TABOO TALES(erotica)

She looked into my eyes with love, and trust, and adoration, seeing those same things in mine as I slowly pumped in and out, working ourselves toward the consummation we both knew was inevitable and necessary to make us one. I speeded-up my thrusts, Lori meeting me thrust for thrust, her pelvis grinding into me as I fought to restrain myself. Her breathing quickened and her movements became more urgent, as did mine, as we fought to reach that place together.

And then, suddenly, we did; her eyes snapped open and she screamed “OH MY FUCKING GOOOODDDD!”, shuddering and gasping as orgasm after orgasm chased their way through her, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her. I felt my whole heart collect together and burst out of me, into this wonderful girl who wanted nothing but me. I came in such intense waves of release that I thought my eardrums were going to burst, my vision dimming as the blood pounded in my head. I remained locked in place, the tremors and waves of orgasm shuddering through both of us, adrenaline still pumping and coursing through me, my groin and midriff clenching and spasming as I pumped jet after jet of hot semen into her.

I ducked my head down to kiss my sister on the bridge of her nose when the flare of release died down somewhat; her eyes fluttered open, and she grinned at me.

“Hello, Doctor Man, fancy meeting you here!” she whispered, her eyes sparkling as the adrenalin rush of her seismic orgasm slowly drained away.

I rolled over, still embedded in her body, and locked my arms about her lower back as I held her close to me, almost sobbing for breath, winded and shattered in the aftershock of my own adrenaline rush.

“What just happened there?” she asked a little blurrily.

“Darling Girl,” I replied when I could catch my breath, still shaking and twitching in reaction, “regardless of what a Justice of the Peace says in some rural courthouse, we are now married!”

She smiled at me as two big tears rolled down her cheeks.

“What’s up, sweetheart?” I asked in slight surprise.

“I know I’m being silly, but I just wish Mom and Dad could know how happy I am, could have been here to share in this with us” she whispered.

“You’re not being silly, poppet, you’re being normal. This is a new beginning for you, for us, but before you can have a new beginning, you’ve got to look back and pick out the best bits that went before, to help you pick the right way forward. That was the last thing my father told mother, and it’s still true; but, if mother and Charlie had still been with us, would we, could we, have ever have come together in this way?”

Lori looked at up at me with those glorious eyes, like two lambent sapphires, a wistful expression on her beautiful face.

“We’d have found a way, Davey, I would have found a way, believe me!” she smiled, her fingertips lightly grazing my face. I smiled back and kissed the tip of her adorable nose.

“I believe you, baby-girl, and now, we have to get some shut-eye” I told her, “we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow, and we have a wedding to plan!”

Lori grinned at me and pushed her hand between us to grab hold of my rapidly deflating cock.

“Let’s not get up too early,” she smiled, eyes still sparkling with unshed tears,” I plan on enjoying my marriage bed a little!”

I smiled happily and pulled her in close. God, she always smelled delicious; her own feminine odours, the smell of her perspiration, the sweet smell of her breath, all combined into a single heady scent that constantly reminded me of fairground cotton candy, or fruit cake, with a hint of cinnamon or some other sweet, heady spice, nutmeg, maybe, something almost Christmassy in its connotations and undertones.

I woke several times during the night, awakened by Lori turning restlessly, once to see her shoulders shaking as she cried, silently, so as not to disturb me, which made me feel even more protective toward her. I softly stroked her back, and she turned to me, face screwed up as she cried into my chest.

“What is it, baby-girl?” I asked gently.

“What you said earlier about Mom and Dad, I know it’s true, but that doesn’t stop me needing them now. David, what am I going to do without them?”

David again. This was serious; I had to go careful here.

“You’ll have me, and our children, and between us we’ll keep their memory alive. My father died a long time ago, but he still lives inside here” I tapped my head, “in my memories of him, his voice, his smile, the smell of his cigarettes, all the little things. I only had him for a little while, but it was enough, and anytime I needed my father, I closed my eyes remembered his voice, and there he was again. Mother and Charlie made sure of that, and so will we; we have a whole lifetime of memories of mother and Charlie, so many things to remember and treasure; one way or another, they’ll always be with us. Even though he’ll be long gone, little Charlie and little Lori, and all the other children we’ll make will still be well acquainted with their Grandpa Charlie, I promise you that.”

