Little Brats: Hanna: Forbidden Taboo Erotica (3 page)

This was her stepfather, but it was also her dream man.

“Oh Daddy, I’m sorry.” Hanna felt tears prick her eyes as they parted. “I never should have told you. I didn’t mean to. I just… wanted you so much. In my dream, I mean. I wanted… ohhhh, I wanted it.”

“If you love a man, it’s not wrong to want him,” her stepfather whispered. His gaze was on her mouth and his thumb moved there, rubbing her lips.

She thought that over. She did love him, after all.

“I know your mother tells you it’s a sin.” He swallowed, his gaze moving down to her blouse, buttoned up tight, but her nipples showed, hard points, even through both blouse and bra. She couldn’t help arching a little, straining those little nubs against the fabric. The sensation made her feel dizzy and faint. “She’ll never teach you what it should be like, between a man and a woman.”

“Will you teach me?” she asked quickly, biting her lip. “Teach me what it’s like?”

“Hanna…” He took a deep breath. “I think—”

“Show me,” she urged him. “Show me, Daddy. Please?”

He let a hand move through her soft, long blonde hair.

“You want me to show you?”

She nodded, eager.

“You want to learn how a man and a woman join together?” he murmured the question. “About what they can do for each other to bring us as close to Heavenly bliss as we can get on earth?”

“Oh yes,” she breathed. He made it sound even better than she imagined.

“Sometimes I can’t believe my daughter’s a woman now, old enough to marry.” He smiled, his fingertips brushing her cheek. “It makes me sad to think that your mother has already poisoned your mind against it. I don’t want that to ruin your marriage, your chance for happiness.”

“Then show me, Daddy.” Hanna squirmed on the bed. “I love you. You said it wasn’t a sin, if you loved someone…”

“And I love you.” He met her eyes when he said the words. “I suppose I’m the best one to teach you.”

“You are,” she agreed. “I know it.”

Her dream had been a sign, she was sure of it, pointing to this moment.

“You’ve probably only seen a penis in health or biology books, right?” he asked, smiling when she nodded. “Let me show you what it looks like.”

Her stepfather tossed the afghan to the floor and she gasped to see his erection standing up tall, rock hard.

“Don’t be afraid.” He smiled at her wide eyed look. “It goes by many names, although the common slang is usually cock or dick.”

“Cock.” She tried the word out as she looked as his throbbing member. Cock. She repeated it in her head. Just thinking the word made her feel warm. So she tried out another. “Dick.”

“Good girl.” He praised her, his erection—his
cock
—bobbing gently in response.

“When a man gets aroused, it gets hard, like this.” He glanced down at his lap and so did she. “Blood pumps into it, making it grow. Here, give me your hand so you can feel how hard the shaft is and how spongy the head.”

He took her fingers, running the pads of them over his flesh. Her breath came faster as she touched the veined shaft, amazed at how soft the skin was, how it moved. The head was spongy, just like he said, and the tip glistened. Her fingers were sticky with the stuff.

“You can squeeze it,” he assured her. “It doesn’t hurt.”

Hanna wrapped her little fist around the length of him and squeezed. Her stepfather let out a long, low moan.

“You said it didn’t hurt.” Hanna withdrew her hand in surprise.

“It doesn’t.” He took a deep breath. “It feels good. That was the sound of pleasure.”

“Ohh.” She reached for him, squeezing again, hearing him groan in response. “That was the noise you were making earlier.”

“Yes.” He nodded agreement.

“But your hand was moving.” Hanna mimicked his earlier motion, up and down, feeling his hips move with her, that low sound escaping his throat again. “Like this.”

“Yes,” he panted. “Oh that’s good. Sweetheart, your hand feels so good on Daddy’s cock.”

“It makes me feel good too.” She met his eyes, her breath coming faster. “Down there.”

“That’s good.” He smiled. “That’s normal. You know how it works, don’t you?”

“I read a book,” she confessed. “In the library. I know about vaginas and penises, about the sperm and the ovum. All that stuff.”

