TABOO TALES(erotica)

At last we surfaced, and Lori looked at me with a straight and serious expression on her face.

“David Denham,” she said, something she only called me when she was being completely serious, “I want to be everything to you, surely you must know that, but how can we do that, I’m your sister!”

“No, half-sister, and yes, we’re related, but born in different countries and we have different fathers, that might make a big difference. I thought long and hard about this very issue last night, while you were snoring”, I replied; she punched me in the arm, so I continued, “and I don’t really see that there is an issue. We have different surnames, we have different parents (well, mostly!), and we’re from different parts of the world, so there’s really nothing to connect us. I’m already a qualified doctor, trained at one of the world’s most prestigious teaching hospitals, so getting licensed to practice in the state of Maine should be a doddle. This house is in your name, so you’ll always have a home and security here, if that’s what you want. I love you, and I intend to be with you forever, wherever. I want you to believe that, because I know I’m in love with you, and I want you to be perfectly happy every day of your life.”

Lori said nothing, just stared at me with her eyes getting wider as I laid-out my arguments for staying together.

“Why did you buy this house in my name?” she eventually asked. I reminded her that when I had asked to come to England, she had refused, had insisted that her place was with her parents. With both her parents gone, I was the only family, and I felt it was my duty to make sure she was well provided for.

“I couldn’t think of a way to persuade you to come with me, as you had made it clear you wanted to stay here, and yesterday I had decided to stay here, and practice in Maine, rather than be separated half a world away from you, my little sister. The deeds for the house are with my solicitor’s in London, to be certain no-one could ever take it from you. As a fallback for you, there’s also $500, 000 in your name in an account in a bank in Boston, it’s been there since I was 18 and gained control of my trust-fund, because you’re the most important person in my world, and you always have been; even when you were an annoying, scraggy brat!”

“David, I want to be your wife, I want to live with you and grow old together, and most of all I want to make babies with you, which should be a lot of fun! I want to go wherever you will be happiest, because if you’re happy, then I’ll be happy, plus I think London would be interesting. I know I said before that I didn’t want to go to England, but that was before I snared you with my womanly wiles, and I definitely don’t want you to quit your training, not after you’ve come so far! I want you to become the surgeon you want to be, and I only want to be wherever you are, holding you up when you need it, and holding your hand when it gets tough. We’ll be fine, trust me. Your generosity is astonishing, but I can’t accept your money; your father intended that to be used to ease your life.”

“Nonsense” I retorted,” it was intended to better my life and I can’t think of a better way of living my life than with you in it. Just think of all the fun we’ll have spending it! Maybe on some floozy outfits like those you promised me!”

“Thank you, Davey” she replied, “I want to be your own personal floozy, so you’ll have to help me pick out the outfits that make you hot! Oh, and one more thing, ‘Scraggy Brat’, eh?” she grinned as she nipped my scrotum with the nails on her thumb and forefinger, nearly making me jump out of my skin, then kissed me again, harder, and whispered in my ear, “Will you marry me, Doctor Man?”

“Oh yes” I replied” and now I want to seal the deal before you change your mind!”

“Why Doctor Denham, whatever do you mean?” she flirted, giving my rapidly erecting cock a squeeze and rubbing her thumb over the swelling end, which was all it needed to jump up to full stretch.

Lori began nibbling my lips, my tongue, my ears, while simultaneously sliding her hand up and down my cock. My hands were busy with their own exploration of this beautiful young temptress’s nubile body, pinching her nipples, lightly squeezing and moulding her large, jutting breasts, feeling-up her taut, springy buttocks and tight, puckered anus, and lightly rubbing her pussy lips and hooded clitoris.

At last she pulled away from me to lie on her back, invitation in her eyes, and I accepted, leaning over her to kiss her full lips while I groped and plundered her pussy.

“Come here, husband-to-be, and show me how you make babies!” she invited me in a throaty stage-whisper, and once again, I hovered over her while she manoeuvred my cock into position. Once she signalled she was ready, I pushed myself into her tight pussy in one long, slow glide, watching. My cock felt more engorged than ever before, perhaps because I was so turned-on, and I began the old, old rhythm, with Lori meeting me thrust for thrust, lifting her pelvis off the bed to meet each thrust.

I was savouring the whole experience, the sight of her stunning breasts quivering with each thrust, her the feel of her hands rubbing and clenching my back, the sheen of sweat on her forehead and between her breasts, the sight of her biting her lip as her orgasms fluttered through her, when she suddenly stopped thrusting back at me and clamped her vaginal constrictor muscles around my cock, stopping me dead in my tracks.

