TABOO TALES(erotica)

I began to slowly pump in and out, building up a rhythm, squeezing her breasts in time with my thrusts. Nia moved one hand underneath her, found her clitoris, and began to rub and pet herself as we fucked, her breathing quickening as she approached her orgasm, her hand movements faster and more urgent, until, at last, she came with a loud gasping moan, her vaginal walls clenching around me as her orgasm rocketed through her; the sensation was too much for me, and with a matching groan, I sprayed her insides with my spunk, what felt like gallons of sperm roaring out of me and deep inside my beautiful Vietnamese princess. My cock convulsed and twitched as jet after jet of sperm shot into her, until I was heaving dry, my body emptied of my seed. Nia had slumped down on the pillows, her gorgeous little rump raised up to me, and I was treated to the incredibly erotic sight of my sperm oozing from her filled pussy as I withdrew, her little anus winking as the aftershocks of her orgasm whirled through her.

I slid up next to her and gently pulled her down against me, spooning her as I kissed and nibbled the back of her neck, her shoulder, and her earlobe, wrapping my arm around her and holding her tight against me. Nia reached behind herself to gently scratch the back of my neck and caress my face.

“Thank you Polar Bear, I love you,” she murmured. “I love you too, princess!” I whispered into her ear, poking the tip of my tongue in her ear and making her giggle.

Just then there was a knock on the door.

“Jamie, Nguye’t, breakfast ready, come and eat while it hot!” called mum.

Nia and I looked at each other, and burst out laughing; this situation was just too bizarre to take seriously!

We quickly dressed in t-shirts and shorts, a shower could wait until after breakfast, I could smell what mum had cooked, and you had to eat it hot, so no time to waste.

We charged downstairs, and yes! Mum had made Banh-Cuon, steamed rice-flour pork rolls and Pho, spicy beef soup, my two favourite things in the world to eat, in tragically short supply while I was at uni!

Once we’d taken the edge off, i. e. stopped gorging, mum sat down with us.

“Huyn’h Jamie, Nguye’t, your daddy leaving Birmingham at 5 o’clock, so he be home for 8 o’clock. I not want you be here until 10 o’clock, OK? I want to talk to daddy first, let him know and let him understand, so go out, go to cinema, go to pub or something else you find to do, but not come back until after 10 o’clock, OK? I will call you when I want you come home, and do not worry; you my children, my little boy and little girl, I make this OK for you, you doing the right thing for you, that is what matter!”

We nodded, mum obviously had this under control, and she just as obviously understood her husband, so we bowed to it; we’d find somewhere to be until then.

We lounged around the rest of the day, watching TV, killing time, trying not to pace like caged animals. Nia seemed content to huddle against me and be warm and soft, then she suddenly sat up and grinned at me.

“Jamie, I know where we’re going to spend the evening, I just have to go and make a call…!”

She dialled a number and wandered out of the room, and I heard her voice in the corridor, talking to someone. She hung up and came back in. “OK you, get your boots and socks on, we’re going out, get a move one on, come on!” she grinned. I asked her where we were going, and all she would say was “Quit wasting time and get dressed, it’s nearly 4, dad will be home in four hours or less!”

I grabbed some clothes out of the closet and tugged them on, Nia coming back into my room and shaking her head in despair. “No Jamie, you are not wearing that; you look like you dressed in the dark in a thrift shop. Those nice, tight black jeans of yours, not those horrible condemned things you’ve got on for a start, and a nice plain shirt you’re taking your girlfriend out, not dodging lectures to shoot pool!” I had to grin; I considered asking her what was so wrong with baggy cut-off jeans and yellow Aloha shirts with green and orange parrots on them, but instead grinned at what she’d said. “So you’re my girlfriend, yes?” I teased her, and she grinned back. “Damned straight I am, polar-boy, don’t you forget it either!”Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Mentally resigning myself to a future of being led around shops and having clothes bought for me, I wore what she handed me from my closet, fondly waving goodbye to my days of dressing like a slob because it was comfortable; so this was what it was like, being the male half of a couple…

As I was dressing I watched Nia dress in her usual leggings and loose top, and daydreamed about stripping her off and ravaging her, even checking my watch to see if we actually had time for a little afternoon delight. She seemed to be having the same thoughts, as she padded across the floor to me and draped herself around my neck, kissing me with thought and attention to detail. I immediately sprang to attention, Nia feeling it as she slowly undulated against me, smiling gently as she rubbed herself against me.

