An Anthology of Forbidden Erotica: 28 Depraved Tales (20 page)

After a long moment, she ended the kiss and we looked each other in the eyes while we were face to face.
“That felt really nice. I enjoyed that,” I told her.
“Good, I’m glad you did. And I have something else you might like.”
My eyes turned towards her chest as she started undoing her top. Button by button her clothing was being undone, and it wasn’t long before the middle part of her braless chest was revealed. And after a few more buttons, her top was loose and she pulled it off and tossed it to the floor. 
She stood completely topless before me. Her breasts looked stunning. They were fairly large and must have been c-cups. They were long and hung downwards, sagging a little, but the bottom of her breasts were perfectly shaped round globes. And to top it all off, she easily had the most impressive set of areolas and nipples that I had ever seen. They were large and brown, and her nipples started to stiffen as they were exposed to the air. 
“These are yours tonight, you’ve earned them,” she said with a warm smile.
I didn’t reply, I didn’t need to. And it certainly was an opportunity I didn’t let go to waste as I bent down and began sucking on her large brown nipples. I used my hands to massage both of her firm breasts as I continued to suck, rolling each nipple around in my mouth, for both her pleasure and mine. 
She briefly ran her hands across my hair and moaned before giving me a few pats on the back, signaling it was time for me to stop.
“It’s been a while since anyone has touched me like this. But I still have something else in mind for you. I want you to take your bottom off and lie down on the bed for me,” she commanded in a low voice.
“This isn’t the wine talking is it?” I asked. “The last thing I would ever want is for you to wake up tomorrow morning thinking that I took advantage of you. This isn’t worth ruining our relationship over.” 
She smiled, “You’re so sweet, but no, this 
isn’t
 the wine talking. Well…maybe a little bit. Maybe the wine has given me the courage to do what I feel. And right now, I want to do this. I don’t care how wrong this is. But tonight, I 
need
 to feel a man between my fingers and lips.” 
There was no point in debating this any longer. I was done with all the second guessing. So with a simple movement, I pulled my shorts and underwear down to my ankles and pushed them off of me, leaving me naked from the waist down. Under normal circumstances, the thought of her looking at my growing erection would have freaked me out, but this wasn’t a normal circumstance. I enjoyed that she was looking at me in this way.
When the novelty of Elisha looking at my penis wore off, I did as she requested and sat down on my bed, with my back leaning against the wall.
She followed suit and got on all fours, positioning herself right between my legs. I immediately noticed her soft breasts hang straight down from her chest. Her sagging breasts and big nipples were my favorite parts of her body. And to see them hang down the way they did, in that angle, only added to how erotic this moment was.
When she closed her eyes, it was time. She stuck her tongue out and gently pressed it against the sensitive head of my penis. It felt tingly and arousing, and it felt even better as her small licks grew to cover the entire length of my hard shaft. 
After coating me with her saliva, she opened her mouth and took my hard cock between her lips and started sucking. It felt amazing as expected. But what made the whole thing even more surreal was how she suddenly opened her eyes looked straight at me while she sucked. Her face became gaunt and her checks hallowed as her vacuum like mouth intensified. Then slowly, her head started bobbing up and down. Her fingers made a similar motion as she displayed her talents when it comes to performing oral sex, making love to me with her mouth. 

She suddenly spit took my erection out of her mouth and asked, “Do you like it so far?”
“I love it. God, this feels so good. Don’t stop.”
After a few minutes of continuing her oral pleasure, she took my cock out of her mouth, leaving a trail of her saliva between me and her lips, and she started to stroke me with the tight grip of her hand. She went back and forth between flickering her tongue across the head of my manhood and my shaft. And she did it in a way that I had never felt before, or even seen in any adult movie.
“I’m about to cum,” I warned her.
She took the tip of my throbbing cock back inside of her mouth and kept stroking me with her hand. It didn’t take long for me to orgasm. And to my delight- and surprise- she consumed every single drop of cum that erupted out of my cock using her tight suction and eager tongue. She didn’t stop until I became completely flaccid and my climax passed its peak.
