(Taboo Forbidden Erotica)
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I always listen to my parents.
Mommy and my step-father always take care of me and make sure that
I’m safe. Mommy married my step-father a few years ago, so I’ve
called him Daddy ever since. I’m twenty now and all grown up, but I
still respect my elders and obey them.
Daddy always tells me that boys
want one thing and one thing only. . . THAT thing. I’ve never let a
boy touch me. Sometimes, I’ll see a good looking boy at school or
on TV and I’ll start to feel warm and achy between my legs. I know
it’s wrong and dirty, but sometimes I’ll touch myself there. I’ll
put my fingers inside my underwear and everything is so slippery and
I know what the different parts
down there are. They made us take a class in school, so I know that
I’m turned on by looking at the handsome man and that makes my
vagina wet. I know it’s naughty and that my family would say it was
sinful to be having nasty thoughts about a man touching me there, but
I can’t help myself. Sometimes, I just close my eyes and slip my
fingers inside and it feels so good.
One time I snuck one of those
fashion magazines into the house. Daddy doesn’t like them because
he says they have filthy articles in them about loose women doing bad
things. I read an article in that magazine about “The Best Orgasms
of your LIFE!” They talked about orgasms feeling like an explosion.
I’ve never felt an explosion like that when I touched myself, but I
want to. I just don’t want Daddy to catch me.
We aren't allowed to have locks
on our doors because Daddy says too much privacy is an invitation to
doing dirty things behind closed doors. Usually I wait until late at
night when everyone is asleep because of that, but today I saw Daddy
working in the yard and he had his shirt off. He was sweaty and he
has big muscles, much bigger than the boys I see on TV do.
That warm feeling came over me,
and I started to get wet between my legs. I tried to ignore it but
nothing worked. All I could think about was Daddy’s strong hands
and how much I wanted him to put those hands between my legs. I
clenched my thighs together and tried to think about anything else –
math class, old people, anything that would stop these dirty thoughts
from filling my mind but my mind just kept thinking about the Daddy’s
hands and his big, thick fingers and how they might fit inside me.
Finally, it was too much and I
slipped away to my bedroom. I shut my door and sat down on my bed,
unzipping my jeans enough to slip my hand inside. My fingers brushed
the edge of my lips, and they were so wet. My underwear was
absolutely soaked, and I wondered if maybe I might really be able to
have an orgasm this time. I felt like a live wire was humming between
my legs, and I just wanted to close my eyes and imagine Daddy was
touching me there.
I laid back on the bed, my
fingers stroking my slick flesh. I couldn’t move my hand very much
inside my pants, but it was enough to send sparks exploding behind my
eyes. I opened my legs a bit wider and tied to angle my hand enough
that I could slip a finger inside. My first finger hand just breached
my opening when I heard the door open.
I sat up quickly and snapped my
legs shut, trying to yank my hand out of my pants without Daddy
seeing. No such luck.
“Eva, you left your family to
come up here and do this shameful thing to yourself?” Daddy asked
sternly. He hadn’t put a shirt on yet, and he was standing right
above my bed, so close that I could smell the sharp, male musk of
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I said,
my face flushed red with embarrassment at what he had seen.
“Since this was so important, I
think you should finish what you were doing.”
“What?” I said, shock filling
my voice even as that place between my legs seemed to grow impossibly
wetter at the thought.
“I want you to keep on doing
what you were doing when I walked in. And you’re not going to stop
until I tell you to, baby,” he repeated.
Still blushing, I nodded, “Okay
I pushed my hand down the front
of my pants again, watching Daddy’s face as he stared at where my
hand disappeared into the denim. My fingers brushed against my
sensitive flesh and I shuddered.
“I think you should take your
jeans off, baby,” Daddy said, sitting down on the edge of my bed.
“No point in doing things halfway.”
Shyly, I pushed down my jeans and
pulled them off, leaving me just wearing a pale pink t-shirt and my
sensible white panties. I laid back down on my bed, settling myself
on my pillow and opening my legs so that Daddy could watch.