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  Forbidden Desires:

  A Taboo Erotica

  By Skye Darrel

  Forbidden Desires: A Taboo Erotica is a work of fiction intended for adult audiences only. All characters therein are 18 years old or older and not related by blood. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to events, locales, or actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2018 by Skye Darrel

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  Forbidden Desires

  I pretend to sleep but I can hear my stepdad’s soft groans. He’s stroking his cock. It’s been two weeks since Daddy made an emergency landing in his floatplane. Lucky we found this island when the storm hit. The South Pacific is vast, Daddy told me, and we could’ve easily ditched in the middle of shark-infested waters. Some luck. The island’s deserted and rescue’s far from certain. At night, we share our only tent.

  I’m eighteen and I’m not squeamish. It still shocked me the first night I heard Daddy’s soft groans, the rustling as he shifted away from me and masturbated. That first night I stole a peek.

  I saw Daddy’s hard cock, veined and thick and very big. Heat rose in my belly and my heart lurched. I saw his hand around it, moving slowly. He tried to be silent. I shut my eyes until I heard a grunt and I couldn’t resist the temptation to look. Daddy’s cock seemed to shake and he held it firmly. Gooey stuff sputtered from the tip and dribbled down his hand.

  Heat pooled between my thighs. It was the first time I saw a man cum. My mind raced. I couldn’t sleep at all that night, and the next morning, when Daddy asked if I felt all right, I made up an excuse about how it was too hot and humid. My pussy had clenched when Daddy came.

  Maybe he doesn’t realize, but Daddy’s a gorgeous man. Almost too pretty. At home, my friends used to joke about that hot stud I live with. James Bowen, my handsome daddy. Out here, on this island, my feelings rush back. Those forbidden thoughts I’ve had about Dad as I lay in my room rubbing my pussy.

  No. I push my thoughts away. I should be focused on getting us off this island, not fantasizing about the man who raised me.

  But he’s the one stroking his hard cock two feet away from me. He’s been doing it every other night since that first night. Maybe it’s my fault for telling him I sleep like a rock.

  Daddy groans and his hand quickens. I chew my lower lip, watching with one open eye as his abs pull tight and milky liquid dribbles down his tip. His cock is so big and thick. Perfect. Moisture seeps into my panties under the shorts I’m wearing and my nipples harden into points. I fight the urge to touch myself as Daddy stretches out his long legs, ready to cum. His neck cords out.

  He mutters under his breath. “Lexi. Oh baby.”

  I almost gasp. His nickname for me since forever. He can’t be thinking about me in that way. . .

  Then I smell the scent of Daddy’s musk and my heart leaps.

  Daddy growls. “Give me that little pussy.”

  Heat flares over my face.

  “Yes Daddy,” I whisper. Under my sleeping bag, I reach down to relieve my throbbing clit. I press my lips together, both eyes open, staring at his hard cock jutting in the darkness.

  Daddy stops. He realizes he’s spoken aloud. He may have heard my answer.

  “Alexis?” Daddy murmurs. “You awake?”

  I freeze with a finger pressed against my moist clit. Shutting my eyes, I breathe evenly and stay still. My pussy weeps over my hand and I fight the urge to rub. My face burns and my folds throb. The silence is stifling. I was about to cum and my body teeters at the edge. All my desire boils to the surface as my stomach tumbles. It feels like there’s a feather dangling over my clit.

  The stress of the last few days—building a camp, finding water, shutting out the thought that we may be stuck here for weeks if not months—it’s all made me weak. I want comfort. I need love. More than what a dad should provide.

  I sink a finger into my pussy and cum, my whole body shuddering. Whines escape my mouth. Heat explodes between my thighs.

  My eyes open and I look at Daddy. He switches on our only flashlight and returns my stare. He hasn’t covered up his hard cock. The cargo shorts he’s been wearing are hitched around his thighs.

  He knows what I’ve done. Shame burns my face and I shrug helplessly. “Um, sorry Daddy. It was an accident.” I try a chuckle and pretend that his cock isn’t out. Maybe we can just go to sleep. It never happened.

  But Daddy looks stern. His eyes blaze as he sits up. “There’s nothing to be sorry about, Alexis.”