When it was over, she sat up on the bed and licked her lips clean.
“So how did I do?” she asked as she wiped the remaining cum from her chin with the back of her hand.
“You did amazing. I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
“Thanks. It’s been a while since I’ve, you know, done that to a guy. So I’m glad I’ve still got it in that department,” she said proudly.
She got out of bed and began putting her pajama top back on. I on the other hand, was still laying in bed, relishing in what she had just done for me. She smiled at me the entire time she was buttoning up her top and gave me a playful slap on the leg.
“Oh snap out of it,” she said jokingly. “You’re acting like this is the first blowjob you’ve ever gotten in your life.”
I got up and gave her a big hug along with kisses on her check, not caring that my wet penis was staining her pajamas.
“Of course it wasn’t, but it was my first time getting one from 
you
. And I can’t let you leave without returning the favor,” I said as we hugged.
“That’s really not necessary. I got what I wanted out of this, and you obviously did to. So we should just call it night. We’ll discuss this tomorrow morning.” 
With that said, she walked out of my room with more confidence and authority than when she walked in, and she closed the door behind her.
***I WANT THIS TO BE SPECIAL***
I headed down the stairs early the next morning to the sight of Elisha gazing through the kitchen window with a cup of coffee in hand. She was dressed as if for work, prime & proper as always in her expensive attire. Her top consisted of a thick buttoned up business jacket. And her lower half consisted of a knee-length skirt, which showed off her hips and things, along with a pair of dark colored stockings around her calves and feet. It briefly crossed my mind that just a few days ago, I wouldn’t have even noticed her in 
that
 
way.
She looked irresistible to me, and as soon as I got behind her, I greeted her with a big hug by wrapping my arms around her waist, and I kissed her exposed neck. 
She had no reaction to me touching her and kept her gaze a few houses down the street towards her neighborhood friend, who was headed off to work.
“That’s what I’ve been thinking about all night and all morning; wondering what my friends and family would think if they ever found out about what we did. I know that I would be the laughing stalk around work, amongst my friends, and to everyone…”
“So what happens next? With us?” I asked.
She continued to gaze outside of the window. “I don’t know. I haven’t decided yet. But as crazy as this sounds, I felt something with you that I don’t think I’ve ever felt with anyone else. It felt magical with you. It felt right. I don’t know if it’s my maternal side that’s making me feel this way, or that we just had a great time during dinner and that was the result.”
“Does it even matter? I know that you 
have
 
to be feeling something still, and that it wasn’t just for last night.”
She responded by gently grabbing my wrist that was touching her and lifted my hand off her skirt and pushed it beneath her panties. I inserted my fingers inside her vagina and could feel her wetness. The combination of me touching her and her discussing these personal matters had made her aroused.
“Are you really going to make me answer that?” she said as she turned her head to the side to give me a soft kiss on the lips. 
I kissed her back and she slipped her tongue in my mouth and we continued making out for a long moment, with me continuing to rub her clit and finger her now soaking wet vagina. She broke the kiss as she released a sensual moan courtesy of my fingers.
I used my other hand to squeeze her rear end. “I can’t stop thinking about what you said in the restaurant, about how you use the vibrator on yourself. And I especially can’t stop thinking about what you did for me before bed. I hope you know where I’m going with this…”
“If we’re going to continue this right now, I would have to call in sick for work. You’re a smart young man, maybe you can give me a check-up to see if I’m okay?” she asked in serious manner.
“I would love to. And how would you prefer that I do that?” I asked earnestly.
She turned around so that we were now face-to-face, and she reached underneath her skirt to slide her panties down to her ankles. Each foot was lifted one at a time so that her legs were free of the undergarment. When she kicked it aside, she spread her feet apart and held her skirt up to expose her genitalia to me.
“You know what to do. Now start licking.”
My heart began racing as I got down on my knees in front of her bare crotch. She was smoothly shaven and I was struck by the sight of her brown labia dangling between her legs like a small ornament. But I wasn’t spellbound for very long; and I leaned forward to kiss and lick her womanhood. 
