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Youthful Desire Satisfied: Taboo Barely Legal Erotica ebook

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Opis ebooka Youthful Desire Satisfied: Taboo Barely Legal Erotica - Carrie Oakey

Warning: Very taboo. Not for the faint of heart. May include BDSM, incest, and other taboo and forbidden elements. This is a vintage **full length** (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel.******There was this cute junior, Sandra MacLanglin, who'd appeared in our school after Thanksgiving holidays. First time I'd laid eyes on her she'd sent my steam pressure zooming, so I moved right in to protect her from the mob of other panting young studs threatening to trample her in their eagerness to be the first to date her.

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Youthful Desire Satisfied

Carrie Oakey

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 1

There was this cute junior, Sandra MacLanglin, who'd appeared in our school after Thanksgiving holidays. First time I'd laid eyes on her she'd sent my steam pressure zooming, so I moved right in to protect her from the mob of other panting young studs threatening to trample her in their eagerness to be the first to date her.

The following Friday evening when I went to pick Sandra up for that first date, however, I was met at the door by her mother, Big Sandra. She had everything Sandra had, only more of it. It was hard to believe she actually could be Sandra's mother; an older sister seemed more likely, but she was actually her mother.

Anyhow, Big Sandra welcomed me like an old friend and showed me into the front room. I found myself talking with her as easily as I'd been able to talk with Sandra. Some kind of physical magnetism she radiated had me wishing to hell I was an old friend, or at least older, because if Sandra had raised my steam pressure, that mysterious something about her mother quickly had my blood heated up to a hard boil that made me almost forget about Sandra being the one I was there about.

Then Big Sandra abruptly informed me she was sorry but Sandra's father had arrived unexpectedly on an afternoon plane and, exercising his visitation rights, had taken Sandra out for dinner and a show that evening. She was so apologetic, I felt apologetic about being the cause of her being so apologetic. I was amazed to hear myself suggesting, "If Sandra has other demands on her time this evening, how about letting me show you our town's chief points of interest?"

I was even more amazed to hear her luscious mother declare, "I'd love that, but I'm not ready to go anywhere. I'd have to bathe and fix my hair-"

I interrupted, declaring, "If you make yourself any more attractive than you already are, I'll have to call for a police escort to hold off the mobs of other jealous men."

She seemed to like that. Not that she said anything, exactly, but I could see it in her eyes. What she did say was, "It wouldn't take me so long if you'd be willing to be a dear and help me some."

Looking back, I realize there had to have been something about me that turned her on, regardless of the difference in our ages, exactly like that mysterious something about her that turned me on, because I found out she wasn't ordinarily the kind of woman who plays it fast and loose. Regardless, after I'd assured her I'd gladly assist her any way I could, Big Sandra asked, "Will you scrub my back for me, wash all my hard-to-reach places so my bath won't take me so long?"

I nodded, gulping. I nodded because right at that moment my throat was suddenly too tight with excitement to utter even a squeak. Just the feminine magnetism that radiated from Big Sandra had started my cock getting hard, but that request of hers for me to scrub her back and hard-to-reach places, whatever that meant, had my cock trying to tear its way through my damned pants front.

Up in the bathroom of the master bedroom, I found out Big Sandra had a master-sized shower stall but no tub. In order to wash her back I'd just almost have to be in the shower stall with her. Lordy, by then I was so damned hot I was scared I'd come off like a green damned kid by coming in my pants or some equally dumb thing. My hands were trembling so as I undressed myself I had one hell of a time getting out of my clothes. I was thankful Big Sandra didn't seem to be paying much attention to me right then. She seemed to be having a problem getting her bra unfastened.

Suddenly she murmured, "Would you be a dear and unfasten this catch for me? I just can't seem to get it."

I'd just finished stripping to the buff by that time. When I stood up to go to her my old cock was riding rigidly at attention as it hung out before my belly. She had all her clothes off except that overloaded bra, but she couldn't have acted calmer if we'd both been fully clothed.

When I tried to move in behind her to get at the stubborn bra catch, however, she turned herself so I was forced to approach front to front. She didn't seem to even see my stiff cock sticking out ahead of me, but when I stopped back a pace away from her and bent forward to reach under her arms and behind her to the troublesome catch, trying to keep my forward cock from nuzzling into her luscious bare belly, she stepped on in close to me. Her belly came against mine with my stiff cock sandwiched between. I was so excited my cock began throbbing like I was nearly ready to come.

