TABOO TALES(erotica)

My only response was to grab a firm hold of her splendid breasts and slide my cock into her arse in one long slow glide. Lori’s eyes bugged and she let out a whistling gasp from between her clenched teeth.

“God, Davey, is my ass getting tighter, or is that thing getting bigger?” she managed to gulp out.

“Lori, my darlingest darling, a man’s cock is just another muscle, and as you know, the more you exercise a muscle, the bigger, firmer, and harder it gets, you should know this, and considering the work-out you’ve given it over the last day or so, weelll…..” I told her in my best lecture room voice.

“That’s bullshit and you know it, you dirty, perverted, ass-reaming little butt-fucker, you just love ramming that thing up my ass with no warning!” she gasped, pushing back against me to get the full benefit as I pumped into her, one of her hands sliding down her body to rub and massage her clitoris.

“Shall I stop then, you dirty girl?” I asked her, grinning as she clenched her bum cheeks tightly.

“I didn’t say I didn’t like, Doctor Man!” she gasped, “keep doing it that way, I love the way you stretch my ass when you cram that thing into me!”

Very soon, her breath began to hitch and blow in shallow gasps, I could tell she was almost at the tipping-point, so I redoubled my strokes, pistoning into her as she frigged frantically, to suddenly give a deep, breathy sigh, and slump against the wall as her orgasm hit, her anus contracting, clenching and rippling, taking me past the point of no return, as I sprayed what spunk I had left into her hot, tight, sinewy anus.

When we finally got our breath back, we resumed our shower; I soaped and scrubbed her back, she did mine, but sadly managing not even a twitch when she lifted my cock to wash it behind the head. Lori looked at me quizzically, and I grinned wryly at her.

“What do expect, you tarty little trollop, I’ve been ejaculating in you like some fabled Fountain of Spunk almost continually for the last 24 hours! If you stuck a gun to my head and told me ‘fuck or die’, I’d tell you to pull the trigger, I’m a doctor, dammit, not fucking John Henry, the Steel-Driving Man!” I said in m my best ‘Bones’ Mc Coy voice.

“So, are we done for tonight?” she asked, her eyes flashing.

“No, but I need deep protein intake to rebuild my strength, so I prescribe a 2-inch thick steak with butter-fried button-mushrooms, a green salad and a cold beer. Get those in me, and you shall have your Prince Charming and his Amazing Performing Penis back tonight!”Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“He better make a fucking appearance” she gritted mock seriously, “I’ll need a refill later, and I expect you to do the honours. Be there at the ready, or sleep on the couch, buster. A far as I’m concerned, if your dick’s not working, you’re no use to me, are you hearing me, boy?”

“My Darling Sister,” I began, as pompously as I could manage while watching a stunning naked girl jiggle around soaking wet, “feast of pulchritude though you undoubtedly are, a wet-dream fantasy for any man between the ages of eight to eighty, you are dealing here with a man suffering from extreme lack of steak. Once that basic need has been met, he shall do his meagre, yet heartfelt, best to satisfy your voracious, nay, carnivorous needs. Darling Sister, someone famous, I’m not sure who it was, possibly Mark Twain, once said something to the effect that there is no woman alive who could not defeat any ten men in the ultimate battle between the sexes! After an afternoon and night with you, I now heartily believe this to be true, so be gentle with me!”

Lori looked at me levelly.

“You are so full of it, just be ready, no excuses will be accepted! I’ll make sure you get your steak, one big enough to overhang the plate, so you’ll have no excuses. If you drop dead I swear I’ll carve a cock out of your leg-bone, because one way or another, I am going to have you inside me tonight, got it, Stud?”

What could I say, except to kiss her, hard, and squeeze her beauteous backside while she kissed me back with equal fervour, until, unable to hold it in any longer, she dissolved into peals of laughter.

“I am so looking forward to having you to myself for the rest of my life” I told her as I held her dripping wet, highly fuckable body close, unable to stop myself gloating. Mine, all mine!

“Just as long as I can always be your ‘Little Trollop’, Doctor Man” she whispered, her face muffled in the angle of my neck as I hugged her to me.

I had made dinner reservations that afternoon, at a restaurant which came highly recommended for barbecue and steaks, as well as local and boutique beers, so as usual, I was dressed and waiting, and waiting, for my hot sister to finally make an appearance. And what an appearance it was!

She had chosen a slinky black long sleeved minidress that looked like it had been sprayed on, with stockings covering her long, long legs and killer heels, her glossy black hair tumbling down her creamy bare back in large open ringlets. She looked cute, sexy, desirable, and very edible.

