TABOO TALES(erotica)

“I also want us to take a quick trip to New York very soon” I said, “we need to organise your visa so you can come back with me, unless you know of a British Consulate in New England somewhere…? I trailed off hopefully.

Lori shook her head.

“Nope, but we can ask at City Hall tomorrow. Anyway, that’s tomorrow, this evening isn’t finished yet, you dirty-minded, over-sexed, lecherous little pervert! I find myself wishing you were a dentist, as I have several cavities I need filling…, but, as you’re only a doctor, I have two rather pronounced swellings I think you need to pay some attention to, maybe manipulate a little…”

I love the way this girl’s mind works!

We arrived back home about 20 minutes later, and sat down on the couch together, Lori pulled close to me so I could feel the heat from her body.

I turned to her to ask her about whether she had ever been to New York, instead her mouth met mine in a long, lingering, and very stimulating kiss, and I began roaming my hands over her hot, firm body, pulling her up so she was kneeling on the sofa, my hands restlessly fondling and touching, stroking and squeezing — there were so many good things to grab, I was spoiled for choice!

Lori straddled me, one of her favourite positions, and I slid my hands up the back of her dress, trying to find the way to get it off.

“Slow down, Davey,” she murmured, “let me take it off.”

I acquiesced, watching in fascination as she slid the skin-tight garment off in one smooth movement, leaving her wearing just wispy, miniscule panties and her hold-up stockings, with her lovely breasts in all their glory, her nipples right in front of me, ripe for the sucking. As I’m not the sort to pass up a good thing, I cupped her buttocks to draw her up and in to me, and began licking, nibbling, and gently sucking her beautiful, coral-pink nipples, the fact that they were standing out like chapel hat-pegs indicating to me the level of her arousal.

Lori murmured her approval as I lapped, nibbled and sucked at her nipples, varying the pressure and technique, drawing moans and murmurs of appreciation and arousal from her, and stretching and shivering like a cat as I began more serious explorations of her body. My hands slid her panties down as far as I could, so I could rub and tease her anal bud. She obviously liked this, pushing my chin back so she could clamp her lips over mine, her tongue snaking between my teeth to fence with my tongue, all the while rubbing her pussy back and forth over my rapidly hardening cock. Lori started fumbling with the waistband of my slacks, trying to undo the button/catch/button combination that seems to be the norm these days, eventually grinning in defeat at me.

“Hold on, let me up a second, I want to get those damn things off!”

I chuckled, and gently released her, letting her stand up so I could stand up as well to drop my slacks and shorts, and pull my Polo shirt over my head. Lori looked down in mock disapproval.

“A gentleman always removes his socks, David!”

I smiled at this, pulling off my socks to stand bare naked in front of my best girl.

“Mmm, seems to be functioning according to requirements, so you’re off the hook, stud-boy!”

Obviously she approved of my revitalised cock, standing out and up, and getting harder the more she stroked it.

“Come on Davey, let’s play!” she smirked, and I wasted no time in yanking her tiny little panties all the way off. I held them up in front of her, looking at it quizzically.

“Lori, this thing is more indecent than just being honestly bare-arse naked, I mean, look at it; it’s practically an incitement to riot!”

“So you don’t like it, then?” she pouted, laughter dancing in her eyes. “I wore them to get you hot, I thought you might need a little assistance after earlier on…”

“Oh yes, I love it, it’s so… so… well, you, isn’t it?”

“You knew I had a dirty mind,” she grinned, “and I wanted to stay within the law; after all, if I had been in an accident and arrived at the hospital wearing no panties, well… what would they have thought of me!”

“If there were any men there, they’d be taking pictures to leer at in their old age, what else?” I grinned

All this verbal foreplay was hoisting my best friend ever higher, a fact she was quick to take advantage of, swaying past me and deliberately bumping her hip against mine as she made her way to the dining table. Lori looked at me, grinned, and bent over to rest her chest and cheek on the table, looking over at me as she slowly pulled her cheeks open, with a big, naughty grin on her face. I was watching all this, wondering what she wanted to do, when she spoke, her voice low and sultry.

“I thought you wanted pie, Davey, so come get it!”

I needed no further prompting, moving in behind her, kneeling down to admire and examine the fabulous backside and pussy of my centrefold-sister, taking my time to savour every contour and feature of such breath-taking scenery.

“Baby, if you don’t start doing something soon, I’m going out and finding a truck stop!” she purred, wiggling her delectable rump and making the sculpted hillocks of her comely, biteable bum ripple and jiggle in a most stimulating manner.

