Climax Taboo Erotic Collection

by Kelly Fleming

  I kiss my way up your body as you start coming back down, landing after your trip into outer space or should I say inner space? Wherever we humans go in those moments of intense and unrelenting ecstasy. You're panting, sweaty and happy, as I reach your lips. I get to kiss the most beautiful and wonderful woman in the world. We both know that you won't be getting up in a while, that you need to regain some energy. It isn't much of a surprise therefore when you ask me to move a certain part of my anatomy closer to your lips. Straddling your chest I again watch you devour me. One of your hands playing just at the root of my sack as your lips engulf me. In a moment when your mouth is empty you tell me that it's your favourite part of me. In a moment when I can keep my eyes open I tell you how beautiful you are to me. You can't seem to keep your bosom out of this game either and feeling you use it upon me drives me insane with lust. The fact that you've been groping and clawing at my bum with your other hand hasn't helped me keep my sanity intact.

  When I ask if you're ready to go again I can see your eyes light up with that feverish desire that made me want you in the first place and has kept me at your side all these years. I can't help but let my fingers explore the deep of your wet well before letting the proper tool do the job. Those lips that you have down there are truly amazing. Thick and full they're just as beautiful as those surrounding your mouth. Now I let those other lips of yours taste and nibble at the tip of my most delicate spear. God how I want you. With your legs spread wide I slowly push home, little by little. Fighting the urge to just slam inside and then keep slamming until I'm completely spent. Neither of us can seem to keep our eyes open as I explore your secrets. I find myself gasping and moaning almost as much as you did just a little while earlier. The pleasure in this act is delicious. I lean forward to kiss and get met by your hungry lips. Going slowly to leave plenty of room for acceleration. The primitive parts of my brain want to slam into you so hard that your back touches the floor having gone through the mattress and broken the bed.

  Slowly I start going faster and faster, fighting to restrain myself just a little even though all of my body keeps crying out for me not to. My rewards are your more and more plentiful moans and the way your fingernails keep scratching my back. The quick thought that I might have to wear a t-shirt when the kids get back flashes through my head. Grinding against you, not content with just sliding in and out but also rubbing my whole groin against yours, just because I have to. Because I can never get too much or even enough of your skin, your body, touching mine. If I could I would spend all day every day just holding you tight so that our skins made contact as much as physically possible.

  Plundering you onwards I go faster and harder. Sex can be hard work but I barely notice that I'm sweating. But then so are you which makes our skins slippery as they touch one another. Sliding against each other as we make passionate love. I wish every day could be like this, every second of every hour of every day. God I'm going crazy. But then it's you that makes me go this way. Your effect on me cannot be overstated or overestimated. You are the goddess of my desire and I wish for nothing more than to be allowed to worship you. Worshipping you in a way which we both greatly enjoy.

  An idea strikes me, or perhaps rather more of a desire. A desire I've been feeling all day. I pause and ask if you feel able to get up a bit. When you say yes but ask why I tell you or rather ask you, beg you, to go stand on all fours on the bed. With a naughty smile you comply. You're so sexy in this position. I simply have to grope, nibble on and even gently bite your behind before re-entering. Your back enchants me and I must kiss it. Kissing your neck to because I have to. Taking you in this position like an animal, holding you tight to feel your skin against mine. My wandering hands seeking out your bosom and then one of them seeking out your rosebud. Just holding you like this turns me on even more and I can barely control my pace as I start moving, a couple of fingers on each hand playing with your buttons. I feel aggressive, sexually aggressive. I just want to fuck and take and thrust. Watching, feeling and hearing your pleasure is the factor that keeps me going and makes me go harder. Your pleasure adds infinitely to my own.

  You can barely keep the front part of your body up and in the end you fall down on the bed with your head and chest, your rear still facing upwards and egging me on. I keep plundering you, I have to. My consciousness is dominated by desire and for all my intellect at this point in time it's my body that's completely in charge. I couldn't stop even if I knew that climaxing would kill me, rather I would seek death with ever increasing vigour. I'm breathing like I was coming up on the last stretch of a marathon, fatigued yet fighting to keep going. I can feel you shuddering under me and when I open my eyes I catch a glimpse of you biting into a pillow, I'm biting into my own lip myself. Harder and harder. The bed is shaking but there's nobody else at home to hear us. We're free to be the sexual animals that we truly are inside. I lift you up, with what strength I do not know, for the last few thrusts.

  Holding you close to me I keep going like a man possessed, without that pillow in your mouth your loud moans reverberated around the bedroom and probably throughout the whole house. Finally we can both let go. I feel your cunt convulsing around my member, squeezing it and helping to milk it over the edge. Pushing me into oblivion. I think I scream, I must have because the release is so sweet and yet so forceful that it feels like it's ripping me apart from inside. I keep going to milk every last ounce of pleasure but with each thrust I get more and more tired and with the cramp in my limbs lessening I feel my whole body going limp and flaccid. The only hard part still being inside of you. With every last centilitre of my spine released into you I hold you tight, still needing the sensation of your skin against my own. As all the raw energy inside of me is used up I begin to tremble with fatigue. None of us that sure on our feet anymore we collapse onto the bed. The last few weak and pathetic thrusts that I make are made when we're lying side by side, spooning on the bed. My weary arms gently caressing your hair. Each of us twitching now and then as every little move one of us makes creates a short and sweet burst of pleasure, aftershocks infinitely smaller than the big earthquakes we've just felt but still excessively pleasurable.

