TABOO TALES(erotica)

I grasped her buttock and lifted it slightly to fully expose her where we were joined. My shaft glistened as it slid in and out of her, shining with her juices. “I can see your pussy being fucked.”

“Tell me.”

I pulled back so that the head of my cock appeared, just the tip engaged inside her. “I can see my cock – its just inside you…. your lips are touching it, covering the end -”

“Is it wet?”

“Yeah. Not so much that it is trickling out of you, but there’s enough.” I pushed in a little. “Can you feel that? The head is inside. Your lips have closed over it, just under the rim, gripping me.” I pushed slowly, describing how the shaft slid into her until the thick stem was up against her vulva, her perineum bulging out slightly to accommodate me. “When I push into you your anus moves.”

“How?”

“It’s forced out and back a little, like there’s something inside you pushing it.”

“There is…. touch me there.”

I gathered some of her juice on the ball of my thumb and held it lightly over the crinkled opening. I could feel it moving as I pumped into her, nibbling and sucking at me like a little mouth. I applied pressure and my thumb slid into her. She crimped tightly, her sphincter squeezing tightly like a rubber band, holding me embedded in her bowels.

She groaned. “Ooh, that’s good…. just hold it there… God, I’m full of you. Ugh! Fuck me faster now… can you come like this?”

“Yes.”

“Do it. I want to feel you spurt into me.”

And so I did. She was curled in a little ball, hunched over so I could see the outline of her spine under the glossy brown skin, the curve of her waist flowing through to the sensuous swell of her buttocks. She was making little whimpering noises as I fucked her, the glossy mane of hair swaying a little with each stroke. I released my thumb from her ass and held her buttocks apart with my hand, watching as I pistoned into her with long glorious strokes. She was much wetter now and our friction had produced a light creamy froth that bubbled a little with each thrust, and I could see the crimped opening of her ass, pouting a little from its violation, pulsing as I pushed into her.

The tight spiral of my orgasm rushed upon me, spinning in my brain, shutting out everything except the clasp of her cunt on my shaft. She sensed that I was close and clamped her vaginal muscles to increase the friction and she undulated her hips, drawing me into her deeper, sucking at me like a pump until, with a hoarse cry of pain I erupted into her again. My seed burst from the end of my cock and splattered into her body, spraying the wet walls of her cunt, dribbling and dripping inside her. She moaned as she felt its warmth, her voice filled with wonder at the sensation.

“Christ, Ben! I can feel it, inside me. It’s boiling… so hot,” and she milked me, murmuring softly as she gyrated her hips, her hungry cunt gripping me in a smooth, muscular action as it vacuumed the steaming sperm out of my jerking, pulsating balls.

Afterwards we lay on our backs, side by side, the sweat cooling our skin. At length I pushed myself up and looked down at her. Her vulva was still open and I could see a trickle of my cum at its entrance, thick and white.

“I can see myself tricking out of you.”

She laughed. “I guess I really am full.” She raised her legs, knees bent upwards towards her breasts, and she supported her back with her arms so that her torso was angled. “How’s that?”

“As cream pies go, it’s a good one.”

She laughed again and a gob of my sperm was ejected, trickling over her. She released her arms and sank back to the bed. “You prick! Don’t make me laugh – get me a tissue.” I watched as she mopped up the mess, and she looked at the soaking tissue. “What a waste.”

“Plenty more where that came from.”

She turned her eyes on me and looked. She said nothing, but for the first time I read regret in her expression.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“What?”

She shook her head. “Ben – you know we can’t do this at home.”

“Well, not all the time -”

“No. Not at home. Mum will find out sooner or later and it will destroy her.”

“We can go out – find places. Motels -”

“I don’t want this to be sleezy. I don’t want to sneak around living a lie every day.”

“I know, Chelsea. But we’ll work it out.”

She looked at me again. That same expression… the laughter gone, a tinge of sadness. “Perhaps,” she said softly. “We’ll see. Whatever happens, remember that I want you.”

She’d said ‘want’ not ‘need’, but it was a start.