TABOO TALES(erotica)

The conversation about babies had definitely notched-up my personal horniness level, and all I wanted to do right now was spray her insides with my own personal recipe.

She smiled, and resumed pumping my cock, with even more vigour, clenching and unclenching her small hand, giving a delicious alternating squeeze and release sensation.

My hands slid into the waistband of her panties, sliding them off in one motion (damn, that was sexy!), and clasping her buttocks to separate and lift them, allowing me to slide my finger inside her anus again, working the tight hole to make it slippery and elastic enough for what I had in mind. Lori backed towards the bed, me keeping step with her so as not to yank my finger out of her tight little pink bullet hole, to collapse on the bed, me on top of her, her legs slipping open underneath me.

“Fuck me, Davey, fill me up, please!” she whispered, a request I was only too happy to comply with. I slipped my finger from her anus, rose up on my forearms, and then thrust forward, meeting and entering her moist pussy, the slippery flesh flowering open to accept me. Lori threw her head back, and raised her pelvis up to meet my thrusts, as her hand crept round to slide a finger into her tight hole, slipping it in and out in time to our mutual thrusting. Her climax hit quickly, this time, and I was already so worked-up by the idea of making a child inside this beautiful girl, that as her vagina began to convulse, my self-control dissipated, and I came with a loud, wordless groan, pumping semen into her in hot jets, spraying her insides the way I’d wanted to do. Lori bucked and whined in unison with me, silent but no less intense, as her orgasm built, pulsed through her, and died away

Our mutual orgasm had left me winded, but still rock-hard, and as I withdrew Lori relaxed her vaginal muscles, allowing my still-hard cock to fully withdraw as she clasped my head between her hands, saying, “Thank you”, before rolling onto her belly, her rump in the air. She knew what I wanted!

I slipped between her legs, raising her spectacular backside to improve my aim, and rubbed some of the sperm that had trickled out of her to lubricate her taut little anus; right now, my cock felt like a lead bar, hard and heavy, and it was going to take some strenuous fucking to put out the fire she had lit in me!

Lori grinned over her shoulder at me, and reached back to pull her beautiful cheeks apart, offering herself to me.

“Come on Davey, what are you waiting for? Do it, shove that thing in my ass! Fuck my ass Davey, that’s an order!” she grinned

I slid forward, and pushed my hands under her ribcage, once again holding and squeezing those superb breasts, before inching forward to slowly slide my engorged cock into her tight sphincter, pushing steadily until I was completely engulfed in her velvety backside, and then withdrawing, to surge in again, and out, in, out, a slow, grinding rhythm that made her gasp and moan. Orgasms rippled through her over and over again as I built up to my own orgasm, the muscular contractions of her sinewy rectum almost unbearably exciting as I rammed my distended cock in and out. At last, I could take the barrage of sensation no longer, and I came like a freight train, spunk surging out of my cock into her rectum like a jet off a carrier, the sensations in her anal tube causing her to buck and whimper as orgasm ripped and flared through her again, until at last I stopped spurting, the contractions in her backside slowed and died down, and my cock began to deflate, my hunger for her sated, at least for now, anyway…

We lay together afterwards, semen oozing from my cock, from Lori’s bum and pussy, both of us too fucked-out out care, not until we had our strength back, anyway, until at last we dropped off, sated and completely satisfied.

I awoke about an hour later feeling refreshed and rested, Lori spooned tight against me, holding tight to the arm I had draped across her, the scent of her hair and her own spicy, sweet, musky aroma filling my head, once again making me think of fairgrounds and Christmas. I lay there thinking of the lead-up to this, the irony that someone who’d refused to speak to or communicate with me in any way for eight long years was now naked in my bed, engaged to me, and trying to make a baby with me.

Musing on the irony of life, I went back to holding my darling girl, and her deep and steady breathing soon lulled me back to sleep.

I awoke to the smell of coffee, and the sight of Lori stretched out next to me, her china-white flanks barely covered by one of my shirts, lying on her side with her head resting on her hand, holding a cup of coffee and looking at me with her vivid violet eyes.

“Good morning, Princess,” I mumbled, coming awake by degrees, and drinking in the sight of this dazzler of a girl who had, for some unknown reason, fallen in love with me, and who was destined to be my wife. The shirt she was wearing was open down the front, with only the last two buttons done up, letting her sexy pink nipples flash in and out of view, while covering her more private parts. With the shirt tail just covering her sexy rump, and her long legs stretched out luxuriantly, she looked cute, wholesome, and incredibly sexy.

“Good morning Darling Boy!” she returned with a beautiful white smile, before sitting up to sit cross-legged on the bed regarding me gravely over the top of her coffee-cup.

