TABOO TALES(erotica)

As I peeled her dress off her, I re-acquainted myself with every feature of her body; her full lips, her smooth porcelain neck and flawless skin, her small, beautiful coral-tipped breasts, her elegant narrow waist, and, as her dress slipped down to the ground, her perfect, pert buttocks and pussy accentuated by the tiny thong she was wearing. She was wearing her blue diamond bracelet and a pair of antique earrings, and a pendant from mum’s jewellery box, so that she fulfilled the ‘something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue’ wedding maxim.

She stepped out of her dress and let me admire her for a few seconds, but she was also eager for this night, and she wasted no time helping me unbutton and pull off my shirt, undo my belt and take of my trousers to stand in just my shorts, my excitement plain to see. I led her to the bed, and urged her to climb on, and lay down next to her.

Nia pulled herself closer to me, sliding her hands down to my shorts and gauging my erection, grinning as I squeezed her lovely bum and dipped down to lick and nibble her perfect nipples.

She slid my shorts down as I hooked her wispy thong with my thumbs and slid it off, Nia responding by kissing me firmly, determinedly, making a production of it. My cock responded, hardening even further against her, and I slid my hand down to find her pussy wet and ready for me.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“No foreplay, please Polar Bear!” she whispered urgently, “I’ve had to wait for you all week, and now all day today, please, make love to me, just fuck me, Jamie!”

To hear is to obey, and I pulled her on top of me, wanting to see her above me, so I could hold and squeeze her beautiful tits, suck her nipples, and kiss her while I pumped her, but Nia had other ideas.

“No, Jamie, like this, please!” she whispered, sliding off me to lie next to me, beckoning me over to her.

I moved between her thighs, Nia taking hold of my swollen cock and rubbing herself with the end, the moist heat from her soaking pussy delightful and very stimulating. She grinned at me as she continued to play with my cock, one of her favourite gambits before penetration, so I let her have her fun before I moved over her and began pressing forward.

Nia gasped as I slid into her, the feel of her tight hot pussy enfolding my cock almost indescribable. She began to move against me, the week of abstinence obviously making itself felt, and as I pumped, she pushed back against me, meeting me stroke for stroke.

At first I was content to keep a steady pace; the feel of her was incredible, and I wanted to keep hold of that feeling for as long as possible. Gradually our mutual efforts gathered pace and we moved faster together, my cock hammering into her, and her pelvis meeting me at every stroke as she pumped and ground against me. At last I couldn’t hold back any longer, and as I felt myself gathering inside, that unstoppable urgency rising, Nia’s head lolled back as she groaned loudly, her pussy clenching down tightly on me as she orgasmed. As the waves of her orgasm pulsed through her, I came in a surging tide of ejaculation, stream after stream of spunk shooting into her and bathing her womb, more than I think I’d ever come in my life.

At last, we slipped into the calm on the other side of our mutual orgasm, my ejaculation slowing to a trickle as I emptied out into my darling sister-wife, and Nia’s orgasmic after-shocks slowing and finally dying away, and I slipped out of her and dropped down to lie next to her. Nia pulled herself up against me, hugging me. She leaned in and kissed me once, to get my attention, and grinned happily.

“OK Polar bear, I think we made a baby tonight!” she smiled, and I looked at her quizzically. She looked back with that cocked-eyebrow she does so well.

“Darling Jamie, I picked this date for a reason, for a very good reason. It’s the right time in my cycle, and I stopped taking the pill a while ago, so hopefully we made our baby tonight. I hope so!”

She was right. Four weeks later, I was woken at five in the morning by the sound of retching, the flush going, then Nia coming out of the en-suite wiping her mouth. In my muzzy state I asked her if she was alright, and she grinned happily.

“Polar Bear, I’m just fine for a girl in my condition!”

It took a second for what she was saying to sink-in, then I sat bolt upright as Nia climbed on the bed next to me and hugged me.

“I was right, Jamie, you shot and scored, pat yourself on the back, we’re having a baby!”

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Epilogue.

March 21st, 2011

Nia groaned and panted in the delivery room, holding tight to my hand as another contraction started.

“OK Nia, big push now, nearly there!” encouraged the midwife, “Yes, it’s crowning, big breath … and push, that’s it Nia, Yes!” and the baby was, out, placed in the bassinet and the cord clamped and cut, and one of the nursing team intubated to clear the infant’s lungs, allowing her to cry for the first time but there was no time to stop and admire the baby, Nia was having another contraction.

“That’s it, Nia, breathe… breathe… breathe… now! Push, that’s it push, bear down, Nia, steady pressure, steady, keep bearing down… and PUSH! That’s it, that’s it!”

The other little body slipped out and was deftly wiped and wrapped and placed on the bassinet to have the cord clamped, cut and taped and go through the intubation procedure.

Nia lay back, exhausted, but held her arms out to hold her babies and the nurses put one in the crook of each arm. She looked … radiant is the only word I have, absolutely glowing as she held her children for the first time.

Nia looked down at the two tiny little people in her arms.

“Hello Jamie, hello Laura!” she murmured, and that’s when I took the picture that sits on our mantelpiece.

“Alright Jamie, you can go now, we have … things to do, and you’re in the way. She hasn’t finished just yet, so let her get a little more presentable! There’s a whole room of people out there who want to see her, go talk to them, we’ll call you when we’re done, go on, out you go!” prodded the midwife, shooing me out of the delivery room.

I wandered in a daze into the Family Room, and there was mum and dad, Julie, Mark, Shelagh, all the people who meant anything to us. Julie had little Markie with her, and Shelagh had a huge floppy rabbit for each of the babies.

“All went well, a boy and a girl!” I announced, and mum grinned like sunlight, and dad cried like a girl. Mum handed me my phone, and I called Bethany.

“Bethany? Jamie. A boy and a girl!” I could hear the whoop of joy and then Corey picked up the phone.

“Jamie, we’re leaving right now, her flight’s in two hours, she’ll be with you tonight. Congratulations, man!”

I handed the phone back to dad as the midwife poked her head in and nodded, so I went back to the room, to find Julie and Shelagh already chucking and cuddling the two little people, MY little people!

Shelagh handed Laura to me, and pecked me on the cheek, then went to retrieve Markie from her father, because men are not really supposed to handle newborns in case they breathe beer on them, or infect them with bad habits or something. I pondered on the fact that Julie had given birth only two days earlier; that must have taken some nifty planning, I mused.

Mum came in, so I handed her granddaughter to her, and leaned over to kiss Nia.

“Bethany’s on her way, she’ll be here in the morning. How are you feeling? I asked, and she bit her lip and grinned as she kissed me back tenderly.

“Like someone just pulled a beach-ball out of my arse, Jamie, how do you think I feel? I love you more than anything in this world, but don’t you ever touch me again!”