Lahat ng Kabanata ng Taboo One Shots: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

“Fuck, daddy. Right there, please don’t stop,” Polly whimpered into her pillow. Her hips grinded desperately against the mattress, her body lost to lust as two thick fingers curled viciously inside her soaked virgin cunt. Max’s face was buried between her spread thighs, his tongue lashing at her swollen clit with rough, possessive strokes. "That's it, baby girl. Get your little pussy ready for a good fuck," Max, Polly's step dad urged, his fingers pumping her deep. He stretched her walls wide and hammered at that spongy spot that made Polly ache with pleasure. “Yes, daddy. Finger your little girl's pussy harder!" Polly cried out. Polly’s back arched hard, a broken sob tearing from her throat as orgasmic bliss ripped through her. Her pussy clenched hard on his fingers and squirted, soaking the sheets, thig

The more Polly tossed and turned, trying to persuade herself that it wasn't real, the greater the ache between her legs grew. Whatever the truth was, sometime later Polly could swear the bed dipped. Strong, warm hands parted her robe, exposing her heavy, flushed tits. Warm lips closed around one stiff nipple, sucking hard, teeth grazing the sensitive bud while a rough palm groped and squeezed the other breast possessively. Polly gasped, eyes flying open in the dark. Max was there, in her bed like he was (or wasn't) every night, kneeling over her. Daddy was shirtless, his thick, clothed cock already hard and leaking against her thigh through his boxers. “Daddy?” she breathed, voice trembling with confusion and shameful need. “Are you… really here right now?” He chuckled darkly against her tit, sucking harder, tongue flicking the nipple until she whimpere

Max growled against Polly, the vibrations shooting straight to her core, his beard scraping her sensitive thighs raw. “Beg louder, you pathetic little cum slut. Tell daddy how bad you need this cock stretching your virgin hole open. Say it, bitch. Ask for dick, Polly." Polly was right on the edge, thighs trembling, desperate to cum. She hadn't been a virgin for many nights now, but Max found saying the word helped sell the whole 'you're dreaming' bit. Her mouth fell open to give Max what he wanted, but slammed back closed when the bedroom door was yanked open. Joe stood there in the doorway, eyes wide with fury. "Stop fucking my wife!" Joe roared, stunning both Max and Polly as his whole frame shook with vengeance. The illusion shattered completely. Polly’s mind reeled. This wasn’t a dream. Max was really here. Really inside

Max, having restrained himself from fucking Polly's ass up until now, didn’t stop until his heavy balls were pressed flush against her soaked pussy lips. Her asshole stretched impossibly around his base, her belly bulging slightly with every breath she took. Max sat back down on his heels, grabbed Polly's hips and roughly forced her back down on his dick. Then he waited impatiently on Joe's choice with bated breath. After all, once he was cheating too, Joe had to keep his trap shut. It would be their shared secret. "Then spread those legs, sister in law," Joe finally succumbed fully, climbing onto the bed and parting Polly's legs wide. It irked Max to watch another man line up slammed into Polly's soaked pussy, but he was out of options. The eager bastard stammed into Polly abruptly, bottoming out with a groan in seconds. They lifted her between them, Max’s strong arms holding her suspended while they pounded both her holes in perfect, savage sync. The dual p

“Daddy, are you sure you weren't in my bedroom last night? My dreams about you are getting so intense,” Polly murmured the next morning at breakfast, shifting uncomfortably in her chair as she poked at her eggs with a shaky fork. Polly's exhaustion from the previous night's 'dream' was so severe that she didn't even shower before she came down for breakfast. Her thin silk robe clung to her sweat damp skin. Her tits ached as though they'd been fisted all night. All of her ached, but the most convincing evidence was her pussy and asshole. They throbbed with a deep, bruised rawness that made every little movement send fresh sparks of shame and heat through her core and back door. There were other little things. Her robe looked slightly different than the one she went to bed in. Newer. Less worn. She could have sworn she woke up wrapped in different sheets too, with the faint hint of sex clinging to the air. It was absurd, of course. No one knew the particulars of her wet dreams, but