  I blush hotter, lost for words. My heart skitters wildly at the sight of Daddy’s hard muscles scrunched tightly around his middle. The tip of his cock catches the flashlight and gleams faintly. It’s wet, leaking clear cum.

  Daddy touches my forehead and my skin lights on fire.

  “Did you make yourself cum?” he asks.

  I nod. “I—I saw what you were doing.”

  “It’s my fault,” Daddy says. “I thought you were sleeping.”

  “I don’t mind.” Biting my lip, I glance at his cock. “You’re a guy. You gotta jerk off now and then,” I say lightly. I’m trying to make a joke out of the whole thing. I don’t bring up how he’d whispered my name as he stroked his cock.

  Daddy’s not smiling. The corners of his jaw flex and unflex. He unzips my sleeping bag and looks over my body. All I’ve got on is a white tank top and denim shorts, the top unbuttoned. In silence, he slides a hand up my thigh and shockwaves hurl through my belly.

  I moan and hold Daddy’s wrist, guiding his hand higher.

  He straddles my legs making me yelp. Daddy pins my hands down. He rubs the swell of hips and pulls off my shorts. My soaked panties are laid bare. There’s no hiding my moisture. My scent.

  Daddy’s eyes glimmer. He peels back my panties to reveal my glistening pussy.

  I’ve never had much hair down there. After two weeks on the island, there’s a dusting of pale blondeness over my pink lips, but not much. It’s embarrassing. I feel more like a girl than a woman. I close my legs instinctively but Daddy pries them apart.

  He sees nothing wrong.

  “You have a beautiful cunt,” he says in a guttural voice. “Like how I imagined.”

  “Daddy!” I gasp.

  He locks eyes with me and leans between my thighs. His tongue drags up my slit, slathering my juices. I gasp as Daddy parts my labia to find my clit, still sensitive after my orgasm. He swirls over it, tasting me with hunger, and I arch, bucking my hips. Sizzling jolts shoot up my spine as waves of pleasure crash through me.

  Daddy doesn’t speak. His eyes smolder as he licks my pussy. His hands dent the flesh of my thighs, holding me down.

  I strain my legs apart until my hips hurt. Thrusting into Daddy’s mouth, I lose myself in the moment, giving Daddy all he wants. Taking all I need. When his tongue slithers into my pussy and curls up, I scream.

  Daddy’s nostrils flare as he licks under my clitoral hood, dabbing at my virgin membrane, delving around my wet heat. I feel his fingers massaging my lower folds and the delicate inch of skin between my pussy and anus.

  I squirm, writhe.

  Then he stops and sits back on his heels. He glares at my flushed pussy as he strokes his big cock. Bending forward, he rubs his cock head along my inner thigh making me moan for him. I toss my head back as Daddy fondles my most private place. Fingers brush over my folds, rub the puckered skin of my asshole.

  “Yes,” I gasp, “right there.”

  Daddy growls. Something hard enters my puckered hole. My eyes jump open and I realize his thumb is in my asshole.

  “Daddy,” I whimper.

  He doesn’t s
peak. His other hand rubs over my tummy to push up my top until my breasts flop free. Daddy gropes each mound, squeezing roughly, his mouth bent into a tight snarl. He kisses each nipple, still fingering my anus.

  Everything is wrong. He’s my father. He shouldn’t be doing this. But I need more. Want more. My pussy aches for the feeling of his thick cock.

  To be penetrated.

  But Daddy holds back.

  He buries his mouth against mine, kissing deeply, sucking the breath from my lungs, and as I twist under his lust, I feel his fingers leave my rear to enter my pussy, prodding my spot.

  I don’t want this moment to end.

  My body goes rigid as my orgasm crests and shivers wrack my body. Curling my toes, I whine. My pussy clenches rhythmically.

  I nearly cum when a finger skits across my swollen clit.

  Daddy sits back, the muscles shifting under his skin as he strokes his big cock. He cringes at the moment of climax. Ropes of thick cum shoot out to splatter my belly, inches above my pussy. The scent of our sex is heavy on the air.

  Daddy kisses my hairline. He squeezes my breasts as he kisses down my neck. “Sleep, baby.”

  He holds me in his arms. I almost forget we’re trapped on a deserted island. Glowing, drained, and utterly spent, I close my eyes and drift off.

