Climax Taboo Erotic Collection

by Kelly Fleming

  She finished her drink and excused herself to the ladies room. I watched as she walked in her ultra hot outfit through the bar as men's eyes followed. I went back to the bar to order two more drinks and the young man who had been staring asked if the lady I was with was my date. I replied that she was my wife, and he complemented me on how gorgeous and sexy she is. I thanked him, and in a moment of weakness asked if he wanted to get to know her. He enthusiastically agreed, and I hatched a scheme. I told him to wait until I dropped a napkin as a signal. Then he was to come to our table, where I would offer for him to sit next to Sheila. Then I instructed him to slowly after some conversation, rest his hand on her thigh. Then he could slowly inch it upward, if she allowed, and we would take it from there. I cautioned him to be careful, because this scheme might not work.

  I was seated back at our table when Sheila came back and sat down. She had a huge mischievous grin on her face, and I asked what it was for. "Oh, nothing." she replied flippantly. After about ten minutes, she leaned forward and said "By 'nothing', I meant that's what I'm wearing under my skirt. I went to the bathroom and took off my underwear." If what she said was true, then my new friend at the bar was staring directly at her bare privates. I immediately drained my glass and went to the bar for another because I wanted to see what there was to see. Sure enough, she had removed her panties and was sitting with her legs comfortably wide open. Even in the dim lighting it was evident that her pussy was exposed. I looked at the young man and said "Screw the napkin, just come on over."

  He walked back to the table with me and I introduced him to Sheila as Tim, who was visiting on business from out of town. In a joking manner, I said "The lighting in here is funny, Sheila. From the bar it looked to Tim and me like you have no panties on." and chuckled. Tim chuckled too, and rested his hand under the table on her thigh, like I had suggested. She didn't say a word, and we continued to converse. After a while, Sheila's face became red and her voice was raspy and she asked for a glass of water. I went to the bar and looked back. I could see Tim's hand squarely on Sheila's bare crotch, and he was slowly rubbing up and down. As I watched, Sheila leaned toward him and opened her mouth. He met her and they french kissed as I could see him fingering her. I took my time, allowing them to make out before I returned. They stopped kissing, and Sheila's nipples were as hard as rocks. They sat facing me, with Tim's hand rubbing her crotch, and I could tell that her hand was planted on his package.

  "Tim," I said, "I can tell that Sheila would like to invite you to our place for some more fun, but we're living in her parents basement, so we have nowhere to go." Tim said he was staying in a hotel with a business associate, and that he didn't think his roommate would mind a little company, so we could go there. Sheila suggested that we just get in our mini-van and go somewhere quickly because she was getting overheated.

  We went out to the van, and Sheila and Tim got in the farthest back seats with the middle row of seats folded down. I drove away and said "Alright you two, I'll agree to drive to the hotel alone up here, but you have to narrate everything that goes on back there in return."

  "For starters," Sheila began "my feet are up on the seat in front of me and Tim's got a finger in my snatch."

  "Now he's rubbing my left tit through my shirt."

  I looked in the rear-view mirror, but couldn't really see anything.

  "Sheila," I ordered, "You need to remove your shirt." I could hear the rustle of fabric as she pulled her top off over her head.

  "Tim?" I asked. "What do you think of her tits?"

  "They're magnificent!" he replied.

  "Yes, I know," I prompted, "but how do they taste?"

  I could hear Sheila sigh as Tim leaned forward and tasted her breasts.

  "Sheila," I prodded "You haven't told me what Tim's doing now."

  "Well," She wheezed, "He's licking at my nipples, and nipping at them with his lips, while he is rubbing my clit with his fingers."

  "What's his cock like?" I asked.

  She replied "He hasn't taken it out yet, but it felt huge when I was rubbing it through his pants in the bar."

  Without further prompting, I could hear Tim unfastening his trousers. "Okay." he stated, "I took my pants off."

  "Sheila?" I asked.

  "Hmmm?" She mumbled.

  "It's too late," Tim interrupted. "She's got my dick in her mouth. Oh God she's good at that! OOOH!" he exclaimed.