I eagerly returned the favor she gave me last night as I performed oral sex on her. And I was getting off on the fact that I could make her moan and quiver, the same way she does when she masturbates with her vibrator, just by sucking her labia and giving her engorged clitoris a real nice tongue lashing. 
I continued orally pleasing her for the next few minutes the best that I could, and just when it seemed like she was on the brink of an orgasm, she signaled for me to stop and had me stand up again.
“So what’s the diagnosis doctor?” she asked playfully.
I kissed her on the lips, letting her taste her own fluids. “My diagnosis is that you’re an extremely aroused woman who needs to be taken care of immediately. But I don’t think you needed me to tell you that.”
“Let’s go my bedroom,” she said, accompanied with a kiss of her own. “I want this to be special.”
“I have a better idea,” I said. “I kind of like the idea of us doing stuff like this in the kitchen. So whatever you’re interested in doing, let’s do it here.”
“Really? Don’t you think it’s a little 
risky
 
for us to be doing something like this by the windows where people could see us?”
“That’s the idea. It’ll be really exciting.”
“If you insist…” she said. “And if we get caught by one of our neighbors, I’m blaming this all on you.”
She continued kissing me while reaching down to free my erection and gave it a quick rub. It wasn’t as loving as it was yesterday. No. This was about gratifying her sexual desires rather than her needs. She squeezed me hard and tight in her hand while she played with it in an effort to get me as aroused as possible- for her. 
The kiss abruptly ended and she let go of me to turn herself back around, putting her hands on the kitchen counter and she spread her legs apart.
“If you don’t want to make love to me in my bedroom, then I want you to FUCK me- right here, right now,” she said, with her voice full of lust.
I lifted her skirt to reveal her shapely rear end. It looked round and firm. And her legs were spread enough so that her tiny brown anus was visible from the right angle. But that’s for another time. Right now, she wanted it inside her soaking wet cunt. And by the tone in her voice, she wanted it hard.
My hands did the work they needed to do, guiding the tip of my erection to the entrance of her waiting vagina. She felt wet. She felt tight. And the more I pushed myself inside her body, the more her body responded. Her arms clenched the kitchen counter with even more force. And the muscles in her thighs and waist pushed back against me so that I would go even deeper in her body.
“Just like that…” she hissed. “Go all the way in. Fuck me. I want you to fuck me.”
Hearing those filthy words come out of her proper mouth was like music to my ears. I grabbed the place where her hips and waist met, and held onto it tightly as I started thrusting harder. I was now fucking r in the kitchen of our house. I didn’t care that the sun was shining through our open windows, so that anyone standing in the right place would be able to have an explicit look at our sex. In fact, that was an extreme turn on for me. And judging by Elisha’s groaning with her mouth wide open, it was a turn on for her also. 
***
The End

Filthy Christmas Party

Christmas has always been my friend Elisha’s favorite holiday.
She loves everything about it; from the white snow, the family gatherings, to the gift exchanges. But above all, she loves being the host of an annual Christmas party for friends. She certainly has the personality for it. Trust me, you’ll never meet a more energetic and vibrant person than her. She’s someone who constantly enjoys staying busy with her career, her social life, and she still has the strength for a vigorous workout routine to stay in shape. And to top it all off, she’s an incredibly gorgeous woman. 
For those reasons, she was my ideal woman- yes, I love older women. I don’t normally admit this, but even though I’ve just turned 20, she is still my favorite person to fantasize about. In recent years, our relationship has become even more flirtatious, where we would always laugh and play, and before she would go out on dates, she would ask me for my opinion on different outfits by modeling her clothes to me in a sexy manner. Or when I was round at her place, she would come out of the shower scantily clad in her bedroom with the door wide open. 
I don’t think it was ever her intention to try and tease me, that’s just how her personality was. We loved each other and were very open about everything as if we were best friends. But in time, we became a little bit closer than that.
