was home early.  He's had a crush on her since the day their parents introduced them, and announced their impending marriage.  That was three years ago.

He was on his way to bed, it being eleven o'clock.  Mercy was the party animal of the family, while he was more of a play by the rules kind of guy.  In a word, she had a lot more fun in one night of carousing than he had in his entire life.

Heart racing, Randy went to the front door and opened it.  Mercy was on hands and knees collecting all the stuff that fell out of her purse.  He just stood there and took in all of her gorgeous glory.  Mercedes "Mercy" Sullivan was a tiny thing, at just five feet tall, but she had the thickest, shiniest mane of dark brown hair he'd ever seen.  Everyone called it her crowning glory.  Mercy had big blue eyes and full red lips, and a spectacular, curvy, busty body.

She had three major problems: she was a drunk, she knew she was hot, and worst of all, she knew Randy had the hots for her.

"Need help?" he said.

Mercy sat back on her legs and looked up at him.  It took her a second to focus and a sultry smile slowly spread across her face.  "Yeah, naughty boy, you'd like to get your greedy paws on my stuff."  She locked eyes with him, and pushed her large boobs together.  "No can do, my body is not for you, step-brother."

Randy's eyes dropped to her boobs as she squashed them, making his balls tighten up and dick tingle.  Mercy was wearing a barely there red corset dress, that pushed her tits up dangerously.  He couldn't believe she didn't pop out of it with every movement.  At the moment, the top half of both areolas were exposed.

"A simple no would've sufficed," he said, as his eyes traveled down her legs, sheathed in black fishnet hose and back stiletto pumps.  She also wore lots of big, flashy silver jewelry at ears, throat, and wrists.  "Have a nice night, Mercy.  I'm going to bed."

"You're ain't...  I mean, you're not no fun," Mercy said, struggling to her feet.

She swayed a second, tottering atop her sky high stilettos.  Mercy threw her arms up to gain balance, but that just sent her staggering backwards and finally pulled her tits out of her top.  Randy gawked, seeing her complete exposed boobs for the first time, and then she regained some control of her body and staggered past Randy and into the house.  Mercy bounced off Randy and into the door jamb as she passed.

"Ouch," she said.  "Don't push me."

"I didn't…nevermind," he said, shaking his head.  She was a mess, a very hot mess.  He so wanted to bang her brains out, but she was so damned annoying when drunk.  "I liked you better before you were old enough to drink."

He quickly stepped out the door, picked up her forgotten purse, and returned.  Closing the door, he placed her purse on the side table.

"Poor baby, only eighteen and can't drink," she said as she reached for her purse, and stumbled into the side table and made everything rattle.  "Stupid table."

"Quiet.  You'll wake our parents up," he said.  They both knew neither her father nor his mother wanted to deal with her while she was a drunken mess.

"Shhhh," she said, and giggled.  "Hey, my tits fell out again.  I hate it when that happens."  She turned to him and pushed them together.  "See?"

"Ah, yes, I can see them," he said.

She got the most sultry, wicked look as she wagged her brows at him.  All of his desire, his longing for her erupted, surging through him.  Her smoky eyes called to him.  Her full, glossy lips begged to be kissed.  And that body, was made to hold, caressed, and screw ten times a day.  Randy had wanted her for three years, and Mercy had taunted and teased him the whole time.

"I bet…," she started to say, but began to shut down and sag.  He thought she was going to pass out in midsentence and while still standing.  It'd happened before, but she suddenly perked up.  "What are you looking at?"

Randy shook his head and looked to the heavens.  She'd already forgotten what she was talking about, and didn't even remember her boobs were exposed.  He didn't feel like reminding her, either.  In fact, he rather enjoyed looking at them.  Her tits were just as beautiful as he'd imagined, and he imagined a lot.

Mercy went off on one of her trips into la-la land, and started singing under her breath as she danced.  She was oblivious to the world, wrapped up in her own little drunken world.  Randy smiled as he watched her boobs jostling so sexily, her long, delicate fingers stroking her well rounded hips, and then going up to sink deep in her long, silky hair.

He could imagine her becoming a stripper.  In fact, since she was on the verge of flunking out of college, that might be her best option.  She loved to dance, she loved the boys, and she was a natural flirt.  And God knew she had the body for it.

"Come on, Mercy," he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.  He was six four, so at five feet even she seemed tiny.  The heels helped a bit.  Randy turned her toward her bedroom, and got her walking.  "Time to go to bed."

"Is it your birthday?" she said.

"No.  That was last month."

Mercy frowned, looking confused.

"Did I sleep with you for your eighteenth?"