  "What's going on back there?"

  Tim answered "She's kneeling on her seat with her ass in the window, and she's swallowing my knob the best I've ever had! AAARGH!"

  I heard a slurp as Sheila released her lip lock on Tim's cock. "Do you think people can see my ass through the window?" she asked. The windows in the back of the van are pretty smoky and dark, so I switched on the overhead dome lights. I could see her skirt pulled up around her hips and her bare ass was inches from the window. "Stop that! Turn those off!" Sheila barked. I laughed and turned them back off again. She said nothing more, but I could hear her hum as she continued to suck Tim's cock. She slurped and said Tim had a nice long, thick cock and that she wanted it inside her.

  We stopped at a red light and I could hear movement behind me so I reminded them to give me a play-by-play of what was going on back there.

  Tim said "She is straddling me with her tits in my face and ...oooh...lowering herself...onto my cock...aaah."

  I once again switched on the dome lights and looked in the rear-view mirror and watched my wife's naked back slowly rising and lowering, and her head was thrown back as she rode her friends cock. Her skirt was still on, so I couldn't see her ass, or Tim's cock between her cheeks. I heard a car horn and realized the traffic light had turned green and we were now a spectacle as people could look into the lighted van and see my wife riding this man, her bare breasts high enough to be visible through the windows. I almost came in my pants knowing people could see my wife's naked breasts as she sat on the man's lap. Both Sheila and Tim were oblivious to the situation because they were so caught up in their hot fucking. I released my foot from the brake and accelerated through the intersection, but waited several seconds before turning the dome light back off.

  The two of them moaned and gasped as I drove. I again reminded them of their obligation to narrate. This time Sheila chimed in, breathing heavily, finding it difficult to talk. "I'm still in his lap with his cock in me, but I'm now facing forward and he is reaching around squeezing my tit with his left hand and rubbing my clit with his right. You really should see this. At the next red light, turn the lights on again and look back here." She apparently was aware that I had the light on previously, and I was surprised she was willing to risk me doing it again. She is a fairly well known attorney locally, and being seen like that was very risky. Not to mention the fact that she is still fertile and was fucking our new friend without a condom.

  It wasn't too long before we reached another red light at a moderately busy intersection. I once again nearly came in my pants as I switched on the dome light and looked in the rear view mirror.

  I really couldn't see much of Tim. What I could see was that Sheila had removed her skirt, but still had the thigh highs on. I could see Tim's legs sticking out between Sheila's and watched as he kneaded one of her breasts with one hand as the other hand rubbed her clit in a circular motion. She was rocking back and forth and breathing heavily. Once again, car horns signaled that the light had turned green and we were blocking traffic. I saw Sheila's eyes as they looked out the windows of the van and she realized that she was a live porn show in public. Our eyes met and she started moaning and squealing before she exclaimed "Aaaah! I'm cumming! Oh God that's good! Fuck me! I'm cumming!" She threw her head back and thrashed around as the mountainous orgasm ripped through her naked body. This time, I couldn't avoid the oncoming train of my own orgasm as I watched my wife cum while being watched by people in the intersection. I proceeded through the intersection cautiously, finding it difficult to drive while cumming in my slacks. Again, aft
er a block or so, I turned off the interior lights.

  I was afraid Sheila would come to her senses after having her orgasm, and was pleasantly surprised that she just continued riding Tim. Within a few minutes, we reached Tim's hotel and he had not yet cum. I parked the van in the well lit hotel lot, close to a lamppost that nicely illuminated the van's interior. I opened the small wing windows in the back of the van and turned off the ignition. Sheila was still riding Tim as I climbed out of the van and closed the door. I walked several yards away and looked back and could easily see Sheila naked as she was now facing Tim and was riding up and down and rubbing her full breasts on his face. I could hear Tim's moans increasing through the open wing windows and I knew his orgasm was near.

  "Oh! Ohh! I'm gonna cum!" Suddenly I saw Sheila climb off and her head disappeared from sight. Tim's moans and grunts continued and I realized Sheila had slipped back down and was sucking him through his orgasm! She had never even taken a load of mine in her mouth!

