Little Brats: Hanna: Forbidden Taboo Erotica (4 page)

“But I want to be inside you,” he reminded her, making her tremble at the thought. “I want to show you what it’s like, what pleasure we can have together. A man can bring a woman great pleasure, and not just with his cock. He can use his hands and mouth too, like you did with me.”

Hanna’s eyes widened, but she didn’t say anything. His hands or mouth on her seemed unfathomable, though she knew about it from biology and books.

“Undress for me,” he said.

She stood there a second, her body swaying at the thought of being naked in front of him. Her mother had cautioned her since she was young to cover herself fully except when bathing. Even in the bath, she was told to always use a cloth, to never let her fingers touch her breasts or between her legs as she had just done last night.

“Don’t be shy.” His gaze moved over her body, still clothed, and that made her feel warm.

But her shaking hands remained poised over the buttons dotting the front of her neck-to-floor calico dress—her mother made them, sewing lace at the collar, the hem, and at the cuffs of the long sleeves—so he reached up to undo the buttons for her. She stood there, arms down now at her sides, letting him undress her, moving her like a doll as he stripped her, not only her dress, but her white cotton bra and panties and socks as well.

She fought the urge to cover herself as his hungry eyes roamed.

“You’re so beautiful, Hanna.” His hands settled at the curve of her waist, his eyes meeting hers. “Never hide this body from a man you love. You have curves in all of the right places. Part of what arouses a man is seeing a woman like this, touching her body.”

“It arouses… him?” She crinkled her nose in confusion, biting her lip when he placed his hands on her breasts, shivering when his thumbs brushed her nipples. “But…”

“But it arouses you too?” He nodded, watching her face as he pressed her nipples with his thumbs, making her moan.

“Yes,” she whispered. “When I touch myself… oh, it feels so good, Daddy. She told me it was wrong, and I felt so guilty but…”

“It’s not wrong to feel pleasure.” His hands kneaded her breasts. “And you should fulfill those urges when you don’t have a husband to do it for you.”

“It’s really okay?” she frowned at this conflictual information, but the way he rolled her nipples, sending hot, tingly sensations between her thighs, distracted her.

“It’s more than okay,” he reassured her. “It’s good. Even when you have a husband, you should pleasure yourself if you want to.”

“Really?” It was all so confusing. “But I thought, once I was married, that he would be the one who…”

“Oh of course, he will.” Marshall’s hands moved down her body, over her soft curves. “I’m going to show you everything a man should do for you, so that once you’re married, you won’t be afraid and you can give yourself fully to him.”

Her nipples were achingly hard. The skin tingled as it tightened. She felt a rush all the way down between her legs where she had already grown wetter.

“

“Your nipples are beautiful.” Marshall eyed them like a kid in a candy store. “Someday they’ll feed a baby, but right now they’re just for pleasure. I’m going to show you how your nipples get even harder, like my erection, when they’re sucked on.”

When his full, wet and warm lips formed around one, gave it a small suck before flicking the tiny nub with his tongue, she groaned, her knees going weak. Between her thighs, way up inside her, she pulsed like she had after her dream the other night, a feeling that created an undeniable urge to have something inside her.

“Oh Daddy,” she whispered, her hands in his hair, head going back as he moved to her other nipple, sucking so long and hard, her stomach tightened into a hard ball before it released and something like nervous butterflies fluttered through her middle.

“Does that make your pussy wet?” he whispered, flicking her nipple with her tongue.

She nodded, flushing at that word.
My pussy.
It sounded so foreign and strange, but exciting too.

“Come here.” He guided her, pressing her onto the bed. “On your back. Good girl. Now… let your legs fall open.”

She looked up at him, biting her lip, too afraid to show him so, with gentle hands, he pushed her knees apart.

“Oh Hanna,” he breathed, eyes glassy as he stared between her legs. “You’re pussy is so beautiful. So… fucking… beautiful…”

He throat clicked as he swallowed.

