Step-By-Step: Forbidden Taboo Box Set (3 page)

"Hey, you're not wearing panties," Randy said, and felt a stirring in the force.  "Oh man, you're completely shaven down there, too.  That is so hot."

Mercy said nothing, and continued her slow, swaying crawl toward bed.

"Lord have mercy," he said, cupping his growing erection.  "I think I'm ready for another hot shot of Mercy."

Randy bent over her, and unzipped her corset dress.  He pushed it over her well-rounded hips and she crawled out of it.  That left her in garter belt, hose, and heels. Perfect for fucking.

Kneeling behind her, Randy pushed his pajamas down to his knees and grabbed her by the hips.  She made a tiny noise of distress, still trying to crawl.  Randy gave her right butt cheek a little bootie slap.

Thwack!

"Ouch!  Oooh."

"Like that, did you?"

"Mmm, yeah," she said, sounding half-asleep.

Thwack!

"Oooh, yes."

Thwack!

With one hand, Randy guided his dick to her shiny, wet snatch.  He rubbed his dick head all over and around her nether lips, before finally penetrating his older, super sexy step-sister.  Oddly enough, most of his sex fantasies involved fucking her doggie style.  Randy slowly pulled back on her hips as he pushed forward, thrusting his cock deep into Mercy's vagina.  Feeling her velvety walls resisting, yielding reluctantly to his length and girth, Randy closed his eyes to savor every second, every stroke into her body.

"Ooooooh," Mercy groaned, throwing her head back and clawing at the floor.

"Damn, you're tight," he said.  "Better than I ever dreamed."

Thwack!

"Oh.  My.  Ooooh," Mercy gasped out, and her body shuddered violently.  Her twat convulsed and tightened around Randy's cock and she gave tiny little cries with every thrust.

Randy moved his hands from her hips to her dangling, jostling boobs.  They were big, firm tits, and the nipples were hard and erect.  He squeezed and stroked her tits, pinched, pulled, and rolled her nipples.  Mercy came again.

"Only really bad girls like sex this much," Randy said, grinning and gave her another much harder butt slap. 
Thwack!
  And one on the other cheek. 
Thwack!
  "Bad girl, bad girl, how many times will you come while I rock your world?"

Mercy rose up on her knees, hands coming back over her shoulders to alternately stroke and grasp at his neck and shoulders.  That gave him easier access to her bouncing boobs, and access them he did.  When he wrapped his arms around her, and hugged her tight, Mercy came again.

"It's so hot in here," Mercy gasp out.  "I feel…oh…so….oh…"

Randy grinned fiercely.  He was only joking about rocking her world, but apparently he really was rocking her out.  Big time.  And her hot, shapely body was rocking his world, too.  Since it was his second time in less than an hour, it was allowing him to enjoy her body for a long, long time.  But all good things must end, and Randy felt himself cross over into that mad rush to climax.  He tightened his hold on her, and really started banging that snatch hard and fast.  And then he thrust deep, held it, and came again.

When he let go of her, Mercy dropped to all fours, and slowly sank to the floor.  As she did, she pulled off his cock.  Mercy was sound asleep before she reached the floor.  Randy shook his head, unable to stop grinning.

"Best night of my life," he said, giving her well-rounded butt cheeks playful little swats that got them bouncing like bowls of jelly.  With a mischievous glint in his eye, he wetted a finger and pushed it into her butt hole.  Mercy didn't react, so he pulled it out.  Why do it if she couldn't enjoy, or at least feel, it?  So he rolled her onto her back, and soaked in that awesome body he longed to enjoy for so long.  "Mercy, you are so beautiful.  Right now, you look so angelic.  So sweet.  So innocent.  All things you aren’t while awake."

Randy dropped to all fours above her, and started to kiss, lick, and suck on her boobs and nipples.  After five minutes he moved up to her throat, since she wasn't reacting at all to any of his efforts.  He sucked a wicked hickey onto her neck, and moved up to nuzzle her ears, and finally kiss his way across her soft, smooth cheek to her full, red lips.

