TABOO TALES(erotica)

I collapsed on top of her, the pair of us too fucked-out to do more than nibble-kiss each other as the ripples died away. Eventually I recovered enough to roll off this perfect creature, making her moan in satisfaction. Her stockings were in tatters, so I slid off her platforms and pulled off her stockings, undid her velvet choker, and rolled her into my arms. I kissed her on her nose, and she made a little whickering sound before snuggling down into my arm, completely worn out.

I was satisfied, but I suppose I had more stamina, as I wasn’t tired, just basking in the afterglow, so I let her sleep while I thought about how we would live our lives together, and where we should do it.

After about 2 hours Lori woke, to see me freshly showered, shaved, and smelling attractively spicy (or so the aftershave claimed; I thought it smelled like mouthwash).

“What happened, Davey?” she asked in a slightly disoriented way.

“I put your ass to sleep, you little sexpot you, so now… you… owe… me … dinner!” I sing-song’d at her.

Lori turned on her stomach, pulling a pillow under her midriff to raise her lovely bum in the air, and opened her legs wide.

“There you are, pervert-boy, diner’s open, come and get it while it’s hot!” she leered, looking hot as all fuck!

“Oh no, you don’t get out of it that easily, sister of mine!” I admonished, “You lost a bet, so I want a lobster dinner, compete with all the trimmings, at the very least. But, I think I will have your pie for dessert!”

Lori grinned at that, her splayed open thighs and sticky, spunky anus making a very tempting sight.

“Are all English boys as corrupt and perverted as you, or did I just get lucky?” she asked in a voice dripping with salacious curiosity.

I grinned back, still enthralled by the deliciously panoramic view in front of me.

“Seems I was the lucky one, to catch an angel like you, complete with a mind like a dredger bucket!”

Lori rolled onto her back, laughing, and once again I marvelled at how her perfect breasts seemed to be unaffected by gravity, her coral pink nipples pointing proudly at the ceiling. Lori caught the direction of my look and said “You’re a doctor, you should know the name of this condition”, flicking her nipples idly, “It’s called Biggus Titticus Maximus, only affects girls with minds like mine.”

I struggled to keep a straight face, but couldn’t help myself; she looked so adorable with that look of mock solemnity on her face.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

“Get dressed, you evil trollop, we have plans to make, and shopping to do, and don’t worry, dinner’s on me — unless you would rather I ate it off you, I understand that’s quite popular in Japan…”

“Get lost, you deviant” she retorted. She grinned impishly at me, then knelt up on the bed with an angelic expression on her face, pressing her hands together as though she was praying, intoning “Dear God, please protect me from this awful pervert, he keeps sticking his big pee-pee in my wee-wee and my pooper- hole, I’m afraid if he stays around too long, he might try and have sex with me… Amen.”

I grinned at this.

“You’re a very bad girl, wife of mine, remind me later to jam something into you, but for now, please, get your panties and put some clothes on, something decent, for goodness’ sake, there are oldies around, I’d like to have lunch somewhere where we don’t get asked to leave.”

“Wife” said Lori, musingly, “I like the sound of that, sounds better than ‘sister’, remind me to hold you to it… Oh, OK, I’ll let you buy me lunch, and dinner, if you feel you can stretch that far, Captain Moneybags, but you still owe me a long, hard Jungle-Fuck, with extra gorilla-humping!”

“It will be my pleasure,” I retorted, “and if you want to talk about ‘stretching’, well, I think I managed that pretty well last night and this morning! Anyway, I’m not going to argue, I have a surprise for you, and you need to get dressed to see it, because it’s in town, so get a wriggle and a jiggle on, you naughty little strumpet!”

Lori stretched and yawned, looking for all the world like one of those big-breasted 1940’s Varga or Petty pin-up girls, with her jet-black hair piled up on her head, a couple of errant strands tumbling down to frame her beautiful face, and her large, perfect breasts jutting out, her tiny waist accentuating the jut of her breasts and the curve of her rump, at once sweet and wholesome, and yet also indescribably wanton and immensely fuckable. God, I wanted her, and the sight of her kneeling on the bed was doing things to me….

“Margaret Thatcher, Margaret Thatcher…” I mumbled to myself, struggling to prevent the picture in front of me from causing the inevitable arousal.

“What did you say, Davey?” she asked.

“Oh, nothing” I said, “just going over what I wanted to do this afternoon.”

“Does that include me?” she enquired with a grin, sliding gracefully off the bed and pressing her magnificent mammaries against me as she pecked me on the cheek , sliding her hands down and around to clench my buttocks, hard… Damn, MARGARET THATCHER, MARGARET THATCHER, MARGARET THATCHER…..

