TABOO TALES(erotica)

I fell to my knees and took him into my mouth. I could feel my lips stretching as he thrust into me, the silken texture of his knob against my tongue and the taste of the sea on his shaft, mixed with his own flavour. His hands were on my head, holding me as he thrust back and forth, and I rode him with my mouth, turning my head to alter the angle of his rod as it slid into me.

His voice was breathless, gusty with the weight of his passion. “Jesus, Chelsea, that’s good – you’ve no idea how that feels…. take me in deep…. ugh, so deep.”

I looked up at him, my eyes on his face as he fucked my mouth. His cock was leaking pre-cum, thick and oily, and it was trickling down my throat so I was forced to swallow. He was watching me, reveling in the sight of his prick disappearing into my mouth and he grunted lightly with each thrust, each one a little louder as he reached up towards his orgasm. And then he stopped suddenly, his cock throbbing in my mouth, and he withdrew, holding my head whilst he pulled the long shaft out of me.

“I don’t want to come like that, Chelsea,” he said, “I want to be inside you.”

We moved over to the bed and I climbed onto the soft mattress to lie on my back. My nipples were fully erect and my pussy was throbbing with desire, every nerve end screaming for him to enter me. I longed to feel the thick shaft sliding inside me, stretching me open, reaching up towards my belly – and then he was there, climbing over me, positioning himself. I could see him looking down at where we touched – enjoying the sight of his cock poised at the entrance to his sister’s cunt, the shiny helmet nudging aside her thick, wet labia. I rolled my hips up, my legs open, and I felt him pop into me, my vulva gripping him around the thick rim of his prick, sucking at it to draw it deeper inside.

He groaned at the sensation, at the heat and the wetness and the grip – at the sheer fucking eroticism of it all: sliding into his sister, watching her loving it, seeing the lust on her face as she wriggled underneath him; begging for more, her cunt alive around his shaft.

The sight invigorated him and he fucked me with long, steady strokes, gliding through the opening of my body to reach far inside me, stretching the deepest parts of my cunt. He leaned forward and kissed me, his lips burning hot, his tongue writhing into my mouth like an eel, slippery and elusive. I was soaking, sopping wet – his balls were slapping against me, a wet soggy sound, and our fucking made a sucking noise that was loud in the room. I lifted my legs higher, rolling my hips so that I was almost folded underneath him. I could feel a trickle of juice sliding over my ass and dripping onto the sheet. I reached down and grasped my buttocks, pulling them open, touching the slick wet opening to my ass, sliding my finger in. My anus was moving with each of Ben’s thrusts, the little opening grasping and clutching, sucking at me, nibbling at the tip of my finger. His balls beat against my hand, heavy and wet and suddenly I wanted him there, where no one had been before.

His voice was breathless. “Oh God, Chelsea, Christ, that’s good.”

“Ben, fuck me in the ass.”

He drew out his cock and I seized it, aligning the head with my butt, and he pushed. The knob slipped into the hollow around my anus and nudged against the opening, pressing hard as he bore down on me until suddenly it popped into my body.

He was gasping, his face contorted with pleasure. “Fuck, Chelsea, that’s tight!”

“God, Ben, you’re big….. wait… wait, let me adjust.”

He stopped moving, his cock head buried in my rectum. I could feel my ass pulsating, crimping around the thick invader, the sphincter burning. I was so stretched – my ring straining around him like a rubber band at breaking point. I felt he would split me open, but I gradually relaxed, my anus adjusting to his thickness, and he slid into me a little further. I was pinned underneath him, my movement restricted.

“I can’t move much, Ben. Push gently now.”

He shifted his hips forward and I felt his rod burrow deeper. He stopped when he felt the pressure, and I whispered instructions to him in a voice thick with passion.

“More, baby…. slowly, though. Bear down.”

