Lahat ng Kabanata ng Taboo Heat: Tales Too Hot To Handle: Kabanata 551 - Kabanata 560

My right hand slid up her thigh, and I took two fingers and gently massaged her inner lips, and the ring of nerves around her entrance, covering my fingers in her spend as my lips probed through the pelt until I found the hard nub at the top of her slit. I slid two fingers into her drenched tunnel as she groaned. I covered her nub with my mouth but gently, just covering it. I hooked my two fingers up as I felt them go past her hip bone.I flicked my fingers up, pressing the soft spongy tissue hidden there, as I pressed my mouth down and sucked her hard clit into my mouth while flicking it with my tongue.Frankie yelled. Her hands clenched my head, hard, it hurt, but I didn't stop. My fingers pressed and rubbed her G spot as I sucked her hard clit. My other hand was flat on her stomach, holding her still as I drove her hard towards her climax. She tasted hot, needy. I wanted more. I wanted to taste her orgasm. She was gasping, writhing under me as I worshiped her sex. Her breathing cha

A young man discovers his father's secret.Enjoy..*******"What do you mean it's normal? It's not normal for my father to be having sex with his brother. There's nothing "normal" about that."My roommate, George just smiled. He could be annoying at times. Impossible to fluster or annoy. He just let life roll off."Sam, I love ya. We're best friends and I've told you before, your just too black and white. This stuff happens a lot more than you want to admit.""Yeah, maybe with guys with Technicolor hair or weird clothes, but my father is an Ironworker, a Navy veteran and I can tell you from personal observation he fucks my mom like crazy. I think my Uncle drugged him or something."George paused, "So what's your Uncle like?""Oh, he's so different from my dad. They're non-fraternal twins. Uncle Al has a Masters Degree in Fine Arts. He's an author, writes thrillers, good ones.""But no Technicolor hair or dresses, or makeup? He doesn't prance around? He have a wife?""Does he have a wi

I felt George get up. I spread my legs. I felt his body move between my legs. I tried to picture June being the one there, not a man. Warm breath and then a sensation like none I had ever felt. He was right, men do it better. June's image went up in smoke, replaced by...my father. Fuck it. I lay my head back, kept my eyes closed, and let my roommate suck my cock. It felt so good. Better than June, almost better than a pussy. His tongue massaged everywhere. The head of my cock brushed his throat. His hand cupped my balls and soon a finger probed my ass. Nobody had ever done that, it felt great. I groaned. George let my cock slip out of his mouth. I groaned with want. He slid me back in and now a very wet finger pressed into my asshole. I was going to come. I couldn't stop it."George, I'm gonna come."His finger probed deeper, his mouth caressed my cock."Oh fuck, oh fuck, coming."He stayed right on my cock as the best orgasm I could remember flowed up from my toes and overwhelmed me.

She headed over to the sink and opened the door underneath, "You know where the vinegar is? Oh, and yes, good morning to you too."She was flustered. I found it amusing."Mom, I don't really live here, but it used to be right where you're looking."My mother, in her very distracted frame of mind, bent over to look in the rear of the cabinet. Bending from her waist created an obvious reaction in the short silk robe. I watched as the robe hem exposed more and more of the very tops of her thighs, then the crease where her legs became her very firm middle-aged ass. I stopped chewing. She bent further and my life changed forever. My mother's pussy came into view. Now, if she had just stepped out of the shower, or was changing her clothes, it would be a vagina. But what I stared at was her pussy. It was in full flower, red, swollen, recently fucked, and, hence the need for vinegar, leaking come. There was a trail down her thigh from her luscious lips. The bagel chunk fell out of my gaping m

"Well, be patient and watch carefully, I think you'll know more, sooner, rather than later. Now, tell me how much you want to come in my mouth."After that, I hit the gym, scoping all the girls, and guys. It's fun being Bi, widens your spectrum. I even watched some of the guys my dad's age, checking bulges and looking at their swinging cocks in the locker room. By the time I left, I was having trouble keeping my cock down. One 'dad' in particular caught me looking. His eyes found mine and he just winked. Damn, he had a wedding ring too. I smiled, perhaps another time.At home that night, I noticed a change in dad's behavior. I guess I haven't told you about him. He was a swimmer in college and still does huge numbers of laps at the gym. Tall, lean, like the r