  Tim's moans and noises subsided and I walked back to the van and climbed back into the driver's seat. I turned around and saw Tim, slouched in his seat with Sheila's head on his chest. Sheila had a hand on his cock and was licking the tip of it. It was the first time I had actually seen his cock, and Sheila was right. It was already softening, but was still twice the length of mine. She smiled at me and I could see her cum splattered face. He had cum all over her face, in her hair, it was dripping off her chin, and globs were on her neck and breasts. It had been an epic cum load. Again, I assumed Sheila was ready to go home now that she had fulfilled my fantasy. She had entertained my "weird" desire and was done.

  But I was wrong.

  I asked her if she was ready to go home now, and she calmly said "No, I'd like to use Tim's bathroom to clean up." I understood that completely. That's when she rocked my world.

  "Besides, Tim says he has a friend here in the hotel. I haven't fucked him yet."

  More to cum.

  The End.

  Late to the Theater

  You know how I dislike riding in taxicabs, but you insist we take one to the theater. We have been waiting to see this revival of 'The Little Foxes' for weeks. I notice when you gave instructions to the driver you handed him an envelope when you thought I was not looking. What are you up to?

  The odors in the cab make me cringe, but your perfume overrides them. It is my favorite, White Diamonds. You snuggle close to me, your skirt riding up on your thighs, sheer stockings shining in the passing lights. I see you are wearing the necklace and earrings I gave you for your birthday and I smile.

  Traffic is heavy this time of night, so we edge along in fits and starts. I wonder if we will miss the opening curtain, but you laugh and tell me not to worry. The scent of your perfume is intoxicating, it fills the dreary space where we are sitting and your body is warm against mine.

  I feel your hand on my knee, sliding up under the hem of my dress, your breath hot in my ear. I look at the driver; can he see what you are doing? Your fingers creep upward; your fingernails grazing my thighs and I cannot resist spreading them. Your lips brush mine as your fingers graze my silk covered pussy. No, please, what are you doing, someone will see. The driver will see. Why is it taking so long to reach the theater?

  I open my mouth to speak, but you place a finger on my lips, kissing me softly. You snuggle closer, fueling my longing to feel your skin against mine. Your fingers caress my pussy through the sheer fabric and a moan escapes my lips. What will the driver think?

  You ease my panty crotch aside and stroke my wet lips. Your head drops to my breasts and you lick my cleavage. I lift from the seat and you tug my flimsy panties down and off. I shiver as your fingers enter me, twirling in my dampness, caressing the silken walls. Your tongue skims the edge of my aureole, seeking the stiff nipple. I moan and pull my dress down. Your mouth engulfs my aching nub as your thumb rubs my clit and your fingers thrust deep in my pussy.

  I have a clear view of the hurrying figures on the sidewalk, only feet away from the cab window. Can they see us? See you finger fucking me? Your wet tongue traces along my jaw line and you add a third finger to those squishing in my throbbing pussy. Oh God! I am helpless in my arousal. Fuck me my love, fuck me hard.

  I feel the pleasure rising in my body, suffusing me with warmth. I shudder as I raise my hips to meet your pumping fingers. I am close, so close, don't stop, don't stop...I forget everything, the driver, the taxi, the city. I live only for your lips, your tongue, your fingers...oh yes...do me...oh yessss...

  My back arches, you whisper "Cum for me my darling" and I cum for you drenching your hand. Your mouth grinds against mine, smearing our lipstick as you muffle my scream of pleasure. You rub my throbbing clit furiously, bringing me to the edge again, your hot tongue smothering another scream as I am cumming again on your marvelous fingers.

  I slump against the cab's door, the aroma of freshly fucked cunt filling the cabin. I'm sure the driver can smell it, the whole city can smell it, and I do not care.

  You pull me up and we embrace. You take my hand and push it between your spread thighs, kissing me deeply. I feel your bare pussy. You have gone commando you sexy slut! Now it's your turn and I tease you, stroking your labial lips with my forefinger, dipping in and out of your soaked pussy knowing you are fully aroused. My tongue circles your ear, and then proceeds down your neck and I nibble at your collarbone while my fingers rub your clit.

