TABOO TALES(erotica)

We collapsed to the floor, me on my knees, Lori resting on me, half on me and half on the floor, her beautiful lips in easy reach, so I took advantage of it and kissed her passionately.

“David, before we go any further, I need to tell you something”, she whispered, looking apprehensive. I cocked an eyebrow in enquiry, so she continued.

“Do you remember when you first came inside me, when you asked me if I had protection?”

“Yes, what of it?” I replied, puzzled as to where this was going.

“I… I wasn’t, well, not exactly, being completely honest with you…” she murmured, her eyes downcast.

“Carry on,” I encouraged her when she went silent, roaming my hands over her slick, wet body, comforting her and maintaining contact.

“I did have protection, but I stopped it before you arrived; I wanted you, and if you couldn’t or wouldn’t be with me, I thought perhaps you could give me your baby…” she trailed off, tears starting to gather in her eyes.

“So we’ve been banging away with no protection” I commented, and she hung her head, the picture of misery.

“I didn’t try to trap you, Davey; I wasn’t even going to tell you if I caught, I just wanted to have your baby, a little piece of you to have when you went away again! Tell me you’re not angry, Davey, say something, anything, please, but don’t tell me to go, please!”

I was a little shocked, but mainly concerned for her, and, once again amazed at how much this girl cared for me. I pulled her chin up to look into her glorious eyes, seeing the misery waiting to burst forth.

“Lori Keene, if you had kept my baby from me, then that would have been the worst hurt you could do me. And I’m not angry, how could I be? I love you, and I want to make babies with you, not next year, or the year after, but now, OK? The first time we made love, I fantasised about making you pregnant with my baby, and the thought of making babies with you makes me very hot! Now that we’ve made love again, there’s only one thing I want to say to you.”

I pulled her close to me, into full skin-on-skin contact.

“Happy baby-day, Mrs. Denham!” I whispered back in her ear, and she grinned happily, at the designation, and at my acceptance. Her beautiful sapphire eyes darkened to their most violet shade as I kissed her with all the love and passion I could muster. We broke our kiss, and now I wanted to lighten the mood.

“For a minute there, I thought you were going to confess your secret life as a Fetish-hooker!”

“Oh THAT,” she grinned; “how do you think I was saving up to pay for college?”

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We caught a cab to the home of Uncle Richard and Aunt Sophie, a very nice brownstone in a gated community. We gave the security guard our ID, and he called ahead to alert them that we had arrived, then waved us through as the gates opened.

‘Uncle’ Richard greeted us at the door, shaking my hand and bowing over Lori’s before placing her arm in his and walking us through to the garden, where his wife, my aunt Sophie was waiting, looking very aristocratic and a little stern, but not forbidding, not like some of the miserable, ghastly old bloaters I was related to; even so, definitely not someone to take liberties with!

She also looked incredibly like Mother. Good old dad, he certainly knew his type!

Sophie greeted us, and invited us to sit in the garden for a while, as it was such a lovely evening. Richard commented on how lovely the roses smelt, trying to engage me in conversation about gardening. As I neither know nor care about gardening, he soon gave up, but Lori listened closely while he talked about his roses, and found herself being escorted away for a tour of his prized rosebushes.

Sophie took the opportunity to talk about us and our plans.

“Richard was most excited to be asked to give away the bride, you know. He came home absolutely bursting with pride, as it’s the first time he’s ever been asked. He’s really getting into the role, so much so that he’s even been pestering the Head of Protocol at the embassy to dig-up for him anything on the role and responsibilities, to make sure he gets it exactly right. You’ve made a bit of a rod for your own backs there, I’m afraid!” she smiled, suddenly looking so much like mother as I had last seen her that I felt a catch in the back of my throat.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“But, David, I have to say, I was really most astonished when I saw you come in; it gave me quite a shock to see you, I could have sworn you were your dear father, the resemblance is really quite astonishing — you even have the same little worry-line between your eyebrows. David was such a sweet boy and so very charming. I knew he was in love with me at Cambridge, but I only ever liked him as a friend; I only had eyes for Richard. He and David were inseparable, they were a terribly bad influence on me, and a lot of other young ladies, I’m afraid! I was absolutely distraught when we heard of his passing, at such an awfully young age, and now I hear your dear mother has passed away as well, you poor dear. I never met her; all I knew was that she was from Devon. The last time we saw dear David was at our wedding, Richard was posted to Singapore soon after, and I’m afraid we’ve been following the despatch box around the world ever since.

Richard and Lori came walking back to the patio then, Lori with her arm through his, he talking animatedly about his garden, Lori smiling and chatting with him like old friends.

“I was just telling David how proud you were to be asked, dear!” said Sophie.

“And deeply flattered, as well, this is an extraordinary young lady, young David,” replied Richard, “I am really most deeply honoured to be able to participate in your nuptials!”

