TABOO TALES(erotica)

“You could have taken a blanket to the sofa.” Her voice was soft.

“Yes, I could. But then I wouldn’t have been with you.”

She smiled to acknowledge the compliment. “Are we alone?”

“Absolutely.”

“When are Mum and Dad due back?”

“They’re staying in the city tonight. Apparently there’s local flooding at Princetown and the trains aren’t getting through.”

“So it’s just us here tonight.”

“Yes. Does that worry you?”

She shook her head slightly. “No, not really.” She hesitated and I could see that she was choosing her words carefully. She put her hand on my shoulder, her fingers warm against my skin, as if touching me was a way to soften what she was going to say “I’ve not been very fair to you over the last few days, have I?”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“No – hear me out, Ben.” She paused again, then pressed on. “I’ve done a lot of thinking since last night – about you…. about us. It was… difficult – you know, trying to adjust my feelings to you. You’ve always been there and sometimes we got on and sometimes we didn’t, and it wasn’t a big deal really. But our relationship has changed and I had to reassess -”

I interrupted. “So what happened, Chelsea?”

She stared at me, the chain of her thought broken, then she shrugged slightly. “Here we are in bed together with not much on, and you’re asking me what’s changed! It’s not how brothers and sisters usually act, Ben.” She lifted her hand and absent-mindedly brushed back the comma of hair on my forehead, smoothing it away from my eyes, her hand lingering. “That’s not all of it though. Something happened to me before and I thought it was finished, but it’s not. I’m not sure I’m ready to deal with it.” She was looking into my face and her eyes were huge. “Shit! This is difficult!” she closed her eyes and I could see her making an effort to think. “I guess what I’m trying to say -”

“- sometimes you don’t need to say anything,” I whispered, and I leaned forward and put my mouth over hers.

Her lips were just as soft as I remembered and she still tasted of peppermint and spice. Our first kisses were gentle, our mouths barely touching – soft as gossamer and honey sweet. I probed gently with my tongue and she responded with hers, their tips touching, each exploring the other. She groaned into my mouth and I felt her hand come up to the back of my head, gently pulling me forward, her fingers in my hair. She rolled slightly so that she was more on her back than her side and I followed her, kissing harder, lips working against each other and our tongues touching, sliding hot and slippery, entering and withdrawing.

She arched her back and her breasts pressed against my chest, the nipples hot and erect, and she raised one leg and hooked her calf over my waist, pulling my body in tighter. My cock was pressed against her belly, as hard as it had ever been. She broke off the kiss so that she could speak.

“Ben – we can’t….”

I rolled on top of her, taking the weight with my elbows and knees, and she was rigid underneath me. For a moment I thought she would push me off as she had at the beach, but then she relaxed under me, and her mouth was at mine again, tongue slithering into me as slippery as an eel. I felt her back arch upwards, her groin grinding against mine; her hands were on my shoulders her fingers gripped me tightly, and her legs opened so that my rod pressed against the crease of her pussy. She moaned at its touch and she lifted her hips upward so that her mound was grinding against me, her pelvis moving forward and back so that she could feel its length rubbing against her.

I rolled off and pulled aside the covers, flinging them off the bed. She lay on her back, her eyes hooded, watching me as I slid off my jocks. My cock bobbed free, massively hard, the foreskin back so that the head was fully exposed, the skin stretched purple and angry. She was staring as if mesmerized by it, and she reached forward to grasp me, her hand white and slender against the thickness of its shaft and her fingers cool against its burning heat.

I looked down at her, committing the picture to memory so that I could draw upon it in the future. The grey light of the afternoon was refracted through the wet glass of the little window, leaching away colour and form so that the image before me was almost monochrome – white and grey and black. Her skin appeared dappled with the shadow of rivulets of rain on the windowpane so that it looked as if her body had been painted, and her contours were cloaked in shadow, hiding their mysterious depths. Her eyes glittered in the dim light, and she released her grip on me and then thrust her hips upwards so that she could slide the tiny white panties down and off. For a moment the deep ‘V’ of her sex was exposed before it was shrouded in shadow again.