I was no cherry; I'd fucked my share of girls since my first year in high school. But this was my very first experience with a fully mature woman and maybe that's what made it seem so damned much more intensely exciting.

Anyhow, my cock was so sizzling hot, sandwiched there like it was between Big Sandra's luscious belly and my own, that I just knew it was going to betray me and begin geysering all over our bellies and the bathroom floor. And if it did, I knew I'd die and sink right through that tile floor with embarrassment.

I'd heard that deep breathing helped you relax and relaxing helped minimize pain and all other kinds of sensation, including those generated by runaway sexual tensions. So I began dragging huge breaths of air in as deep as I could make it go into my lungs while I fumbled with that bra catch back there behind her back. Even with the deep breathing, I was scared to move for fear the slightest movement of either of our bellies against my tingling cock would trigger me.

Finally I got the stubborn catch unfastened, and instantly Big Sandra's heavy, ripe naked tits burst free of the bra's restraint and came jumping out proud and free right before my startled eyes. Without a conscious thought, just pure reflex or instinct, I ducked my face and buried my face between those luscious big boobs, then began licking and kissing them. Big Sandra put a hand on my head and began running her fingers through my hair, not acting exactly displeased by my uninhibited behavior. She didn't pull away or protest in any way, even when I finally sucked both her rigid nipples into my hot mouth together as I pressed her luscious tits together between my sweaty hands. Her fingers just clutched at my hair momentarily, then went right on stroking through it like they'd been doing. I remember that much, although I'll admit I've never been able to remember too much of the details from that point on. I remember feeling amazed at finding myself so superheated, just as if this had been my very first experience with a naked female who seemed ready to get my stiff cock straight between us.

The fact was, I'd fucked enough high school girls before then so that the whole sex scene had begun seeming just a little on the jaded side to me, especially if I didn't have a completely new and different girl than I'd ever had before. But no new and different girl I'd ever had in more than a year had turned my burners on like that mysterious something about Big Sandra had. I felt sure I hadn't been as steamed up in my entire life before, not even by the very first fuck I'd ever had.

I finally let her delicious tits slip out of my mouth to gasp, "You're delectable! Beautiful!"

Big Sandra closed the fingers of one hand around my swollen cock as she stepped back to release it from the sandwich between our bellies. As she gave it a couple of gentle strokes, she murmured, "You look pretty delectable yourself, sweet-" She broke off with a sudden frown, then asked, "What's your name again?"

"Vince Peters," I told her.

"Sweet Vince," she murmured, smiling. Suddenly she let her knees hinge, sinking toward the floor. When her mouth was level with that rock-hard cock of mine, she stuck out her tongue and gave me a drooling lick from my balls to the sensitive tip of the flared head of my cock. That set up sensations in it that felt like the sound given off by a tuning fork. For an instant I shook like a chill had taken me.

While I still stood frozen there in my tracks, vibrating, Big Sandra's lips closed around the head of my cock, sucking at it while she teased the sensitive underside near the tip with flicking strokes of her tongue. That brought a rasping, taut, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" gasping out of me gustily.

Having given that quick sample, Big Sandra straightened herself before me, gripped my tingling cock gently in one hand, and turned toward the shower. Using my cock like a handle, she led me to the big glass-enclosed stall.

Taking a shower with someone of the opposite sex who really turns you on, I've discovered, can make just a shower an extraordinary experience you'll never forget. Something about having hot water sprayed upon your naked flesh seems to intensify the voltage of the sensations you enjoy from every contact your skin makes with any part of your partner's body. Especially when that partner is someone as lusciously curvaceous as Big Sandra!

I'd already learned what a mistake it is to come on too hot and heavy like a bull-anxious clod, a mistake I'd discovered many of my fellow athletic types consistently made. Their talk in the locker room made it obvious they had an idea that sex is nothing better than just another type of body contact sport involving a winner and a loser at which they never lose because they're physically able to overpower the opponent, a girl, who is always weaker. They seem to consider girls and women some kind of inferior beings created for the sole purpose of providing them and all other supposedly superior males a supply of punching bags with cunts which they felt somehow honor bound to use and humble.

