Climax Taboo Erotic Collection

by Kelly Fleming

  She began to suckle on Erin's teat and she couldn't believe how erotic it felt. She held the girl's head and looked into her face; she noticed innocence and passion at the same time. After emptying one breast, she started on the other and soon Erin was milked dry. Although Erin was wishing for more kisses afterward, the girl had other ideas. She let herself slide down Erin's body and was soon at that secret place between her thighs. She felt her own legs spreading for this magical girl and then to her shock yet utter delight the girl put her lips to Erin's sex. This shock of pleasure by far the most intense in Erin's life was only to be replaced by the girl gluing her mouth to Erin's nub located at the top of her sex. Erin screamed aloud as her orgasm cascaded about her. Though not her first, it was the most intense of her young life. Again and again, the girl drew out these extreme climaxes until Erin became so sensitive she begged for the girl to stop.

  The girl crawled back up to be next to her and they lay together nestled as two spoons in a kitchen drawer, still panting with excitement as they held each other close. It was turning dark as evening came and Erin felt herself drifting off to sleep. Suddenly her eyes opened,

  "Dear girl what is your name I need to know your name."

  "My name be Aisling, now sleep my pretty for you have a busy day ahead."

  Erin fell into a deep sleep and when she awoke, it was morning. Aisling was gone, leaving Erin alone inside the fairy ring yet even more strange she was now fully dressed. When she stood, she could see her own cottage just down the hill, so home she went. Had this all been only a dream or had a fairy princess visited her. Whatever it had been it had managed to lift a great weight off her soul and she knew that her life would continue after all.

  When she walked in the door she saw Brian standing there with worry written all over his face.

  "Erin, oh thank god your back, I've been so worried I'd lost you forever."

  He grabbed her in his strong arms and swung her round and round. He carried her into their bedroom where he undressed her and then they made love for the first time since that fateful night so long ago. To Erin it was magical and she laughed as her husband sprayed his load deep inside her.

  "You know Brian you just made me with child again."

  "Oh I so hope so Erin, we need another child so we can get on with our lives."

  "I want you to know I'll be naming her Aisling and she will be a vision."

  Aisling was born to the Doyles almost nine months later to the day. She was healthy and strong, as she seemed to grow taller every day. She looked like her mother but was strong like her father and she had her mother's good humor. One day after school, Aisling was taking a shortcut home through the woods and she came to a girl sitting inside a raised circle in a grassy field. The girl smiled at her so Aisling said,

  "Hello what is your name?"

  "My name is the same as yours my dear, Aisling."

  "How so very strange, I've never heard of anyone else named the same as me."

  "Yes that is strange, so Aisling my guess is you are now eighteen, is that right?"

  "Why, yes that is right, in fact today is my birthday, I'm eighteen today."

  "That is splendid, come dear, sit beside me for I've much to teach you."

  The End.

  Financial Difficulties

  We got into some financial difficulty a few years ago. I'd borrowed a lot and Elaine and I spent too much over one Christmas on the kids and family. And then I lost my job. It was all very difficult and, as these things do, it affected our marriage profoundly. While we kept our troubles from the kids, Ellen and I talked about little else -- driving out all playfulness, intimacy and, of course, sex from our life. For me, the whole thing was undermining, emasculating... all the cliches. I was meant to provide for the family, to take care of the money. But it was Ellen who worked, holding down a decent job, leaving me to do the housework and childcare. Over time I lost touch with my friends as I became more focussed on our home and my work in it.

  Then one day we got the call we feared most -- a secretary from the bank phoned to set an appointment with the manager, a Mr Webb, for the very next day. Ellen and I barely slept that night. We talked and talked about what we would say, how we would try to win over Mr Webb, appealing to his sympathy. In a way I was relieved. The moment of crisis had come and it was all going to be faced, taken out of our hands and dealt with, one way or another.

