Most societies have certain mores that are unspoken rules; humanity itself even has such conventions, grilled subconsciously into our minds for our own safety. Don't go out alone at night. Avoid getting wet when it's cold. Don't pick fights with those stronger than you...okay, some of us missed the boat on the last one, but the point still stands. Society's rules tend to be more variable, though they apply to most aspects of life - including sex. In fact, bending the rules on what's considered acceptable in romance and sexual encounters can lead to anything from ostracization to death, depending on the time and culture.
So, play it close to the chest if you're going to do a big, big, big t a b o o. Is it worth the risk?
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A G E ( DIFFERENCE ) - light of my life, fire of my loins. you're supposed to stick to those your own age, but you can't resist.
I N C E S T - you're of the same blood, yet something draws you together. you'll keep your secret thicker than water.
C H E A T I N G - when you were young, they should have taught you to not take things that belong to other people.
I N ( PUBLIC ) - to involve unsuspecting others in your sex is insidious, but you can't resist it.
S U P E R F L U O U S - some conservative societies view sex outside procreational purposes as taboo. that means anal, oral, and toys are all no-go.
F I X A T I O N - you're nearly obsessed with one part of your partner - breasts, ass, lips...whatever the case may be, you always focus on that.
D E V I A N C Y ( IN SUBURBIA ) - there are some things that should be sacred. the home should be one of those. should.
S I Z E - pick on someone your own size. couples with large size difference, be it height or weight, can be looked down upon; don't let that get you down.
P H O B I A - unfortunately, in some societies, being with someone of the same gender is a taboo, no matter how much progress the modern world has made.
F E T I S H - some just can't get off without their fetish, and the varieties run the gamut: feet, crossdressing, autoerotic asphyxiation, foodplay, bondage...it goes on and on.
U N E X P E C T E D ( DOMINATION/SUBMISSION ) - the masculine must be dominant. the feminine must be submissive. what if you're dominant in life, though, and just want to be submissive in the bedroom.
V I O L E N T - more than mere lover's spats, what goes on between you two is dangerous. if people knew, they'd be horrified. still, you can't stop.
F O R B I D D E N ( LOVE ) - your relationship may be taboo, but there's genuine love in your copulation. this isn't merely a thrill.
L O O S E - monogamy isn't what you're after. no matter how looked down upon it is, you're going to have fun while you can.
S T U D E N T / T E A C H E R - what goes on between the sheets is not an appropriate subject matter to teach. there's so much to lose; is it a smart game to play?
A U T H O R I T Y - perhaps they're the boss, the president, the king, but you, you're a lowly peon. are they using their powers over you or is this something you both want?
I N T E R S P E C I E S - kind finds kind, and don't you be a traitor by being with one of them.
B E S T I A L I T Y - one of the most primal taboos. will you go into that moral wilderness?
S O C I A L ( CLASS ) - the rich. the poor. it's like they're in two different worlds. what will the uppercrust say if they saw their golden child with a tramp?
C E L I B A C Y - you are supposed to keep your chastity, but things are never that easy.
S T O C K H O L M - prisoners should never fall for their guards.
D U T I E S - whether it be saving the world or being the world's best bodyguard, your sworn quest and purpose keeps you from enjoying the sins of the flesh - especially with your charges.
I N N O C E N C E - one of you is much more worldly, and to ruin the "innocence" of the other feels unclean.
F E R T I L E - you aren't supposed to find mothers or fathers sexually alluring. however, there's something so enticing about fertility...perhaps even pregnancy.
C O R R U P T I O N - society expects you to treat your partner well, not try to destroy them through sexual degradation.
N O N C O N S E N S U A L - consent is rightfully important to a healthy sexual relationship. to break that trust is taboo. |
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bakerstreet2015-01-27 08:36 am
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Oh. Oh that's nice. That's really nice and his own fingers twitch at the air when he tries to clutch at their wrists and settle down, his neck arching when his head turns against the bench, lips peeling back from a thin grimace of need.
Of course-- and that has his eyes darting a glance down the length of his own body to spy Robin's face, how those other two clones bring his heavy cock to bear, foreskin peeling back from his swollen head as it presses against her smooth cheek, pushes at her lips, the hot humidity of her breath a searing trickle across his skin that makes his adam's apple bob in his throat.
"Ah--" he manages, more a dry croak of a syllable than anything else, and that's when she swallows him whole. His exhale is a low groan hissing through his teeth as he doesn't dare move, one hand lifting to card roughly through the hair falling in front of his eyes while the other gives a kind of spasm of indecision, not sure if he wants to push it into her hair or just do something safer, like cup her cheek.