“Whoa, there, Tex, this ain’t no rodeo, slow down, I have a surprise for you” she said, smiling mischievously at me. With that she released the pressure on my cock, causing me to slip out of her, and raised her pelvis off the bed.

She took hold of my cock, and, with her midsection raised off the bed, guided my cock to her pink puckered bum hole.

“Now, Davey” she urged me, and I didn’t need any further encouragement, as I speared my cock into her tight hole, causing her to groan, and gasp out “OH MY GOD!”

As I continued to plow into her backside, she began threshing and bucking, alternating between gasping “Oh yes, Oh YES!” with “fuck me Davey, harder, HARDER, oh my God, this is so fucking good!” I loved fucking her backside this way, I had all the benefits of her tightness, plus I could bite and lick her nipples, kiss her lips and neck, and watch her eyes as she orgasmed. Lori spread her legs wide, lifting them with her hands behind her knees, enabling me to penetrate her even deeper.

Alas, I am just a weak and feeble human being, and there’s only so much a man can take. I had been holding back while orgasm after orgasm chased through her, now she reached under and grabbed my scrotum, squeezing just enough to dissolve my self control, and again I blasted my spunk into her tight, hot anal tube. Her rapidly contracting and rippling anal canal milked every drop of spunk from my cock while she let out a scream they must have heard in Portland, before collapsing under me with her hands fluttering up and down my back. I watched as her orgasmic aftershocks rippled and died away, her breathing eventually slowing and becoming even again. At last her eyes fluttered open as she smiled at me.

“Now I don’t know how those country girls do it in England, but THAT is a good old-fashioned Iowa Ass-Fuck!” she giggled.

I could only nod in approval, but once I got my strength back, I was going to applaud. Then I was going to do it again…

I slumped down, for the moment, completely sated.

“NOW may I have some breakfast, you wicked woman?” I teased her, “so far you’ve had all the protein today, unfortunately most of it has been injected up inside your backside. I am really feeling the need to feed, so how about helping me get some sustenance, you scandalous little trollop?”

Lori grinned back “Why Doctor D, I thought you enjoyed fucking naughty little trollops in the ass, I know you certainly gave me an ass-full this morning! How about we make a deal; I make you breakfast, and, when the inner man is satisfied, we play dress-up so you can jungle-fuck me in whichever hole you get to first. Whoever passes out first buys dinner, OK?”

“Sounds good to me,” I replied, at which she sat up and swung around to get off the bed. Even the way she did that made my cock twitch; the sight of her exquisitely sculpted pneumatic buttocks moulding themselves as she sat was almost more than mortal man could bear, and I had to revert to more mental gymnastics to prevent another erection; at this precise moment, I was in no condition for another strenuous fuck with this gorgeous girl! She slipped on one of my shirts and padded from the room to go off and make breakfast, while I staggered into the shower to try and re-energise for what was to follow after breakfast.

All freshened-up and wearing only clean CK trunks I followed the scent of bacon crisping and warm pancakes to the breakfast kitchen and Lori.

“You know what a man likes for breakfast, don’t you, Darling Girl” I commented, sliding my arms around her and giving her boobs a quick rub.

Lori flashed me a quick grin and a blown kiss. “I also know what goes well with breakfast,” she retorted, turning to the breakfast table and leaning on it, sticking out her rump and arching her back, causing her shirt to slide up to flash her awesome backside at me, reminding me that she had plans for later. I decided I had better fortify myself while I had the chance; it looked like I was in for a long morning!

We sat and chatted over breakfast like any ordinary couple, lingering over coffee while the morning brightened up. It was a summer morning as they can only manage in Maine, and I found myself wishing I had come back more often. Still, I was here now, and I was going to make the most of it. Lori helped me clear up after we had finished, with just the occasional playful tweak of my crotch and flash of her nakedness under the shirt, and I made a fresh pot of coffee.

We took our coffees into the sitting room, and lounged around for a while, Lori sitting cross-legged on the sofa, with me posted on the old rocker recliner chair. I found myself staring at the juncture of Lori’s legs, barely covered by my shirt, which was much too big for her — it was a bespoke shirt, cut to fit me, and I was surprised she had room for her gorgeous tits in there, although she had wisely refrained from buttoning it up; the buttons would probably have popped across the room if she taken a deep breath…Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.