บททั้งหมดของ HOUSE OF TABOOS(erotica shorts): บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Greg slightly reclined while now fully ignoring his drink. Why would you do that, he asked in a low voice.She swallowed as she suddenly felt a little uneasy. "as in the program. We simply end the conversation. The enigma is solved after you have a close look at my boobs. Once it's out of your system, I'll be able to approach you in a room, strike up a conversation, and be confident that my brother is speaking to me and not my tits."What she had just stated finally clicked with him as he was attempting to digest what she had just said, and he replied, very quietly, almost in a whisper, "What are the conditions?"You need to make it worthwhile for me, she continued, briefly masking her anxiety due to the scheme's more cunning twist.What manner?Stephanie now knew she had her brother pretty much in the bag. He was probably telling himself that he was willing to contemplate accepting just about any condition if there was even a 1% possibility of being able to see his sister's bare brea

She mentally yelled, "Oh my gosh, he's got a fucking boner!"Now it was Stephanie's turn to aim her gaze at her brother's privates. He had a complete erection, which was undeniable. And such a bulge, Stephanie thought, "Christ." What the hell, a baseball bat, was her brother bringing down there?As the seconds passed, he continued to adjust himself. He kept adjusting every few seconds, so his jeans must be getting tight, she reasoned. There was no getting around it, but he continued to keep his hands on his boner.He then squeezed.He was gazing at his sister's tits while fucking squeezing his cock over his jeans. Stephanie was ready to yell at him for breaking the no-touching rule when she suddenly experienced a new sensation that rendered her speechless.She was drenched.Her vagina twitched uncontrollably as she was getting moist. Her pussy was lubing itself in preparation for intercourse. She had now achieved sexual arousal. She appeared to be losing control of her body. It didn't

I started dating Franny during her first year in college. Although I was a senior and three years older than her, we seemed very well suited for each other from the very start. We both enjoyed hiking and camping. We had both been swimmers in high school and we both been raised in Foster Homes since early childhood.Although I had been raised in a loving environment with my foster family, I had decided to leave home to attend college in Utah. Franny had been raised in Salt Lake City and was very close to her family. From the very start, it was obvious that Franny was very close with her family. She still lived at home and many of our early conversations were about how close Franny was with her Mom and Dad.I met Franny during the first week of classes in September of that year. Because I had failed my Algebra examines my first year, I was retaking basic 101 course in order to be eligible for graduation in June. Franny chose the seat right next to mine and we quickly struck up a convers

Franny met me at the front door of the small mansion when I arrived on Thanksgiving afternoon. “We need to talk before I introduce you to my parents,” she told me softly while she pulled me toward the library in the hallway next to the foyer. I saw Melvin the butler smiling slightly as we passed him on his way towards the kitchen. “Dinner will be in two hours, Miss Francis,” he announced.“There’s some things I need to tell you about my parents,” Franny got right to the point once she had the library door closed behind us. “As you have probably noticed, my adopted parents are fairly wealthy,” she pointed out. “That’s because they are both very famous authors,” she added.Over the next couple of minutes, Franny told me that her mother is a very famous advice column writer who is syndicated throughout the US. And her father is a very successful romance writer. Franny informed me that though they both are famous under their pen names, that they prefer their private lives to stay private

We had the wedding at the mansion on Christmas eve so all twelve couples from the swingers group could attend. One of the members was an ordained minister and she conducted the marriage ceremony in the huge entry foyer under the crystal chandelier with the other couples standing around us in a semicircle.Franny looked incredibly sexy in the indecently short white wedding mini dress she wore that night. Her bare ass hung out the back completely exposed to all the guests. The transparent top allowed them to clearly see her lovely perky cone shaped tits.I could see that most of the men had erections by the time we said, “I do.” Most of the women were staring at the huge bulge in the front of my Tuxedo slacks. I was gratefully surprised that my foster parents decided to attend our wedding. I had left California when my dad had an angry reaction when he learned that I had given my virginity to my sexy foster mom and had been banging her for nearly 6 months behind his back. This deep rese