“This is the day, Davey,” she noted, “We get my visa today, that makes it sort of official. Are you still sure about me, and what it means to you to take me on?”

I sat up to face her, stroking her cheek, before letting my hand drop, to hold her knees with both hands and slide her closer to me.

“Never surer, Darling Girl,” I stated, before pulling her in for a very satisfying ‘Good Morning’ kiss. Mmmm. Arabica. Delicious.

“I told you last night, all I want is you, for always, you are the one I want, and I mean to keep you now that I’ve found you!”

“You do say the nicest things, Darling Boy,” she grinned, “I think I need to thank you properly!”

I held up a hand to forestall her.

“Hold that thought, darling, I need to brush my teeth and have a shower; after what we were doing last night, I definitely need one, oh dear God, yes!”

Lori looked at me with a look of lofty disdain.

“I had a shower ages ago, I’ve been up since the crack of dawn, enjoying the Massachusetts morning sun, while you’ve been snoring like a hog in a woodshed.”

She looked so adorable, so breathtakingly sexy, with her open shirt and long folded legs, her thick mass of loose jet-black ringlets as she said that, with her glorious eyes fixed on me, that I hurriedly revised my plan to have a long steamy shower, and decided instead to basically run in, soap up, and run out again, shaving and brushing my teeth at the same time.

15 minutes later, clean, refreshed, freshly sanded-off and no longer smelling like road-kill, I pulled on a bathrobe and wandered in to see my girl, make sure she was still on the boil, and to check on whether there was any breakfast. Lori had called up for a Continental breakfast, one of my pet hates. How can a man face the world on a coffee and a brioche roll? The only possible use for a brioche is to slather it in butter and jam, then see how far you can throw the bloody thing and make it stick; the French have a lot to answer for. Later, when she wasn’t looking, I’d order a BLT, or maybe a turkey salad on Jewish rye, with crispy bacon and honey mayo, proper man-food! For now, I settled for a black coffee, extra sugar, I had a feeling I was going to need my strength.

Coffee done, I contemplated Lori, a very pleasurable task. She had remained on the bed, stretched out again, chatting with me while I had my coffee, looking almost unbearably sexy, and deliciously edible, and I could feel my interest starting to show. She could see my arousal, and stared at me, a hint of challenge in her dancing eyes, so I accepted, stepping out of my robe and sliding onto the bed, next to her.

“So, little girl, what have got on under that shirt?” I asked her.

“What, under here?” she exclaimed in feigned surprise, “Can’t you tell? Either I’m not the girl I thought I was, or you need to go back to medical school! Perhaps you should examine me, Doctor Man!”

“I am, as always, at your command, Milady,” I grinned at her, sliding my hand inside the open shirt to cup her fabulous breast, gently rubbing a nipple with my thumb while watching her face.

“Well, well, look what I found!” I smiled at her, trailing my fingers across her nipples, sending a thrill through her and making her nipples dance around captivatingly

“Umm, that feels nice, keep doing that, Davey, don’t stop.”

I had no intention of stopping, so I continued, edging closer to pull her shirt open further, and ducking my head down to lick small circles around her other nipple.

“That feels even better, Davey, you’ve done this before, haven’t you?” she smiled, her beautiful eyes brightening as I increased the pressure on her nipples, gently flicking and squeezing one and lapping and sucking at the other. Lori sighed and laid back, forcing me to move right up next to her, and lean over to continue petting her sexy pink bubbies. Her hand slid down her flat midriff, and into the buttoned-up portion of the shirt, to tease and rub around her hooded clitoris. She smiled dreamily at me, and pulled my head up with her other hand to plant a 50 kilowatt kiss on my lips, before arching her back to remind me what I had been doing before she distracted me so prettily.

“Don’t stop Darling Boy” she murmured, delving further into the recesses of her shirt, her hand moving under the shirt as she rubbed and teased herself more vigorously, her arousal becoming more apparent as a pink flush spread down from her throat and across her breasts.

I was also becoming more and more aroused, with my hands on this delectable creature and her tempting nipples. There is something so incredibly erotic about a lovely naked girl wearing a man’s shirt, so much more sexually suggestive than if she were completely naked.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

By now, Lori was writhing around gently on the bed, her breathing deepening as her arousal level climbed, and her free hand drifted to the back of my head, gently but firmly pressing my mouth against the nipple I was so avidly licking, sucking and nibbling. Her other hand worked at her juncture of her thighs, still hidden from my view by the buttoned portion of the shirt, rubbing, gliding and flicking herself, controlling her rising arousal. Soft murmurs escaped her as she began to approach her orgasm, and she began to writhe and murmur in time to the rhythmic movements of her hand as it rubbed and teased her clitoris.