Taboo Porn Stories Page 477
Maureen O'Connell strolled leisurely down the pier, taking in all the sights and sounds that
surrounded the departure of a luxury cruise ship. A native New Yorker, Mo had spent the last
several days cruising South Beach and enjoying the Miami sun, and boy, this was living, the
middle of February and the temperature had been hovering in the mid 70's! As Mo walked past
her, the Molly Dee gleamed sparkling white against the azure blue Florida sky, all 790 feet of her!
The brochure that her travel agent had given her didn't do the big liner justice, she looked
absolutely fantastic! Mo had be... Continue»
Alicia wrapped the robe around her lithe nude body and padded down the thick carpeted hall to
her eighteen year old twin b*****r Alexander's room. She knocked on the door, and without
waiting for an answer, opened it and went inside, finding Alex lying on his bed reading his history
book, and only looking up when his s****r asked, "Ready for our good night kisses?" "Where are
the folks," he asked, while placing the book mark on page 273? "They're downstairs watching the
news, something about the President having sex with another intern!!!" "A man after my own
heart," cracked Alex, "but t... Continue»
Marcella acted funny tonight! Thad thought as he drove away from the old house
where she had rented quarters for herself and her c***dren. When I told her about
Barnaby Rhodes, she didn’t seem sure if she would help me with him or not. Well, I
guess she needs some more loving from the master hand of yours truly. Too bad
she has those k**s with her or I would have spent the night there, and the devil with
Dotti! I don’t need her any more.
That cute little Beth! he mused with a glint in his dark, satanic eyes. Now she would
be some fucking! I’ll bet she doesn’t even have hair on her cute ... Continue»
“Why are we stopping here, Pastor Polk?” twelve-year-old Beth asked as Thad
pulled off the road and parked his car in a grove of trees.
“It’s such a wonderful day, I thought it would be nice to walk down by the river,” he
replied. “Don’t you think so?”
“That sounds great!” the little girl with the dark bobbed hair exclaimed, and she
jumped out of the car.
Thad followed her through the trees down to the riverbank. They had the spot to
“Can we wade out into the water?” Beth inquired earnestly.
“Why sure, honey!” Thad replied. “Why not?”
He watched, a strang... Continue»
Thad went to the local hospital. And from there, he went to jail. His plans to open a
church in Jasper Junction were destroyed, and his existing religious empire began to
Marcella didn’t care. She was too concerned for the welfare of her young daughter.
Rest and attentive mothering cured the c***d’s physical hurt, but her psychological
wound would take longer to heal.
On top of this problem, Marcella had to think about supporting her f****y. She had
ripped up her roots in Centerville. There was no going back. Since she didn’t have
money to travel on, she seemed to be stuck in J... Continue»
Mae gazed up at the preacher’s towering prick and at his exposed, hairy balls while
her husband nuzzled her cunt. She got the idea that perhaps he had lost his nerve,
now that he was down in cunt-licking position. Perhaps the rich, womanly scent of
her cunt was giving him pause.
If she had known Thad was going to come over, and that it would lead to a rollicking
session for the three of them, she would have taken an afternoon bath. But her lack
of recent cleansing hadn’t seemed to bother Thad. It never did. In fact, he had once
told her that he liked her to smell like a woman rather tha... Continue»
“I wonder what my wife and Mother Frisbee are thinking,” Harvey fretted as his car
hurtled along the interstate highway, Edna comfortably cuddled at his side.
“Forget them,” she advised. “You’re entitled to do what you want.”
“Yes, but what if they notify the police? They’re liable to put out one of those APB’s.
And when I go back to my wife, what can I tell her?”
Edna yawned and ran her fingers through her red hair. “Do like they do in the
movies-pretend you had amnesia.”
“You think that would work?” he asked anxiously as he looked at her in the dim glow
from the instrument panel.
Jasper Junction wasn’t much of a place. It wasn’t one which Thad would have
chosen. But he had to indulge the whims of those who worked for him, to some
extent, and if Marcella felt it was the location which the Lord had pointed out to her,
he would make the most of it.
Any town in the Bible-belt offered an opportunity, he had learned.
He toured up and down the four-block stretch of Main Street, looking for a
newspaper office. He found none. He stopped at the d**g store and perused the
stands in front of it. They bore city papers only. Jasper Junction was without its own
periodical, it... Continue»
Marcella arose when the first light of morning flooded into the room. Her c***dren
were still sound asl**p, and she shut the d**** on the window so that the light
wouldn’t disturb them. Wrapping a robe around her nakedness, she went to the
bathroom across the hall and relieved herself. Then she brushed her teeth and
combed her auburn hair, which tumbled in glistening waves around her shoulders.
Floyd and his wife were having breakfast when she walked to the kitchen.
“Hmph!” was all the plump, dowdy, gray-haired woman said in response to
Marcella’s cheery greeting, and she got up from th... Continue»
The slim blonde girl knelt before the tall man in black robes, and she looked up at
him with her face aglow.
“Please help me find the right answer through prayer, Pastor!” she said. “Should I
run off with Johnny and become his wife, or should I give him up just so I can finish
high school? He won’t wait for me. He’s going to leave tomorrow. And I love him so
Thaddeus Polk looked down at her, and a smile of seeming compassion wreathed
his lean, almost gaunt face. His dark eyes burned fiercely.
