An Anthology of Forbidden Erotica: 28 Depraved Tales (8 page)

She squinted her eyes and leaned her head forward, looking at my crotch. “I thought you said you were erect? Are you cold or something?”
“You better be joking or else I’m unpacking all the things I helped pack.”
“I’m kidding!” she shouted with a laugh. “I couldn’t resist taking a jab at your delicate ego. You’re a perfectly healthy young man. And whoever you’re currently seeing is a very lucky young woman.”
“Thanks,” I replied. “So what now? Do we just hang around doing naked stuff together? Or do we just sit down and enjoy our nakedness? I’m new to this.”
“Well there’s not a lot of things we can do with that stiff erection between your legs. And we certainly can’t have you pack my things like that. God forbid you drop something heavy on your precious manhood. I would never be able to forgive myself.”
I laughed, “You still haven’t lost your sarcastic touch. It’s your fault I’m standing here with this erection you know.”
“Then I suppose it’s my responsibility to undo it. Is that what you’re saying?”
I tried my best not to jump around the room in joy, and I succeeded. I stayed as calm as possible with her  seemingly offering to take care of me.
“You can interpret it that way. You’re the scientist. I don’t mind.”
She took a few steps towards me and we stood face to face. She maintained a relaxed expression while she used both hands to softly caress the shaft of my erection with her fingertips.
“I certainly didn’t plan for this to happen,” she said with her fingers staying busy. “But we’re already naked and you’re male fertility appears to be at its peak. So are you interested in making my last full day here a special one? It’ll be special for the both of us.”
“Why do I get the feeling that you haven’t been made love to in a very long time?” I asked after seeing the longing in her eyes.
She paused for a second. “It hasn’t been that long. But it’s been unfulfilling in many ways. I’m not a woman who goes around looking for one night stands. I have nothing against woman who do, but if I don’t feel that there’s love and a connection there, then it’s meaningless to me. And that’s what’s been missing between me and Dave. We haven’t had an intimate connection in a long time.”
“You seem like that kind of woman,” I replied. “That’s one of the things I really love about you. And I’m sure you wouldn’t mind being with a much younger man with a little extra, you know…”
“Vigor?” she smiled.
“That too.”
Her fingers went from simply caressing me softly, to wrapping themselves around my entire shaft and giving me a good squeeze, which sent a jolt down my body.
“So what’s your answer going to be mister? Are you interested in making love? Or am I going to have to save these fingers of mine for myself later?”
I wrapped my hands around the back of her neck the way she did to me earlier, and I bent forward to give her a kiss. It wasn’t the quick touch of the lips like she gave me, but a kiss which showed love and compassion. It was wet and sensual, and both of our tongues found themselves wrestling against each other in our mouths.
“Does that answer your question?” I replied.
She smiled and gripped my erection even tighter. “Yes. Yes it does. God, I can’t believe this is actually going to happen. Of all people…”
I touched her soft breasts for the first time and gently pinched both of her erect brown nipples and played with them. We briefly kissed again.
“This feels right. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”
“How should we start?” she asked.
“Sit down on the couch. I want you to spread your legs for me.”
A shy expression crept over her face and she tried to hold it in. It was as if she was a virgin who heard a dirty word for the very first time. But she wasn’t a virgin and she wasn’t about to hear dirty things. We were about to have our first sexual encounter together.

Once she sat down, she did as I asked and spread her legs open for me. The look on her face showed that she didn’t know what to expect until I got down on my knees in front of her.
“Are you going to perform oral sex on me?” she asked in a state of disbelief. 
“Has it been a long time for that too?”
She nodded. “Dave isn’t a very big fan of doing it. I’m so nervous I feel like I’m going to lose my virginity all over again.”
I pressed my hands on her thighs and rubbed her legs. “Good. This is supposed to be special right?”
My hands continued rubbing her thighs and made their way up to her crotch. I examined her vagina and was mesmerized by how beautiful it was. Her labia was dark brown and protruded at just the right amount. But what was most eye catching was seeing her clitoris swell and the pink area of her vaginal opening start to release clear fluids. She was aroused alright.
I leaned forward to give her womanhood a nice kiss, feeling her pubic hairs against my lips. My hands were still on her thighs and I felt her twitch, so I did it again and again until she was used to it. Once her movement stopped, I stuck my tongue out and gave each side of her labia a nice long lick, which she reacted to. Then finally, I stuck my tongue inside of her vagina and she let out a sharp moan. 