But I'd been lucky enough to find out what a stupid idea that was the very first time I fucked a girl. That first girl had shown me I could enjoy a more intense kind of pleasure from learning how to create mind-blasting sensations in my partner than it was possible to get from the ordinary male concentration upon self-centered, completely selfish preoccupation with my personal sensations alone. So I didn't try to rush things with Big Sandra. I set my pace according to cues I picked up from her reactions. Hot as I was, I'll admit it wasn't easy to do.

Everything evens out, however; you give something and you get something even better in return. I'd learned long before that experience with Big Sandra that my holding a tight check on my faster-rising male passion heightened the sensitivity in every cell of my entire body, intensifying the sensation I enjoyed beyond anything otherwise possible.

So I began lathering Big Sandra's shoulders. As I did, I rubbed the tingling hardness of my stiff cock against the curving softness of her ass. She cooperated by tipping her pelvis, which pushed the luscious cheeks of her ass back against me harder.

I don't really think it was necessary for me to hold back on her account; I think she was ready. She started to turn herself, as if to bring her front around to face mine. But I stopped her, reminding, "You wanted me to wash your back. Remember?"

I released my quick grip on her shoulders and returned to lathering her back. But as I went I sent my hands in under her armpits where the roots of those luscious tits began. My cock pressed into the crack of her ass felt a shiver flash through her in response to the touch of my fingertips on her mammary glands, even away back there under her arms. I knew she wanted me to bring my hands on forward until my fingers closed upon her excited nipples. But I also knew it was as good for her to wait a little before she got what she wanted as it was for me.

I moved my hands downward instead, lathering her sides over her ribcage. I was teasing her and I knew she knew it; in a way I was letting her know I was no mere green high school kid, despite whatever difference happened to exist in our ages. I was telling her I could hold up the man's end with her, regardless of how she wanted to play this little game.

So I worked my hands on downward until her whole back, including the lusciously soft, curvaceous cheeks of her ass and the crack between them all were thoroughly lathered. Below that point, I hunkered down upon one heel while I lathered the backs of her long, tapered legs to the knees, then on down to the trim ankles; then her heels.

I washed her feet, then began working my way upward over the skin covering the front of her legs as well as the soft, sensitive skin on the inside of both thighs. As my fingertips approached her muff-covered jewel box containing that personal treasure she carried between her two lovely legs, I glanced up at her face and found it lined with strain and her eyes clenched tightly closed. Abruptly, before she expected it, I put my lather-covered hand upon her cunt A low, strangled groan came from her.

Chapter 2

As the groan came out of Big Sandra, her head tipped back on her shoulders like a hand had fastened in her hair from behind and jerked her head back. She acted like her knees were about to give away. But in no way was she asking me to stop what I was doing to her. Instead she thrust her pelvis forward, grinding her cunt against my hand, clearly asking as unmistakably as if she'd put it into so many words for me to at least dip a finger into her cunt.

I crooked two fingers, sending them stroking into the steaming, slippery crack between the outer lips of her drooling cunt. That really brought a strangled, gasping, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" out of her. She drove her cunt at my hand again, trying to send my exploring fingers deeper into her. Another sharp, gasping, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" came out of her explosively. Then I was startled to feel the muscles of her cunt begin milking furiously at my penetrating fingers as she began to come. That's all it had taken. I couldn't believe it for an instant.

Big Sandra threw her arms around me, hugging herself to me, her luscious big tits plastered tightly against my chest, her cunt grinding against my hand as it pulsated with her furious orgasm. At the same time her mouth found mine and she laid her hot lips on mine like frantically, her tongue thrusting through my lips into my mouth to twine affectionately with my tongue. Then her tongue went flashing here and there, exploring the whole interior of my mouth lovingly. All the while muffled moans were coming out of her from the ecstasy and agony of her orgasm.

By the time she broke that passionate kiss, I was panting and gasping for breath as noisily as she was. I think if just a hot breath had blown across my tingling cock right then, I'd have come. Fortunately no hot breath blew across the throbbing head of my cock.