His heart started racing, and something stirred in his genitals.  It got real hard to breathe.

"Of course not," he said.

"Oh.  Damn, I was gonna."  Mercy giggled.  "Hey, when did my tits come out?"

Mercy stopped, and started fumbling with her clothes.  Randy watched, transfixed, as she got absolutely no where.  All she managed to do was squeeze and push her tits around, and her top might've even slid down her body some more.  She was putting on quite a titty show for him.

"I guess you're a happy boy," Mercy said, giving him a mischievous look.  "You finally get to ogle my titties.  Now you can go whack off."

That kind of pissed him off.  "Maybe I'll whack off on your titties after you pass out."

"Oh," she said, breathlessly and looking highly aroused.  Her nipples got hard and erect quickly, and she unconsciously ran the tips of her fingers around and around them.  "I'll lock my door, and you'll miss out on enjoying my body again.  Ha."

"I'm so over you, Mercy.  And, besides, I can't miss something I never had," Randy said.

"Oh, I never thought about that," she said.

"Yeah?  Think about this," he said.  Randy wrapped her up in his arms, squeezing tightly.  Her head rolled back, and Mercy moaned.  He pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss, and she groaned low and wantonly.  After several minutes of deep French kissing, Randy released Mercy, who fell straight down to her knees.  "I bet you won't forget that for a long time."

Mercy didn't answer.  She looked utterly dazed.  Randy never saw her more beautiful, more desirable, and more available.  He pushed his pajama bottoms down until his erection popped out.  Then he buried one hand deep in her hair, at the back of her head.

"Eat me, Mercy," he said.

With that Randy guided his cock straight to her slightly parted, glossy lips.  At the same time, he pulled her face in with his other hand.  Mercy's mouth opened obediently when the dick head pressed to her lips, and she slowly swallowed him until her lips were wrapped tightly around the base.

Holding her head still with both hands, Randy started pumping in and out.  At first he went slow, not sure her booze-addled brain could handle anything too fast.  As she proved up to the task, he increased the speed.  Soon Randy was banging the hell out of her mouth.  She clutched at his butt, sinking her long red nails into that tender flesh and stoking his ardor.

When he accidently pulled too far back, and came out of her mouth, Mercy grabbed it with her left hand and gave it a couple of pumps.  Then she licked his shaft all the way to his balls, and back up.  Mercy rolled her hot, wet tongue all around his dick, driving him wild.  She had everything tingling, his insides quivering, and balls aching to release in nothing flat.

Then she opened wide, and swallowed him all the way down again.

"That's how you do it, Mercy.  Suck it like a big girl," he said, really more of a moan.

Mercy bobbed up and down his cock, and then gave him the most intense head of his life.  It felt like his entire body became electrified.  Randy felt his body cross over, and begin that mad rush to climax.  Once he crossed that line, she could stop but his body would not.  He would climax, and he grinned.  And then the pleasure of that first incredible gush washed through him.

"Yes!  Swallow it all, Mercy."

Randy watched her throat working.  She swallowed that first shot of cum without hesitation, and the second was fast on its heels.  Unfortunately, that was all for his drunk step-sister.  Mercy's eyes rolled up, and she fell straight back to the floor.  His jaw dropped, and that second load came squirting out.  Randy watched it spurt, flying in an arch, and splash land right between her tits.  And he came two more times, each a little less than the last one.  Each spurt hitting her naked tits.

"Damn, I was just joking about coming on your tits while you slept passed out," he said, grinning.  "But my cum looks good on you."

With wet, sticky dick in hand, Randy headed for the bathroom to clean up.  And he really had to piss, too.  When he returned ten minutes later, Mercy was still sound asleep in the front entry, legs still curled up under her.  His cum was becoming more liquidy, and starting to dribble down and around her tits.

"I should really clean her up."

Randy headed for the kitchen instead.  He was famished, and thirsty.  About halfway through his sandwich, he heard Mercy making pathetic little noises.  He looked around the corner, across the living room, and spotted her trying to get to all fours.  She was so drunk crawling was a chore, so he shook his head woefully, and returned to his sandwich.

After he finished, cleaned up his mess, and put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, Randy returned to the entry.  Mercy was gone, leaving behind a little puddle of his cum.  He headed toward her bedroom.  She was slowly crawling through the door when he found her.  He had time, so returned to the entry and cleaned up that mess.

Mercy was halfway between the bedroom door and her big white bed, all girly ruffles and stuffed animals.  Randy closed the door and placed her purse on the dresser.  Then he checked out her long, black hose sheathed legs.  So sexy.  And that micro-mini barely contained her ass, and while crawling he could see her butt hole and pussy perfectly.