“You like it?” She blinked in surprise at his reaction.

“Have you ever seen yourself?” His gaze lifted and he met her eyes. “Have you ever seen how beautiful you are down there?”

“No!” She gasped at the thought. She couldn’t remember looking down there at all, not since long before she started growing sparse, blonde hair in her nether regions.

“I can
see
how wet you are…” Her stepfather’s gaze moved again between her thighs. “Look, let me show you.”

He moved to take a hand mirror from her mother’s dresser, one that had been passed down, mother to daughter. It was an old, antique thing with a long gold handle. Her stepfather gave it to her, positioning it so Hanna could lift her head, look down, and see. The curly blonde hair between her legs covered her swollen, glistening wet folds, but she could see how pink her flesh was.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” he murmured and Hanna nodded, not trusting her voice.

She kept hearing her mother’s voice and fought those feelings. She was supposed to feel guilty about being naked in front of her stepfather, to be doing such things with him, such wonderful things. Her mother didn’t believe in too much pleasure. In fact,
Pastor David said
—always that phrase, uttered from her mother’s mouth—pleasure should be used as a gauge to stop people from sinning. If it felt good, you knew it was wrong.

Only, this felt so right.

Marshall finally removed his shirt before he got on the bed on all fours between her wide open legs. Her whole body tingled just having him so close. Then, instead of taking her, entering her like she expected him to and was braced for, he settled himself between her open thighs. Hanna looked down at him in surprise and wonder as he held the mirror, angled so she could see.

“See this here?” His finger moved over a tiny nub at the top of her cleft, that secret spot, the one that, when touched, thrilled her like nothing else ever had. Her bottom clenched tight at his touch and she gasped out loud. “This is your clitoris. Is feels good to be touched here, doesn’t it? Do you like that?”

“Ohh yes,” she breathed.

“You’ve rubbed this spot before?” He passed his finger over that spot, back and forth, and she cried out. Her body felt tight, strung taut, like he was plucking a guitar string, making her whole being sing. “Until you climaxed?”

“Yes,” she confessed with a little nod of her head.

“But you’ve never had it kissed or licked?”

“No!” Hanna watched in the mirror as he rubbed it with his fingers, rubbing her wetness over the hood of her clit.

“Does that shock you?” he smiled, kissing the inside of her thigh. His breath was warm, his lips soft. “I love to kiss and lick a woman there. I love the taste, the way she feels in my mouth. Can I kiss you there, Hanna?”

“You really like it?” She frowned, disbelieving, but nodded her assent when he reassured her with a groan and a fervent nod of his own.

Then his mouth moved between her legs, his tongue darting out to part her folds, moving back and forth until it nestled itself at the top of her slit. Her fingers—and his—felt incredible. But this? This was bliss. Pure heaven. This must be what angels felt every minute of the day. All of her denied desires broke through whatever was left of the wall her mother had built, flowing out of her like honey.

“Oh Daddy!” she moaned, her hips rocking up to meet his flickering tongue. “Oh that feels so… so… ohhhhh!”

“Mmm,” he agreed, fastening his mouth over her mound, sucking and licking, the heat of his tongue lashing her again and again.

Hanna grabbed the mirror from him, angling it so she could watch her stepfather lick her wet pussy. She marveled at it, not just the sensation, but watching his tongue flick and tease her clit, sucking at that little bit of flesh, his breath hot. One hand held the mirror, the other moved in his hair, her hips moving all on their own, pressing up, wanting more, more, more, until it was difficult for him to follow her and he grabbed her ass in his big hands.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Hanna apologized, shame flooding her cheeks. “Am I supposed to keep still?”

“No, sweetheart.” He chuckled. “That’s a natural movement. You’ll move just like that when I’m inside you. But I want to make you climax like this first. You taste so good. Look how wet and delicious you are.”

She was looking. The mirror reflected the way his tongue flattened, moving between her lips, brushing downward over her hole. That’s where he would slide inside of her, she knew. His tongue probed there, sucking and licking her juices, before slipping upward again. When he reached the very top, she moaned, pushing up again with her hips.