"Mmm," Randy groaned as he opened her mouth with his, and thrust in his tongue.  Exploring her mouth, his lips slipped all over hers.  Mercy started kissing back, and let out a low groan, and then after a few minutes she went slack again.  "That was fun."

He went to the bathroom to clean up again.  Got a drink of water and returned to find she hadn't moved.  In fact, she was softly snoring.  So Randy began exploring her room.  He was surprised by the amount of sexy lingerie she owned, and delighted to discover an assortment of dildos and vibrators in the bottom drawer of her nightstand, along with tubes of lubricant.

"How much does she use these that she'd need lubricant?"

Her closet was packed to overflowing.  The entire wall to either side of her closet door was filled with shelves packed with shoes.  Mostly high heels, and in every imaginable color.  Randy had three pairs: sneakers, dress shoes, and a pair of cowboy boots from that trip to Arizona last summer.

As he headed back out of her room, Randy noticed she'd flipped onto her stomach.  Was she a little closer to the bed?  He went out to watch TV in the living room, and found that new science fiction thriller he'd been waiting for was on Pay-per-view.

Three hours later, Randy was now stoked by sex with Mercy and the movie.  Sleep was not in the picture yet.  So he decided to check on his pretty drunk-as-a-skunk big sister.  To his surprise, Mercy was in the bed, laying face down crossways, her stiletto heeled feet sticking off the side.

Randy glanced back at the master bedroom door, to the right of the kitchen and all the way across the living room.  If the movie didn't wake them, then nothing he did with Mercy would, either.  He closed her bedroom door and joined her on the bed.  On all fours and straddling her, Randy started kissing Mercy's shoulders, nuzzling her neck through her long, silky, and fragrant hair.  She just smelled so damn good.  Mercy didn't react at all until he kissed and thrust his tongue into her ear.  That made her smile and giggle, but not wake up.

"This girl is totally out," he said.

So he started kissing his way down her back.  He paused to admire the workmanship of her tramp stamp, a red rose surrounded by Celtic knots.  Finally, he reached her butt.  Randy nuzzled her ass cheeks, rubbing his face all over her satiny smooth cheeks.  He motorboated her butt cheeks, and then explored her butt cleavage.  That musky smell coming from her nether regions called to him, and he felt all tingly again.  His cock started to rise.

He explored her pussy lips, slippery slit, and tight vagina at length and in depth with his fingers.  He was about to pull her ass up high and get it on doggie style again, when a new thought occurred to him.

"Hmm, around the world," he said, finger tracing her puckered butt hole.  He'd already come in her mouth and pussy that night.  There was just one more orifice to enjoy.  "I've never had anal, or gone around the world with a girl.  I wonder if I should."  He glanced at her bottom nightstand drawer, and grinned.  "I really shouldn't, but she has everything I need."

Randy got a tube of lube from her drawer, and coated his dick.  Then he applied a big dollop of lubricant to her ass, pushing it deep inside with his fingers.  Mercy moaned and groaned, pulled her legs tightly together, and then thrust her hips down into the mattress.  He wasn't sure if she was trying to get away from his deeply probing fingers, or was humping the mattress, but once he had three fingers inside her butt, Randy decided she was ready to receive him.

Moving over her, laying flat below him, Randy pushed in between her butt cheeks and pressed against her anus.  He brushed her hair back so he could watch her face, left cheek up and Mercy looking so serene.  He gave a little push, and penetrated.  Her breath caught, but she showed no other sign of feeling him enter her.  So Randy let his weight slowly push him down into her butt.  Mercy's eyes popped open, her back bowed and knees bent.  The long heels of her shoes struck his butt cheeks as she let out a long, low groan.  Her fingers clutched the bedspread, and she bite a mouthful of bedspread, too.

He started pumping, and her feet started kicking, thumping into his butt over and over.  Mercy was really pulling at the bedspread with her teeth, making tiny animal noise the whole time.  Randy watched in fascination as she reacted to his butt fucking.  Once he worked himself all the way inside her, Randy really started banging her butt.

Soon the bed was squeaking, Mercy was moaning, groaning, and doing a little squeaking, too.  Randy loved the feel of his hips smacking into her smooth, firm butt cheeks.

