TABOO TALES(erotica)

Today was Thursday, and dad was due home Friday night. Between now and then I had to think of a way of telling him without ending up nailed to the garden shed with something red-hot stuck somewhere tender; I know mum had said she’d clear the way, but this was big, the biggest. Nia was his little princess, even though, if put to the torture, he’d deny it emphatically, and every scenario I tried to envisage ended with me eventually being chucked in the Thames, bound and gagged, with a size eleven shoe embedded in my arse…

Nia was a lot less troubled. “Dad’s cool, he’s not, like, all hairy and chest-beating, he’s a nice guy, worryingly strange, but nice. Mum says he’ll see the light, so stop your vapouring!”

Nevertheless, and even with all Nia’s confidence that dad would remember he was a loving father before he actually stuffed me in the wood-chipper, I was still going to allow myself a little vapouring, with a side order of sweating terror. Mum wasn’t at all weirded by this situation, and, hearing us discussing the plan for ‘Operation Reveal’ even poked her head round the door that morning while we were dressing to ask what we wanted for breakfast, so definitely not strange at all…

Eventually, Nia lost patience. “Look Jamie, do you want me at all? Do you even love me? Because it feels like you’re having doubts about this whole thing. Make up your mind, polar-boy, me or one of those Nobel Prize candidates you’ve been banging at uni!” God, she was gorgeous when she got angry! It also stiffened my wilting backbone, as well as other things…

I took her in my arms. “Nia, princess, I love you to distraction, with all of my heart, I always have, I want you every minute of the day, I can barely keep my hands off you, but right now I’m just trying to put myself in Dad’s shoes. If I had a gorgeous daughter and some guy announced he’d slept with her, and intended to keep on doing it, I’d fillet him. I’m not banking on dad remembering he’s a loving parent when we hit him with this, so hope for the best, but prepare for the worst, that way no surprises Si vis pacem, para bellum If you would have peace, prepare for war!”Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Nia grinned. “OK, yeah, because what’s the worst he can do? Oh yes, he could fillet you, or string you up in the greenhouse and write the Gettysburg address on you with a lit cigarette, or shove his fist up your arse and poke your eyeballs out from the inside, or make you eat your bed sheets and then yank the ends out of your arse and set light to them, or inscribe ‘I will not rape my little sister’ 100 times on your backside with a hot soldering iron, or nail your tongue to a tree and chase you round it a few times, or pull your bottom lip up over your head and staple it to the back of your neck, or all of the above, in order, you know how methodical he is!”

Good to see the old, malicious Nia was still there, lurking just under the surface!

“OK, I get it, point taken, we do this, and take what’s coming, and by the way, I hadn’t thought of all the above, so thank you for putting my mind at ease! What do you think he’s going to do to you?” I grinned.

Nia grinned even wider, false sincerity radiating from her. “Me? Nothing. I’m his little girl; you’re the rapist around here! However, because you were my favourite Polar Bear, I promise I will occasionally try and remember you fondly, oh sorry, did I say ‘were’?” Yeah, ha ha, very funny!

The sudden resolution I felt was reflected lower down, and Nia smiled happily at me. “It looks like someone else has made up their mind, too!” What can I say, some parts of me know what’s real before the rest of me catches up…

I started tugging off my shirt, Nia helping me to undo my jeans as she slipped out of her habitual leggings and loose top. God she had a lovely body, and all thoughts of dad, retribution, or wood-chippers disappeared as she stood in front of me, a naked vision of slender perfection.

As my jeans dropped off, I kicked them away, Nia grinning and yanking down my shorts to examine my state of readiness. Looking at her was more than mortal flesh could bear, so I grabbed her, holding her tightly by her delectable bum cheeks, kissing her as hard as I could while backing towards the bed.

Nia pushed me back onto the bed, and landed on top of me, squirming around to lie on her side, looking at me with a big grin on her face. I can’t resist that grin, especially if she’s using it as a challenge, so I leapt on her, pinning her on her back so I could kiss her some more. At last, I surfaced for air, Nia smiling at me as she slowly pumped my cock, her hand wrapped tightly around me. I returned the favour, nibbling her sexy nipples while trailing a hand down to her belly, sliding a finger through her trimmed pubes to lightly brush against her labia.

She jumped at that, grinning as she closed her eyes and pushed out her chest, raising her nipples closer to my mouth. I obliged, gently biting and sucking on them, feeling them grow solid and rubbery against my lips and teeth, Nia murmuring as she began to flush, become more fully aroused. I slid down and between her thighs, kissing her belly and grazing gently on her neatly trimmed little thatch of fine soft pubic hair, before licking and probing further south, to lap lightly at her labia, enjoying her fresh scent and tangy taste.

