TABOO TALES(erotica)

The end, when it came, was in a series of waves that rolled through her, making her whole body quiver and shudder with the intensity of her release, her head thrown back and her eyes half closed as she rode it out, breath coming in shallow gasps as her face flushed and her grip on the back of my head tightened, then relaxed as the waves died away.

“Thank you, Darling Boy!” she said when her breath and senses returned, smiling shyly at me.

“Are you sure you still want to keep me, even after what I told you, what I planned to do you?”

I held her face between my hands, looking her directly in those glorious violet eyes.

“Baby-Girl, I promise faithfully I will always want you, and whatever you thought you were doing, it was what I wanted, even if I didn’t know it at the time; all that matters to me is that you and I are together, and we’re always going to be together.”

I dug back into our childhood, to our old promise that was sacred, impossible to break.

“I swear on Mummy-Bum!”

Lori pealed with laughter, remembering the times we had used that when we were young, usually when she’d broken something, then she would get me to make the oath not to tell mother that it was her, and I had never broken it, nor had she; now she fully believed I was sincere when I told her I loved and wanted her. And I was.

“Come here David, you darling, lovely man, I have something for you,” she whispered.

I, still so very stimulated by what had just passed, moved in close to her, holding her close as I pecked her lips, her nose, her adorable chin, between her eyes, fumbling with the last buttons on her shirt, to slide the shirt back, bringing her beauties fully into the open, gently sliding one arm under her so I could encircle her waist with my arms, and slowly moving my hands down to clasp her lovely bum, pulling her tight against me to share a long, slow kiss with my gorgeous American sister.

Eventually, Lori broke off our kiss, to kneel up on the bed, her hand moving to my crotch to fondle and stroke my burgeoning erection, pumping and squeezing the engorged flesh to stimulate me further, although the sight of my darling girl, kneeling next to me in the morning summer sun, wearing nothing but an open shirt, was playing hob with my libido anyway! She slid the shirt off, at last fully naked, her lovely breasts dancing slightly with her movement, stirring me even further

Now she started slowly sliding her thumb across the tip of my penis, spreading around the bead of lubricant seeping from me, gently catching the edge of her thumb in the slit, the delicious sensation causing shivers to radiate around my groin and causing my sphincter to clench in time to her movements.

She motioned for me to join her, so, folding my legs under me, I knelt-up to meet her, my tongue darting out to lick her lips and lick under her chin as she smiled and tilted her head up. I reached for her breasts, but she shook her head, smiling. “This is for you, Doctor Man”, before dipping her head down, to slide her lips over the shiny purple mushroom-head of my straining glans.

My breathing deepened and slowed as the sensations from my cock mounted up my spine, and my hands moved to her slowly bobbing head as she licked and curled her tongue around the head of my penis, sucking and teasing, sliding her tongue inside the slit in the glans, gradually increasing the suction and rubbing as my own arousal increased. Her hand continued that slow, pumping, squeezing motion, as her bobbing head slowed, but the suction increased, her cheeks hollowing with effort, and now, her free hand moved to cradle and gently, rhythmically, squeeze and release my scrotum, in time to the rubbing of her tongue over the head of my penis. My hips began to tremble and strain as I fought the urge to hold her head still and ram my cock into her delightfully warm and talented mouth.

At last I could take no more. My breathing rate had increased until I was almost gasping, hitching for breath as I tried to contain myself, to hold back, to keep this exquisite torture going for as long as possible, but Lori obviously felt the glans swell in her mouth, preparing to ejaculate, and, with a final rasp of her tongue across the swollen tip, pulled her head away, with me following her up to try and keep myself in her warm, wet mouth. This was what she wanted, and as she withdrew my cock from her mouth, she pumped once, twice three times, hard, in quick succession, and gave my scrotum a firm squeeze, finally tipping me over the edge. Spunk boiled out of my cock to spurt across her beautiful mouth and neck in long splashes, my over-stimulated senses releasing me from all restraint. She continued squeezing and pumping my cock, as more semen shot out and splattered on her fabulous breasts, to run down in slow oily-looking rivulets and drip in slow-motion tatters from her erect nipples.

Finally dried out, I slumped back down on my haunches, hands behind me on the bed to support me, waiting for my hammering heart to slow, while Lori smiled sweetly, enigmatically as she picked up her shirt (my shirt!), wiping the drips of semen from her face and chin, her breasts, and her thighs and knees, finally wiping the last drops of seminal fluid off the end of my oozing penis, and giving me a quick wash with her tongue for good measure!

Finally catching my breath, I grinned at her.

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“Sunday School!” she grinned back.