I slid my hands into the waistband of her leggings, cupping her shapely little buttocks as I pulled her against me, feeling the thong she was wearing, and sliding a finger under it to lightly rub her slit from the rear. She giggled and rubbed herself harder against me, making my erection even harder and more urgent, if that was possible.

I’d had enough of this now, and I pushed her leggings down as far as I could, Nia fumbling with the button of my jeans and shoving them down without ungluing her lips from mine. She stepped away so she could pull her top over her head, and there she was, in a tiny black thong that barely covered her cute little muff and a wispy, lacy black bra. I closed in, tugging down my shorts as she unhooked her bra, my best friend standing out solid and ready for action. Nia grinned happily, taking hold of me as I gathered her in again, kissing her as I slid my hand down the front of her thong, gently cupping her soft little pussy, feeling the heat starting to emanate from it, and the lips beginning to swell as I gently rubbed and teased them apart, eventually sliding a finger into her and circling her clitoris with the pad of my thumb. Her tongue worked against mine as we kissed, our hands working as we masturbated each other, our breathing deepening as we became more aroused.

Nia broke away to lead me to the bed, climbing onto it and holding her arms out in invitation. I slid up next to her and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close to me and pressing my erection into her belly, trapping it between us. She slid down the bed and onto her back, giving me access to her beautiful little breasts and sexy nipples. I kissed down her neck to her nipples, drawing them between my teeth; I knew she liked this, and her sighs and gasps told me I was having an effect. I suckled on her lovely sexy teats, turning them into hard little rubbery nubs, firm and delectable against my lips, before kissing down her abdomen to her soft peach-fuzz patch of pubic hair, and slid between her legs to lick her succulent little labia, swelling and blushing dark as I watched. I lapped at her, feeling her lips swell even further, parting under my tongue, her scent rich and strong and attractive, inviting me to lap further, taste her some more. I probed her innermost recesses with my tongue, Nia writhing and murmuring, holding my head firmly against her sweet pussy, rubbing herself against me as I lapped and rasped at her.

As her juices flowed more freely over my tongue and chin, I rubbed her little tight pucker, lubricating it, and slowly slid my finger into her, making her gasp and gyrate her hips at the new feeling, and slowly pumping my finger as I probed and stabbed with my tongue at her clitoris. Her moans and sighs were becoming more pronounced, her movement against me more intent, as her orgasm approached, and I sucked her clitoris between my lips and rubbed my tongue over it. Nia came in a series of waves, a crescendo building within her, and when I jammed my tongue into her sweet little anus as hard as I could, she screamed as she climaxed with shattering force, her thighs clamping against my head, her tendons and muscles taut as guitar strings as she convulsed, arching off the bed in the extremity of her pleasure, her fingers tightening in my hair as her hands clutched at my head.

At last she came down from that high place, muscles relaxing to allow her to slump back down with a groan, her breathing harsh and heavy, eyes rolled back in her head, her throat palpitating as her pulse fluttered.

She opened her eyes and looked at me, smiling. “What the hell was that, Polar Bear?” she grinned, “Because you can keep doing that, as many times as you like! Holy shit, that was good!”

I slid up next to her, nuzzling her, Nia opening her legs again and pulling me on top of her. “Your turn, my big Polar Bear!” she smiled. My erection was like a steel bar, and Nia took hold of me, positioning me until I felt the heat of her pussy against my head. With one smooth slow lunge I was inside her, making her gasp at the sensation, her knees coming up and draping over my arms to increase the angle of penetration. I began slowly pumping my cock into her, she sighing and murmuring as I slid in and out of her, increasing my tempo until I was pumping as hard and as fast as I could. I was already so stimulated that I knew I wouldn’t last long, and I put my hands behind her knees and pushed her legs up until her knees were level with her shoulders, her feet pointing at the ceiling, doubling her over underneath me. Nia gasped at this position, my cock pumping deeply into her at an entirely new angle; I could feel her catching up with me as my climax approached. She pumped against me as I hammered into her, until, with a long drawn out groan, she came again, her vaginal walls clamping and squeezing at me as she orgasmed, the sensation too much for me and my spunk boiled over and into her, erupting in long, satisfying jets, the feeling so intense my vision whited-out as my eyeballs rolled back in my head, and my ears popped and crackled. I pumped until there was nothing more to give, the spray of semen reduced to a trickle as I emptied out, giving all I had to this beautiful girl.