 
I walked into her house early Christmas morning to the sound of Elisha arguing with someone over the phone. She was sitting by the dining room table wearing her robe and slammed the phone after she gave the last word. 
“Ugghhh…what an asshole,” she muttered to herself.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as I sat down next to her. 
She looked uncharacteristically dressed down this morning without any make up. Her hair was sloppily done and she looked like she was on the verge of tears- a stark contrast to the usual ‘upbeat soccer mom’ image she always presents herself as.
“It’s nothing,” she replied in a deflated tone. “Actually…I heard from my friend last night that my latest boyfriend had been out with another woman.”
“Well that doesn’t automatically mean that he’s cheating. For all you know, that could have been his sister or his co-worker,” I replied, trying to make her feel better. 
“My friend said her head was buried in his lap in a parking lot.”
“Oh.”
She grabbed a tissue and wiped a tear from her eye. “I didn’t want to believe that he was cheating on me either, so I called him just now to talk about it and he was tripping over his words. That 
jerk
 eventually admitted it. He tried telling me how she ‘didn’t mean anything to him’ and how sorry he was. It’s unfortunate because our relationship was really starting to take off.”
“Jeez, I can’t believe he would do something like that when he’s already got someone like you.”
“You know, it’s so hard to find a good man these days. I guess that I forgot that some men just don’t know how to appreciate a good woman anymore.”
“You’re one of the most beautiful and intelligent women I’ve ever met in my life. If a guy doesn’t appreciate you, then he’s an idiot and it’s his loss.”
“Thank you,” she said with a warm smile. “You’re the best. I’m so lucky to have someone like you in my life. You always know how to cheer me up and make me feel better.”
“No problem. So I’m assuming it’s over between you and him right?” I asked.
She let out a loud sigh. “Well to me it’s over. But he says he still wants to talk, even after I’ve made it clear that I don’t want to see him anymore.”
“Well, if you want my opinion, the best way for him to get the message is by telling him you’re already with someone else already- or something like that.” 
A grin slowly appeared on her face. “Making him jealous certainly doesn’t sound like a bad idea…I could make it seem like I have another man already; like he wasn’t the only one who’s been unfaithful between us. That outta teach him.”
“I’ve got a bad, bad, feeling about that mischievous look on your face,” I said with a grin of my own.
“Well you’re the one that gave me the idea,” she replied playfully. “It would serve him right for cheating on me. But for now, we should forget him and get ready for the party. I want to look my best.”
***LATER THAT MORNING***
An hour had passed when she had called me to her room. When I got there, she struck a model pose for me to show off her new Christmas outfit. 
“So what do you think?” she asked, still looking fresh out of the shower. “Not bad for a 45 year old woman huh?”
Her hands were around her waist as she stood barefoot in a female Santa outfit; which consisted of a thick red dress that came down to her knees, displaying her toned calves and thighs from all the long distance running she does. And a thick red jacket with a large black belt. Her make up and hair were also nicely done. Simply put, she was stunning.
“You look fantastic,” I replied honestly. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look so sexy for a party before.”
“Thanks! I saw it at the mall a few days ago and I just couldn’t resist.”
“Well I can see why. This is still just a friendly party right?” I joked.
She smiled, “Of course it is. I know it’s a little more revealing than what I usually wear for Christmas, but since this year’s party will only have grown-ups, I figured why not. You only live once right?”
Her phone suddenly rang as she received a text. Judging by the miserable look on her face when she read it, it had to be her (soon-to-be-ex) boyfriend.
“Ugh…” she sighed. “He says wants to come over right now to talk, and that he’s really sorry and this and that. The last thing I need is for him to be here to make a big scene when the guests start arriving.”
“Just call him back and tell him that you’ll talk to him tomorrow.”
“At this point, I don’t think that would do any good.” The same mischievous grin from earlier this morning suddenly re-appeared on her face. “I’ve got an idea; I don’t know how you would feel about it, but I need a huge favor from you.”
“Sure. Anything.” 