I felt the storm of pulsations in her cunt subsiding. I pulled my fingers out of her before they touched something that would trigger her again. I brought my hand upward, beginning to spread lather over her lower belly as I pulled free of her encircling arms and stepped back. She released me reluctantly and I reminded, "I'm supposed to be in here helping you bathe. Remember?"

"You're not that naive, Vince, lover," Big Sandra reproached knowingly. "You've already shown me you know enough about women to see straight through that ploy of mine. That was merely the handiest excuse I could think of on the spur of the moment to get us both out of our clothes ... as you well know. You also know damned well what I really want, don't you?"

I chuckled, "I know anything you wait for a little tastes all the sweeter because you waited."

"Oh, damn you!" Big Sandra gasped petulantly, "I've had to wait too long already! That's one of the problems of being either a young widow or divorced. You've had enough sex to develop a healthy appetite for it regularly and then all of a sudden it isn't available regularly ... unless you let yourself turn into a slut, which I refuse to do. In the first place, the sex you get with the kind of men who prey on widows and divorcees and turn them into sluts is damned poor quality, low satisfaction sex. There's just no way it can ever be worth that kind of price. Not to me. So I've been going a long, long time between the sex feasts I've had a chance to enjoy. That's the only excuse I've got for coming on like a dirty, lecherous old woman, like I have with you." She sounded breathless.

My hands had been spreading lather higher and still higher while she talked, until they began brushing those luscious breasts, which didn't seem to help her breathlessness. Both nipples stood at rigid attention, like two tiny penises, each trying to attract the attention of my caressing fingertips.

I felt certain Big Sandra had started holding her breath, just waiting for the touch of my fingers on or at least near those nipples. But I couldn't have her anticipating me, now could I? I took my hands to her armpits where the swelling curve of her breasts began.

Big Sandra's eyes popped open, surprised and ready to protest. But that turned into a mute stare as my fingertips started slowly forward along the swelling sides of her luscious tits. And there was no doubt about whether she was holding her breath or not as my caressing fingertips stroked slowly toward her nipples. She began trembling with the excitement I was stirring up within her. One of her own hands went shooting abruptly to her crotch where her fingers began almost frantically caressing her own clitoris. That started her hips making humping movements like it was an involuntary action she was powerless to control.

She surprised me, then. The hand teasing her own cunt abruptly moved from her cunt and closed upon my cock almost possessively. She stepped in close, bringing the head of my cock to the job her fingers had been doing, caressing her tingling clitoris with it. That didn't do a thing to cool me off. Neither did the groaning way she gasped, "Oh, I've just got to have you in me! I'm gonna die if I have to wait any longer to get your delicious cock into my hungry cunt!"

She couldn't have been one bit more ready than I felt, but I wanted her even hotter than I was. I knew the one and only way to make sure of that was to make her wait a little longer. Regardless of how positive she might be that waiting any longer would kill her, I knew it wouldn't.

So I held back when she tried to guide my cock into her sizzling cunt, giving her just enough of it to stroke through her cunt's drooling lips and tease her more but not enough to get actually into her. Just to help things along, my sudsy fingers bunched together and closed around both her excited nipples gently, then pulled both of them, stretching them slowly.

Lordy, it was like I'd pulled both triggers on a double-barrelled shotgun. Even with the tingling head of my cock just barely penetrating the lips of her cunt, I felt the violent seizure that knotted the muscles of not only her cunt but her whole lower belly. It held for an instant, during which a scream came out of her like she was in mortal agony. Then all those muscles began a hard, rhythmic pulsating as she blasted off into another orgasmic orbit.

Mindlessly, her ass kept pushing her cunt at my cock, trying to drive that caressing hardness into it. But I kept backing away, letting her have nothing but the head of it to continue teasing her cunt with while my fingers continued teasing her tits. She kept coming after me, determined to get my cock into her ravenous cunt, her whole body jerking and twitching almost like she was having a fit of some kind, her eyes clenched tightly shut and her head rolled back on her shoulders while her hands clutched at me, trying to pull me in close.

But I managed to keep my distance from her, giving her only as much of my cock as I wanted her to have yet, by making three fast laps around the shower stall backing away from her. We were well rinsed by then and she kept coming on stronger, threatening to finally get me cornered if I didn't get outside that stall where I'd have more room to maneuver.