“Oh my god…” she gasped. “Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop.”
Hearing her sexual pleadings only motivated me to suck and lick her vagina even harder. Her fluids filled my mouth and I couldn’t help but notice how good she tasted. I looked up at her while I continued my oral service to see her eyelids squeezed shut and her hands squeezing each of her small breasts and pinching her large brown nipples.
“I’m ready,” she suddenly said. “I’m on the verge of an intense orgasm and I want you inside me already.”
I patted her on the leg, “Come on, lay on the floor.”
After I stood up, I did the gentlemanly thing and extended my hand for her to hold to help lift her. But to my delight, she took my hand to get off the couch and immediately dropped to her knees to orally please me. As great as it felt, the thing that grabbed my attention the most was the surreal sight of my throbbing cock in her pretty little mouth.
After a few seconds later, she spit out my cock and said, “I hope you don’t mind but I’d like to return this oral reciprocation another time. I’m in desperate need of making love.”
“I’m sure we can work that out later,” I smiled.
She smiled back and she laid down on the carpet. Her eyes never left me and she watched me climb on top of her, kissing her after I pressed my weight down.
“I bought this rug for Dave and I when I first moved in here,” she said in between kisses. “We were so close to getting married. So it’s especially hard to believe that I’m currently laying naked on it with you on top of me.”
I gave her a few more kisses. “You’re a woman with needs. If he’s not willing to take care of them, then someone else has to. And it might as well be me. You deserve it.”
“Do you 
really
 
want to have sex with me?” she said with a hint of shyness.
“Yes…”

Her eyes lit up when I said that, and then she reached down to guide to tip of penis towards the open entrance of womanhood.
“You’re right, it does make it more special,” she said. “And this is our special day. Now give me an experience I’ll 
never
 
forget.”
I pushed my hips down and I penetrated my professor. She felt warm, comfortable, and dripping wet; everything a real woman is supposed to feel like. After I went all the way in, I pulled back and did the same thing again, forming a nice rhythm.
“Oh god…” she moaned with her eyes wide open. “This feels so good.”
Her legs wrapped around me tighter and her hands squeezed my back. I’m no stranger to good sex, but actually screwing my professor was the best thing I had ever experienced. The depraved and lust filled look which filled her eyes showed that she agreed and felt the same way. Both of our heart rates skyrocketed as I continued pounding her thin body.
She suddenly tapped my shoulder to get me to stop. “Wait, I have an idea. Turn around, lie on your back.”
I had no idea what she had planned, but with the excitement in her eyes and the lust in her voice, I knew it would be good, so I did what she said. Once I turned to my back, she climbed on top of me with my cock still inside of her, and she straddled me in the ‘cowgirl’ position.
“I had no idea you would be interested this position,” I noted.
“We’ll see,” she said with her voice filled with curiosity and heavy breathing. “I’ve always wanted to take charge during sex, now here’s my opportunity. Another piece of memory I’ll take with me. So where did we leave off…”
She placed both hands on my chest and slowly started to rock her hips back and forth. I missed the closeness we shared with me being right on top of her with our faces just inches away from each other, but that feeling was immediately replaced with the erotic sight of her hair waving back and forth. And as she picked up her pace, I got to see her small breasts jiggle in front of me with her large brown nipples being as hard as they possibly could.
Beads of sweat formed around her face, as did mine. She squeezed my chest harder and I squeezed her thighs tighter. Both of moans and breathing became louder. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped, and suddenly her back arched and I could feel her legs shivering on top of me. She was having an orgasm.
“Oh my god…Oh my god…I’m cumming….”
Her face was pointed upwards and her hips kept gyrating in short movements while she entered a state of sexual bliss. It was an amazing sight to witness, and it felt equally as amazing feeling a slight rush of fluids gush from inside of her body onto mine.
It didn’t take long for me to reach my climax as I shot spurt after spurt of my cum deep inside of her womb, while I squeezed her hips tightly.
When it was over, she collapsed on top of me. Her long hair covered my chest, and I could feel her face and her breasts on my skin while we tried to calm down and make sense of everything.
“Thank you,” she said a few minutes later. “Thank you for this. I’ll never forget it. And I’ll always have this memory of us even after I leave tomorrow.”
I rubbed my hands through her hair and back. “No, thank you. I’ve had this fantasy for a while. And you know that fantasies rarely come true. I’m glad this one did.”
