All Chapters of Forbidden Taboos : Steamy dark stories : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

"You bastard," she spat, but there was no bite to it. They both knew she wouldn't risk getting expelled. Bending over her, Weaver traced his tongue along the swell of her breast before sucking her nipple into his mouth. Lacy pursed her lips and tried not to moan. She didn't want to feel pleasure from this, but the way he moved his lips and tongue stimulated her sensitive breasts and nipples perfectly. His movements were skillful and confident -- nothing like Simon's. Meanwhile, he nudged his hand between her thighs and insinuated his fingers between her dripping folds. The dual assault on her pussy and tits was almost more than she could bear, and as his fat, middle-aged fingers penetrated her cunt, her hips jerked involuntarily. Weaver stood and made a show of licking her juices from his fingers. Lacy turned her head in shame and disgust and cursed him under her breath. As he knelt between her spread thighs, she tried to push his face away from her intimacy, but it was useless. H

He descended on her full, round tits -- ravenously nibbling and kissing. Clamping his lips over her nipple, sucking it hard before gently raking his teeth across the stiff bud. Lacy quivered. His lips and tongue felt unbearably good on her hot, sensitive breasts. How could he be so talented with his mouth? Paired with his fat, rigid prick sluicing through her slick cunt, the helpless teen felt completely overwhelmed and overstimulated. He buried his face in her bosom and glutted himself, grunting and snorting like a pot-bellied pig. Her heart and mind were repulsed, but her body rejoiced. She felt like trash. Weaver didn't last long. His grunts grew louder, thrusts erratic, almost desperate. Lacy reeled, despairing. Panic-stricken, eyes wide. A muffled yell fought through her gag. In his licentious rampage, he hadn't bothered to wear a condom, and she wasn't on the pill. Weaver grasped her thighs, pounding her hard and fast, racing to finish. Pressure mounting. Boiling tension in hi

Water splashed up onto the concrete as Hannah dived into her backyard pool. Reclining on a green, plastic lounge chair, Lacy jerked her feet up away from the splash zone. At last, spring break had arrived, and with it, a teaser preview of summer days spent with her two besties. Hannah's long auburn hair emerged from the rippling surface. Hoisting herself up onto the edge of the pool, she dangled her feet in the water -- long, toned, perfectly smooth legs shining in the sun. Her itty-bitty bikini was little more than three hot pink triangles connected by string. The top barely covered her large, perky 34C boobs. "You getting in, or you gonna stay on your phone?" Hannah asked, looking over her shoulder. "Getting in," Lacy replied, pushing her long sandy blonde hair back. She wore a cute, two-piece bikini that faded in a smooth gradient from bright yellow to deep sea green. "Just got a text from my mom." "She staying out late again?" "Yeah, for some big, crazy work project." "Y

When the food was gone, she helped him carry their dishes to the sink. While she rinsed her plate, Weaver stepped up behind her. She flinched as he leaned over her to shut off the water. The busty teen shook like a leaf, braced against the counter, heart thudding in her chest. Over the past two weeks, he'd taken her many times, but this was different. She felt trapped and overwhelmed. The wine that calmed her frazzled nerves before made her dizzy now. Her breath caught in her throat as strong hands encircled her slender waist. His lips on her neck and shoulder, body pressed into hers from behind. "I guess I can't say no," she whimpered. His hands swept up the flat of her stomach to her big, soft breasts, fingers pressing into the supple flesh. Her bikini protected her not at all. "You could," he whispered, brushing her hair back from her face and tucking it behind her ear, "but it wouldn't matter." He lifted her fat tits and slid her bikini cups aside. Exposing her hard, pink nu

Instead, he spun her around by her hips and pushed her back against the counter. Her hands flew back to grasp the edge of the sink. Lifting a leg over his shoulder, he nudged his face between her thighs and captured her clit with his lips. Two fingers invading her soaked snatch. Against her will, her hips bucked against his face. God, he was making her crazy! Peering up past her stomach, he watched her huge, heavy breasts sway as she rode his lips and fingers. Disgust and desire warred within her -- conflict evident in her expression. He adored that look. With his fingers scrunched against the spongy bump of flesh on her upper wall, he sucked her clit like he was trying to take the skin off. She stiffened and moaned. Brought inexorably to the precipice of a monstrous orgasm. At the crescendo, he cruelly backed off, leaving her shaking with unfulfilled needs. The old man stood and grabbed her hair, mashing his lips against hers. Tongue forcing into her mouth. The awful taste and sm