Her voice was soft against the roar of the rain on the metal roof. “Don’t put it into me, Ben,” she said, and she lay back, waiting for me to do whatever else I wanted.

I knelt between her legs, pressing my face to the juncture of her thighs and she rolled her hips upwards, lifting her legs and holding them with her hands so that she was fully exposed to me. The lips of her vulva were swollen with her excitement and I could see the warm, living flesh of her insides, pink and moist. She was sopping, soaking wet, silver juices smeared on the inside of each thigh, and a small rivulet of her lubricant had escaped from her sex and was dribbling over her perineum and oiling the tight, crinkled eye of her anus.

I placed my mouth over her sex, encircling its entirety, gently sucking on her labia whilst I penetrated her with my tongue. My senses were suffused by her essence – the warm, oily juices of her cunt seeping into my mouth; the pungent aroma of her arousal; the guttural moans of her pleasure, and the languorous roll of her hips to project her vulva upwards and out, so that I could reach further into her body with my tongue. She twitched under my mouth, and I felt her hands holding my head, pressing it hard against her whilst she undulated her pelvis against my face, smearing her juices over my nose and chin. I could hear her voice, hoarse with excitement as I ate her, tremulous as she reached up for her first orgasm.

“God, Ben! Eat me… Christ that’s good! Eat me deep! Taste my juices!” and her hips rolled with each word, carrying me as if on a storm-tossed sea of passion.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Her first orgasm arrived quickly, just as it had on the beach. Her fingers fluttered at the back of my head like trapped birds, and she drew her legs up even further, opening them to their full extent so that I had complete access to her sex. Her body tensed, every muscle quivering as she reached upwards to the light. For a few long seconds she trembled on the brink, a high-pitched moan of impending pleasure drawn from her throat – and then with a shriek of ecstasy she came. Her cunt contracted violently and a squirt of warm fluid spurted into my mouth, dribbling around my lips and splattering the sheets below us. She dropped her thighs so that they were either side of my head and she gripped me tightly, my face mashed against her grasping, greedy cunt. I could feel spasms racking her body, and her vagina contracted under my mouth, fluttering and clasping at my lips as if trying to suck me into her body.

At length the contractions ceased and she gradually relaxed, releasing me so that I could break free and draw in a great gasp of air. I slid up the bed and lay next to her, and we lay silent for a few moments listening to the relentless drumming of the rain above our heads.

“Jesus, I needed that,” she said, after a while. She looked down at my cock, still massively hard, and she reached out and touched it. “It’s funny, really. Until this week I’d sort of thought your dick would be as I remembered it when we used to take baths together as tiny kids. It was like a little worm, as I recall.”

“Thanks a lot.”

She smiled. “It’s a lot different now.” She moved her hand rhythmically so that my foreskin slid back and forth over the glans. “Does that hurt?”

“No… no, it feels good. Ah… God, that’s nice.”

She laughed. “It doesn’t take much to keep you guys happy, does it? Wow… look at that – ”

A bead of juice oozed out of the eye, glistening like a teardrop, and as she pulled the foreskin back it began to trickle over the stretched, purple skin of my glans. She moved her hand up and gently captured it with her thumb, then transferred it to her mouth, her eyes closed as she savoured the taste and texture.

She smacked her lips in exaggerated pantomime. “Hmmm…. its sort of…. oily. Perhaps I should try a little more -” she rolled to her knees and leaned over me, her legs folded, her face moving down to the head of my cock. As she bent forward her hair swung over her face and she brushed it back, tucking it behind one ear so there was no obstruction to what she was doing.

I watched as she gently placed the swollen glans at her lips, pausing there for a moment while she adjusted the grip of her hand to just below the head. A dribble of spit escaped from her mouth, oozing over the head of my cock so that it gleamed wetly; and then she gently lowered her face, keeping her lips taut to prevent entry, allowing the pressure to build for a few moments until I was pressed hard against her unyielding lips – and then she relaxed a little and the head of my cock popped into her mouth.