TABOO TALES(erotica)

Chelsea’s voice was soft in the quiet of the room, husky with her desire. “Jesus, Bec…. that’s lovely…. exquisite.” She pressed her torso down a fraction, wriggling against the lapping mouth. “Ah, yes, just there honey. Don’t stop…. ah, just there.”

Bec’s pussy was just below her face, sheathed in little blue panties. Chelsea could see her excitement – a translucent patch of wetness against the pale material and the dark shadow of her labia pressing against it. She leaned forward a little and hooked the panties aside, her fingers sliding lightly over her wet flesh. Chelsea could see her exposed vagina, the lips curled back like petals of a flower and a bead of opaque fluid gathered at the opening like the cream in a fresh eclair. The fine, silky hair around her labia was damp with desire, and the fragrance of the girl’s excitement enveloped her as she dipped her head towards the juncture of her thighs.

Chelsea had often wondered what Ben had found so appealing about eating pussy, and now she understood. The vaginal lips were soft against her mouth and the girl’s juices thick on her tongue, tasting of salt and musk…. but it was so much more than that. She was poised at the very centre of another woman, at the core of her vulnerability and her strength, the point at which all life began. She knew how the girl who writhed underneath her was feeling, just as the tongue in her own pussy was reaching into her own soul. She could feel her orgasm building, the long climb upwards from the darkness, and she lapped faster – scooping out the cream with long flat strokes of her tongue, her lips and cheeks and face shining with her discharge as her senses finally coalesced into a single, united force, flinging her upwards towards the light.

Chelsea’s orgasm burst in her brain like a super nova and she writhed in ecstasy, her mouth still on Bec’s pussy. She could feel her cunt pulsing, expelling soft breaths of air and dribbles of moisture over the wriggling girl beneath her. It was enough to trigger Becs climax and she heard the girl shriek suddenly and felt her thighs clamp tightly on her head. They rode the waves of their lust, clinging together with their faces thrust against each others genitals, their mouths filled with their hot, splattering juices and their ears filled with shrill cries of passion.

*****

They lay together in bed, the covers pushed back and the cool air drying their skin. Chelsea’s arm was around Bec, her hand resting lightly against the younger woman’s shoulder, and she moved the tips of her fingers idly back and forth, lightly brushing against her skin.

“It’s funny how things happen in ways that you could never envisage.” She spoke quietly.

“Yes.”

“Would you have picked that, Bec? You and I doing what we just did?”

“Not in a million years.” She laughed. “I thought only lesbians did stuff like that.”

“Or lonely people.” Chelsea reached over and brushed the comma of dark hair back from Bec’s eyes. “So how do you feel now?”

Bec raised her head to look at her. “How do you mean?”

“We need to talk about what just happened, Bec. What do you think?”

“I think I’ve gone to heaven.”

Chelsea smiled. “No, really.”

Bec pushed herself up on one elbow, her eyes steady as she looked at her friend. “I think that we both needed that, Chelsea…. and I think that we have a lot in common, and we are good for each other.” She smiled suddenly and touched her lovers lips with the tip of one finger. “Look at you, all serious and worried when you don’t need to be. You’re lying there thinking you don’t want to hurt me and maybe it’s better to cut loose now rather than later.”

Chelsea regarded her, surprised by her perspicacity. “Sort of – well, the first bit anyway.”

Bec smiled. “The hurting bit or the extracting bit?”

“The hurting bit.” She paused, thinking carefully about what she was going to say. “I loved what we have just done, Bec, I really did. My toes are still curled up.” She lifted her leg and scrunched up her toes in a parody of her orgasm. “See? … and I’m comfortable with it as well, which is surprising, really, as neither of us has trodden that path before.” She lowered her leg and stared up at the other girl. “But I’m not sure that it would satisfy me for the rest of my life, you know? I just don’t want to get down the track and then find you were counting on something a bit more enduring.”

“You won’t.”

“Are you so sure? It wasn’t just sex, though, was it? There was a lot of feeling and tenderness there – well, for me at least.”

Bec lay back down, her head on Chelsea’s shoulder. “Me too. But I know the time will come when one of us will walk away, and that’s fine.”

They lay together in silence listening to the rain, content with the arrangement they had. And after a while, they made love again.

*****

“Where were you last night, Ben? I was worried about you!” It was after nine on the Saturday morning and she was still in her nightie, clearly not concerned enough to come looking for him earlier.