  I kiss your neck, gently, sweetly. Tired and sweaty I begin telling you how much I've wanted this, yearned for this. Thought about it for days, every time we've gone to bed together. Telling you how lucky I feel for having you. You answer that it's only fearing that your own moans would wake up the kids that you don't jump me every night whether I'm awake or not. We agree to savour each opportunity we get, as we have agreed to so many times before. We just can't seem to ever get too much or even enough of each other... I just hope our kids will one day find somebody that they like as much...

  The End.

  Just for Her

  "Ready?" James asked.

  She couldn't imagine how the night could get any better. Dinner and dessert at her favorite restaurant, a moon lit stroll... perfection.

  "Open your eyes!" He had led her into their bathroom, where he had prepared a candle-lit bubble bath. She'd never seen so many bubbles; they were positively spilling out of the tub. "Get in and relax, I will be right back."

  She tested the water with her toe. It was perfect. She slid in and let out a deep sigh, feeling completely enveloped in warmth. She closed her eyes until heard his footsteps. He reappeared with a tropical mixed drink for her. His eyes twinkled as he handed it to her. She took a sip and closed her eyes again, savoring the moment. She made a small noise of protest as he took the glass from her, but she obliged, keeping her eyes closed. She heard the small click of a bottle being opened, then felt his strong hands on her scalp, massaging as he washed her hair. He knew that having her hair washed was very relaxing to her. She felt the tension in her body begin to melt away. "This must be what Heaven feels like," she thought to herself.

  His hands expertly kneaded her scalp, neck and shoulders until she felt completely calm and at peace. Then he presented her with a small tray that held her favori
te soaps. "Stay here and relax for a bit, I will come back in later to help you dry off." She carefully bathed herself. She loved the way this soap smelled, and she wanted to make sure she used enough that the scent would linger on her skin. After she finished, she simply laid there, letting it soak in. Just as the water started to cool a bit, he was back. He took her hand and helped her step out of the tub, carefully drying her with a large, fluffy towel. She was not used to this much assistance and was surprised at how much she enjoyed it. As James dried her hair, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply. She was taken aback when he stopped her. "Not yet" he whispered.

  After she was dried, he pulled something out of his pocket. "I want you to wear this for your next surprise." She unwrapped the small gift, revealing a silk blindfold. She was confused, but the rest of the night had been so amazing she could only believe that this was the start of something equally wonderful. He helped her put it on. "Can you see anything? Be honest."

  "Nothing at all." she replied, holding her hands out to try and regain her bearings.

  "Good, follow me." He took her hand began to walk. She knew the layout of the house well enough to know he had led her to their bedroom. He gently laid her down on the bed. The feeling of the soft, cool sheets on her bare skin was wonderful. "Please raise your arms up" he asked softly. She felt cool silk wrapping around her wrists. He was tying her to the bed. This was not something they normally did, so now she was really curious as to what he had in store.

  "Try to get free."

  She moved her arms, but it didn't work. "I can't."

  "Good." He replied. Though she couldn't see him, she could tell from his voice that he was grinning. She felt his hand trace her collarbone, softly and slowly. He began to kiss her neck. She had been waiting all night for this, his hands felt so good. A small moan escaped her lips. He leaned up and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Don't go anywhere, I will be right back." Don't go anywhere? How could she? She had to admit that she was getting a bit frustrated at this point. The whole evening had been so wonderful, why start teasing her now? She strained to hear what was going on. Nothing for a few minutes. Then some small sounds. A door opening? The closet? She heard a drawer slide open and the sound of someone looking through it. Footsteps came toward the bed and she felt a light tickle on her side- feathers! He must have gotten into her drawer of toys and pulled out the tickler. He lightly traced up and down her thighs, around her stomach. She could feel his breath on her. It was amazing how heightened her other senses seemed now that sight was taken away.

  She felt a soft kiss on her thigh. His face felt smoother than it had before, had he shaved? The thought of him running off to quickly shave while she lay there blindfolded and tied to the bed amused her. The thoughts of amusement left her as the kisses moved. She felt a finger slowly trace the crease between her thigh and her pussy, followed by a warm, wet mouth gently probing her. Her breath caught- it felt amazing. His fingers gently drew her swollen lips apart to allow him better access. He softly licked and sucked at her. She began to moan. She wasn't sure if it was the heightened senses, or the restraints, but something about this felt different. "Yes... don't stop" She sighed. She was already close to the edge. She bucked her hips against him as his technique continued to surprise and delight her. She was unsure where he'd learned these new tricks, but they were certainly having the right effect on her. Her moaning grew louder and louder until she screamed out, her body shaking uncontrollably. A soft chuckle of appreciation came from between her legs. She felt the blood drain from her face as she realized why it felt different. It wasn't James's voice. She struggled against the restraints.