She gave me a kiss on the check and then on my lips. “You’re so sweet.”
“Do you think we’ll get to do this again in the future? Or is this a one time thing? I would understand if you wouldn’t want to or if you meet somebody else over there, but I think this feels right between us.”
“We’ll see,” she said as she rested her head back on my chest. “I was never very good at predicting the future. And I certainly never could have predicted that 
this
 
would ever happen.   But for now, let’s just enjoy this moment.”
“So…do you plan on telling Dave that we had sex in his living room?” I asked in a joking manner.
She looked up at me and smiled, “Are you kidding? I’m going to tell him every last detail about what we did just now. Trust me, his right hand will have plenty to do for the next several months. It’s still fairly early in the morning, so who knows, maybe we can give him more stories to think about.”
The End

Babysitter’s Gift

This holiday season felt a lot different than usual. For one, it was the first time that I would be celebrating alone for Thanksgiving. The second reason was that my babysitter, object of numerous lurid fantasies, was just a few short weeks away from moving out to college. Since my wife died we’d become very close and not a week went by without me needing her services as a I struggled to juggle my work with being a single parent.
At 18 years old, Nicole was very mature for her age. She had always excelled in school and was on her way to attending one of the best universities in the country. And although she was shy at time, she always showed a big heart and was kind to anyone she’s ever met. Her leaving was a bittersweet moment, and so I was determined to make the holiday extra special…
“I can’t believe this day is finally coming,” I said to Nicole as I stood her doorway, watching her pack some of her things in boxes. “You’re all grown up now and ready to be on your own.”
She was still kneeling down on the floor when she turned to me with a heartfelt look on her face. “Aw that’s very kind, you make me want to cry whenever you talk like that.”
“I know, but I’m so use to seeing you and your smile almost everyday. I’m incredibly proud of the young lady you’ve become,” I professed to her.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure, of course. Anything,” I replied.
She put down the things she was packing and sat down and patted a spot right next to her, signaling me to sit there- which I did.
“If I ask you this, will you promise not to get mad or upset with me?” she asked in a serious tone.
“Of course Nicole. You can trust me.”
She took a deep breath. “I’m really nervous asking you this, but here it goes…I’ve never went 
‘all the way’
 with a guy before. I know it’s going to happen eventually at college, but I want it to be with the right person. I my first time to be special, with someone I love, and who I know loves me back- not some jerk who’s only looking for sex. That’s why I want it to be with 
you
. I want you to make me a woman.”
I was immediately taken aback by my this request. I felt shocked and utterly confused at the same time. I had dreamt of fucking her, but never thought for a moment she would offer herself to me like this.
“Did I hear that right,” I asked skeptically.
She nodded, “You did. I want you to take my virginity. And I’d rather it be you than some guy who’s going to turn out to be a total creep like some of the boys I’ve already dated.”
“My god, Nicole, I’m speechless”
“You promised you wouldn’t be mad,” she replied, in a hurt voice.
“I’m sorry, I’m not mad,” I told her as I calmed myself down. “It’s just that something like this isn’t normal. There’s an age gap, and there’s a line that should never be crossed between us. God, if anyone ever found out…”
“But 
no one
 will find out,” she interjected. “I would never tell anyone, and I know you obviously wouldn’t tell either. My virginity means a lot to me.”
I sat there shaking my head in disbelief. “I don’t know about this Nicole. You know I’m very fond of you and that I would do anything for you, but this…”
“Will you at least think about it?” she asked. “Can you give it a serious thought for me?”
I gave her kiss on the forehead and tried my best to avoid her question.
***
I could barely sleep that night after that conversation with Nicole. How could she ask me such a thing? How could she want me to do that to her? I was either the luckiest guy alive, or about to make a terrible mistake.
But what bothered me the most was that I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to accept her offer. I thought about what it would be like to hold her petite little body in my arms as we made love. I imagined the arousing notion of me being the first man to truly, as she put, ‘make her a woman,’ as I looked deep inside her large and innocent eyes.
I then did the only thing I could do at that point- masturbate thinking about her.
***I HOPE YOU LIKE CUPCAKES***
We had lunch together the following afternoon, and to my surprise, it was as if nothing was out of the ordinary between us. She never brought up anything she mentioned the night before and there was no sense of tension or awkwardness between us. She was all smiles as usual and we had a great time enjoying each others company. 