“Get dressed, darling, we have places to be and things to do, so get a move on” I chided her, my voice catching just a little. Lori responded by grabbing my crotch playfully and blowing me a kiss.

“But I still want to play” she breathed sexily, her mouth making an adorable pout.

(Oh Shit, MARGARET THATCHER, MARGARET THATCHER, MARGARET THATCHER…)

“Look Lori, the lions are roaring, I want something solid to eat! Besides, we can’t go into town smelling of sex, what would the neighbours say?”

Lori grinned back at me “Well, at least the smell of sex is a good natural perfume; after all, you must be giving off pheromones in clouds right now. And, while we’re on the subject of smells, why do you smell like you showered in mouthwash?”

I smacked her on her rump. “Get moving you, I told you, I have a surprise for you.”

Lori pulled me down to her and planted a hot, sexy kiss on my lips, and started to wriggle against me most fetchingly. It took all my will-power (or won’t-power) to gently disengage her and send her on her way with a gentle pinch in that adorable crease where the female Gluteus Maximus curves down to meet the top of the thigh.

20 minutes later, a freshly showered and made-up Lori reappeared, in a deceptively modest pair of black leggings, white shirt tied off to leave her midriff bare, just a hint of lacy bra showing at the neckline, and kitten heels. I looked closely at her leggings, as I now knew Lori was perfectly capable of wearing something that looked modest and demure indoors, but would probably become semi-transparent in full sunlight, to perfectly outline the lips of her pussy; what we in England call ‘mutterers’ – you can see the lips moving, but you can’t quite make out the words…

“Relax, Davey, there’s 11-year olds wearing this around town, and I’m wearing a thong!” she commented, cheekily pulling down the back of her leggings to show me the thong disappearing into the shadowed cleft between her lovely buttocks – Oh God, if I had had the time, I would have gone around with her again, and she knew it!

We drove into town, to a small Bistro famous for its lobster and oysters with Guinness, and had a very satisfying seafood lunch, then we walked hand-in-hand through town, ’til we came to my intended destination.

“Kane’s Jewellery?” queried Lori. I smiled at her and led her inside, and asked for Mrs. Kane, the proprietor.

“Doctor Denham” Mrs. Kane greeted me, “I have the selection you requested, and I take it this is the young lady?”

“Yes indeed Mrs. Kane” I replied. “Lori?”

Lori looked at me in slight puzzlement, understanding dawning as Mrs. Kane brought out a tray of diamond engagement rings.

“Darling, please pick out the ring you want, the sky’s the limit, so don’t be bashful!”

Lori again looked at me, and whispered “Why am I looking at these rings?”

“Because I can hardly marry you without getting engaged first, you silly arse” I grinned back at her, “I’m old-fashioned that way.”

Lori stood still, gazing at the tray of sparkling stones, transfixed by so much light and glitter, probably more wealth in one place than she had seen in her entire life, then pointed to a simple platinum band with a dense diamond cluster.

“I like that one” she whispered.

Mrs Kane looked at me enquiringly, then removed the ring from the tray, and passed it to Lori for her to hold up to the light and inspect.

“Is this the one you want, darling?” I asked her, she just nodded and squeezed my hand in hers.

“Thank you, Mrs. Kane, this is the one we want,” I said, and handed her my credit card. We waited while she went through the whole transaction business and brought my card back to me.

“Thank you Doctor Denham, your young lady has exceedingly good taste, if I may be so bold, almost 5-carats of flawless white diamonds, no inclusions, I guarantee; a real heirloom piece.”

“Lori has excellent taste,” I replied, “she comes from the very best of families!”

Lori squeezed my hand again, and smiled tremulously as I slipped the ring on her ring finger, kneeling down to ask her the time-honoured question.

“Lori, will you marry me?” The store went silent.

“Yes, I will marry you Davey” she replied, blushing prettily, and all the other customers and staff applauded.

“Davey, how much did that ring cost?” asked a wide-eyed Lori as we walked away.

“None of your business,” I replied, “I wanted to give you something that means forever, diamonds fit the bill, so you got diamonds. Just thank your lucky stars we don’t feel the same way about cow-pats!”

Once again she punched me on the arm, more of a playful dunt than a regular slap.

“Be serious, David, this is more than anyone has ever done for me, ever!”

“That’s because I love you” I replied simply, letting her see the truth in my eyes.

Lori looked at me with slightly blurry eyes.

“She called me your ‘young lady’; I was just wondering what she would have called me if she knew that three hours ago your ‘young lady’ was pumping your cock in and out of her ass!”