TABOO TALES(erotica)

“What are you doing, Davey, we’re on the clock, or have you forgotten?” she asked, grinning as I nibbled and flicked the taut, rubbery nub.

I released her delectable nipple so I could speak to her.

“Darling Wife, in a few months time, these are going to be fully occupied by at least one lucky little infant, so I’m getting my time in now!”

Lori’s eyes welled up, and she moved in closer, to hug my head against her chest.

“Oh, Darling Boy, there’ll never come a time when I have no time for you; you’re my Prince Charming, and I need you to keep prodding me with that thing down there! Don’t worry; I promise you, you’ll always my first priority, except when the kids need me, of course. That will be your cue to go learn how to garden or fix cars, or groom dogs, or whatever!”

“Kid’s eh”? I looked at her quizzically, “How many were you planning on, then?”

Lori dimpled.

“I want blonde little boys who look like their father and brunette little sisters for them to protect, like my big brother always did for me!”

“So, at least four” I mused, “We’ll have to buy a suitable house, then, with some land, room for a tree-house, maybe a Play-House as well, probably get rid of the old place, hmmm.”

“What are you talking about, Doctor Man? What ‘old place’? Have you got a house in England then?” she asked.

“Of course,” I replied, “Where did you think I lived?”

Lori grinned at me.

“Under a bridge, with the rest of the trolls, of course!”

“Lori, I have my father’s old house, where he and mother lived, where I was born. You’ve seen the pictures of it, mother and father outside, with me on a tricycle. It was part of the trust; it reverted to me when I was 18, when we get married it’s yours, if you want it.”

“Do you mean you rattle around in that big old place all alone? Poor baby, my poor, poor Darling Boy, all alone in that spooky place!”

“My darling,” I said, “we’re going to need somewhere to settle down, raise babies, and call home. I’m not in the least bit attached to that ugly, freezing mausoleum, I barely remember living there, I was so young when I left, and I go there now as seldom as I can. I usually live in a rented flat in south London, near the hospital, but that’s far to pokey for a princess like you, especially if we’re going to be having babies as soon as I hope! Plus, given the way you howl when you fuck, we really don’t want any close neighbours!

“How about this; what say we ditch that ghastly old crypt and look for somewhere that actually suits us, instead? We’ll easily be able to afford it, you know; my trust fund earned an obscene amount of money, and other than tuition fees and essential living expenses, I haven’t actually touched a penny of it, so let’s spend some of it.

All the time I was speaking I was rubbing, squeezing and jiggling her bounteous bum-flesh, lifting and separating the buttocks to stretch open her bumhole, and occasionally lightly rubbing a fingertip against her anal bud, while intermittently nibbling and flicking her nipples with the tip of my tongue, and it was beginning to have an effect. Lori was wriggling and squirming delightfully, holding my head to try and keep still while we talked.

“Honey, if you keep that up, you’re gonna have to do something about it!” she breathed, “Just stay still for a second…” She wiped me down with an antibacterial wet-wipe.

“There, that should do it. Now, what time is it, Doctor Man?”

“It’s just a little after 2 o’clock. Why?” I asked artlessly, knowing full well why she was asking.

“Good!” she breathed, “come here, you!”

She launched herself at me, pushing me back on the bed and sliding in next to me.

“Whatever is the matter, Miss Keene?” I asked in my best bedside manner.

“Oh Doctor Denham” she murmured, “I think I need one of your special injections, could you give it me right now?”

“Always happy to oblige” I grinned, sliding my hands all over her body, marvelling anew that this spectacular girl wanted me.

I dipped my head down to kiss her on her throat, her neck, her shoulders, the tight shadowed valley between her marvellous breasts, her nipples, in fact, any patch of bare skin I could reach to plant a kiss on. Lori busied herself fondling my arching cock, fully sprung to life at the feel of her body next to mine, giggling if I hit a ticklish spot, but always kissing me eagerly, hungrily when I returned to her lips.

My probing hands eventually found their way down to her pussy lips, with feather-light caresses of her swelling clitoris, and her kisses immediately became more lingering, her breathing deeper, and her hand on my cock firmer and more insistent as she pumped slowly up and down.