  She felt a hand on her shoulder and heard her James's voice. "Shhh.... I'm right here. Everything is okay."

  "What is going on?" she stammered. She was confused. Had she had too much to drink and imagined someone else's voice? He kissed her softly and she began to relax. Then it dawned on her. When he kissed her, he didn't feel shaved. The face between her legs did. "Who is in here?! I want to know what is going on!"

  "I think it is time for your final surprise, my love." James whispered, as he removed her blindfold. Her frightened eyes searched his, trying to find some hint as to what was going on and why. It was then that she noticed. Standing at the foot of the bed was Sean. She'd often fantasized about him, but here he was, actually in her bedroom. She looked again at James and he smiled tenderly. "You talk in your sleep, Love. At first I admit, I was a bit jealous, but then the thought of you with another man started to excite me. I've seen the way he looks at you, so I asked if he'd be willing to help me make this night special for you." He untied her restraints.

  "Are you sure?"

  He held her face in his hands and looked into her eyes. "I'm sure. I love you more than anything else, and nothing pleases me more than seeing you be pleased."

  She turned to face Sean, unsure of what to say. She had a sudden fear that this was all just a dream, too good to be true. What if she woke up? She threw her arms around Sean and kissed him passionately. The sensation was completely different than she was used to. He had a totally different taste, scent, and feeling than James. The newness excited her. He held her against him as she looked back at James, who gave a nod as if to say, "Go ahead."

  If this was her night, she was going to make the most of it. She kissed Sean hard, pushing him back onto the bed. She tore at his clothes, wasting no time in removing them. Their hands explored one another as James looked on. He rarely saw her so animal, he loved it. She focused her attention on the new cock she had in front of her. James kept himself trimmed, but Sean was completely shaved, which intrigued her. His penis was a bit longer than James's, but not as thick. It was also arrow straight. James had always joked that his was "curved for her pleasure." She lightly ran her hand down the length of Sean's throbbing member and placed the tip between her lips, wondering how it would feel to have him inside of her. He writhed in pleasure. She had always enjoyed giving oral; it was fascinating for James to be at this vantage point, seeing how he must look when she took him in her mouth.

  James shifted around uncomfortably. His own cock was stiff and in need of some attention, the absent-minded stroking he'd been giving it while watching her go down on Sean was no longer satisfying enough. He positioned himself behind her and began to massage her clit. She moaned, which Sean clearly appreciated. She was still soaking wet from the thorough tongue-lashing Sean had just given her. James positioned himself behind her and slipped his thick, hard cock into her hot, wet pussy.

  "Yes!" she cried, throwing her head back while continuing to stroke Sean with her hand.

  "How does it feel to have two cocks at once?" James asked. "I bet you love it, don't you? The way you make all those cocks so hard for you."

  "Mmmm..." she sighed.

  "Would you like to be filled with two at once? Why don't you wrap that pretty little mouth of yours around Sean again?" That was all the coaxing she needed. As James slammed into her, she worked back and forth on Sean, taking in as much of him as she could. Soon they got a rhythm going.

  Sean was still in awe of what was going on. He'd never dared hoped he'd have a shot with her, let alone while James was there too. The build-up was becoming too intense "I'm almost there." he panted, running his hands over her breasts.

  She immediately took her hands and mouth off of Sean. "Not yet. Not until I am ready for you to." She sat back a bit and met James's thrusts; he was getting close too. "Come on baby," she cooed. "I want you to come on me" A few more pumps and she could feel James getting ready to burst. She quickly turned to face him and stared into his eyes as he pumped his hot seed onto her neck and chest. She lightly ran her fingers over it. James kissed her on the head and handed her a towel. She carefully cleaned herself, then turned back to Sean. "How are you feeling?" she asked.

  "A bit left out to be honest with you" he chuckled. His erection had started to drop a bit since she'd turned her attention from him.

  S
he smiled. "Well I couldn't let you go off before I had that gorgeous dick of yours inside of me, now could I?"

  Sean swallowed hard. He didn't dare hope that he'd get to actually fuck her. What would James think? He shot a nervous glance over to James, who winked at him. "What kind of friend would I be if I just invited you over to watch me fuck her and not let you in on it?" James asked.

  She smiled mischievously, as she straddled Sean. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "First I want you to use that mouth of yours a bit more." She whispered, lightly brushing a hardened nipple over his lips. He gladly obliged, taking it into his mouth and lightly nibbling. She threw her head back and moaned in delight. She began grinding herself against his smooth cock as he continued to suck and nip at her gorgeous tits. Her moans turned into excited squeaks. James had to laugh as he watched how worked up she was getting. Sean paused to look at her and she placed her hands on his chest, pushing him down so he was lying on the bed. She ran her hand up and down his cock, then positioned herself over him and slowly eased herself down.

  She placed her hands on his shoulders and began to slowly rock back and forth, gradually taking his entire length into her until she could feel her clitoris resting against the base of his dick. She moved slowly and deliberately, up and down, front to back, moving her hips in circles. "You feel amazing" She sighed.