TABOO TALES(erotica)

We continued this for a while; it felt so erotic, clean and wonderful, that I wanted to continue the feeling for as long as possible, but I could also sense the building arousal in her, as she could in me. Eventually she broke away from me to turn around and grab the back of my neck, pulling me in for a long, deep kiss, while I weighed, moulded, squeezed and rubbed her spectacular breasts.

Lori stepped back, and took my hand to lead me to the stairs, and, as before, I followed, mesmerised again by her amazing, pneumatic backside as she swayed up the stairs ahead of me. She led me into the bedroom, indicating that I lie down on my back, while she knelt on the bed, taking my cock into her mouth. At first she lapped and lightly teased with her tongue, becoming more serious as I became more and more aroused, slipping the purple glans further and further into her beautiful mouth. She began a suctioning motion that I found thoroughly delightful, rubbing her tongue gently over the tip of my cock, her head dipping further and further until my cock was completely engulfed in her mouth and throat. Now she started contracting her throat around my cock, simultaneously pumping me in and out of her throat. This was too much for me, and I came like fury, like molten copper; my ears rang and my vision blurred as I shot what felt like gallons of hot sperm into and down her throat.

When the ringing in my ears subsided, my heartbeat had slowed, and my vision cleared, I smiled blearily up at her, awestruck.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“Fucking hell, Lori, where in the name of God did you learn that?” I asked her.

She looked innocently at me, blue eyes dancing.

“Catholic School, of course, silly, where else!”

God, she was hot!

Now it was her turn, and I knew what I wanted to do to her.

“Come here, you tarty little strumpet, I have a present for you!” I growled.

Lori slid up the bed next to me and looked at me with the devil in her eyes.

“This had better be good!” she smirked, knowing I was going to have to go some to top what she had just given me.

“Darling, come here and straddle me, please, facing down the bed, baby!” I asked her, and Lori complied as she realised what I was going to do with her. She rested her hands on my thighs, with her stunning rear view filling my field of vision, truly a magnificent sight, and her lovely long creamy legs lying along my sides. I pulled her into closer proximity, and grabbed both buttocks, marvelling at the smooth firm hillocks, at the heft of them, and the springy, taut bounciness of them. This was a backside to linger over, a feast for the true arse connoisseur!

I stabbed gently at her puckered pink target, and around it, not quite penetrating it with my tongue, but letting her know that penetration was a definite option!

Lori murmured, and wriggled delightfully, tilting her behind insistently, but we had time to savour this experience, so I took my time. Now I began lapping softly at her pudenda, her labia beginning to swell and part as her arousal level climbed. I touched the tip of her hooded clitoris with the tip of my tongue, lightly, fleetingly, and the effect on her was immediate and profound. What had been a pleasurable caressing of her womanly parts had now become an expression of intent on my part to explore them more fully, and she knew it, judging by the slow suffusion of blood as her labia began to blush and swell even further. My tongue began a circling motion around her pussy, gently flicking her clitoris, poking into and squirming between her labia, stabbing more firmly at her anal entrance, lapping with broader and broader strokes from anus to clitoris and back again, letting her know that I was worshipping both, tasting her wonderful juices as her arousal level rose.

She was quivering and gasping now, jumping every time I touched her clitoris or anal bud directly, and showing every sign of approaching her peak of arousal. Her anus was opening and closing, and her sweet musk was wafting over me as her pussy juices ran in anticipation of the need for lubrication. The musky scent of her pussy and anus was also having a decidedly arousing effect on me, causing my own need to notch-up several levels as my chemosensory system tried to cope with the pheromones I was inhaling from this beautiful creature, those same responses causing my cock to harden almost painfully in readiness for the end-game.

“Davey…” she murmured, which was my cue. My cock had been iron hard for some time now, the sight before me was stimulating in the extreme, and, up to now, every time she’d made a grab for it I had murmured “No Baby, not yet…” to discourage her.

Now I pulled her upright, she knew what she wanted to do, and guided my engorged, purpled cock into her tight pussy with a drawn-out hiss of satisfaction.

Now she began a slow, purposeful up… down motion, savouring my hardness in her, while I enjoyed the stunning view of her magnificent flaring buttocks in all their glory as they danced and quivered with her motion. She was the picture of desirable, delectable femininity, the girl still plainly visible in this sexually adventurous woman, and she was mine!

Her movements became faster as she approached her climax, her head thrown back and little cat-sounds coming from her as she rode my cock with increasing urgency, faster and faster until, with a sound somewhere between a hiss and a scream, she orgasmed, her body quivering and shuddering with the force of each tremor as it raced through her, her hands interlaced with mine, knuckles white as she rode out the intensity of her release.

Gradually, her shuddering subsided, her death-grip relaxed, and she slumped forward onto my thighs, the picture of satisfied womanhood.

“How was that, darling wife?” I asked her, when I judged her breathing was something approaching normal.

“Wonderful, Doctor Man, couldn’t you tell?” she panted. “Let me ask YOU a question now, you horn dog; where the hell did you learn THAT?”

“Also, Catholic School” I flipped back at her, “Those nuns, eh, it wasn’t all hymns and Latin, you know…!”

“Eewww, you are such a disgusting, lying, ass-humping pervert!” she laughed, “but now, what do you plan on doing with this thing sticking in me?”

“Well, I have a cunning plan” I told her, “I was going to let it drop, and get in a power nap before we have to leave.”

“Don’t do that” grinned Lori, “if you do, you’ll have a case of Lover’s Balls fit for the medical journals. Onwards and upwards, boy, use your imagination!”

“Well, then, Darling Girl, if you don’t mind…”

And with that I raised Lori enough to withdraw my cock from her pussy, and gently slide it into her pink, fluttering anus.

“I might have known! You’ve earned it, though, Doctor Pervert, have fun!” she hissed as she began to rise and fall, an insistent motion that, coupled with the constriction of her anus around my cock, I found extremely stimulating. As if that weren’t enough, the sight of my cock pumping in between those delectably sleek, globular buttocks flaring down from her tiny waist, the feel of her anus stretched tight around my cock, and the sight and sensation of my cock dragging her anal ring in and out as she pumped up and down on it, took me over the top in no time, my cock spraying sperm into her back passage, the combination of her motion and her contracting anus milking my cock of every drop.

“David Denham, you are a dirty, filthy, perverted, bum-hungry, cock-knocking little sex-goblin, did you know that?” she breathed, finally disengaging as I tried to stop seeing stars.

“Oh I know that” I retorted, “Tell me something new. You, however, are a cock-crazy, ass-fucking little shag-monkey, did you know that?”

Lori grinned at me and climbed off the bed.

“It must run in the family. And now I need another shower, I reek of sex, and, as you were good enough to point out, this is not a good thing in a confined space!”

“Actually, to me, you smell like a Victorian Christmas Pudding, rich and sweet and spicy; I love it!” I told her seriously.

Lori dimpled, blowing me a kiss as she turned to make for the door.

“While I’m showering, pick out some clothes for you to take, there’s a pair of flight bags on top of the closet in my old room, take them down please, we’ll need them.”

She suddenly dimpled again.

“Listen to me, I’m already ordering you around like a wife, better get used to it, hot-shot!”

I sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled her close by the simple expedient of grabbing her biteable buttocks, and lightly clamping her nipple with my lips.