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Her natural throat works him without obstacle, sliding up and down his length as if her mouth was well conditioned for such a feat. Every push of his hands, even with the added effort of her own, helps to keep Robin at a pace which is soon to bring out his precious seed. The walls of her throat hug him tightly, threatening to keep him encased inside of her maw for far longer than it might take to make him unleash his deposit.
Every thrust is met with a desperate yet muffled moaned, the cork of his erection plugs up any ability for her to speak as she tries to use her grown doubles to speak for her.
"How is it, Captain?"
"Yes, how is it?"
The double pairing of hands come up to stroke at the scar across his chest, combing his muscles as the feeling of his masculinity helps to drive the collective arousal of Robin and her clones towards a tall, heady summit. Luffy always appeared so unassuming, the sort of features that would normally suggest that he was still just a child. Seeing him like this, with rippling abdominal and toned arms, the archaeologist could not help but feel herself become drenched now that she was putting her body to use for such a strong, powerful and compassionate man.
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There's a base satisfaction in the physical struggle here, too, but none of it compares with the sweet, indescribable pleasure of being entirely swallowed up from root to tip. They ask-- she asks, and while his dazed stare is fixed on the seal of her lips around the base of his cock, thumbs sweeping at her cheeks, at the little strands of dark hair drifting around her face, he can only exhale a low, shivery groan.
How can he answer?
She feels like raw pleasure, hot and sweet and all-encompassing and he's so close, can feel himself beginning to throb, knows that means he's weeping slick precum right into her throat--
Ah, but he wants-- he wants--
His head drops back with a wooden thump, gives it another bang for good measure, and this helps clear his head from the raw, clawing need. "Guh..! Please--" he gasps, lust slurring syllables until a third whap of the back of his head against the bench solves some of that, "Lemme--hah--fuck," it's not common, not a word he drops so casually, there's only one case he's used it with her, and that's when he wants to bury himself into her, again and again, exhaust them both. "I want-- let me--!"
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His moaning is dismissed as a single finger from one of the extras raises up to press upon his lips. Despite how cute he looked, so impatient and so adorable at the way he's pleading to be able to move, Robin cannot spend the time to enjoy it when there's plenty of spunk in need of being purged from his loins.
Her throat continues to work him as best as it can, conditioned muscles hugging around him like a perfect mold that pleasures every subtle curve and nuance of his shaft. When her eyes do open, they roll back into her head as his member plunges hard into her mouth, her vision glazing over as her orbs begin to water from the amount of gagging she tries to keep at bay.
Her counterparts marvel at Luffy's body, once more moving over his chest as fingers study and burn into memory the shape and cast of his toned body. They each whisper and moan, breathy words rising past Luffy's ears as they exchange their thoughts over his masculinity and attraction. At any other time such words would be regarded with discretion for the vulgarity they use, knowing that the pirate in which they speak of might not understand what they preach due to lack of experience and vocabulary.
Robin comes up for air only after she feels the rapid throbbing of his dick, sliding him out of her mouth so that he can witness just how much of him that she's selfishly tried to ingest. Spit follows like streamers, tassels of saliva stringing to her lips and his member as she teasingly begins to stroke him along with a single hand.
"Don't.. Don't you even dare. The moment you cum, that's it. You've got to last for me, Luffy. You've got to hold on until the last minute if you really want a taste of what I've learned these past two years."
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"..!!"
Easy. Easy.
That's not the first time she's said that, he remembers her crooning something like that before into his sweat-damp hair, remembers her showing him how much better it all feels if he holds himself back, that it's easier if he remembers to breathe. So he does, first gulping air and then with more measured deliberation, tries to think about the way he's filling up his lungs instead of how she's left arousal boiling hot in the pit of him, the way her fingers set frustrated nerves sparking like little live wires.
It doesn't mean he wants, he needs her any less, because when he stares at her with sweat sliding down his jaw with the sight of her wet lips still seared into the slate of his memory, he wants to pull her down. To spread the pale softness of her thighs when he bends her almost in half, to rut into the cloying heat of her body until her breasts jump beneath the knees he means to fold to them, until the flush of her lust leaves her skin glowing, to crush her beneath the weight of the pleasure she taught him to give--
--and not acting on that impulse has to be the most difficult decision he's made all day.
"Okay," fights its way past his gritted teeth, and he compromises, "I can't-- can't be the only one... feeling good," Luffy manages, with the sort of stubbornness that could very well make this an order for all the impatient demand he transforms it into.
