1. Taboo Lust


    Date: 10/29/2017, Categories: Taboo, Author: Metilda, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    cracks in the distance. I had to study these stretched out ribbons for a while before I eventually got it. We were under the stage that occupied the far end of the Fellowship Hall. The light came through cracks in the steps. Everyone was eating and talking mere feet on the other side. “How long do you think you've got?” he asked. He stopped and let me crawl alongside him. “Mom'll help clean up so I've got a while.” “Good.” He rolled onto his back, stretching his arms far out overhead. Not feeling quite as free, I laid on my side, hissing at the cold floor, and held my head in my hand, reaching for him with the other. We lay, touching each other lightly for a bit. In the dark privacy things were easier. We had already kissed and touched a little so the kiss that happened this time wasn't hesitant like earlier during church service. This was strong and bold and hot from the very start. I wrapped my hand around his arm and he reached out to hold my side, squeezing and pulling at the fabric of my dress. When I left for the walk to church with Mom this was not even close to what I imagined would happen today. Sundays were never this much fun before. He shifted and pushed against my body with his until I was on my back. Sighing, trying to keep quiet, I spread my legs so he could fit between. He pressed and rubbed against me, the grit of his zippered fly running along my pussy in a way that snagged my clothes and made me squirm. I lifted my hips to put more pressure against his cock ...
    as he moved against me. I loved the way he felt over me. Somewhere inside I was probably a little worried about the lines we were crossing--which clearly I didn't care too much about--and the fact that we spent most of our lives together, glued at the hip like brothers and sisters often are--again, not that I seemed to care all of a sudden. Knowing we shouldn't do any of this only made me want him more. He seemed more brave in the dark, too, because there was no hesitation behind the effort to reached down and slide his hand along my leg. He drew up the hem of my skirt, skating his fingernails over my skin, making me shiver. His hips sped, pressing and grinding against me, warming me up all over. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close. After another kiss, and another, he braced his hands on the floor to push himself away. I could see his face just a little in the dim light. “How far do you want to go?” I shrugged. “As far as you want to go.” He pressed his cock against me hard and slow. “I want to play with your tits.” “You'll have to unzip my dress.” He moved to the side so I could sit up a bit. “Jesus...really?” he said, now sounding unsure of himself. I pushed up and turned to the side, presenting my back to him. I gathered my hair over my shoulder, clutching it with one hand, while he pulled the zipper down. I shuddered as cool air reached inside my dress. He kissed the cold away bit by bit in a way that I'd only read of in books. By the time my zipper was the ...
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