So the fourth time around I got the door open and backed right on out of the shower into the big bathroom proper. The thought flashed through my head that if anyone could have gotten a motion picture of our weird, impromptu sex-dance it probably would have looked funny as hell, with Big Sandra's screams and moans filling in as the music.

It took some fancy footwork, but I managed to keep on backpedaling until those massive pulsations in her cunt finally tapered off and reluctantly stopped. Big Sandra's luscious body stopped its twitching and jerking and her cunt stopped chasing my cock. Her legs seemed to be trembling as she stopped coming at me and stood there panting like a runner who's just finished a hard mile. She gasped complainingly, "Lover, why do you delight so in torturing me?"

I asked, "You want me to stop?"

"Oh, no!" she groaned. "Please don't stop!"

As a reward to her for giving me the right answer, I cupped her luscious tits in both hands, brought both excited nipples to my mouth and sucked them in. I gave them a quick suck and a licking I meant as a promise of things to come. Her hands clutched my hair and she moaned and acted like her knees were about to buckle under her.

I pulled my mouth away from her delicious tits before that happened. As I straightened again before her, still holding both luscious tits in my hands, I asked, "How'd you like having me eat your pussy?"

"You're really amazing!" she gasped.

"How come?" I chuckled.

"You'd take time to make oral love to me when you know I'm about to go out of my mind wanting you to fuck me?" she panted, sounding incredulous.

I asked, "Don't you enjoy oral sex?"

"Of course I enjoy it, lover!" she exclaimed. "What woman doesn't? But that's not the point!"

"What's the point, then?" I demanded.

She shrugged, shaking her head as if searching for words, then declared, "Just that for some reason most men seem unable to think of wanting to do anything but fuck me, without wasting any time at all on preliminaries. But here I am dying to have you fuck me, so you're the one who's forcing me to wait for it while you take me through all the lovely preliminaries which I don't need this time because I was burning up with passion for you from the very first touch. Talk about ironic! That's the point."

"But you do enjoy having your pussy eaten?" I persisted.

She rolled her eyes and her words came out in a sexy sigh as she admitted, "I've loved it ... the few chances I've ever gotten to enjoy being loved that way. But this is one of the few times I'd gladly pass-"

I interrupted, "Only amateurs, greenhorns, and horse-cocked stupes ever get in a hurry with sex. All connoisseurs know that patience adds richness to sex exactly as time adds quality to good wine or whiskey."

"Lordy, how did a guy as young as you are get so wise about things most men never live long enough to learn?" she sighed, sounding almost disgusted. Her breathing was again beginning to sound ragged as my fingers on her tits started right in rekindling her passion.

I chuckled and told her, "Maybe it's because I've liked girls well enough to listen to them, ever since I was just a little guy. No man can learn to make love to a woman unless he's first learned to respect whatever she has to say enough to really listen to her. But that listening involves a hell of a lot more than just listening to the things she says in words. That much I'm certain of."

"And most men never even listen to the things a woman tries to put into words, much less any more than that," Big Sandra murmured breathlessly. "You are really too much."

I said wryly, "Sure I am. After this, you'll probably take a shotgun to me if I even try to speak to your daughter."

"Don't be silly," Big Sandra gasped as she caressed her clitoris with the head of my cock. "You're the perfect one, I think, to teach a sweet girl like my little Sandra. You can give her a gift she'll cherish all the rest of her life."

"A gift?" I asked, puzzled.

Big Sandra nodded, her eyes again beginning to get a droop-lidded, bedroom look about them as her face again began looking drawn with the pressure of sexual tension rising within her. She whispered breathlessly, "You can give her a gift of knowledge. The knowledge of exactly how much she as a woman had a right to expect from a man making love to her. And the knowledge of how indescribably great it really is to be a woman when you've found the right man and you teach him how to make love to you just exactly right for you."

I couldn't believe my ears. "You approve of the idea of me fucking your daughter?" I demanded.

"Someone's sure as hell going to fuck her, and probably already has," Big Sandra exclaimed in ragged gasps. "Before she's any older, she'll be lucky if you teach her how really great sex can be. Ought to be. Can't help but be when it's done lovingly and warmheartedly, enthusiastically, freely, naturally, joyously."

I stared at her a moment, continuing to tease her luscious tits. Finally I declared, "You really mean it."