  ◆◆◆

  Waking, I find myself alone. I had a dream about Daddy and I can feel my panties sticking to my folds. But it’s day. What happened last night feels like a dream. But I notice Daddy’s semen dried on my tummy and I know it wasn’t. My own dad ate me out and stuck his fingers in me. And I came from him. He came on me.

  I wrestle with my feelings as I step out.

  The tropical sun is scorching and I’m sweating already. I need to wash. There’s a waterfall about half a mile inland. The only source of fresh water on the whole island. Daddy found it our first week here.

  I spot him nearby, picking through our propeller plane crashed on the beach. He’s wearing cargo shorts. Nothing else. The muscles in his back ripple as he works, and the shape of his solid buttocks makes me blush like a little girl. Sweat trickles down my neck. Nervous, I walk over.

  Daddy spins around. “Morning, hon. Hungry?”

  His voice. Like nothing happened.

  But I catch his eyes wandering over my body. The lust in them flickers before Daddy hides it. I’m wearing a white tank top and cutoff shorts that hug my curves. I know he can see the shape of my breasts.

  Frowning, I shrug. “A little.”

  Daddy takes me to our campfire where he’s cracked open two coconuts. Plenty of coconuts on the island, and sometimes Daddy finds clams. Inland, the waterfall feeds into a freshwater lake in the jungle. If it weren’t for the sun and the bugs it wouldn’t be such a bad deal.

  But I’m not thinking about food.

  We sit around the fire. Daddy watches as I eat. During the day, he never lets me out of his sight, and I tag along everywhere he goes. I guess that’s why he had to stroke himself at night when he thought I was sleeping. The only time he gets to be alone.

  “Dad, about last night—”

  “Let’s not talk about that,” he says stiffly.

  I gape at him. “What?”

  “We shouldn’t have done it, Lexi. It was my fault. I didn’t mean to—”

  “Jack off in front of your daughter?” I shout, tears in my eyes.

  “Yeah,” he says, dropping his gaze.

  I toss the coconut and stomp back to the tent, my heart rattling.

  “Alexis! Come back here.”

  I ignore him and crawl into the tent and hug my knees. Confused, hurt, and wanting him. Minutes later, Daddy enters the tent. He’s too tall to stand inside and hunches over me.

  “Baby, don’t be like this.”

  “Be like what?” I snap, and I notice the bulge in his shorts. Even now he wants me, but he won’t admit it.

  “We have to stay focused,” Daddy says, “on getting off this island.”

  “You were plenty focused last night on getting off.”

  He flinches. Glares at me. His cheeks are shadowed with stubble. Even though we’re stuck here Daddy still shaves every day with a pocket knife to keep his beard away. He cares about appearances. The stubble adds to his ferocity, his hunger, but it doesn’t hide the man underneath. His chiseled jaw. The man I dreamed about.

  I slip off the right strap of my tank to reveal the top of my breast.

  Daddy hisses. “Lexi, stop it!”

  The left strap slides off and my chest is bared.

  “Goddammit,” he says, grabbing my arms. He starts to pull the straps back up, only stopping when I squeeze his erection through those shorts. He snatches my hand away and growls. “What the hell’s wrong with you?”

  “I’ve never had sex before,” I whisper. “Did you know, Dad? Last night was the first time anyone’s touched me there.”

  “It’s wrong. I’m trying to protect you.”

  I shove his chest. “You’re only trying to protect yourself! So you won’t feel guilty—”

  Daddy cuts off my words when he grabs my neck. His lips smash against mine, kissing me savagely. Then he tries to pull away but I hold his shoulders.

  “You little slut,” he grits out. “Come here.”

  He drags me outside. Sitting on a crate, Daddy bends me over his lap and his palm whips over my ass. Sharp slaps heat my bottom, back and forth, jiggling my cheeks. His hard cock nudges against my tummy.

  I cry out, torn between pain and perverse pleasure as Daddy gives me the first spanking of my life. I can’t smell the ocean anymore, or the beach. Daddy’s familiar masculine scent fills my nose. It makes me wetter. My pussy pulses each time his palm thwacks my buttocks.

  “Will you behave?” he rasps, rubbing my rear. “Or do I have to punish you more?”

