TABOO TALES(erotica)

Susan lay next to me, her head resting on my shoulder. Her face was still flushed from our exertion, a sheen of sweat on her brow. I could still smell the heavy scent of sex lingering in the room, and taste the sweetness of her vaginal juice on my lips. My pussy felt swollen from her attention, first from her mouth and then from the vibrator she had used on me. I felt drowsy, my desire sated — although I knew that in half an hour she would want more. Her sexual drive was much higher than mine.

After a moment she spoke softly.

“Beth?”

“Yes.”

“Are you happy with our relationship?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t you ever feel you want more?”

I turned my head so that I could see her face. “What do you mean? Are you unhappy with me? Didn’t I satisfy you?”

“No, no. It was great. It’s just that I’m feeling — I mean, I want…. more.”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

“More sex?”

She hesitated, her eyes on my face. “Not more as in greater quantity. Just greater variety.”

I regarded her. “I’ve tried just about everything I know on you, Susan. There’s no orifice, crack or crevice on your body that I haven’t licked, tickled, tasted or fucked. I don’t know how to give you any more variety.”

She reached up and touched my face gently. “Don’t be angry. These last few months have been fantastic…. you’re fantastic”. She hesitated, and I could see that she was choosing her words carefully. “I guess I’m a heterosexual at heart, though. You know… I miss having a guy in my bed.” She smiled. “After a while plastic and rubber just doesn’t feel the same, even if it is you using it on me.”

“So what are you saying? Are you asking me to butt out?”

“No! Absolutely not! I’m just saying that I’d like to get a man over from time to time.” She looked at me. “After all, you’re still getting it on with your guy, aren’t you — in between our sessions, I mean.”

“Yeah — but…”

She laughed. “There you go, then. It’s hardly fair if you are getting man sex outside of our relationship and I’m not. I just want to branch out a little. Perhaps -” she stopped, and I could see the beginnings of a faint blush on her cheeks.

“Perhaps what?”

“Nothing.”

I persisted. “What were you going to say? Perhaps….”

She fiddled with a corner of a pillow that stuck up between us. “I was going to say perhaps -”

“Yes?”

“- you would consider joining in.”

I stared at her. “A threesome?”

“Or four.” She pushed herself up on her elbow so that she was looking into my face. “You could get your guy and I’ll get mine, and the four of us could play all sorts of interesting games. What do you think?”

“I don’t think my guy would be up for anything like that.”

“Hmmm. He’d be the first man in history not to be interested in having two pussies in his bed, then. Still, if you say so.” She smiled. “I guess a threesome isn’t a bad option, though. How about that?”

“Susan, I don’t just fuck anyone…. I need to know the guy. There has to be chemistry — you know, mutual attraction. The moment has to be right. I can’t agree to this without knowing him.” I paused, watching her face. “I didn’t know you had anyone in the background — who is he?”

“My last boyfriend… we were pretty hot before I caught him fucking out of watch, and I dumped him. I think he’s done his time, though, so I’ll look him up. I reckon you’d like him too. He’s great in the sack, and he has the same temperament as you.”

I stared at her without speaking. Her last boyfriend was my brother, David, and the girl he had been fucking when she caught him was me.

My world had just got a whole lot more complicated.

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I had to admit that Susan had a point, though — there was something viscerally satisfying about having a thick cock stretching you open.

I was on my hands and knees on the bed, my hair flowing over the pillow, my hands clasping the sheet. My ass was pushed up, and I was waiting for him.

The mattress compressed as David climbed onto it, standing up, and he swung one leg over my back so that he straddled me. He placed his hands on my shoulders to support himself, and I felt the weight of his genitals briefly resting against the crack of my ass, thick and heavy.

David had fixed a large mirror to the wall next to the bed, and I could see us through the gap between my thighs. I looked at the reflection of the two figures on the bed: David’s taut buttocks, smooth and muscular, his thighs tensed with the weight of his body as he crouched over me. I could see the tight, crinkled eye of his ass, and below it the sack of his scrotum and the outline of his balls in it. His thick shaft, engorged with blood, was bobbing as he sought to engage it inside me, the head distended and angry. I could see my own ass, smooth and pale against his darker skin, my thighs open and my swollen sex pushed back, ready to receive him. The lips of my cunt were parted slightly and glistened with moisture in the soft light.