“Mmm…that was delicious,” she said as she cleaned the left-over turkey and mashed potatoes from her plate. “I’m really going to miss your cooking.”
“And I’m going to miss sharing these meals,” I replied with a smile.
She smiled back and winked, “Thanks dad. And that reminds me; I woke up extra early this morning to bake us some desserts. I’ll be right back.”
In a flash, she got up from her chair and rushed to the kitchen. I heard the oven open where she had hidden them ,and she returned holding a plate full of carefully arranged baked goods.
“I hope you like cupcakes,” she said in a upbeat voice, while striking a model pose with the pastries as if to advertise them. “I made them with holiday decorations, and they’re just for us.”
“Of course, I love them. And the fact that you made them makes it even more special.”
“You’re so sweet,” she replied. “Now eat up while they’re still warm and fresh.”
She then placed a single cupcake on my plate. The cupcake itself was chocolate, and it was topped off with a white colored frosting, along with red and green sprinkles.
“This really does taste amazing,” I told her truthfully after I took the first bite.
“Well thank you. The cupcake I made from a package, but I made the frosting from scratch,” she said proudly.
“I can tell. I’ve never tasted anything like it before. I could literally eat 
anything
as long as this frosting you made is on it.”
“
Anything?
” she asked with a naughty grin. 
She slowly moved her chair back and stood up. Her fingers wrapped around the bottom of her sweater and pulled it up over her head, and she placed it comfortably on her seat. She wasn’t wearing a t-shirt underneath, just her bra. My eyes became glued to her chest, watching it move as her arms reached back to unclasp her bra to let it fall to the floor. 
I gasped a little at the sight of her bare breasts. They were small, b-cups, and they looked firm the way they pointed straight forward. Her areolas were small, but her nipples were visibly large for a young woman with her body size. They were bright pink- which made a nice contrast to her pale skin color. 
She picked up her cupcake and pressed the top of it against the center of her breast; twisting and turning it so that the frosting covered her nipple. Once she was done coating one nipple, she did the same to her other breast so that both of her intimate areas were covered. 
“You would eat my frosting off of 
anything
?” she asked again, but this time referring to her nipples.
I struggled with nearly every sense in my body and mind as my exposed babysitter came closer to me. I should have stopped her, but I couldn’t. Because deep down I didn’t want this to end. And she damn well knew it as we looked into each others eyes.
Her hand rubbed through the back of my head and hair for a moment before gently pulling me towards her chest. The first thing which entered my mouth was the frosting. I gave it a nice lick and swallowed it. But the next lick, however, was her nipple. It felt alive in my mouth, with it’s softness becoming even stiffer and harder with every touch my tongue and lips inappropriately gave her. 
I looked up to see her watching me in action, with her mouth parted as she lightly bit her lower lip, showing me just how aroused she was. Knowing that she was getting as much pleasure out of this as I was gave me more than enough encouragement to fulfill my promise that I would eat her frosting on anything, and I moved my mouth over to her other breast to suck and clean both nipples.
“You kept your word,” she said with a loving smile.
“Of course I did. Why wouldn’t I?”
Her smile immediately turned into a grin. “So this is the part where I have to return the favor. Now make yourself useful and help me take your pants off.”
At that point, I didn’t care how wrong this was. Nicole reached down and unzipped my pants and I sat up for a moment so that she could pull it down to my ankles, along with my underwear. I was completely exposed in front of her and my cock immediately came to life.
She got on her knees and held my erection still with small hand and fingers, and used her other hand to pick up the cupcake on my plate. She smeared the frosting all over the head of my cock and across my shaft, coating my penis with her dessert before putting the dry cupcake back on the table.
Her blue eyes looked so large and inviting, so innocent while she was holding me. But her tongue however, seemingly had a mind of it’s own as she began licking the frosting she made off of my hard penis. She looked so innocent licking me, as if my cock was just an ice cream cone and served no other purpose. And that’s what made this moment so incredibly erotic, that my own sweet babysitter would make such a naughty sex act look so casual- as if nothing was unusual about this.
Feeling and seeing her tongue on me sent waves of pleasure throughout my body. With every lick on my skin, she would briefly stop to swallow the icing. But when the sugary glaze was gone, I was able to feel her bare tongue licking up and down my shaft, just like a lollipop, rolling her tongue freely around my shaft and head.
