Climax Taboo Erotic Collection

by Kelly Fleming

  'Seduce? Have you got heatstroke Paula? I didn't bring you here to seduce you. And I didn't realise you had such a low opinion of me.'

  'So you are gay! I was right all along, but you just wouldn't admit it.'

  'No!,' he protested. 'I'm not gay - not that there's anything wrong with that. You've obviously got me all wrong Paula. You might not believe it, but I don't make a habit of taking advantage of my models. That's so bloody cliched. And it's also unprofessional.'

  'Oh... right... so there's nothing wrong with me?' Paula said, now trying to look anywhere except directly at Nathan, wishing the ground beneath her would just open up.

  He walked up to where she was sat against the tree trunk and crouched down beside her. Nathan had never been so physically close to Paula before. Reaching forward, he took her hand in his.

  'Listen to me Paula: There's absolutely nothing wrong with you, I've never heard anything so daft. The truth is I think you're great. But it's not just the way you look, and it's certainly not because you're my model. It's strange you know, you being naked whenever we're together - it's like I've always been familiar with your body, but I've had to get to know your personality. But I like what I've gotten to know so far - apart from being accused of being a serial seducer.'

  'OK...' Paula mumbled, forcing a smile.

  'But I accept your apology for that.'

  'Apology? Oh... yes... I think I probably owe you one for my little outburst. Sorry Nathan, maybe we can just forget all about it?'

  Nathan just smiled, before lifting her hand up to his mouth, kissing it slowly. When he released it, Paula expected him to return to his painting.

  Instead, he leant forward, his lips finding hers. Catching her unawares, it took an instant for Paula to react. But then her response came, as she pushed her tongue lightly against his, her heart now pounding.

  As they kissed in the late afternoon heat, their passion slowly became more confident. Nathan moved his mouth off hers, sliding onto Paula's left cheek, planting a series of gentle kisses on her smooth skin. She closed her eyes as she felt the damp trail move down, over her jaw, onto the side of her neck.

  Nathan kissed and gently nibbled her ear lobe before he recommenced the downwards journey. Paula craned her neck to the side as his lips moved into the hollow between her neck and collar bone. Her breathing was gradually becoming heavier as her chest became the focus of his attention, his mouth tracing a line that aimed straight towards her left breast.

  She involuntarily let out a small gasp as Nathan's lips first touched the areola. Paula then felt his tongue scribing a moist circle around its circumference, playfully delaying the moment that her nipple, by now hardened, would be the object of his attention. Luckily, Nathan sensed her impatience, and his mouth closed around it, the tip of his tongue flicking against her erect flesh before he began to suck on her.

  Paula opened her eyes to look down at him, and ran one hand through his tousled hair as she let her other hand rub and squeeze her right breast. How long had he felt like this about her, she wondered? Her thoughts, however, were soon sidetracked by the feel of his hand on her thigh, languidly stroking along its length.

  As if to encourage him, she allowed her legs to part slightly. He immediately accepted the unspoken invitation, his fingers reaching around to feel the soft inside of her leg.

  She almost shuddered when his fingers first stretched higher up, just brushing against the dark patch of her pubic hair, before they quickly retreated again. He repeated the movement several times, while his mouth continued to greedily enjoy her breast. Paula could only feel a growing tingling sensation between her legs, and she was on the verge of begging him to touch her down there, to satisfy her need.

  But instead he suddenly stood up, as if denying her. Paula let her hand slip off her right breast and she looked up at him. Surely he had not changed his mind? Was he that scared his reputation as an artist and teacher might suffer if such activities with a model were ever uncovered?

  However, Paula's doubts immediately dissolved as Nathan began to quickly unbutton his loose-fitting white linen shirt. In his haste, he almost tore it off his shoulders before chucking it onto the grass beyond the blanket. His tight black jeans rapidly followed and, to Paula's surprise, she found out that he had not been wearing any underwear. Not that that mattered, they were naked together at last.

  She looked at his semi-erect penis, expecting him to approach her again so that she could pleasure it. But he just knelt down by her feet, facing her. Taking her ankles in his hands, Nathan slowly parted her legs just a bit further. Paula offered no resistance.

  As she watched him, she realised he was seeing all of her for the first time. Goodness, if Nathan's students could see them now, she thought, as he shuffled towards her.

  Paula felt the outsides of his legs pressing against the insides of her calves as he looked up at her, smiled, and then leant forward. She could only bite her lower lip and grip the blanket with her hands as she first sensed his goatee brushing against her own hair.

