TABOO TALES(erotica)

“Here goes, baby, are you ready?” I warned her, and once again, at her nod and grin, thrust my cock into her tight little anus in one long slow glide, pulling her back against me to keep her upright.

“I knew you’d like this, you are such a bum-pervert, Denham” she panted, pumping back against me as I thrust into her hot tightness, feeling her rectum ripple and squeeze along the length of my cock.

“Serves you right for being such a hottie!” I retorted. “Getting rampantly fucked like this goes with the territory!”

She swayed forwards, and I followed her down, with my forearms on either side of her, keeping my cock embedded in her hot arse and pumping long strokes as hard as I could. Lori spread her arms wide, grabbing a double hold of the bedding, while I slid my hands under her, to hold and squeeze her breasts, keeping my weight on my elbows and forearms. This seemed a very natural position, restful for both of us, and very sexy, as I got to hold her tight to me, while at the same time being able to kiss the nape of her neck, her back and shoulders, and between her shoulder blades, and still keep pumping as hard as I could.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Lori was obviously getting something out of it as well; her breathing was becoming ragged, and her anus was clenching and contracting around my cock, sucking at the flesh in a way I found difficult to ignore. Suddenly, she stiffened, a loud gasp bursting from her as her orgasm hit, taking me with her, her anal passage clamping down all round my cock, the exquisite pressure making my cock spray spunk inside her back passage like I had an endless supply. When I came down and withdrew, she turned to me and kissed me hard and long.

“Thank you, Lover-Boy!” she whispered. With that, she slid her arms around me and held me close, her magnificent breasts flattened against me, holding me hard against her, until she dropped off to sleep again, completely sated.

When I awoke, it was with a start, thinking we had slept the day away. As my head cleared, I thought to look at my watch; phew, it was only 8:30am. That little minx had woken me at half-past four in the morning to play, so my time-sense was wobbling a little. Thank goodness for that, we had a lot to do today, and only a few hours to do it in.

I slid out of bed, made a few calls, and slid back in without disturbing her, then surveyed her as she lay there unawares. She was lying on my left side, on her stomach but facing away from me, her right leg bent at the knee, thrusting her fabulous bum in the air towards me, so I thought I would wake her as gently as possible, considering what I had done yesterday afternoon to wake her…

With this in mind, I started gently kissing and licking her earlobe, while at the same time lightly rubbing her bumhole in a circular motion with my left index finger, never penetrating her, that was not the plan; I just wanted to gently wake her, not shock her into a seizure…

After a few seconds of this, the nibbling and the stroking, she began to stir, so I moved away, preparing to kiss her into a more wakeful state.

“Mmm, that was nice, why did you stop?” she asked sleepily “I was enjoying that, more, please.”

“No can do, Angel-May”, I replied softly, “if I keep that up we both know what it leads to, and we have things to do, and not much time to do it in, so up and at ’em, Sleepy-Sally!”

Lori rolled over and wrapped her arms around me, pulling herself up for her wake-up kiss, which I gave her with extra nibbling, then smacked her scenic rump lightly.

“Right you, shower’s over there, and I’m going first, you know you’ll take forever, unless you want to save time and shower together….” I trailed off as I saw her eyes light up, “… on reflection perhaps solo showers would be a better idea” I finished, the light of mischief in her glorious eyes dying back a bit as she saw I was being serious.

“Remind me, Davey, what are we doing today” she queried, looking both excited and a little apprehensive.

“OK, there are the papers you’ll need to prove your identity when we apply for the Marriage License, you know, birth certificate, any other proof of identity. I have my passport, so there should be no problem getting it, and once the license is issued, it will take a couple of days, then we can be married anywhere in the great state of Maine. Plus, we are going to Boston; I made a couple of calls, and there’s a British Consul there, so that will take care of your visa. As a bonus, I actually recognised the name, he happens to be my Uncle Richard, Richard Denham-Grant, although I might want to keep that relationship quiet, at least for now; I’ve never actually met him, and we certainly don’t want or need any complications just now!”

“Davey, you are just so fucking organised!” grumbled Lori, trying to sound serious, but I could see the mirth bubbling in her eyes and making her shoulders shake and her beauties jiggle (don’t look, dammit, don’t look, you have important things to do…!)

“Have you left any room in your schedule for anything else?” she asked innocently.

“Like what, wench?” I asked with a smile.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe fucking the living daylights out of me, perhaps?” she smiled.