Just when I thought things couldn’t get anymore erotic, she looked me right in the eyes and slide my hard cock in between her lips, entering her mouth. Soon, nearly the entire length of my shaft disappeared inside of her mouth as she leaned forward to take more of me in. The suction she was making was so tight I could see the round shape of my penis around her hollowed out cheeks. 
After several slow and sensual bobs of her head, she took only the tip of my cock in her mouth and began jerking me off with her hand.
“Oh god…that feels so good Nicole…I’m almost there…” I moaned.
Her eyes lit up as soon as I said that. Her small and delicate hand gripped my manhood even tighter and she stroked me even faster. Her mouth increased her suction and her tongue swirled around my head with even more enthusiasm.
“I’m about to cum…I’m about cum…”
She wrapped both of her hands and all of her small fingers around my throbbing hard-on and she began pumping my cock furiously. Her tongue stopped swirling while mouth focused on sucking my head; getting ready to catch whatever was headed her way.
I couldn’t take it any longer and shot a huge load of my cum in the back of Nicole’s throat and onto her waiting tongue. The thought of stopping or slowing down never crossed her mind. She just kept at it, stroking and sucking my cock, while our eyes remained locked together. She didn’t stop until every last stream and drop of my cum was released from my body. 
And when it was over, my topless babysitter stood up so we were nearly face to face, and she stuck out her tongue like a small puppy to show me the pay off of all her hard work- my cum. She closed her mouth afterwards and made a loud *gulp* noise, swallowing it before opening her mouth and smacking her lips together to prove to me that it had all been devoured.
“All gone. 
You
 taste better than the frosting I made,” she said with a smirk, licking whatever traces of my cum remained on her lips.
“I can’t believe any of this just happened. You were amazing. Are you sure you’re really a virgin?” 
She blushed, “Well…I never said anything about giving oral sex.”
***AN EARLY PRESENT***
I was on my computer late that afternoon working on a project for my job. But of course the main thing on my mind were things I had done just a few short hours ago. And I didn’t need to wait much longer to get that awkward discussion out of the way as she knocked on the door.
“Still busy?” she asked. “Can we talk?”
She looked more innocent and youthful than earlier today. Her light brown hair was neatly combed and tucked behind her ear. She wasn’t wearing any make up.
“Sure,” I replied. “I’ve been meaning for us to talk about what we did; I just couldn’t think of the right words yet.”
“I’ve been going through the same thing myself. I just wanted to see if you were mad at me or anything because I know I went a little far. It was a spur the moment thing to be honest.”
“How can I be mad at you for something we did together? I know it was absolutely wrong for that to happen between us, but frankly, I haven’t felt that good in a really long time. It’s been a while since I’ve been with a woman.”
“I could tell,” she smiled. ” I’ve noticed that you sometimes check out my legs whenever I wear shorts. I thought it was weird at first, but I also found it to be kind of hot that you would be looking at me like that.”
“Was I that obvious? I try my best not to look, but you’ve become such a beautiful young woman.”
A heart-felt smile appeared on her face, “It’s going to be our first Christmas apart and I have a special gift for you. Do you want it now?”
“Something tells me that I do, and that I’m really going to like it,” I replied.
She reached down and started pulling her gown up. My eyes focused on the lower half of her body as it was being revealed to me; starting from her bare feet, to her calves, to her milky white thighs, and finally to her exposed cleanly shaven crotch. She held up her gown around her waist to show me her naked mid-section, but what especially stood out the red gift bow that covered her vagina. 
“This is my gift to you,” she said in a gentle voice. “Only if you’ve changed your mind of course.”
I was speechless for a second. Here was a beautiful young woman with her private area exposed to me, asking me to deflower her. Most men dream of this opportunity, and my lust and love for her got the better of my judgment. 
“Nicole, I would be honored to be your first.”
Her eyes lit up for a moment and she pulled the night gown over her head and stood completely uninhibited of her nudity. Her arms were by her side and she didn’t say a word. She didn’t look nervous, but she clearly wanted me to make the first move. So I did, standing up and walking over to her.
“You look perfect,” I said to her.
A look of excitement came over her face. “Thank you. And I’m still waiting for you to unwrap your present.”
I casually got on my knees; and with my face in front of her crotch, I pulled the red bow covering her vagina and tossed it to the floor. Her womanhood looked so beautiful. Her light brown labia was thick and ran straight down the middle of the opening between her legs.