  Your breath comes in gasps as you are consumed with lust. You growl deep in your throat, grip my wrist and shove my hand into your dripping pussy. Our lips grind together as I fist you, my fingers squishing in your soaked folds, my thumb stroking your erect clit. You pull your dress aside and I suck on your thick nipple as you grip my arm and push my fingers further into you. Then you are bucking against me, little whimpers escaping your lips, cumming explosively, soaking my hand with your juices.

  We snuggle together, suffused with the afterglow and kissing softly as the taxi comes to a halt. I look up and see the entrance to our apartment building. We are home. I had forgotten about the theater.

  You see the questioning look in my eyes and you murmur, "We'll see the play tomorrow night, love. I've always wanted to fuck in a taxicab." Laughing, we tip the smiling driver generously and head for our apartment, our toys and our soft bed. The night has only begun and you are all mine.

  The End.

  Ella is a Pain

  Ella was a huge pain in the ass.

  She was a relative of mine who needed help moving into her new home, finding a doctor, getting to and from the appointments. Basically, she needed help in doing everything humanly possible for her.

  Above it all, she was depressed. When I asked her why, the answer was always the same.

  "I am 76 years old," she would say. "There is nothing for me now. I am an old woman."

  "You aren't that old," I would counter. But she would always give me a 'meh' sound, flick her hand at me, and dismiss any further comments.

  Now Ella wasn't all that old looking. She was short, about 5'2", and weighed in at about 135 pounds. But what amazed me was two things. First off, the first time she met me, I had made a racy remark to her about something, and her nipples damn near knocked me into next week. They were about the size of a good cigar, and at least half an inch long. The other thing that was enticing about Ella was a simple fact: she never had children. It made me wonder, would she still be tight?

  Now, as I was visiting her over my lunch hour from the plant, she went into the old routine, "I am so old Gerry."

  "You're not old Ella."

  "I am too. I just can't do all the things I used to."

  "Like what?"

  "You know, stuff." Not really a brain-teaser statement, given that even at 76, her nipples immediately began to get hard.

  I leaned back into the chair and stared at her. "Ella, are we talking about sex?"

  She made the famous, meh sound, and waved me off. But the nipple barometer notched itself up a little
higher.

  "You are talking about sex aren't you?" She just stared at me, the fact I had found her out, was pushing her mind into high gear.

  Although given how little she could do on her, I wondered how far she would get. "I don't think I need to talk to you about that. You're my nephew."

  "I am your nephew by marriage. Not really a relative. And Ella, there is no one else here, but you and I. Who is going to know what we talk about?"

  "I don't know Gerry. It seems, funny."

  I smiled at her. "It only seems funny to you."

  She didn't say a word for a moment, then looked at the floor. "I don't know."

  "How long has it been," I wondered out loud, "since you made love with anyone."

  "You mean my Johnny?"

  "Anyone, Ella."

  She fidgeted for a moment, then looked up at me. "About 30 years."

  "Years?" I asked incredulously.

  "About."

  "Holy shit Ella. Haven't you missed it----Making love?" By now her nipples must have been in pain, they were so erect, pushing the material of her blouse and bra towards me.

  "Yes."

  "Wow, I can't imagine having gone that long without sex. Would have driven me crazy." As soon as I said it, I knew she wouldn't see the irony in the statement—given her current situation. But I thought it was shit-funny.

  "I know. But all the men my age, who might be interested, aren't interested in anything other than a bridge partner. No one wants anything to do with sex."

  I shook my head in wonder. "I can't believe that."

  She leaned towards me, and whispered in a conspiratorial tone, "and they don't have a clue what to do anyways." She leaned back, and gave her famous, "meh," and was done with the thought, and tossed herself back into the chair. "It drives me crazy," she said. "Just thinking about it, makes me crazy."

  "You look a little tense, Ella."

  That seemed to deflate her a little. "Yeah. A bit. It's all this talk about sex. And you're my nephew."