  Tenderly, he began to skim his tongue around her clitoris, stimulating it as much by his proximity as by actual touch. Waves of pleasure pulsed through her body as his tongue then moved from side to side across it, before his lips sank down onto her sensitive skin. Paula felt the sensation of a growing orgasm as he alternately sucked and then teased her clitoris with his tongue.

  She knew any resistance to the rising levels of bliss was useless when he drew up his right hand beneath his chest. His fingers briefly caressed her labia before they started to explore her hole. First one, then two, entered her. She could not see them, but she could certainly feel them, and the muffled squelching noise she heard as they discovered her wetness was unmistakeable.

  Paula started to moan as Nathan's mouth and fingers synchronised their efforts, and she could only squirm on the blanket beneath the oak tree as the ecstatic spasms coursed through her. She gripped his head between her thighs as she writhed about. No man had ever done that to her before.

  As she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm, Nathan's grinning face emerged from between Paula's legs. He stretched up along her torso, once again kissing her on the mouth. It felt strange to Paula to be tasting herself, but it did not matter - today was about new sensations.

  'Oh my, that was... wonderful,' was all she could say as Nathan's lips parted from hers.

  'You've no idea how long I've wanted to do that to you,' he replied with a wink.

  He rolled off her, laying down on the blanket next to her in the hot, still air. Both of them just looked up into the branches of the oak tree. Then Paula did something she had no real previous experience of: she took the initiative.

  She tentatively let her hand move across onto Nathan's stomach, letting it rest there for a short while, irrationally half-expecting it to be pushed away. With a growing confidence she gradually shifted it downwards, until she found his penis. Clearly, he too had been aroused by their earlier exploits, as it was already erect. Cautiously, without looking at him, her fingers closed around his shaft, and her hand started to move slowly up and down along its length.

  Paula liked the sensation of feeling him against her and, judging by his occasional guttural groans, she reckoned that he was enjoying it too. But she did not want Nathan to be spent before he had had the opportunity to enter her. So, after a few minutes, she released him. Then, in an easy, fluid movement, Paula squatted over his groin, her feet either side of his hips, her eyes locked on his.

  Nathan reached his hand down to take his penis, guiding it towards Paula's waiting hole. Gently, she began to lower herself onto him, letting out a gasp as she first felt its head parting her lips. Once he was settled inside her, Paula started to move her hips up and down, letting Nathan penetrate slightly deeper on each successive stroke. Rapidly, she found a rhythm, which she could increase or decrease at will.

  Then, with him still inside her, she sank forward, letting her weight transfer from her feet on to her kn
ees, which ended up almost in Nathan's armpits. This revised stance also allowed him to go deeper inside her. With his hands reaching around her to grip her buttocks, Paula gyrated her hips, grinding into him in small, circular motions. A welcome side effect of their coupling was that, when she leant forward and placed her hands either side of his head, she could feel her clitoris rubbing right against his pelvis.

  Perhaps Nathan realised this, because Paula could feel him responding beneath her, pushing up against her, willing her to orgasm again. But this time, she resolved, it would be together with him. She focussed on achieving this, using her internal muscles to arouse Nathan while at the same time stimulating herself against him.

  Their breathing grew heavier, her moans got louder, his grunts became more frequent, and a thin sheen of sweat appeared on their bodies in the un-abating heat. Paula could feel the same sensation as earlier gaining hold inside her, and she knew her climax would soon be upon her. She ground herself down onto Nathan harder, gripping and releasing him with increased vigour.

  Lowering her face down to his, they kissed as she felt him begin to buck beneath her with greater urgency. Then, as her body once more began to quiver with pleasure, Nathan gave a few final upward thrusts before he cried out. Paula could only crumple down on top of him as she felt his warm liquid spurt up inside her. They remained motionless for several minutes, too exhausted to move.

  Not that he is a mystery to her now, Paula thinks. She continues to watch Nathan as he circulates around the studio, dispensing encouragement and advice to his students as once again her nude image is captured. He is an excellent boyfriend, kind and thoughtful and amusing and talented. Even her mother approves of him, despite his occupation as an artist. A landscape artist who, as Paula had to explain at length, she met through a mutual friend.

  The End.

  Hoelun's Husband

  Before the people of the steppes were united, a warrior would ride far to find a bride. The Olkhunut clan was renowned for the beauty of its women, and Chiledu sought across all the empty grasslands til he found their camp. He chose a fierce beauty to be his wife, and her family was pleased to have a strong son-in-law from the powerful Merkit clan. They feasted until late, and she spent her first night as a woman in his bed, showing no fear when came to make her his wife, opening her legs to him without struggle. In the morning, Chiledu hitched her wagon behind an ox, and they rode north with his fast bay mare tethered behind the wagon.

