Unspoken Pleasure

We moved together in measured strokes. Synchronized. Our bodies reacted to each other in perfect time. Almost leisurely. I never wanted it to end. I needed to cum so bad. Again, I tried to increase my pace, adding a little aggressive pump -- punctuating the end of each stroke.

"You getting close?" Tara asked, investigating my face.

For a moment, I was back in bed with Kate. With my wife. Are you close was code for it's time to pull out now. I flinched, waiting for Tara to tell me the same thing.

"Yeah," I said, so selfishly reluctant to slip away. It went beyond my basic desire to finish what I'd started. More like a biological imperative. I can't explain it except to say that cumming anywhere but inside Tara would be harder than walking myself into a room of spinning razors.

I waited, cringing for the inevitable refusal of my most basic need. But instead, the adorable redhead just smiled and nodded.

"It's OK," Tara said. Relief washed over me like my first gasp of air after holding my breath for hours. "Inside is OK."

I worked us both back into a frenzy. Tara reached around and grabbed my butt. Arched her back to push her tits forward. I was too enraptured in my own enjoyment to take one into my mouth.

My little cheerleader returned. "That's it, Andy. Do it. Fuck your wife's little sister. Fill me up. Oh, I love this. I'm fucking my sister's husband. I want it. What she won't give you. I know she doesn't let you. Come on. Cum inside. Please."

The abandon of that moment grabbed hold of me. The ardor of Tara's cries, her pleading for my seed, it was like being set free. I savored every stroke. Tried to make myself record every glorious moment.

Finally, I felt the spark of sensation that warned an explosion was imminent. I drove into Tara with abandon. She whined and shuddered. Her hands shot to my hips. Legs wrapped around my waist. Held me close. "Oh yes!" Tara cried.

I shouted out as my first stream of cum shot right into her cervix. I shouted again with my next eruption. My vocalizations matched the intensity of my ejaculations. I'd never felt anything like this. The sense of satisfaction, the way it amplified my pleasure, it was more than I'd anticipated.

Tara giggled as my warmth filled her, her vagina squeezed around my dick like trying to slurp up every drop of my essence. She kissed my lips. Ran her fingers through my hair.

"There you go," she said, "That's a good boy. Give it to me. All of it. Fuck, that feels so good."

My groans fell back into grunts, till my sounds rounded down to nothing. My cock slowly softened inside Tara. A bit of our shared juices dripped out, warm, over my balls.

Tara scooched up and I slipped out of her entirely. Both of us were gross with sweat. Her hair was wild, sticking up on one side, drooping over her eye on the other. She gave me a satisfied smirk.

"I need a tissue," she said. I looked around, but the only cloth I could find nearby was my boxers, so I handed them to her. She bunched them at her opening, wiping her sloppy pussy.

I sat back and stared, still catching my breath. Everything felt over-hot. My dick dribbled idly onto the cushions. Rationality slowly returned. A succession of emotions cascaded over me, too much for me to parse all at once.

Tara read it right on my face. "Don't, OK? Don't make me feel bad for this."

"No," I said quickly, "Of course not."

"If you feel guilty it means we did something wrong and I won't let you do that," Tara said, "Maybe the rules don't apply here, or they do but it doesn't matter. I don't care anymore. Just this once I had to have you."

I nodded my head in agreement. Just this once. For a moment, I thought back to my earlier conversation with Kate. Before the party she'd made me promise to take care of her sister. I doubted that this was what my wife had in mind. "That was nice," Tara said, sopping up her soaking pussy with my underwear. "My sister's super lucky. Though I bet she doesn't know it."

"It was amazing," I said, "I don't know what Jesse's problem is."

Tara wiped at herself again. "Jeez, you put a lot in me," she said.

I dug around the couch for the rest of my clothes, but all I brushed was bare bodies and rough carpet. The only piece of my outfit I could find, my boxers, were now in my sister-in-law's hand, saturated with semen and grool. Resigned, I stood up naked. Tara did the same. Again, she leaned over and kissed me. But it was back to the usual, chaste expression of sisterly affection.

There was no doubt, whatever we'd shared was over. It would be this one moment, a drunken dalliance. Like we'd met in a dream one time; that wasn't wrong. Just an uncontrollable action that had no impact on the real world.

My remorse shifted to relief. It was sad that what we had would never be recaptured. But it was a comfort knowing that we never could.

Tara took my hand and led me out of the living room. We walked up the stairs. The hallway was totally dark now. Completely quiet. We'd reached the end. Tara let go of me.

"Come with me," I said, "There's plenty of room in that bedroom for all of us."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Tara said. "You on your own, I don't think Kate will notice it. Us, together? We smell like sex, Andy. We stink of each other."Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

"I marked you," I said, unable to let go of it in the moment.

"Yes," Tara said, that simple syllable saying so much at once.

"I don't want you out somewhere where you're not safe," I said.

"You mean fucking some other guy," Tara said, and I could hear the judgement in her voice.

"No," I said far too final. "Dammit Tara, I wasn't kidding before. I care about you."

"I know," Tara said, "But you love my sister."

I couldn't deny that.

"Have you ever thought that, maybe, Kate isn't the one for you? I mean, yes, she's probably the sweetest person on the planet. But maybe... I mean too much sugar can be a bad thing, too, right?" I heard the whine in Tara's voice. The pent-up need of unwanted emotion burbling forth.

"Tara, I can't."