  The next morning, I dressed in my best shirt, tie and suit. I'd not worn one in months. Ellen, who had taken the whole day off work, dressed as if she was going to seduce Mr Webb. She wore a dark grey business suit from her working days before the kids which now fitted like a second skin, bringing out her voluptuousness. Ellen left the jacket open except for one button. Her blouse gaped giving a great view of her deep, soft cleavage. The skirt ended just below the knee and clung to her hips. You could see the ridges of her suspenders outlined against her thighs. Her feet were encased in black four-inch heels. Her calves had that beautiful athletic bulge that stilettos give and her arse and wide hips stood out high and firm. Her lips and eyes were made up to bring out her pale beauty and her light ginger hair.

  Ellen is a beautiful 40-year-old. Her big grey-blues eyes are stunning when they hit you full beam. She has a demure, almost deferential manner, most of the time. But today, my wife was dressed like the office slut.

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  She used, before we had our three kids, to come home dressed in this sexy-working-girl way. I liked to jump her, fucking her on the floor, against the door, over the kitchen table, against the balcony window, immediately she walked in, her skirt yanked up and her panties pulled to the side or ripped off.

  My favourite memory from this time, one I masturbate to to this day, is of the first time I fucked Ellen in the arse. She had just walked through the door into the dark hall. Her back was turned to me as she hung up her coat on the back of the door. I walked up to her fast, pushing her against the coats. Immediately I forced her skirt up. She wasn't wearing any panties, as usual, just hold up stockings.

  "You are a slut. You're dressed for fucking?" I whispered angrily in her ear. "Are you dressed like this for me or for your lover? Or did he keep your panties as a souvenir?"

  She said nothing, just grunted as I forced three fingers into her vagina and pulled my hard cock out of my pants. She was wet -- she always was when she dressed like this. I drove straight into her hard, no delicacy. She gave a little scream.

  "You're all sloppy," I hissed at her. "Have you been fucking some huge-dicked man at work? Is that his cum I can feel? You are a cock-hungry slut, my love. Fucked at work and coming home for more?"

  I thrust into her, crushing her against the door, driving my excitement and my fury higher and higher at the imagined infidelity, my fantasy of her sluttishness. She arched her arse up to me. My cock came out of her as she moved. As I thrust back at her my dick was in suddenly against her arse, just the tip. I stopped briefly to see if Ellen would protest. She said nothing, and she didn't move. She just panted. I put my hand around my penis and carefully held the tip right against her tight arsehole. I pushed slowly into her, all the way. I held still, both of us getting used to the new sensation. Ellen was breathing fast, her mouth wide, but she didn't make a sound. No cry of pai, no moan, no objection or encouragement. I took hold of her hips and started fucking her very slowly.

  "Do you like this bitch?" She whimpered then. I was flummoxed -- was this a yes or a no? "Am I the first to sodomise you?" Again, no answer. "No? Is this how your lovers like to do you, fuck you in the arse like some cheap corner whore?"

  I pulled myself right out, so that only my cock head was inside Ellen. With all my weight and strength, I forced myself hard and fast into her. I wanted to hurt her, punish her. Ellen screamed, a high shout at the pain. Two or three thrusts, each accompanied by a high bark from Ellen and I held myself deep inside her, let cock spurt and twitch. When I'd finished, I wrenched myself out of her fast, again deliberately hurting her. She
gave a little yell and slowly fell to her knees, crumpling onto her side.

  He white arse was exposed and leaking cum streaked with a little blood. Her fleshy hips and arse were marked where my fingers had dug into her hard. There would be bruises. I looked at her for a few seconds, feeling powerful. I bent over, scooping up some cum that had leaked from her. I brought my fingers to her lips. She kept them shut and tried to turn away. I smeared the seamen on all over her face, scooping my mess from her leaking arse several times and soiling her face with it. I went back to the kitchen to finish my beer.

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  That night we talked about what had happened. Ellen told me that it had felt like being raped. She admitted that it had been very exciting and that while I sat in the kitchen finishing my beer she had silently brought herself to an orgasm with fingers against her clit.

  We cuddled late into the night, talking about my fantasy of her fucking others, of how excited she got playing the slut. We fucked again, slowly and tenderly, and after I'd cum inside Ellen, she did one of her favourite sexual things -- she had me lie on my back and straddled my face. I licked her cunt clean of my sperm as she came, and came and came.