“Really, though, how the hell did you learn to do that, Baby-Girl?” I asked her curiously, and not at all pruriently. I wasn’t interested in hearing past gory details, neither was I concerned in the slightest, that was in the past, dead and gone, but I was fascinated to know how my darling girl had learned to do such amazing things to me.

She looked at me with her lovely eyes sparkling with sly good humour.

“David Denham, I will say nothing further except to tell you that it’s safe for you to assume that I did not spend my teenage years bandaging cuddly bunnies in the forest and singing the ‘Hi-Ho’ song with friendly dwarves! Just be thankful I don’t do this for a living!”

I roared with laughter. Her vulgar, rude comment had just made my day, and I pulled her close to me for a thank you kiss and a quick fondle. God, she was wonderful!

“Later,” I began, “when I get my strength back, remind me to monkey-fuck you, I think you deserve that, you tarty little trollop!”

While I lay back recovering, something occurred to me, something I’d meant to ask her earlier, and I braced her about it.

“Darling Girl, one last question; why, when you have a closet full of clothes over there, as many bathrobes as you can eat, and a credit card with no sharp edges, do you keep wearing my shirts before I can get to them?”

Lori smiled slowly, guiltily at me.

“Darling Boy, I wear them because they smell like you. It’s weird, I know, but I have to keep smelling you!”

I cocked an eyebrow at her.

“Baby Girl, they’ve all been washed, fabric-conditioned, thrashed, concussed, pressed, folded and shoved in a flight bag, all they smell of is that ‘lavender freshness’ they advertise so much on TV; besides, all I ever smell of is Hibiscrub, Lifebuoy or Head & Shoulders, so how can you possibly tell what I smell like?”

She shook her head, bottom lip stuck out stubbornly.

“You’re wrong, Doctor David ‘Smarty-Arty’ Denham, they all smell exactly like you. I could find you in a cellar on a dark night with my eyes closed, just by your smell. If I thought I could get away with it, I’d sleep every night in one of your shirts; the smell of you is driving me wild!”

I grinned at her expression.

“Please don’t do that Baby Girl, they’re from Asser and Turnbull in Mayfair, if only you knew who I had to sleep with to get them. Unbelievably hot as you undoubtedly look dressed in my shirts, I still have fuck-all clothes here, and I’m rapidly running out of clean shirts, so please, pick one to sleep in, just let me have some of my clothes to myself!”

Something I had once read in a medical journal surfaced; something about women and enhanced olfactory stimulus and response under certain conditions, and I thought ‘Oh-Ho, verrry interesting, could it be? Already?’

Lori pouted even harder, looking even more adorable.

“Davey, I love sleeping in your shirts, I love smelling you all night long, I love being wrapped in your smell, so, no, I’m going to keep wearing them, all of them, so get used to it! If you want more shirts, let’s go buy some with that unlimited credit card of yours, but I warn you, I’m gonna wear them as well!”

Grinning to myself, hope and expectation flaring in me, I gave in. How do you argue with the most beautiful girl in the world?

After a shower together, where, by mutual consent we kept our hands to ourselves, we got dressed and once more made our way into town, to collect Lori’s passport, do some shopping, and generally mooch around, seeing what diversions Boston had to offer.

When we arrived back at the Consulate, we were ushered into Richard’s office, where, to Lori’s surprise and delight, Aunt Sophie was sitting with him, drinking a cup of tea and looking cool, elegant, and stylish.

Richard shook my hand, roguishly giving and accepting a hug and kiss from Lori, and Aunt Sophie also stood, to graciously give me her hand and a small peck on the cheek, a murmured “David, darling”, and a full hug for her new ‘daughter’.

“Business first old son” said Richard. “I have here the letter and Loretta’s passport, and a few caveats, as is normal under these circumstances. Upon entering the UK, if not before, Loretta has undertaken to marry you, in any legally recognised and constituted form, within 3 months, or the visa will be revoked and she must return home. She will be allowed to work, as I have stated in my letter, under the usual constraints applied to a United States citizen residing in Great Britain, until such time as the marriage has been solemnised and registered, at which time all such constraints shall dissipate. Furthermore, should you be blessed with children before the statutory residence period required to qualify for citizenship has been reached, said children will be citizens of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, her Colonies and Overseas Dependant Territories, as well as automatically acquiring full citizenship and rights of residence in all member states of the European Union. I have asked that a confirmation letter be issued by the Home Office in London, and copied to the UK Borders Agency, so there should be no difficulties when you arrive. Do you understand the obligations and requirements you have undertaken to comply with as the conditions for accepting this visa for the purpose of entering the United Kingdom in order to contract lawful marriage and abide in that estate?”

Lori nodded silently, eyes wide.