TABOO TALES(erotica)

I burst out in laughter. “Yes, I knew what you meant.”

“Well, go on, then!” She wiggled around anxiously.

“You really want me to?” I whispered.

She bit her lip and nodded. “That’s rule number two.”

I chuckled. “As you wish, m’lady.”

I leaned down to kiss her pink nipples, making her whimper. Her areola felt tremendous against the tip of my tongue. I planted my lips all over her chest and breasts, feeling her increasingly frantic breathing. Then, her hands nudged me downwards, and my lips made their way to her stomach. I sucked gently on her belly and pelvis before passing over her vulva. I ignored it for the moment and instead teased her thighs, making her shiver and moan in desperation. When I arrived at her feet, I rubbed my lips against her ankles and licked her soles. I watched her nubile cunt contract as I slowly sucked on each toe. Finally, I made the long journey back to her leaking slit.

By then, I was as desperate to taste her as she was to feel my tongue inside her. Without any more hesitation, I dove in and lapped up her juices, flailing my tongue around her clit and outer lips. She moaned in approval and gripped my hair, directing me to her most sensitive spots.

Her first orgasm burst through with an intensity I hadn’t felt before. She could have pulled the hair clean off my head, and her nails left visible marks on the back of my hand. I even felt her toes scratching my back as the convulsions overtook her body.

“Oh, Ben! Don’t stop! I love the way that feels! Oh, my god! Fuuuuck!” she exclaimed loudly.

I emerged from between her thighs with her cum coating my lips and chin. “Wow.” I sighed in admiration. “I’ve never seen someone cum like that. You taste so good, L.”

She laughed out loud. “That was the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt.”

I fell on top of her and caressed her cheek, admiring the aftermath of her climax. Her hair was damp, her face flushed, and her eyes half shut in a haze of satisfaction. I could feel her heart thumping against me. She gave me a deep and appreciative kiss.

“Do it again. Please,” she begged, clawing softly at my chest.

I chuckled. “Yes, ma’am. Anything for you.”

It only took a few rapid flicks of her clit and a finger against her g-spot to make her explode in ecstasy once more. This time, she spilled her fluids onto the wooden floor through a stream that flowed gracefully against her blushing labia.

“Fuck! Is that pee?” she asked innocently.

“Mm, maybe.” I was quite aroused at the idea of her orgasming so hard that she lost control of her bladder. Either way, I lapped up her juices indiscriminately. Her taste was irresistible.

I was ready to blow by the time the cunnilingus came to an end. Laura’s sheer beauty and blissful cries had brought me to the edge even though nothing had touched my genitals. A string of precum dangled from my slit and dripped onto her labia as we assumed the missionary position.

“Fuck, Laura. I need to be inside you so bad. I can’t hold it in anymore.” I thrusted forward, letting my shaft slide along her abdomen. At full tilt, with my balls tickling her clit, it ended just past her belly button.

She stared at my shaft with her mouth half open. I could see her tongue peeking out from between her lips in a subconscious attempt to lick what she saw.

“Is that going to fit in me?” she asked timidly.

I smirked at her innocence. “Of course, it will. We’re perfect together.”

Noticing her fingers wiggling curiously, I spoke up. “You… wanna feel it?”

She nodded shyly. I took her hand and brought it to my shaft. She grasped my member gently between her fingers, brushing her thumb along the head and admiring the precum clinging to her fingertip.

“Can I taste it?” She bit her lip and blushed, embarrassed at confessing her perverted desires.

“Heh, sure,” I responded casually, as if I weren’t elated to feel her beautiful lips wrapped around my dripping cock.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

I crawled forward until I had her head between my knees. Then, I placed my hands around her face and gently inched her into position. I let her take the initiative, waiting patiently as she grasped my shaft once again and brushed her lips against my glans. She kissed it gingerly at first, before putting more into her mouth. Eventually, she dared to engulf my whole tip, gliding it in and out and coating it in saliva. She made subtle but audible sucking noises, which were music to my ears.

I threw my head back and let out an unappealing moan that would have scared away most of the girls on Tinder. But here, there was no one to impress, and I didn’t need to put up a facade. The pleasure was real and beyond anything I had felt before. With this act of incest, I was diving into unknown territory, and with it came natural and uncontrollable urges that I couldn’t suppress. So, out came the guttural groans and high-pitched whimpers that leaked out of my mouth as the precum oozed from my penis.

“Careful,” I sighed. “I’m about to explode as it is.”

That only seemed to encourage her more, as she began bobbing her head faster.

“Unnnhfff! Okay, okay! That’s enough.” I gently removed myself from her and caressed her hair appreciatively. “Good?”

She licked her lips and nodded happily.

At last, I would get what I had been so desperate for ever since my arrival. I resumed the position I was in before Laura inquired about my girth. I teased my glans through her labia. She released a shaky breath and used her eyes to tell me exactly what she wanted, and I obliged.

She drew in a sharp gasp, threw her head back, and gripped my waist tightly as my seven-inch shaft slid through her engorged lips. She was tight and contracting rapidly, but her warm fluids welcomed me in with ease. A wonderous sensation pulsed through my erection and radiated around my pelvis and thighs. The pleasure drove me into a frenzy, and I let out a series of frantic moans as my balls erupted after no more than three or four thrusts. My entire body convulsed uncontrollably as I released my love into Laura. I was overcome with a bliss I had never experienced before. For once, I wasn’t ejaculating onto the back of some faceless date. There was an indescribable ecstasy in impregnating someone I loved so much. The perverse nature of what we were doing wasn’t lost on me, either. The thought of cumming inside my own cousin on the very spot where our family gathered only added to the gratification.

I collapsed onto Laura and kissed her tenderly. I ran my tongue up the length of her neck and professed my love into her ears.

“I love you, too,” she whispered.

Satisfied at last, I removed myself from her and rolled onto my back. She reached over and wrapped herself around me. I held her head against my beating chest as our legs intertwined and our feet rubbed together.

“I thought it would last longer than that,” she noted.

“It usually does,” I admitted. I covered my face with my palms. “Fuck, Laura. What are you doing to me?”

She giggled. “Are you complaining?”

I shook my head emphatically and hugged her even tighter. “Never. That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“I doubt that,” she responded. But I could tell that she was being bashful and secretly enjoyed the compliment. She kissed my chest. “I’m glad you took my virginity.”

The idea of Laura giving such an intimate part of herself to me sent a wave of arousal crashing through my chest. No girl had ever said that to me. I must have taken a few virginities in my prolific escapades, but they would never explicitly acknowledge it, and I didn’t care enough to ask. Laura was so much more special than any girl I had been with, though, and I didn’t realize how much it mattered to me until she said those words. I kissed her passionately to express that I was equally elated to have taken her virginity.

We lay in silence for a while, listening to each other breathe and brushing our fingertips along each other’s skin.

Finally, Laura spoke up. “What does this one mean?” She rubbed her finger over a tattoo on my chest. It was a tank being driven by a man with a large nose and puffy hair. In other words, a clown.

“It means I was fucking dumb as a teenager.”

She snickered loudly.

“What about this one? The heart.” She brushed her finger along my bicep, over a tattoo of a heart with an arrow through it, wrapped by a banner.

“The words have been wiped out.” She noted the fading portion on the banner.

After a moment of silence racked with guilt and melancholy, I answered her. “It used to have mom’s name on it.”

“But the heart’s still there,” she pressed.

I looked at her endearingly. “It’s for you.”