He moved himself down a little to position himself, then he eased forward and I felt the bulbous head of his cock pressing against my sex. For a few seconds my vulva resisted entry, and then I stretched open and the head of his cock popped into me. I felt him pause as he savoured the tightness of that first penetration, delighting in the grip of my cunt as it struggled to accommodate his thickness. The lips of my pussy fluttered briefly around his shaft, then he pushed forward again, the muscles in his thighs and buttocks driving his rod deep into me. I felt the thickness of him fill my belly, and my body was suffused with the heat of him.

His mouth was close to my ear and I heard him grunt softly with satisfaction as he entered me.

“Jesus, Beth! That’s good! That’s really tight.”

“You’re fucking me, David. You’re fucking your sister again. My cunt is really tight for you.”

“God, yes. Tell me you like your brother’s cock inside you.”

“I love my big brother’s cock. I can feel it deep inside me. Stretch me open… fill me up.”

“I will, I will. I’ll fill up your cunt with my prick.”

Long, slow strokes, the weight of his body on my shoulders, pushing me into the mattress. His prick was like a steel rod, stretching me open, reaching far into me. As he withdrew I clutched at him with my pussy, clamping down on his shaft, squeezing it hard with my vaginal muscles so that he groaned with pleasure; and as he thrust in I rotated my hips, pushing my sex up and back to afford the maximum penetration. The sound of our fucking filled the room — the rhythmic squeak of the mattress, the squelching of my cunt as he pistoned into me, and the sighs and gasps of our pleasure.

I looked at the reflection in the mirror and imagined the girl to be other than me. The image metamorphosed in my mind, and I could see Susan there with her long limbs, blue-black hair and dark skin. She was crouching, her thighs open and her buttocks elevated so that the swell of her sex was pushed back, her vulva distended by David’s thick shaft embedded in her body. I could see the white cream of their coupling on the lips of her cunt, and the gleam of love-juice smeared over her inner thighs. Her eyes were closed, lips parted, an expression of lust and pain stamped on her face as he fucked her.

I thought of what I would do if Susan were there, the three of us fucking. I imagined scooping her pussy juice on my fingertips as he slid into her, then pressing them to my lips to taste the product of their coupling. I envisaged her frantic mouth on my vulva, her tongue jerking into me with each thrust of David’s hips, my hands on her face to guide her. I thought of how he would spurt into her body, and how I would watch his thick cream trickling out of her, drizzling onto my face as I lay beneath her.

The image swelled in my brain, consuming me with lust. My body trembled with the strength of my impending climax, and the roar of a great wind filled my head, building rapidly, swirling me upwards like a leaf in a storm. For a single, frozen moment of time I teetered on the very edge of ecstasy, and then the force of my orgasm hit. As if from a far distance I heard myself shouting, screaming out, head back, my hands tearing at the sheets. My cunt clasped his shaft with an iron grip, milking him with powerful contractions, and I felt sudden spurt of juice from my pussy that soaked his balls and splattered over the sheets. My grasping cunt triggered his own orgasm, and I shrieked again as he thrust fully into me, the head of his cock butting against my cervix. He swelled inside me like a balloon filling with water, and then I felt the long jets of his hot sperm bathing my insides, felt his hands fluttering on my back, and heard the sound of his cry in my ears.

We stayed locked together for a while, catching our breath, feeling the sweat drying on our skin. His cock grew soft and slipped out of me, and I felt the slow trickle of his semen oozing out of my pussy. I flopped down next to him, putting my thigh across his body and turning so that I could watch his face.

He moved his hand up and smoothed my hair. “Wow! It just gets better and better, Beth.”

“Just my natural pussy skills, I guess.” I paused for a moment, gathering my thoughts. Now was a good time to tell him.

“I saw Susan yesterday.” He knew that I knew her, but he didn’t realize that we shared a bed.

He looked surprised. “I didn’t know that you were still in touch with her. Did she have anything to say?”

“A few things, actually. One of them was that she’s thinking of contacting you.”

He pushed himself up on one elbow so that he could see me better. “Really? Why?”