“I’m way ahead of you, you evil-minded little nympho! I swear, you’ve got a mind like a pit of snakes! We have a suite booked at The Mandarin Oriental in Back Bay; open booking, so we can stay as long as you want. It’s a 5-star, so I order you, as your husband-to-be, to pamper yourself! But first, off to City hall, we need to get the license sorted today, because I have us booked on an early evening flight with Panic Airlines, or whatever they call themselves, into Logan, for us to take care of business tomorrow. ”

Once we’d showered, and I’d had a good shave, we drove into town and parked-up in the municipal parking lot. A very helpful receptionist sent us to the Municipal Clerk, who helped us fill in the application, checked and photocopied our identity documents, stamped and notarised the application, and told us it would be available for collection within 4 business days. We paid the grand total of $30, $10 each License fee and $10 for 2 certified copies of the Marriage certificate. That was it, we were free to marry anywhere in the State of Maine!

As it was about that time, we found a small bistro with outdoor seating, and had a wonderful lobster brunch, enjoying the sea views, the fresh sea tang in the air, and the white-golden sunlight that they only ever seem to have in Maine. Lori, however, seemed to have something on her mind.

“David, there’s something I want to say,” she began, “Please don’t say anything, just hear me out, OK?”

I was mystified, but waited to hear what she had to say.

“David, I just wanted to say that, now that our getting married is about to become a real reality, there’s something I need to ask you, and I need you to be completely honest with me. Is this really, truly what you want? Because you don’t have to do this, just because you feel obligated or anything; I know you feel guilty over Mom, please don’t feel you have do this out of some sense of duty, or pity or… or… anything, I’m a big girl now, I can look after myself; if you think you have to do this, then it’s for the wrong reasons, please don’t hurt me like that, I… Davey, please…!”

She was crying openly now, and my heart was breaking open to see her so distraught.

I scrambled over to hold her, close, drying her glorious eyes, and kissing her once, gently, on each eyelid. “Loretta Keene, the only thing I want in this world is you, to be my wife, my partner, my best friend, and the mother of my children. I love you more than anything. Always remember that”.

Lori kissed me gently on the cheek, tears still rolling down her cheeks.

“Are you really, truly sure, Davey? I love you, Doctor Man, please do this only because you love me too!””

For answer I kissed her, hard, my hands roaming over her, heedless that we were in full view of anyone who happened to look our way.

“Lori, all I can think of is you; I love you more than anything, and all I want is for you to be happy, with me, forever. I love you, Loretta Keene!”

“Thank you Davey!” she whispered in my ear, “and now you’ve made me cry again!” she smiled at me, eyes still full, “I have to powder my nose, back soon, Darling Boy!”

When she returned, her make-up was completely restored, with no sign of her tears. I held her hands, lifting her ring to show it to her.

“This is just a thing, but it’s a symbol of forever, always remember that, my darling wife.”

Lori sat down and contemplated her glass of wine, fiddling with a bread stick, twirling it casually in her salad dressing.

“Davey, what time is our flight tonight?” she asked, casually, innocently. Yeah, right!

“7:30 p. m., sweetheart. Why?” I responded, as if I didn’t already know.

“Weelll, it’s only just gone 11, so we have several hours to kill. I don’t want to window-shop, the clothes here are terrible, I’d need to be 60 with a prolapse to even think about buying anything here, so I was thinking we should go home, and pack a couple of bags, and then you should maybe fuck the hell out me, what say?”

I had to agree with her, the thought of finally getting our marriage accomplished was having a decidedly aphrodisiac effect on me; there was a building tension in my balls that no amount of sunlight, sea air or superb Maine lobster was going to relieve. Besides, the interlude just now had shaken me, and I needed to hold my girl closer than I could out here in public.

“My thoughts exactly, you vulgar little girl, you saved me the trouble of asking!”

“Darling Boy, the day I turn you down for sex is the day they put me to bed with a shovel” she told me, and leaned over to give me a warm, loving kiss, with extra mayonnaise.

We headed back to the car, me walking with my document folder held in front to conceal my tremendous hard on. Even the short drive back seemed far too long; Lori in the sunlight, wearing her brief sundress and kitten heels, was a sight that would tempt a Trappist monk into sin.

Once inside, all restraint fell away, and I had my hands on her lovely peach of a bum before her purse had hit the table. She kissed me with a need that surprised and gratified me, fumbling with my slacks while I tugged down her scandalously brief panties and pulled her dress straps off her shoulders. Her dress slid to the floor, and once again my beautiful teenage goddess of a sister stood before me, naked, gorgeous, ready to fuck and be fucked.

My own clothes had hit the floor by now, and my cock stood up, achingly erect, waiting to explore its favourite hiding places. Lori grabbed hold, pulling me close by my cock, and kissed me gently, lovingly, teasingly while her hand pumped. She broke our kiss, turning her back on me, so I pulled her in tight, holding and fondling her breasts, lightly pinching and rubbing her nipples while my cock lodged itself in the deep cleft between her majestic buttocks. She gasped and began a gentle rise and fall motion, pumping the cock lodged tightly in her bum crevice, her arms behind her, holding on to my hips, while I kissed her neck and shoulders, occasionally pecking her on the lips as she turned her face to me.