Lori has a lovely, almost classical profile, a straight nose with an adorable little tilt at the end, a small pointed chin, and incredible, kiss-me lips, and seeing her standing there like that, I wanted to leap on her and keep her for myself; she was too good to show to the local yokels in this hick town, she needed the catwalks of Milan and Paris, to be seen on the Promenade Des Anglaise, or lounging on the Cote D’Azure! One thing I could be absolutely certain of; looking like that in public, she was going to cause an Erection Epidemic tonight in the restaurant!

I tried to play it cool, by flipping a throwaway at her, to see if she would bite.

“Well, at least you scrub-up well!” I poker-faced at her, watching her grin at the compliment, but I could tell from her arch expression that she knew she’d already gotten me hot and bothered. This girl was a stunner at the best of times, but looking like this she could stop a train, and she’d done it all for me, so the very least I could do was let her know.

I silently admitted defeat, and gave in.

“Lori, sweetheart, Darling Sister of mine, wife-to-be, you look truly, absolutely ravishing, if it weren’t for the fact that my stomach thinks my throat’s been cut, I would rampage on you like a donkey on Viagra! You are absolutely the most beautiful woman I have ever seen; I still can’t believe you consented to be my wife!”

Lori smiled at me, her lambent violet eyes lighting up, and she slid across the room to me like a snake on a snowdrift; I swear, she didn’t move a muscle; one second she was leaning against the door jamb, the next second she was in my arms, her wondrous body moulding itself against mine.

“David, Darling Boy, you say the sweetest things”, she cooed at me, “but”, as she grabbed my crotch “that doesn’t get you off the hook. Tonight, you perform, or I will suck the marrow out of your bones through your cock, are you hearing me? You WILL be my horn-dog tonight, or you get to find out in the morning what we do back there in Corn-Country to a dog that don’t work! You dig, me, Stud-Boy?”

She gave me one last meaningful squeeze before letting go and flicking her hair back off her face, her body rippling and undulating as she did so, a sight guaranteed to make anthropoid males the world over howl and bang their heads on the wall, or take two cold showers and a couple of laps around the playing fields…

“Loud and clear, you hot, wicked, gorgeous little fun-bundle!” I replied, sliding my hand up her thigh and slipping a finger under her taut panties and into her warm anus, as I kissed her gently so as not to mess up her make-up, and nibbled lightly at her ear.

“Now let’s go, wife, we have reservations, and they won’t hold them forever.”

Dinner was a sedate affair. Lori had a lobster salad with tiny little new potatoes in a cream sauce, and I had the monster steak she had promised me, medium-rare and smothered in butter-fried mushrooms, with the obligatory green salad, washed down with a lovely light, yeasty beer, everything I’d asked for. Lori had a chilled white wine, and we chatted about life, love, the future, all the things engaged couples discuss. She was wearing her engagement ring, and had received a concerted look of envy and pure unadulterated longing from all the women in the restaurant; well, it was a small town, apparently word had gotten around. Most of the men had stared in awe and wonder when Lori and her little black dress walked in, followed by sighs of envy when she leaned over and kissed me as we were shown to our table. Lori glowed, the prettiest blush I had ever seen, her eyes sparkling like violet fireworks.

We were in a romantic glow the entire way home, holding hands with our fingers entwined as we slowly strolled home in the late evening air of coastal Maine. She was puzzled when we crossed the road so that I could walk on the sidewalk with her on my left side, and asked why; I obliged, telling her that I had been told as a very small boy by my father that the lady always walked on the left, so that her male companion could not only shield her from the dirt and mud from the street, but also to keep his right arm, his sword arm, free and unencumbered to defend her. Her eyes sparkled at that.

“You English, you seem so stiff and aloof sometimes, and so old-fashioned and fuddy-duddy, and then you tell me something so damned romantic about something as normal as walking up the street! I’m going to love being an Englishman’s wife!”

“About that,” I started, “We need to get your passport sorted out, and get the marriage license. I don’t know what the requirements are, so how about we make a trip to City Hall tomorrow to get the ball rolling. I’m burning with impatience to make you mine, and I don’t want to miss a day!”

Lori told me she had a passport, although it was 4 years old, it would do.

“I looked like this when I was 15, even the hairstyle is the same, the only difference is the ‘Girls’ here hadn’t quite arrived yet!”

She turned sideways on and cupped ‘the Girls’, and I had to agree, they would certainly have been the focus of any photographer if he’d seen them!

“Wow, if only everybody had a sister as hot as mine!” I breathed, pulling her in close for a kiss and a quick squeeze. Lori dimpled at the compliment, and I had to struggle for a moment to get back to reality.