He moved the angle of his cock and suddenly the resistance melted and he slid fully into me. I gasped with the sensation – I was full, bursting with his cock, feeling every millimetre buried inside me. My pudendum was pressing against his pelvic bone, my cunt mashed tight against him and I could feel his balls pressing against the crack in my buttocks.

“Now, slowly, slowly. Ah, yes, yes, fuck my ass.”

He withdrew, a long, slippery retreat, pausing at the entrance so that only his head was inside me, and then he thrust forward, filling me again. The pain had gone now, and I was filled with wonder at my brother fucking me in this new way. Nobody had ever been there before – it was only for him… my virgin ass, stretched open by my nearest relative. I thrust my hand between us, my fingers finding my clit to work at it, dipping down into the hot, wet channel of my cunt.

“Ah, Ah, Ben – that’s great. Fuck, that’s good. Tell me what you can feel.”

“It’s so tight, Chelsea – tighter than your cunt.”

“Is it good for you?”

“Yes, yes. I can feel the ridges of your ass when I push, and it’s so tight -”

“It’s yours, Ben. Nobody else has fucked it.”

“I love it, Chelsea – your tight ass…. I’m in your tight ass.”

His cock was flying into me now, long, powerful strokes, driving up into my bowels, pressing against my fingers as they strummed against my clit. My puss was soaking, juice streaming out from it, trickling down to the thick shaft and lubricating it so that it glistened and gleamed as it moved. I could feel the start of my second cum – the pressure building, the stirring of another hurricane.

“Jesus, I’m going to cum, Ben -”

“Me too, Chelsea.”

“Cum into me, Ben. Spurt into my ass – ”

With a cry of anguish he came, thrusting forward to bury himself as deep as he could. His balls were pressed against me and I felt them twitching as they emptied, his cock pulsing as he pumped. I imagined the long, thick jets of his sperm racing along his shaft like molten lava, bursting from the swollen head to spew and splatter into the dark, cloying confines of my bowels. The vision tripped me over the edge and I came, a shriek of pleasure bursting from my lips, my cunt contracting violently and a froth of juice splattering against his belly. Waves of pleasure seized me, rocking my body so that I writhed underneath him, like two animals rutting in the hot, steamy confines of that little hut.

We lay there for a while, the sweat drying on my skin. Ben was still embedded in me and he withdrew and flopped down beside me.

“Wow.” His voice was awed. “I never thought I’d be able to do that.”

I touched his face, running the tip of my finger over the curl of his lips. “I wanted to give you something that nobody else had ever had, or will have again.”

“It was amazing, Chelsea.”

“It was bad though, wasn’t it? To fuck your sister is one thing – to fuck her in the ass is really, really bad.”Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

He smiled. “I told you before I wanted a bad, bad sister.”

I rolled off the bed and stood up. “Well, you got one. I’m going for a shower Ben – join me. Oops…” I held my hand under my butt. “Oops…. here it comes.”

A stream of his come dribbled out, warm and watery from the heat of my body. I ran through to the bathroom and sat on the toilet, hearing it exit from me like a little waterfall. Ben came in and stood next to me and I looked up at him. “That’s about a pint.”

He laughed. “And that was just an appetizer.” He gazed at my body, and his eyes softened. “Jesus, you’re beautiful Chelsea.”

I laughed wryly. “Oh yes, here I am, the latest Vogue model… windswept and covered in sweat and salt and cum, and sitting on the can to boot. You sure pick your moments, Ben.”

“I think you are,” he insisted. He reached down and helped me to my feet. “Come into the shower with me – I haven’t finished with you yet.”

We stood under the tepid water for a long time, soaping each other down, our fingers gliding over slippery skin to delve into the secret parts of our bodies. He was kissing me, his lips nibbling at the lopes of my ears and at the soft skin behind them, and his hands roamed over my breasts. He hefted them gently, rubbing the nipples so that they stood proud from the soap suds like little islands in a sea of foam.

“I love your breasts,” he said. He bent his head to one of them and teased the nipple with his lips. “If I had tits I’d play with them all day long.”

“You can have mine.”