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She holds her breath with every thrust that enters her mouth, her neck and hands doing the work for Luffy's restrained hips. Every inch is as delicious as the last, causing the brunette to wail loudly while the stopper of his length muffles any further noise that would draw attention to their debauchery. Her partners in crime keep their tight grip at the Captain, soothing his frustrations with the gentle touch of their fingers. Velvet digits dance over his bare chest, tripping over his nipples to give the small glands a gentle tease, just before pinching them firmly to further entice him and draw out more of the ire inside of him.
Robin sets him free from her mouth, watching as the collection of spit dribbles down his pole as she keeps a true hold at the base. Her eyes narrow as she laughs softly, knowing that the simplest gesture could very well spoil the surplus of white gold that had been brewing inside of him. The flattened surface of her thumb toys around his polished head, her lips sneering up as she watches the twitching and uncontrollable response which come from her cruelty.
"Oh? Tell me then, Captain.. What would you have me do? Don't you want me to show you how much I've missed this?" A slow drag of her tongue acts more like a wash cloth than an oral appendage, slurping up the already existing saliva before she's encased his helmet back between her lips. Her hand plucks him free, the seal of her lips breaking to create an echoing "POP" as he's kissed by the cool, open air. "POP". Again, she flicks him out as her cheek is pushed into before his thick pole is liberated from her mouth. "POP". "POP".
Her hand holds tight to his girth, a meager stroke starting from his balls to just beneath the ring of his tip. Every movement of her hand is driven with purpose, intention, aware of every spot along his cock that would further make him melt to her command.
"It's so close, isn't it? I can feel it, Luffy. I can feel all that cum rising up into this amazing shaft. But you can't spill it.. Not just yet. You have to tell me what it is that you want before you're allowed to make a mess all over me.."
(/screeches into hands...)
He can't escape the love she's lavishing on him, doesn't want to, and when he's already so responsive to her touch resistance isn't possible. But Luffy can seek out distraction, to hold himself back by indulging her in some other way, and since she's been so generous with these clones of hers...
Luffy's tongue presses in past the lips of one clone while his fingers find the hem of her blouse -- already hanging loose enough to expose a not inconsiderable amount of generous cleavage -- and with a tug, unseats the teeth of the zipper from neckline to navel, palm scooping under the soft swell of one heavy breast. The right hand loosens from around the other clone's wrist, questing up her thigh. Lips break their seal and leave his nostrils full of the scent of flowers, of the musk that's still lingering in his mouth, saliva a shining thread between his mouth and hers. He's a moment more just panting, watching the original sidelong while he rests his cheek against one clone's shoulder, until he answers her.
"Haa, I wanna... make up for two years," his right hand has slide down between the other clone's thighs, where his still slick fingers help themselves to the reminder of how her swollen lips had felt when she was trembling in the wake of his tongue. They hook into her, three fingers all at once, delving into that decadent, moist warmth, the ball of his palm an indirect grind, too close to her clitoris and not close enough, fucking her with his fingers the way he'd intended for the original, until they turned the tables.
Toes flex, and Luffy's hips give an aborted twitch as his restraint slips, revealing just how much he wants to just buck up, to thrust into her fist, a growl of effort making his voice rough, rusted over with need, "I really..! I wanna fuck, please--!"
Re: (/screeches into hands...)
Her deep eyes keep on him, even as she turns to place a gentle kiss on his tip as her hands once more grab the sum of his arousal. His impressive length is finally give the brutality needed to make him spurt, the purge of fluid the only focused thought she clings to as she watches spit and sweat spread over his girth with every stroke.
"We can't have you cumming so soon once you're inside me. Show me how much you've been saving up for me, Captain~"
Every ounce of skill she's acquired is put to the test, the way her fingers fondle and the method in which her palms paw. His swollen testicles are shifted, squeezed and pushed upon to coax him closer to the climax she thirsts for. The soft, slick feeling of her fingers gliding over every vein and bump along his shaft drives with the purpose of seeing the mess splattered not only upon her body, but his own as well.
The spoiled clone grabs hold of Luffy's wrist, clutching tightly to dictate the balance of her weight as she's delved in on by the hunger and ferocity of his fingers. The almost inhuman supply of lubricant she supplies is enough to coat the majority of his hand and wrist, trickling down with a wealth of coverage as it cascades down his arm. She mewls, moans with delight as her body is subjected to such marvelous treats. The shared climax she experiences has Robin's natural body pushing close to the breaking point between control and insanity, so much of her wanting to simply mount her Captain as if her were a stud, bucking at his crotch while riding out in the proverbial sunset.
"Cum.. Cum good and hard and cover me with this spunk. Cum and you can help yourself to whichever hole you like, and make up for the two years you had me waiting for this wonderful pole~"