Unable to wait any longer, I leaned in and started planting light, feather-touch kisses on her behind, at the juncture of her thighs and her buttocks, and around her tempting little anal pucker, lightly stroking, kissing and smoothing her clear glowing skin, slowly moving into the centre of attention, her pink anus and sleek pussy. Lori closed her eyes, smiling archly as I circled in to my target, eventually lapping at her anus, stabbing my tongue further and further into her, making her squirm and gasp at each new flick of my tongue.

When I had her gasping and writhing, I moved my attentions down to her eager pussy. Her clitoris was already unhooded, showing that my attention to Lori’s anus had been having the right effect, and I continued lapping and stabbing with my tongue, this time between her pussy lips. My nose was buried in her most womanly parts, smelling the intoxicating musk of her growing excitement, the sweet scent of the soap she had used to shower and wash herself underlying the natural musk she was exuding from both holes. I recalled the remark she had tossed at me recently, about pheromones, and I realised that her own pheromones were acting on me now, ramping-up my own sexual responses and firing my chemosensory receptors in continued salvoes, flooding my system with adrenalin, preparing me for sex with this girl, my lover, my sister.

At last, both of us stimulated to a higher level than we had reached so far, keyed-up to almost fever pitch, I couldn’t hold back any longer. My need to fuck her almost overwhelmed me as I rose up behind her, shuddering with lust, need, and heightened sexual response, to knead and squeeze her firm buttocks as I slowly pushed the purple glans of my engorged cock into her hot, slick pussy, her own arousal level as highly keyed-up as mine. I took her hands as she blindly reached for me, pulling me down across her back as I began thrusting in long even strokes, now taking my weight completely on my forearms. The feeling of her warm springy buttocks moulding themselves to me as I thrust again and again was erotic and exciting, the sensation making her gasp and shudder and push back against me, trying to get as much of my cock into her as she could.

“Davey, please, stop, not like this… stop…!”Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Surprised, thinking I was hurting her, I stopped and backed away. Lori stood up, a little shakily, and tuned to face me, taking my face in her hands and kissing me hungrily.

“Davey, I want to do this upstairs, in our bed, not here, not like this; can we go there, please?” she asked, and I was happy to comply, although a little puzzled as to why.

I followed her upstairs, marvelling once again at her perfect rear, into what had become our bedroom, and allowed her to lead me to the bed, my look quizzical and slightly puzzled. She sensed the question, and smiled knowingly.

“Darling Boy” she started, “I want to make love, not just fuck, can you understand that?”

Immediately it made sense. Before, we were working-off our lust and mutual attraction, playing sex-games and having fun, to try and find out more about each other, about where we could go with each other, and what our boundaries were; but now, things had changed, and she needed to make love, not just have sex. For us, and especially for her, it was to be a re-statement of our commitment to each other, and she didn’t want to sully what she knew was the start of our lives together, even if she didn’t quite understand that yet.

For her, what we did now would be the game-changer, something she realised deep down, that this was how we were supposed to go from here on.

All of this flashed through my mind in a second, and it felt right, and fitting. I was already fully committed to this girl, recognition of this fact so woven into me now, at such a deep, instinctive level, I would never be able to consider her as anything other than my mate, forever.

I lifted her hands, and kissed them both, then kissed her lovely lips once, saying just one thing, knowing instinctively that it was the right thing to say just now.

“Always.”

Lori smiled up at me, relieved to see that I understood and accepted these changes in her, and what they meant, even if she didn’t know how to express them. With that, she took my hand and led me into the bed, pulling me down next to her. Her arms locked around my neck, and I drowned forever in her lips, only coming up as she lay back on the bed, inviting me to join her. I lay next to her, caressing and rubbing, smoothing and squeezing, my body shivering and twitching with adrenaline overload, while her eyes closed in enjoyment. She suddenly pulled me down onto her, kissing me passionately, fiercely, amorously, obviously feeling the need to finish what we had started downstairs.

I was still rampantly, painfully erect, and now she reached out to grab my distended cock and squeeze it rhythmically in a persuasive up/down motion, feelings of complete trust and love for this beautiful girl, my sister, and wife to be, flooding through me as she pumped.

“If you keep doing that, you’ll miss out on the big finale” I warned her, hardly able to contain myself, and she grinned, leaving off and spreading her legs in invitation. I mounted her, sliding my cock into her well-lubricated pussy, the slick, dewy flesh parting easily for me, hearing and feeling her gasp of satisfaction as I filled her.