As I lapped more seriously, she began slowly squirming and lifting her pelvis, pushing her slit against me harder, wanting me to lick higher, so I obliged, poking my tongue-tip into the front of her slit, rubbing against the hood of her little nub. Nia flushed deeper, murmuring and sighing as I licked and gently rubbed my tongue against her pink flesh, her clitoris hardening like a little pale nipple, erecting as it emerged from its hiding place, her juices running around it, bathing it and rolling across my tongue. She tasted sweet, fresh, tangy, and as her fluids dripped onto my tongue, her pelvic thrusts against my mouth became more pronounced as her arousal climbed. I sucked her clit as hard as I dared, rubbing it with my tongue, and she came in a series of rippling waves, her clitoris pulsing between my lips as her climax gusted through her. At last her orgasm died away, leaving her twitching and murmuring, arms stretched out luxuriously, a small smile on her face. I kissed and nibbled her pussy a while longer, enjoying the taste and succulence of her, my erection a hot lead bar against my stomach as I lay between her thighs, before I reared up and shuffled between her legs, looming over her, my cock pointing at her wet slit, the head just barely touching her warmth.

I slid myself just far enough inside her for her to feel my head, then backed out, enjoying the feeling of her hot moistness surrounding the head of my penis, my erection stiffening even further as she moaned and pushed up against me, trying to take more of me in. I was having too much fun the feel of her enveloping me was exquisite, the wet succulence sensational. Her eyes narrowed, and she pulled my head down to her level, hissing at me “Will you get on with it, for Chrissake, just do it, now!” Unable to hold out any longer, I slid into her in one long steady push, Nia groaning as her pussy stretched to accommodate me all over again, the feeling of tightness as her inner muscles clasped me erotic and very stimulating. I began sliding in and out, pumping my cock into her, she responding by hunching up against me, trying to get as much of me inside her as possible. I lowered myself down onto my elbows so I could slide my hands under her mid-section, pushing her breasts up so I could suck her nipples while I pumped into her. Her neck and chest began to flush deeper, and her movements against me became more forceful, humping against me as I pumped into her, matching me stroke for stroke, simultaneously tightening her vaginal muscles to clasp me tight, the friction on my cock delightful as I approached my climax. Nia was also nearly there, her movements against me more determined, grinding herself into the base of my cock, her head thrown back and her eyes tightly closed as she pumped in time with me, until…”Oh God, Jamie, Oh God, oooh yesss, oooh YESS! GOD! OOOOOH GOOODDD!” Her scream as she came was piercing, and that set me off, my orgasm no less intense as I shot jet after jet of sperm deep into her, the ripples and sucking of her vagina milking me of all my sperm, the sensation of her pussy walls clenching at me almost unbearable, extending my orgasm, keeping pace with hers.

At last she stopped shuddering and quivering, the sensation of her cervix fluttering against me diminishing, and my cock softened enough to slip out of her so I could lie next to her, heart thumping and breath in short supply, Nia caressing my face and murmuring as the tail-end of her orgasm after-shocked through her.

At last, she reached over and touched my lips with her finger tip. “Marry me, Polar Bear,” she whispered. “Wherever and whenever you’ll have me, Baby- Girl!” I promised her. “Is it always going to be this good, Jamie?” she enquired sleepily, smiling at me. “I bloody well hope so, princess!” I grinned back, pulling her close against me so I could smell her hair, her skin, and under all that, the fresh, subtle, subliminal scent that said ‘girl’ that no amount of perfume or fancy soap could disguise.

We lay for a while, enjoying the afterglow, cuddling and kissing, when Nia suddenly sat up.

“Jamie, I want to go out tonight I want you to take me to a club, you’ve never, ever taken me anywhere that you weren’t ordered to, so tonight we are going on a date, you got it, Kimo-Sabe?”

I was curious where this had come from, and when I asked her she grinned. “Tomorrow you may be dead or banished, so tonight I get to be your girlfriend, OK?” Way to do positive thinking, Nia…

She wanted to go dancing, to a club in Borough, near London Bridge, of course I agreed, as I had no intention of doing anything other than watch her anyway my dancing talents are strictly limited; I’ve been told I have the dancing ability of a three legged dog in roller boots, that people watching me cringe with contact embarrassment and soon develop the urge to put me out of my misery, but I like to watch Nia move, and if she danced the way she walked, she should be well worth watching. She made a couple of calls, and explained in response to my unspoken query.