  “You just want to spank your little girl!”

  A heavy smack lands on both cheeks.

  I twist over his lap, pressing against his cock, rubbing my breasts into his thigh. Daddy growls and yanks my shorts to my knees, then my panties. His hand slaps the bare globes of my ass until I cry out and whimper.

  His hand delves into the cleft of my ass. It slides lower to cup my drenched pussy. As the base of his palm kneads my folds, his fingertips dig into my clit. I tilt my hips up, shuddering, gasping.

  “Is that what you want?” Daddy says, his voice strangled and frustrated.

  “No! I want your cock!”

  Another slap lands on my pussy making me scream. Pleasure jolts my core and my folds throb achingly. He grabs a handful of my blonde hair and yanks, jerking my head up. He kisses me again and when he pulls back I’m breathless.

  “You want to get fucked? Is that it? You want your father’s dick inside your teen cunt?”

  The words shock me. The way my body churns shocks me more. I want all that and more. “Yes,” I sob. “Yes! Who’s gonna fucking know?”

  “Dirty little mouth.”

  “Then clean it,” I stammer.

  His turn to be stunned. Daddy stares at me wide-eyed for a moment. Then he pulls me off and puts me on my knees between his legs. “Open your mouth.”

  I open, and he slides his cock over my tongue to the back of my throat. The size of him makes me tear up. His salty musk overwhelms my taste buds, ramps up my arousal. I can feel his pulse against my lips as Daddy forces his cock deeper.

  The last two inches won’t fit and I start to gag. Daddy slides back then thrusts forward. His cock pumps inside my mouth. His fierce eyes fall on me as my small hands grasp his heavy sac, rolling his man parts between my fingers.

  “Fuck,” he hisses.

  I pop off his cock, glaring at him. “How’s it feel, Dad? Having your daughter suck your penis?”

  Daddy pulls me to my feet. “Don’t move.”

  He pulls off my top, yanks down my shorts and panties. I’m standing naked, nipples stiff, pussy dripping. Daddy kneels and pushes my feet apart. He buries his mouth against m
y vulva, coaxes out my clit with his tongue and he suckles my engorged bud until my knees wobble. I latch on to his unkempt hair, holding on for balance as Daddy eats my pussy again.

  My toes dig into the hot sand and sweat pours off my body. I’ve never felt pleasure so intense in all the times I touched myself. Maybe it’s the island. The danger. The fact we’re trapped and only have each other. Maybe it’s his big hard cock pointing up in a curve between his thighs, or the sheen of perspiration that greases Daddy’s tanned muscles.

  I only know I want more.

  Daddy gets up and licks his lips. He tips up my chin so our eyes meet. “You want my cock? You’ll get it. I’m taking this sweet pussy.”

  He gets a towel and spreads it over the hot sand.

  “Lie down and spread your legs.”

  I obey, my stomach squeezing as Daddy lowers between my thighs. Grabbing my thighs, he holds me wide open while he kisses my breasts.

  The air’s warm, but I can still feel the heat wafting off his cock. My clit pulses at the sight of his head edging forward. When it touches my folds, I squeeze my buttocks and buck forward, pushing onto Daddy’s thick tip.

  His cock head parts my folds.

  I gasp.

  Daddy grits his teeth, eyeing me. “So eager?” He leans into my ear. “You’ll take every inch of my cock, baby girl. And I’m gonna cum inside you.” His voice is coarse, throaty with lust. Daddy’s using his animal voice. “We’re all alone on this island, and I need a little slut to keep my cock warm. I need your cunt. Your tits. After I break in your pussy I’ll fuck your asshole.” He kisses my throat. “We can’t let your pretty little hole go to waste.”

  My pussy clenches and I find myself rubbing against Daddy’s tip, but I’m too afraid to push any harder. Sex for the first time will hurt, won’t it? And Daddy’s animal voice, which I’ve never heard until last night, makes me tremble. His filthy words. The way his body presses me down.

  All I manage to say is, “Yes, Daddy.”

  He leans forward. His body, his needs and desires, his cock—everything seems to harden even more. Daddy’s face is a mask. Maybe he’s too ashamed. Or he wants to hide his desperation. At last he has a girl to fuck.