“Not very sexy, is it?” he laughed.

“No,” she admitted, although she had found it intriguing. “But this is.”

“So you know what these are?” He slid a hand down to cup the heavy sack between his legs.

“Testicles. They hold the semen.”

“Right. They go by many names too, but usually they’re called balls.” He smiled. “They’re very sensitive. You have to be careful with these.”

“Okay.” She watched, fascinated, as he took her hand and moved it down to cup his testicles. His
balls.
Oh that word made her feel funny.

“You can massage them gently.” He showed her, pressing a hand over hers. “I like to have mine cradled and squeezed, lightly. Just a little, like this. Mmmm. I also like to have them sucked on.”

“Sucked on!” She gaped at him.

“Yes.” His eyes danced as he looked at her shocked expression. “My cock too.”

That didn’t make any sense to her at all. Penises in vaginas made perfect sense. That was how you made babies. But what purpose did putting his cock—or his balls—in her mouth serve?

“It feels good,” he reminded her, as if he was reading her mind. “It’s about pleasure. The more pleasure we can give each other, the closer we’ll get to God.”

“Really?” She cocked her head in wonder, squeezing his balls gently in her hand, hearing his breath become more ragged as she explored. His hips began moving, his moans growing louder, and she pulled her hand back, alarmed. “Is it okay? Was I hurting you?”

“No, sweetheart,” he assured her, guiding her hand back between his legs. “You can touch me anywhere you like. Here, let’s make this easier.”

“We won’t tell your mother about my boots or this little lesson, right?” He pulled off his boots, grinning as she watched. “It’ll be our secret.”

“Okay,” Hanna readily agreed.

“She’d think it wrong.” Her stepfather slipped out of his jeans and boxers. “But she’s the one who’s so horribly wrong.”

“That’s because she lets Pastor David think for her, instead of thinking for herself.” The words escaped Hanna’s mouth and she clapped her hands over it quickly, but that barn door had been opened, the horses already released.

“It’s true.” Her stepfather laughed. “Smart girl. Come here.”

Hanna let him take her by the upper arms, gently guiding her down to kneel between his open thighs.

“I’m going to show you how to take a man into your mouth.” His hand moved in her hair. “How to suck on him to make him as big as he can be, so he can pleasure you.”

“Oh I like that idea.”

“Me too.” He chuckled. “Are you afraid of it?”

She shook her head, gazing at his cock. “I think it’s beautiful.”

“Do you?” he smiled. “Go ahead and touch it. Like you were before.”

Hanna grasped it in her fist, liking the way it made him moan when she began to stroke it up and down, like she’d seen him do. She liked the way it pleased him.

“Would you like to try putting it in your mouth?”

She nodded, leaning in, eager, but his hand in her hair kept her at bay.

“Easy,” he urged. “No teeth. That could hurt. Just your lips and your tongue. Round those pretty lips over your teeth and take as much of it into your mouth as you can.”

He moved her head to him until the head of his cock rested against her lips. She couldn’t breath as her heart thumped in her chest like a rabbit’s foot. As he lifted his hips, sliding himself into her mouth, she curled her lips as he’d said. She didn’t want to hurt him.

“Now, lick it. Roll your tongue around it. Feel the veins. Get it wet. Move your fingers through the wetness until you can easily slide them up and down. This makes him hard for you.” His last sentence ended with a hiss of air over his teeth as she obeyed.

His penis—his
cock
—was swollen, engorged, filled with blood, throbbing under her tongue. His skin was salty and she licked the head, curious about that sticky liquid. That tasted peppery, almost hot, like it might burn her tongue. Salt and pepper. That’s what cock tasted like. The realization excited her. Hanna knelt up, squeezing him in her fist as she leaned in, taking more of him into her mouth. It was a little scary—he was big—and she could only take about half of it before she withdrew with a gasp.

“Very good, for a first try.” He smiled down at her, hand moving through her hair. “Ready to try again?”