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  That was a long time ago, ten years, and so much has changed. I am not the lover, the man, I was then. As I watched her come down the stairs my cock grew immediately hard at the overt sexiness of her clothes. Ellen looked at me and a little smile crossed her face, half hidden behind her fringe.

  "Cool it Jack. This is not for you. I want to turn Mr Webb's head. I couldn't decide whether to wear panties... but perhaps he'd be able to smell my wetness if I went bare. It's possible to be too slutty, isn't it?"

  My heart sank and my cock throbbed. I felt faint. She was enjoying this, my discomfort, and she was really enjoying playing the slut again. I was completely in her power. I wondered what she wanted from the appointment at the bank. Ellen pulled up her skirt, past the stockings to show me the wet front of her frilly black knickers. I went straight to my knees and crawled towards her. I pushed my nose and mouth into her and breathed in deeply, rubbing my nose into her groove of her lips and licking the gauzy front of her panties. Stunned, I realised she'd shaved herself absolutely clean of hair. She let me do this for a few seconds and then grabbed my hair hard in her fist. "Get off me you dirty little dog. We need to go. Can't be late for Mr Webb."

  I calmed down a little as I drove to the bank. We were silent. Ellen looked straight ahead composing herself. She hadn't dressed like this for many, many months. My getting on my knees and sniffing her cunt, like a "dirty little dog", was the only form of sexual contact we'd had in weeks. I forced myself to focus on the meeting with Mr Webb, get my mind on the task ahead.

  At the bank we were ushered into a back office and offered a tea. Mr Webb eventually swept in, a great bear of a man of about 55 years old, very tall and fat and very, very black. We both jumped up nervously. He smiled mildly at me and shook my hand, crushing it until I winced. He took E's hand and shook it slowly and gently, holding on to it far too long. He smiled at her revealing a great mouth of white teeth. He looked her up and down, scrutinising her, making no attempt to hide his admiration.

  "Ellen. You look lovely. Thank you both for coming in. Sit, sit, please."

  He finally let go of her hand, got behind his desk and opened our file. He studied it for a few seconds, and looked up at us gravely.

  "This is not a pretty sight. We have a problem here, Jack. How are we going to resolve this?" His eyes focused on me, bore into me, until I have to look away. "If I call in the loans, you are going to have to sell your home," he said gravely. Suddenly I felt like crying. I knew he was playing with me, but I felt overwhelmed and vulnerable. "But I have some... room for discretion here. I think we need to reschedule your loans and convert them into your mortgage and then look at you spending and income. This can be done, though it is going to entail a bit of sacrifice. What do you think?"

  He was staring and smiling at Ellen, shamelessly looking at her tits. She sat straight and forward in her seat. Her knees set primly together, her bunched fists resting on them. This had the effect of pressing together her tits, and pushing them at Mr Webb.

  "Whatever you can do for us Mr Webb... we will be tremendously grateful, very appreciative. Won't we Jack."

  "I know you will Ellen, I know you will," he said, grinning. "Did I tell you Jack, what a lucky man you are to have such a... sexy and devoted wife."

  "I am devoted Mr Webb. I will do anything for my family," Ellen went on simpering.

  "That's great," he laughed.

  I grinned at them both, nodding like an idiot. I was in a surreal nightmare. Ellen was flirting outrageously, offering herself to him. I was being set up and I was getting hard on the humiliation of knowing exactly where this was going. Finally, I found my voice.

  "Of course, Mr Webb, we appreciate anything you can do for us. And, if we need to make a sacrifice, we will make it. We want to keep our family together, and in our home. We are desperate. Anything you can do... anything we can do..." I trailed off, realising I was begging.

  I looked over at Ellen. She smiled and reached over to pat my hand reassuringly. The rest of the meeting was a bit of blur. Mr Webb pulled out a succession of forms and talked us through them in a patronising manner. He explained it all and it all seemed to make sense. At no point did I feel that I had any option but to go along with this powerful black man who wanted my wife as his plaything.