Ben looked up at her from the table, his eyes cold. “I was working late and I slept in the spare room. Sit down, Sophie.”

She made a moue of displeasure. “Not now, Hon, I have to get ready.”

“Sit down!”

She frowned at his tone but slid into the chair opposite him. “Will this take long?”

“Not much time at all.” He regarded her. “Who is Ramal Hussein?”

She stared at him. “I don’t know him.”

“That’s curious, Sophie, as he knows you – very well, in fact.”

She shrugged. “What are you getting at, Ben?”

“How about John Sylvester and Samuel Robards?”

“These are businessmen…. I borrowed money from them for my mother.”

“That would be Maria Sassounion who died five years ago.” He watched her face.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Her face was pale. “I’m still paying off the loan…. it was for her hospital bills.”

Ben’s voice was quiet. “Don’t lie to me, Donatella. I know it all – the names, the clients, the visits, the money. I know how many times you fucked them and what you got paid, and what you have in each of your bank accounts.” His voice was bitter. “The only thing I don’t know is why you bothered with me.”

She sat quietly for a few moments, her head bowed so that the curtain of golden hair hid her face, and then she raised her head and looked at him. The little girl expression was gone, replaced by one of open malevolence. She stared at him, her eyes like ice chips.

“Because I needed a dull cunt to give me somewhere to work from.”

He shrugged. “Do you think your words can hurt me now? It’s over. Pack your things and get out.”

“What about our baby?”

“Who knows whose baby it is, Sophie? Fuck off and have it somewhere else.”

She laughed, a harsh barking noise without humour. “Do you think you can do that to me? The baby is yours. You have a responsibility -”

“Really? Tell that to the Family Court as we discuss your line of business -”

She leaned forward, her voice shrill. “Don’t threaten me, you little prick! We will go to it together, and you can tell the Judge how you fucked your sister for two years.” She saw her words strike home and she laughed. “Do you think you are the only one to do their homework? You and she were living together, rutting like rabid dogs in your secret little hideaway. How do you think the Judge will like that?”

He stared at her, mesmerized by the change. The little girl voice and baby talk was gone, replaced by a poisonous eloquence completely outside of his understanding of her. At last he found his voice. “You can’t prove that.”

Sophie bared her teeth, as if she would tear out his throat. “Do you think I am stupid!? I have copies of the emails you exchanged from America.” She laughed again, low pitched and dripping with venom. “They make interesting reading, Ben – you really should have deleted them from the computer. You two were right into each other, weren’t you, and when you couldn’t fuck you liked to write about it!” She leaned back and moistened her lips, her voice changing again, almost conversational. “Can you imagine the shame, Ben, when you wake up and see it all in the newspapers?”

“Your name would be there too. The Taxation Office would be interested in your undeclared earnings, and the Police, too. Solicitation is an offence -”

“Who is soliciting, Ben? I just entertain some gentlemen in their homes.” She shook her head. “The tax man would be pissed off, but I’d only get a fine. You have far more to lose than me. Think of the disgrace, Ben, the court hearings, the goal time. You’d lose your job and so would your sister.” She smiled at him. “Chelsea, isn’t it? Such a pretty name, too! And a teacher? How the tabloids would love that! A respected member of our society – responsible for the moral standards of our children…. and all the time fucking her brother.” She laughed again. “Incest is such a dirty word, especially for pillars of society like teachers. How do you think people would judge her?”

Ben was silent, staring at her. He realised he had completely misjudged this woman, and his initiative was gone.

She waited a moment, then smiled at him with cold eyes. “Nothing to say, Ben?” She stood up and smoothed down her dress and looked down on him, her voice pitiless. “I’m going shopping now but I’ll keep on living here, thank you. Perhaps you should move…. yes, I think that would be best. I won’t have to play with your tiny little dick any more.” She turned away, but then stopped and looked back. “Of course you’ll pay the costs, won’t you?” She regarded him a moment longer, and her voice strengthened. “Do we understand each other, Ben?”

He nodded, unable to speak, and she continued. “You were wrong about the baby too, Ben – it’s yours. A little bastard to be sure, but he’s your little bastard. I guess you’ll be paying for years.” She laughed. “Who knows, if it’s a girl I might train her to follow in my footsteps… we all need security in our old age.”

She turned and walked from the room. Ben heard the door click and he closed his eyes to try and shut out the nightmare.