“Oh Daddy, yes, right there,” she moaned, dropping the mirror so she could run both hands through his hair. “Please! Please!

She found herself begging him again and again, her body trembling on the precipice of that hot rush of contractions she’d experienced the night before at her own hand—only this was stronger. So much stronger. The sensation of his wet tongue was something sublime, beyond anything she’d ever experienced. He didn’t let up, flicking his tongue and sucking in a glorious rhythm. Her hips moved, faster, the wet sound of his face buried between her legs filling the room.

“Oh! Daddy! Oh now, please, now!”

He grunted and grabbed her behind in his hands, squeezing and pulling her close as her orgasm overtook her. The tremors shook her heated body, muscles tightening and releasing, her toes curling as she quaked in his arms, thrashing on the bed. The sensation filled her with a bright, shuddering light, a fire that blurred all sensation into a pinnacle of sheer bliss that she feared, for a moment, might actually drive her mad.

She opened her eyes when he laid his body over hers. She welcomed him, his chest heavy, his erection nestled between their bellies, as he pressed his wet lips to hers.

“Taste yourself,” he murmured as he swept his tongue to part her lips.

The musky, sweet taste of her own wetness lingered in her mouth as she kissed him back. She’d kissed Marshall a million times, light pecks goodnight, but this was something else altogether. His mouth was full of secrets, his tongue seeking entrance, just like his cock throbbing against her navel. He wanted inside of her, to devour and consume her. And she wanted it too.

“Please,” she whispered when they parted. “Put it inside me. I want to feel you.”

He nodded, drawing a shaky breath.

“It may hurt you,” he warned softly, reaching down between them to cup her mound. It was still wet and swollen from her climax and she moaned softly. “Have you ever put anything inside you before?”

“No.” She shook her head.

“Not even your fingers?” His probed her as he slid one long finger into her hole.

“Well yes…” she flushed. “My fingers sometimes.”

“Anything else?” he inquired. Two fingers now. Hanna shivered and moaned as he rocked his hand, moving them, in and out. “A sex toy?”

“No!” Her eyes widened. “Never!”

“I’ll teach you about toys some other time.” He smiled. “Your mother thinks they’re tools of the devil, but they’re not. Nothing else? A candle? A carrot? A cucumber? Girls get curious sometimes…”

“No.” Hanna shook her head vehemently, although now that he mentioned all of those things, her mind exploded with the possibilities.

“So it really will be your first time.” He nodded, slipping a third finger into her. She gasped and squirmed. “I promise, I’ll go slow. If it hurts, you tell me. There may be a moment of pain when I break your hymen.”

“I read about that,” she offered, her body tensing, not knowing what to expect.

“It’s only once,” he soothed, his fingers moving slowly in and out of her wetness. “Do you trust Daddy?”

She nodded, meeting his eyes, but she felt her bottom clench at the thought.

“Shhhh, sweetheart.” He kissed her cheek, shaking his head. “Relax. Don’t tense up. It will only make things more difficult.”

Hanna nodded, taking a deep breath. She remembered him saying that to her mother, how the woman and tried to close her legs, even as he tried to enter her. She didn’t want to do that. She wanted to please him.

“Easy, I’m just going to rub the head of my cock against your pussy, okay?” His fingers were gone from inside of her, but then there was another sensation, a fat, spongy head sliding through her slit, up and down. Hanna moaned when it rubbed up against her clit, biting her lip when he neared her virgin hole.

“Doesn’t that feel good?” he breathed. “I won’t do anything without telling you, I promise. Okay?”

“Okay,” she breathed, putting her arms around his neck. “I’m ready. I am.”

“Good girl.” He kissed her softly, his tongue probing, mimicking that same motion between her legs. His cock was aimed right at her hole. “Okay, sweetheart, Daddy’s going to put his cock inside of you now.”