“Are you a virgin, my c***d?” he asked, stroking her golden hair.
“Ooooh yes, Pastor!”... Continue»
Edna Savage had red hair ... on her cunt as well as on her head. And she had a
spirit to match.
She was twenty-nine years old, slender with enticing curves, and had a sexy face.
When she became Thaddeus Folk’s housekeeper, there were those in Centerville
who started to talk. But the appeal of Pastor Polk and of his oddly satisfying religion,
which interpreted as the will of the Lord just about anything that a body wanted to do,
was such that the gossips found they were talking only to themselves. Pastor Folk’s
large and growing flock weren’t listening. He had brought something new to th... Continue»
I sat at my desk staring at my computer screen. An email, marked 'urgent,' stared back at me. It left me completely baffled as I re-read it for the fourth time. It was short; it simply informed me that I was required to report to the Director of Security's office for a late afternoon meeting, at four thirty.
Why would the security Director want to see me? I wondered.
It was mid-afternoon, so I had almost two hours to wait before I went upstairs to find out what it was all about. I spent that time contacting clients and executing buy/sell orders on their behalf. Given the financial climat... Continue»
Deep Crotch Mother
The juices in her cunt gushed. Her body throbbed. She sucked her son’s prick
heatedly, rubbing her fingers across her clit and between her slippery cuntlips. Dear
God! She knew it was a sin. She knew it. But she couldn’t stop playing with her son’s
dear, sweet body while her crotch cried out for satisfaction.
“Mommy, can you figure out what’s wrong with it?” twelve-year-old Timmy asked as
his mother bent over the fender of their ancient Ford and stared at the engine.
“Quiet!” said the lad’s twin s****r, Beth. “Let Mama think.”
Marcella, hearing the approach of a ve... Continue»
“So you see how the Lord constantly takes care of us?” Marcella said to her c***dren
as she walked nearly naked across the guest room that they occupied in the Wilcox
farmhouse. “We had no money, and no place to go, but the Lord directed this nice
man to take us in.”
Timmy and Beth were already snuggled into bed, and they gazed at their mother
who strutted before them in her stockings, garters, and pink pants. The lad’s small
cock was stiff as he stared at his mother’s bare titties. Perfect plump orbs they were,
bulging with bouncy firmness, their rosy nipples cocked.
Timmy wriggled be... Continue»
My mother is the smartest woman I know.
She has a PhD from one of the best medical schools in the country, and she's currently one of the nation's top researchers when it comes to pharmaceutical d**gs.
Needless to say, she was thrilled I decided to major in the field of science, particularly in the field of environmental studies. She was so thrilled, that for the past 3 years, she made it a tradition that we would go camping during my Spring break so that we would always remain close despite our busy lives.
Now I'll admit, I've masturbated to my mother plenty of times in my life. At 4... Continue»
My name is Betty and I am very depressed. I was laid off from my job last week and don’t see much chance of getting another good one. A job of “flipping hamburgers” doesn’t appeal to me. My husband makes a good salary, but we need two incomes to pay the bills and keep our son in college. Christmas will soon be here and we need money to buy presents.
I looked again at the help wanted ads in the newspaper. With nothing else to do with my time, I browsed all through the classified ads and noticed there were ads for models. I had won a beauty contest back in high school, but now I was forty. I ... Continue»
I got home early after my classes, since my Psych professor had canceled for the day. Fine with me; that just gave me an extra hour to play video games and jack off to fantasies about big-boobed Jennifer Clayton, who sat next to me in my Economics course and sometimes flirted with me.
The city bus dropped me off a couple of streets behind the house, and I usually came home through the back gate. My mom had long ago transformed the back yard into a thick, jungle-like garden, with big dogwood trees, lots of bushes and shrubs, and an impressive rose garden. With all the vegetation and the high... Continue»
I've always told my mother that she works too much.
She's a full-time attorney by day, and she somehow finds the time to teach a few evening classes per week at the law school which I attend.
As a result, her love life had really suffered. Her workaholic behavior came as a result of the divorce several years ago. Overworking was her way of coping and moving on, and it left her in a cycle of being lonely and longing for the perfect man in her life.
The Sex Genie
It was late in the afternoon and I was hard at work helping my elderly neighbor load her things into the bac... Continue»
I awoke to the wildly exciting sight of Jessie sliding down my morning stiff cock, letting out a squeal of pleasure as she pushed down hard, impaling herself completely. The tight heated wrap of her around me brought a groan of sheer pleasure from me, Sarah was watching, and she grinned at me.
"Good morning Daddy, your cock was so nice and hard, so we thought this would be a great way to wake you up!"
I felt Jessie lift up, then she started to slide her heated core up and down, up and down. She stopped after 2 minutes, grinned at Sarah, and said "Your turn!"
Jessie lifted off, and I was tr... Continue»
Amy is a good, long time friend of mine. We met in the spring of 1993 we hit it off nicely. I'm a mechanic by trade and it wasn't long before she was hitting me up to put a new engine in her car, a 1972 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme. I said ok, but I didn't really want to fuck with it.
Amy knew enough about cars to be dangerous, but she was down right helpful in that she wasn't afraid to get dirty and we had the old engine out of the car and onto the floor in no time. That was when she asked me to put headers on the car, and since we were going back in with a new engine, I said what the hell... Continue»