“It feels good?” she tipped her head back to meet his eyes.

“Oh yes, very good,” he assured her, guiding her head back between his thighs.

Hanna let him, aiming his cock, taking it into her mouth, further this time, slightly more than halfway. But this time she didn’t pull away. This time she moved him deeper into her throat, feeling the pressure of his hand on the back of her head, urging her on. The rhythm was easy, up and down, although the faster she went, the dizzier she felt. Still, she persisted. She liked the way it made her feel—the motion made her sex ache with need. She also liked the way it made him feel. His soft cries and low moans made her tremble with lust.

She knew she should feel guilty, but for some reason, she didn’t. In fact, that nagging weight of shame she carried with her always, like an elephant sitting on her chest, began to lighten until it fell away completely, nearly forgotten. Being with Marshall had the exact opposite affect she imagined it would.

“Oh fuck, sweetheart,” he moaned as he grabbed her hair, not hard, using it to move deeper, his hips rising. When the tip hit the back of her throat, she gagged and pulled back, eyes watering as she blinked up at him in surprise, more because of the profanity than his enthusiasm.

“It’s okay.” He smiled, looking sheepish. “Sorry. It felt so good I got a little carried away. It’s been a long time since… well… it’s quite a gift to have a woman’s mouth around your cock.”

“You… swore…” Hanna tried to catch her breath. She’d never heard foul language come out of his mouth before. Ever.

“Words only have the meanings we place on them.” He smiled, petting her hair. “Aside from taking the Lord’s name in vain, how do we know a word is profane? Have you seen a list of forbidden words written in the Bible?”

She shook her head.

“We’ve decided the word ‘fuck’ is profane, but why?” He shook his head. “They’re just words. Erection, dick, cock, breasts, pussy… they’re just words. And they’re actually very useful words.”

“Useful… how?” Hanna swallowed, hearing that string of words coming from her stepfather’s mouth making her feel tingly all over.

“It’s the language of lovers,” he explained. “We can use those words to tell each other what we like, to increase our pleasure.”

“Ohhh.” She nodded her understanding, her gaze falling to his erection. It was still wet from her mouth, and it hadn’t waned in the least while they’d been talking. In fact, it seemed even bigger to her, more swollen, and a bit of clear liquid appeared at the tip.

“Look what you did.” He smiled, rubbing his thumb over the head, spreading the fluid.

“Is it bad?” Hanna frowned.

“No.” He chuckled. “It’s good. Very good. That’s a little bit of pre-cum. It means you made me very, very excited.”

“I thought I tasted it, before.” She swallowed, feeling hungry as she looked at his swollen length. “Kind of… peppery. Hot.”

“Did you like it?” he asked, touching her cheek, the backs of his fingers brushing her skin.

“Yes.” She leaned in, eager, licking the drop of pre-cum off the head of his cock. Marshall moaned softly when she did that, watching her pink tongue snake around and around. But he wouldn’t let her suck him again. Instead, he reached down to lift his heavy sack, rolling his balls in his hand.

“Would you lick to try licking these?” he offered and Hanna leaned in, eager to please him. “Gently. Get them wet with your tongue first… mmm yes, like that… now suck one into your mouth… ohhhh yes… such a good girl…”

Hanna preened under his praise, exploring him with her tongue. They were heavy, but pliable, nothing at all like the hard length of his cock bobbing over her head. She sucked at one, gently, remembering his admonition, then the other, amazed and amused at the way they moved in her mouth. His cock wept clear fluid in response and she reached for it, fascinated, slowly stroking him as she licked and sucked his balls.

“Ohhhh wait, wait,” he gasped, pulling back, but not before Hanna felt his thigh trembling against her cheek.

“Did I do it wrong?” She was afraid to disappoint him, especially since he was being so generous with her, sharing his body and his wisdom.

“No, no,” he reassured her, pulling her to her feet. “Quite the opposite. You were so good with your mouth, you almost made me come.”

“Oh.” She brightened at this thought.