"Holy.  Shit!" Mercy gasped out, and start shaking, then bucking beneath him.  "Oooooh.  Ooooh.  Oooooh."

Randy butt fucked her long and hard, until they were both shiny with sweat, and he was gasping for breath.  He finally came, and that seemed to suck the air out of both of them.  He collapsed atop her, and promptly fell asleep.

Sometime in the middle of the night Randy woke up, needing to pee so bad it hurt.  He staggered off to the bathroom, and did his business.  He started to return to her bed, but just turned off her light and went to his own bed.  Randy needed sleep more than sex.

The next morning Randy lay in bed a long time after waking.  Long enough to hear Mercy leave her room and go to the bathroom.  While she showered, he went to the kitchen for a bowl of cereal.  He wanted to eat and get back in his room before she finished.  Randy didn't want to deal with the drama over what happened.  Mercy was good at that drama crap.

After eating, he filled his bowl with water and left it in the sink.  When he turned around Mercy was walking into the kitchen.  He froze, gawking at her.  She looked so damned sexy, with her face scrubbed clean of all that bright makeup, her hair still damp from being washed.  Early morning was the only time she looked like the mythical girl-next-door, most of the time she looked like the tramp down the street.

"Morning, Randy," Mercy said.

She looked remarkably fresh.  Mercy never suffered from hangovers.  Randy thought it was because she got drunk every single night.  But she was walking a little oddly.

"Anything wrong?" he said.

She stopped before opening the fridge, looked at him and tilted her head.  He thought she was going to rip into him.  Instead, she rubbed her butt and frowned.

"No.  I'm just a little…sore, this morning," she said.  She shook her head.  "I can't remember a thing.  I remember being at the club, having a great time, but not coming home or anything."  She opened the fridge and started rummaging through.  "I hate not remembering what, or who, I did the night before."

"Ah," Randy said, relieved.

"What?  Too much information, little brother?" she said, and giggled.  She signed dramatically, and rather contentedly.  "If you only knew, Randy.  If you only knew what I do."

She closed the fridge door, a bowl of jello in hand.  She picked up a banana, and climbed into a bar stool to eat.  Mercy cast a wicked, sultry look at Randy as she peeled the banana.  His breath caught as she lifted the banana to her slowly opening mouth.

As her wet, pink tongue rolled around the tip of that banana, her eyes locked with his, Randy felt his lust stirring and cock stiffening.  She didn't remember, and was back to her taunting, teasing ways.  But after her drunken confession last night, he knew at one point she intended to give up her body to him.

"Two can play at that game," he said, stepping round the bar.

Mercy quirked a brow, looking curious as he stepped up to her.  Randy cupped her face, tilted her head, and kissed her.  Full on the lips.  Mercy grunted, stiffening.  Her hand tightened around the banana, squashing it to mush.

"Have a nice day, sweet thing," Randy said, giving her butt a little pat.

He headed for his bedroom, to get dressed and go out for the day.  Mercy was still gawking at him when he glanced back at his door.  He winked and left her there.  Randy had plans for Mercy.  "No mercy for Mercy.  I'm going to make her mine."

By Saffron Sands

© Copyright 2011, Saffron Sands, All Rights Reserved

Stacy liked sex. She liked it a lot. From the time she became old enough to experiment to when she lost her virginity to her gym teacher, she knew she was going to be a happy, unapologetic slut.

Stacy was anxious for her mother Karen and step dad Scott to leave the house. She was constantly sneaking into her their porn stash when they left the house. Stacy loved to sit on the couch while no one was home and diddle herself in front of the television. She would turn up the volume because it was the sounds that got her really hot. Listening to the actors moan and grunt made her pussy tingle. She loved the sounds of fluids smacking between their hot bodies. She would stick her hands in her panties and flick her clit to the rhythm of the bed as it creaked under the strain of the actors who vigorously fucked each other for her viewing pleasure.

Scott was her mother’s latest husband and Stacy’s latest “Daddy”. Her “Daddies” didn’t tend to last too long and that was okay by Stacy as she tended to get bored with them just as quick as her mom did.