TABOO TALES(erotica)

She must have sensed I was close, because she lifted herself off me as soon as she had finished. She swiveling around in the bed, kneeling at the edge of the mattress, thrusting her tight little butt upwards, legs akimbo, her breasts pressed against the sheet and her face turned towards me, mouth twisted in lust.

“Fuck me again, Ben! Fuck me doggie!” and she wriggled her hips invitingly.

I scooted around the bed and positioned myself between her legs. She was close to the bedside light so that her cunt was fully illuminated – shining wet with her juices, the thick lips of her labia folded back and the narrow portal of her pussy slightly open, a small oval eye that beckoned me. The cheeks of her ass were firm and beautifully shaped, and I held them apart as I entered her so that I could watch her cunt being stretched apart again.

I fucked her in long, slippery strokes, the thick shaft of my cock spearing into her, the slap of her buttocks against my thighs loud in the small room. I fucked her deeply, standing on tiptoe so that I was angled down, thrusting through her pelvic girdle, nudging the cone of her cervix so that she moaned with pain and pleasure. I fucked her with a single-minded purpose, listening to her cries of encouragement, wanting only to flood her with my hot seed, to impregnate her slim, wriggling body in an act of total subjugation.

I felt the rising tide of my orgasm take control of my brain, shutting down every other sensor so that there was only my cock and the hot, clasping cunt in which it was sheathed. My shaft seemed to swell and the head bulged inside her, and the spiral of my pleasure accelerated exponentially, whisking me upwards until I was teetering on the edge of a frozen precipice, every neuron in my body screaming for release. And then the white lights burst inside my brain and I came, lunging deep into her with such force that she screamed in pain.

My hands were fastened on her hips, pulling her tightly to me, our bodies locked together like dogs fucking. The head of my cock was lodged against her cervical orifice so that I emptied directly into her uterus: six or seven long, hot jets, each one splattering across the fertile plain of her womb. I gasped for breath, my back arched, muscles quivering at the pinnacle of ecstasy, my cock throbbing and pulsating as it pumped. I heard her screaming in turn, her second orgasm triggered by the heat of my seed, her cunt milking me frantically as she trembled and shook beneath me.

At length the hurricane of our passion subsided and for a moment there was only the sound of our laboured breathing and the creak of the bedsprings as she shifted under me. I went to withdraw, but she gripped me hard with the muscles of her cunt, and her voice was soft and compelling. “Stay in me Ben. Don’t move yet.”

And so I waited with my rod still embedded inside her, feeling the sweat drying on my skin until my cock gradually softened and I slipped out of her.

*****

She lay in my arms, her head on my shoulder. The rain had started again although it was much lighter than before, the drumming on the roof barely audible.

“What are we to do, Chelsea? Tomorrow’s the last day here and then its home.”

“What would you like to do, Ben?”

“To be with you, like this, for the rest of our lives.”

She thought for a moment, then pushed herself up so that she could see my face. “Let’s worry about how we do that later,” she suggested. “We have the rest of tonight first.” She slid aside the sheet, and leaned over me, her sharp little teeth nippling at my nipple, teasing it out, and her hand slithered down to cup my balls lightly. I felt my cock stir again at the thought of those parts of her body I had yet to explore.

She slid down the bed and her mouth closed over me again, the prelude to so much more to come.

*******

Chelsea was still asleep when I awoke. A shaft of sunlight crept into the room from a chink in the curtains, falling on her hair as she slept – a glorious butter yellow shot through with iridescent strands of spun gold. She was breathing lightly, her lips slightly apart so that I could see the white of her teeth, and she had pushed the covers down so that one breast was exposed, the skin a lighter creamy colour against the darker tan of her arms and shoulders. Her face was relaxed in sleep and she looked young and vulnerable.

I lay for a while, not wanting to move – content to stay there as long as I could, just to look at her. This time yesterday she had been just my sister: a person with whom I had grown up. The blood that flowed in her veins was mine, and her DNA was stamped with the same genetic blueprint as my own. We had shared a childhood: fought and played, squabbled and forgiven, laughed and cried. We had grown up together, moving from innocence to awareness, adolescence to adulthood. We had rejoiced at each other’s achievements and suffered their failures, and we supported each other in the way that siblings do – two separate souls joined only by the common bond of family.

Now, in just a few hours, all that had changed. She was my sister and my lover and she was asleep beside me, naked, her lips swollen from my kisses and my seed inside her body. I watched her softly breathing, and I realised that nothing could ever be the same again.

After a while she stirred, stretching her limbs as she emerged from sleep, and her eyes opened, a soft grey like the early morning sun on open water.

I reached over and touched her face softly, brushing an errant strand of hair from her eyes.

“Good morning.”

She smiled. “‘morning. What time is it?”

“Nearly eight. Did you sleep well?”

She thought about it, stretching her arms again and then snuggling back down into the bed, still smiling at me. “Not really. Some pervert wanted to fuck me all night.”

“That’s disgraceful.”

“Four times!”

“Amazing. He must have great stamina.”

“Every time I tried to sleep he was there.”

“It was probably your fault.”

She laughed. “Me! How do you figure that? I just lay there and thought of King and Country.”

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She looked down at them. “So its their fault.”

“Accessories to the fact only. There’s a feline mastermind in the bed.”

“You’re not talking about my pussy, are you?”

“Absolutely.”

“I think it’s drowned.”

I laughed. “Drowned?”

She held open the sheet and looked down at herself. “Well, drowned internally. I’m pretty full.”

“Well, that’s an amazing coincidence – I’m empty.”

“Really?”

I looked at her. She was still holding the sheet open and I could see the fine golden hairs on her pudenda and the crease of her vulva below it. My cock stirred. “Well… perhaps not that empty -”

She lifted the sheet higher so that she could see me harden, my cock stretching and filling, the foreskin rolling back. “You’re insatiable.”

I reached over and cupped her breast, my thumb rolling over her nipple, feeling it swell in sympathy with my cock. “And you are irresistible.”

“I’ll be irresponsible if I don’t go to the loo.” She reached down and wrapped her fingers around me, squeezing the shaft. “Tell him to hold that pose,” she said. “I’ll be back.”

She hurried back and snuggled down beside me. “Are you ready?”

“Absolutely. Fully recharged. Another quart cumming up.”

She groaned at the pun. “I’m not sure I can find room for it.” She rolled onto her side, facing away from me and she drew her knees up to her chest. “But let’s give it a go. Put it in me.”

I spooned up behind her and nudged the head of my cock against her, feeling initial resistance as I pushed: then the soft warm surrender as her vulva opened and I sank into her body.

She groaned, her back arching a little as I filled her. “Oh…. Jesus, that’s good.”

“Better than last night?”

“As good as last night. It’s all good.” She reached behind her and grasped my hip, arresting my thrusts. “Keep still for a moment.”

I stopped moving, my cock deep inside her. She worked her vaginal muscles, a rhythmic grip that squeezed and released my shaft. “Can you feel that?”

“Some.”

“I’ll work on it. One day I’ll milk you dry without you moving.”

“How long will that take?”

“About a month.”

I chuckled. “I think we’d starve.”

She began to move her torso, sliding back and forward on me, and I picked up the rhythm so that my shaft was sliding into her smoothly, her labia clasping at me as we fucked. I pulled the sheet down so I could watch.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking. I like to see myself going in.”

“Nice. Tell me what you see.”