Lori tilted her head up to me, her lips parted, her eyes sparkling, telling me all I needed to know, so I moved over her, hovering above her preparatory to mounting her.

She guided me in, and I went in gently this time; this was me making love to my wife, not having a ‘nooner’ with my best girl, so no sweaty sexual gymnastics, no frenzied pounding, nothing but a couple in love making love. Lori felt this, and, after our epiphany last night, knew that this was part of that same experience, something to be treasured and cherished, and renewed every so often.

I pulled her in close to me, being careful to keep my weight on my arms and off her, and kissed her wonderful lips as I pumped my shaft in and out, making her gasp and flutter her hands on my back and sides. I felt like I could have kept doing this with her forever, but Lori had other ideas, and began to raise up to meet my thrusts, bringing her clitoris in contact with the rough wiry hair at the root of my cock, the sensation making her dig harder and harder at me, staring up at me with those incredible violet eyes, trust and love shining out of them, until suddenly her eyes squeezed shut and her pussy constricted as the first wave of her orgasm hit her, a burst of her hot juices flooding my cock as she came.

“Oh God… Oh God… Oh God…” was all she could say, as she dug her heels into the bed and lifted her pelvis up to meet mine, the continuing pulses in her pussy finally pushing me over the edge, and my cock began pumping my semen into her as hard as I could, flooding her canal and spilling out to pool with her own ejaculate on the sheets beneath us…

My cock eventually stopped twitching and spurting, and Lori opened her eyes to smile at me, a tear in the corner of each eye, tears I was happy to kiss away from those glorious eyes. I withdrew, making her gasp as tails of orgasm chased through her once more, and then I was lying next to her, spent, at least for now, but ready to rise to the occasion if she needed me to, such was the depth of my love for this girl.

“Thank you, Darling Boy,” she whispered, “that was, as always, fucking amazing, how do you do it?”

To be honest, I didn’t know myself. I had never considered myself a cocksman, and had never really been more than a once-a-night kind of lover, never a student stud, like some of my med-school colleagues, and had only had a few good, but unremarkable, sexual experiences. Nothing had ever led me to believe I had the stamina for anything more prolonged than that, but with Lori I felt I could fight all day and fuck all night! On one steak and a lobster salad, to boot! Frankly, I was astonished at my performance so far; my new-found ability to ready myself again and again over the course of a day came as a bit of a shock to me, albeit a pleasant one, and could only put it down to Lori’s influence.

“You inspire me, Darling Wife, you are making me what you think I should be, and I thank you for it!” I replied, licking and nuzzling her, once again roaming my hands over her, but not trying to arouse her this time, rather convincing myself that this ravishing creature was real, that she was here, and that she was mine. The fact that she was my little sister no longer even surfaced to flash a fin, it was simply no longer relevant, of no consequence, gone forever, deleted from our consciousness.

My hands slipped around her waist and grabbed her buttocks, lightly pinching and my fingers brushed over her anus again. Lori’s eyes flicked open, and I kissed the tip of her nose.

“Don’t worry, Kitten, no more bum-humping ’til we get to Boston; then you’re fair game, deal?

“Deal!” she agreed, jumping up and wrapping my shirt around herself as she went to start hunting out some outfits to take to Boston.

“Lori!” I called out; “just bring some slacks, a top, and some really slutty underwear; we’ll go shopping and buy everything you need. And you won’t need any nightwear; you’ll never get that far!” I smirked to myself.

She walked back in the room, a collection of thongs like multi-coloured dental floss draped over her hand.

“What do you want me to wear, Doctor Man?” she asked, innocently.

I leered at her.”What you’ve got in your hand looks good enough to me, it’s not like you’ll have a chance to put much mileage on them!”NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

“You dirty-minded sex-maniac, my daddy warned me about boys like you!” she grinned, and left the room again, calling me in after her to get the travel bags down from on top of the closet.

“Darling, we don’t need two bags, we’ll buy what we need in Boston. I brought fuck all clothes with me when I came back, so let’s just buy new!”

She looked at me levelly.

“Are you always so wasteful, Doctor Man?”