Lori’s eyes were sparkling with unshed tears of happiness, a fact Sophie noticed.

“Now you’ve made this poor girl cry, really, Richard, I do despair of you sometimes! Come with me, Loretta, let’s go and fix your face! You two talk about football, or cars, or dogs, or whatever, we’ll be back shortly!”

Richard looked wryly after them.

“You do know you’ve just handed your fiancee over to a Lady Who Organises, don’t you? Your wedding is now officially out of your hands, henceforth it’s probably best if you just keep low and try and not attract attention. Your aunt tends to become very… focussed; if I were you, I would keep down, keep quiet, and try and stay out of her line of fire!”

Dinner was at 7p. m., sharp, and it was a very relaxed, happy affair. Richard and Sophie were completely smitten with Lori, and couldn’t wait to see us married.

“It’s a little selfish, I confess” smiled Sophie “but I have no daughters, just two sons who are so busy being bankers they have given no thought to my need for grandchildren. All I ever wanted was a daughter, or failing that, a grand-daughter, so I could sit on the bride’s side and weep when she walked down the aisle; instead I have two hulking sons who are wedded to their money markets, their Aston-Martins, and a string of hard-faced Eastern European bottle-blonde gold-diggers whose names I cannot pronounce, and don’t even bother to remember, they change so often. At last, my moment to shine has come!”

She twinkled at me.

“Dear Loretta has no parents, and as she obviously needs a mother’s assistance at this time, I shall be happy to provide that. Richard and I will stand proxy for her dear parents, and I will watch my daughter-by-proxy walk down the aisle, Richard shall give her away, beaming for all the world as though he were the proud father and glaring daggers at you for taking her away from him, and I shall weep proudly, ostentatiously so, with the very best of them — it’s such a believable fantasy for me, look at this lovely girl, she even looks like me!”

I picked up my wine glass, and toasted her.

“To Aunt Sophie, and all the other Ladies Who Organise!”

Sophie blushed, and Richard chuckled.

“Best thing now is to just sit back and enjoy the ride, my dear boy; your aunt can be very persuasive when she sets her mind to it!”

No awkward questions were asked about how we had met, and we rather carefully avoided leaving any openings to allow the questions to be asked.

I was still chuckling over some of Richard’s stories when we got back to the suite. Lori stood at the window with me, looking down at the lights of Boston. I was in heaven, the warm night breeze ruffling my hair, and my girl, my sister, my future wife, in my arms, in love with me and ready to be mine forever.

Eventually she nuzzled my ear.

“Do you plan on standing here all night? If you are, I’m going to bed!” she whispered, before trailing her fingers across my crotch, letting me know what she preferred to do. I took the hint, and pausing only to kiss her soundly, led her back to our massive bed. She was wearing a light summer dress, an exciting black and white print pattern swirling over it, suiting her complexion perfectly. I reached around the back and unhooked the zip, pulling it down as I kissed her, feeling her grin against my lips, her hands fumbling with the waistband of my linen slacks.

Her dress fell away, revealing her sensible (for her!) panties, a little white frilly confection, pretty and sexy, without being too revealing. She stepped out of the puddle of her dress, and tugged my shirt over my head, not bothering with the buttons, then tugged my slacks and shorts down, fondling and squeezing my already hardened cock as I jiggled and bounced her firm, panty-covered bum cheeks, cupping and releasing them so I could enjoy the feel them spring back, in that wonderfully firm way they had.

“Are you going to take them off, or are you just going to bite through them?” she enquired. For answer, I slid my hands down the back of her panties and squeezed her buttocks, flicking my fingertips over her anus, letting her know that I hadn’t forgotten where it was, and that my attention would shortly be riveted on it, if that was what she wanted.

“You are so predictable!” she grinned, wriggling lewdly against me, her panty-covered crotch rubbing against my cock, making us both shiver, and reaching out to pump my cock in a meaningful up-down motion that was definitely getting my attention!

My lips found hers and she kissed me back, lightly and teasingly, before suddenly stopping me with a hand on my chest, looking at me with her luminous violet eyes, concern and a little apprehension in them.

“What is it, kitten?” I asked, concerned.

“Do you remember what I said earlier, about babies?” she asked, haltingly.

“I do, sweetheart, what about it?”

“David, I meant it, I love you so much, I want to make a baby with you, I want to do that so badly!”

“Is that all? Kitten, all I want to do is make babies with you, I told you, I want to get you pregnant, and watch your belly grow, and listen to our baby grow inside you, and I wanted to do that from the moment we first made love. I love you.”

“So if I stay off the pill, it’s OK with you, Davey? Really?

“When we get home, I’ll throw them down the toilet myself!” I grinned at her, “And now, Miss Keene, we have a baby to make!”