  Ellen was at my side, holding my hand, comforting me, leading me on to do as I was being told. Mr Webb had taken us in hand and he was going to sort it all out for us -- at a price. Then he called in his secretary who took me off to a side office where I sat at a desk and tried to concentrate on the forms, signing each one, reading some, completely distracted by what might be going on in the next door office. I could hear talking but not the precise words and occasionally Ellen's best flirtatious laugh rang out.

  It took about half an hour, but finally I gathered up the pile of forms and made my way back to Mr Webb's office. I knocked on the closed door and went in. They were standing by the window looking out, their backs to the room. Ellen was laughing at a joke of Mr Webb's that I hadn't heard. His hand was on her arse, cupping it, the fingers pressing into the junction of her thighs and cheeks. As I walked in they looked over at me. Mr Webb's hand moved off Ellen's arse only very slowly, giving her a long lingering, proprietorial stroke. As she turned back into the room, Ellen clumsily buttoned up her blouse.

  "All done," I said meekly.

  Finally he let go of her arse, patting it firmly. Ellen gave a little giggle. Mr Webb checked the forms, we thanked him profusely, said our goodbyes and were ushered out of the bank into the bright day.

  On the way home we were silent for part of the journey, each deep in thought. "Ellen, he was touching you on the arse," I said sullenly. "Why did you let him do that? Your blouse was undone. What happened?"

  This was such a stupid question, and I knew it, but I had to ask. I felt I was in a dream, automatically playing my role of the jealous husband about to be cuckolded.

  "Oh Jack, what a child you are," Ellen said, laughing gently. "Mr Webb felt my tits up too. My nipples are still hard and I am soaking between the legs. Here feel this."

  She grabbed a hand off the steering wheel and pulled it under her skirt and against her cunt. She was very wet against her panties. I yanked my hand away in anger.

  "He showed me his huge cock and I touched it. He asked me out for a date. Tonight, we're going for dinner. I didn't feel able to say no and I didn't want to. Remember the 'sacrifice' you were so willing to make. That's me. And to tell you the truth, I'm looking forward to it."

  "You can't go out with him," I shouted back. "He will want to... to... to fuck you. He's big and ugly and fat and smug and old and black. He'll turn you into his slut."

  "Don't be racist. Of course he wants to fuck me. He wants his reward. We got into this situation and he has
offered us a way out. That's the deal. Live with it. And maybe I want to be a slut for him. Maybe I want a little of that huge cock. God knows, I'm not getting any elsewhere."

  I looked at her in shock. She turned on me, her eyes flashing in cold anger.

  "Don't play the innocent with me. I am the one whoring myself to keep our home and family together. You have forfeited your rights as the man of the house. You can't provide for us and you have not been able to satisfy me for some time. I need a proper man to take care of me properly."

  By the time we parked the car out the front of our house I was exhausted and near tears. Ellen softened.

  "It's ok baby. It's going to be fine. Let's go inside."

  I burst into tears as she led me into the house by the hand. Ellen sat me in the sitting room in the big armchair and took charge. She called her mum and asked her to pick the kids up from school, keep them for the night and take them swimming the next morning, a Saturday. She explained that she and I needed some time together.

  After she hung up and walked up to me briskly, stooped slightly and slapped me hard on the cheek.

  "Stop that snivelling you useless little wimp."

  I was shocked by her sudden violence and tried desperately to stop myself bursting into tears again. My cheek burnt hot and the sound of the slap rang in my ears. I stopped crying, but must still have looked pitiful to her. She was, of course, superb, imperious and overwhelming.

  Ellen stood there close and looming over me, her hands on hips and her feet planted apart. She opened her jacket, took it off and dropped it on the carpet. She undid her blouse and let it fall open. Her magnificent chest was now exposed, encased in her bra. She discarded the blouse, undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor showing me her full beauty in underwear, suspenders and stockings. She drew up a dinning chair and sat back, spreading her legs lewdly. She put a hand to the soaked front of her panties, cupped her cunt and started rubbing gently through the material. She was breathing hard and deep, not looking at me but off to the side. She had a dreamy hooded look, perhaps thinking of Mr Webb and his "huge" cock. Her other hand rose to the front fastening of her bra and opened it. Her tits tumbled out heavily and she began to stroke her nipples.