Lori reached up and pecked me on the cheek, just next to my mouth.

“How did a blonde like you get to be so deep?” she grinned; for answer I turned her around, smacked her rump, and pulled her in to me, holding her as close as I could.

I sleep light, and Lori seemed to finally have got the answers she needed, because she slept like a baby, albeit a baby with some spectacular and very grown-up scenery!

I woke in the early post-dawn, about 4:30 or thereabouts, to the pleasurable sensation of a small hand fondling my cock, scratching lightly on the underside with a fingernail, obviously trying to tease it into a full-blown erection.

“What are you doing, baby?” I smiled, watching her grin back in that dirty, sexy way that only she can do.

“I was trying to see whether this thing worked on auto-pilot, or if the flight-crew need to be on-deck to get this little beast,” she flicked my glans, making me jump, “combat ready and airborne!”

I grinned at her.

“Not so much of the ‘little’, you disrespectful tart, I’ll have you know I have thank-you letters and testimonials from some very grateful young women!”

“Really?” she grinned, cupping my scrotum in a ring of threatening fingernails, “do tell, Stud!”

“That’s all in the past” I told her, loftily ignoring her, “a gentlemen never talks about the ladies in his past; now get up here, woman, we have an itinerary to plan.”

Lori obediently slid up against me, and almost immediately all thoughts of itineraries, plans, and anything else disappeared as soon as her warm flesh came into full contact with mine. Her pneumatic body felt absolutely fucking incredible, and right now, all I could think about was slipping my rapidly inflating boner somewhere inside her.

“I thought you said we had plans?” she said, staring speculatively at my erection.”What do you plan on doing with that, then?”

And with that, I rolled her on top of me, my hands planted firmly on her bum, her legs on either side of me, and her lips within easy reach. Lori looked at me with a twinkle in her eye, and I knew she was planning something, so I jumped the gun on her and pulled her bum cheeks wide, allowing my cock to drop into position to penetrate either hole.

“Time to choose, darling; do you want it in the bulls-eye, or should I aim for double-top?” I asked, using the English darts terms for the centre target, or the double-Twenty segment at the top of the dartboard to describe her pussy, or her anus immediately above it in this position

“Go for the bull’s-eye, darling, I want to be able to sit down once or twice this week!” she grinned, and I needed no further urging, sliding in my cock into her tight, wet pussy in one long slow push.

“Oof, thank you Darling, got any other tricks?” she asked .

“Always happy to oblige, sweetheart” I responded, sliding a finger into her anus, which I found already lubed-up.

I raised an enquiring eyebrow at her, and she grinned back at me.

“I know you so well, you filthy-minded little ass-rapist, so I just took some early precautions!”

“What-ho, that’s what I need in a wife, someone who thinks ahead!” I told her in my best upper-class twit voice, making her laugh and jiggle about in the most appealing way.

She began to move against me, rubbing her clitoris against me as she clenched and un-clenched her pussyl muscles, squeezing me delightfully, and quickly began to show signs of getting there, so I decided to help her along by inserting another finger into her anus, and pumped them in and out of her as she pumped against me.

When her orgasm hit, her anus clamped down on my fingers as her pussy expanded and contracted around my cock, while she shivered and shuddered against me as her orgasm peaked and then died away, leaving her breathless and glowing with sweat.

“Your turn,” she declared, rearing up above me, determined to do what she could to make me as satisfied as she was.

“I think I’d like you to stick that in my ass now, Doctor Man!” she grinned, and who was I to argue with a girl like her?This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“Kneel down, then, facing away from me” I asked her. Lori duly complied, and I shuffled on my knees behind her, reaching around to hold those magnificent breasts of hers.