She took a few steps forward and stood right in front of me. “Look, I know this is going to sound a little weird, but can you pretend to be my ‘new boyfriend’ for a moment? It’s the only way he’ll get a clue that it’s over between me and him. It will only take 2 seconds.”
“I guess so, but how exactly is…”
She suddenly grabbed the back of my neck with one hand, leaned forward, and planted a wet and strong kiss on my lips. It felt wonderful feeling her mouth forcefully pressed again mine. I then heard a click from her phone before she pulled away from me.
Her attention went back to her phone as she looked at the image on its screen. “Here, have a look,” she said, showing me the picture of us kissing. “I’m going to send that to him and I’m sure he’s going to freak out. It’s a nice way of getting him back for what he’s put me through all morning.”
“Yeah…uh…I’m sure that would do the trick.”
A little smirk appeared on her face. “You enjoyed that kiss didn’t you?”
“What!? Of course not! I was just going along with it since I KNEW you had your phone out,” I strongly replied, but obviously lying. 
“Oh, don’t try to deny it. I know that you’ve been fantasizing about me throughout the years. It’s obvious by the way that you stare at my body when you think I’m not looking. Trust me, us women talk, and it seems pretty common that boys your age would feel this way about us.”
“I guess there’s no point in denying it,” I reluctantly admitted. “And it’s not exactly my fault either, the way you’re so casual and open with your body all the time.”
The smirk on her face grew in to a full grin. “Well, I think we should send him a more 
explicit
 picture so he fully gets the message. Just so you know, really loves cumming on my chest after one of my blowjobs. So maybe I can offer you something that would make us both happy; I’ll take my top off for you, and you masturbate for me the same he does after I pleasure him. Afterwards I’ll send him the picture of the mess you’ve made. I know he’d be REALLY upset if he saw that another man was already doing that to me. Does that sound like something you would be interested in?”
“Are you sure about this?” I asked, unsure if she was serious or not.
Her fingers immediately went to work undoing the large black buttons on her Santa outfit. “Maybe this will help convince you.”
My eyes were glued to her chest as her top opened. She wore a sexy white bra underneath, and my eyes were captivated by how athletic her upper body looked. Her arms and shoulders were nicely toned, yet feminine, and her stomach was perfectly defined.
“Well…are you interested or not?” she asked playfully.
“…uh…yeah…sure…” I stammered.
She sat down on the bed, and her hands reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. “Good.”
She flung the bra to the floor and her bare breasts looked firm and beautiful. They were average sized, and she had a bikini tan line where her breasts were pale compared to the rest of her body. Her areolas were fairly wide for the size of her breasts, and they were light pink. As for her nipples, they were a darker shade of pink, large, and they stood out well over half an inch. 
“It looks like you see something you like,” she said, looking at my growing bulge. 
“You have no idea. Your breasts are amazing. And those nipples…I can’t believe how big they are. They’re perfect.”
She smiled and playfully pinched both of them for my viewing pleasure. “I’m so glad you like them. Now get to work before he gets here. Guests will be arriving soon.”
I reached down to free my semi-erect cock which immediately sprang to life once her eyes were on me. I began stroking myself to the sight of her breasts, and she made it easier for me to climax as she fondled herself and played with her nipples. But what was almost as hot as seeing her chest up close was seeing the curious look on her face. Her eyes lustfully stared at my hard cock while I was stroking it, and her mouth was open and it looked like she wanted to lick her lips.
“That’s it,” she said, encouraging me. “Keep stroking it.”
I stroked myself as fast I could for her. And she continued playing with her breasts for me. When I started to breath harder, she knew what was about to happen and she leaned forward to catch my orgasm which was squirting itself onto her bare chest. I hadn’t cum in a while, so it was quite a mess I made on her. And when it was over, she leaned forward to show her appreciation by giving the head of my cock a big kiss, and cleaned me by licking a few drops of cum from the tip of my penis. She stood up and immediately headed towards the mirror to examine the mess I made on her chest. “Perfect!” she exclaimed. “I only wish I could see the look on his face when he sees this.”