  His wife, Hoelun, rode in the back, resting on thick furs, hidden behind the heavy felt walls as the wagon rolled and lurched and swayed across the steppe. The summer sun beat down on the heavy felt, and it grew stifling inside. Hoelun bore it as well as she could, but when they made camp that night under the stars, she asked Chiledu if he would not prefer to ride his mare and allow her to drive the wagon. Chiledu knew this was against tradition, but he felt how hot and miserable she was inside the wagon. If they came across anyone else on the steppe, she would hide until they passed. Her second night as a woman, Hoelun spent under the stars, languid as he gently caressed and sweetly took her.

  She drove the wagon across the steppe, and Chiledu galloped ahead, and then trotted back to tell what he had seen over the next rise. She smiled at the pleasure and pride he took in his horse, and blushed when he walked the mare beside the wagon to look at her with the same delight. Then she would point out little things to him, the cooling breeze, the lavender blossoms in the feathergrass, or a hawk wheeling high in the distance ahead of them.

  As the afternoon grew hotter, they came to the deep valley of the Onon river. The grass gave way to trees as they descended into the valley, and the breeze disappeared. Chiledu rode ahead to find the best path for the wagon through the trees, and Hoelun unwrapped the long sash that tied her brightly colored robe. She slipped the robe off and folded it carefully in the back of the wagon, and drove on in just a white silk shift. When Chiledu returned, his face lit up at the sight of her bared arms and shoulders, and the silk clinging to her. He guided the mare to walk close beside the wagon, and said very little, admiring his wild, beautiful wife.

  On the ridge above them, another shared his admiration. Yesugai was a chief's son, raised in a lawless time. He was young and full of fire, a good leader in a dangerous time, and already had won the loyalty and respect of the other young Mongols. He sat in the shadow of a tall pine, and his eyes never left the lush beauty driving the slow wagon. By the standards of the steppe, she was practically naked, and her long, black hair hung unbound across her back. This savage angel had only a lone warrior with her, who seemed as captivated by her as Yesugai was. When the wagon vanished from sight beneath a screen of leaves, Yesugai turned and began to ride back towards his camp.

  There was no law on the steppe, then, and the only rules were survival and strength. Yesugai was a proud young man, and impulsive, but not foolish. The wagon was slow, and his brothers were not far. He raced into their camp, shouting for two more swords, calling "I have found my wife! I have found her! I must claim my bride!"

  Two of his brothers were with him, galloping across the steppe back towards the Onon valley. They were fierce raiders as well, and they grinned as they raced to help Yesugai claim his bride. They even wondered at his choice, for among the Mongols, a man only had one wife to bear him heirs. He could keep as many women as he could afford, if he chose, but a wife was chosen with care. Yesugai had women that he had captured on raids already, but whenever the subject of marriage came up, he had shrugged and smiled. His brothers were nearly as eager to see this woman who had captured his heart as he was to claim hers.

  Hoelun heard the approaching hoofbeats a moment before her husband. She turned to look and saw three of them, galloping down into the valley, bows in hand, ready to fight. Chiledu saw the shock in her eyes and looked back, and his face turned white. There was no doubting their purpose, and he held his hand up to her to help her onto the horse with him.

  "Two of us can't outrun them on one horse," his bride said. She reached down and pulled her shift over her head, pushing it into his reaching hand. "They will not kill me. Ride hard, if you get the chance to take them one by one, come back for me. If not, remember me when you breathe this."

  Chiledu nodded. She was right, he knew, and he gazed at her, naked and defiant on the wagon, for a moment longer before he tucked her shift under his thigh and grabbed his whip. The bay mare hardly needed the whip, she sensed his urgency and tore away down the valley. Hoelun pulled back on the reins, stopping the wagon, and set the brake as the raiders thundered past, pursuing her husband. She shivered despite the heat, and slid down from the wagon.

  Yesugai and his brothers kept pace with each other, riding close. They were impetuous, but they knew better than to let themselves get separated. They rode hard but the fleeing warrior had a fast horse, and once they cleared the far side of the valley, he began to draw away from them. They chased him, until he was scarcely a speck against the horizon, and then they slowed, and turned, and began to ride slowly back to the wagon. They did not speak as they rode.

  Hoelun had put on a rich silk robe in the bright red and gold of the Olkhunut clan. She stood by the ox, leaning against it as if trying to take strength from it, and watched the three raiders approaching. The leader was easy to spot, by the quality of his arms and the way he accepted the others' deference without hesitation. His beard was thick on his chin, but his cheeks and strong jaw were shaved. He looked at her with his deep, hard eyes and then and he nodded to his men. "There is no other clan near here. He will have to ride many days to find an ally. I will bring the wagon back to camp by tomorrow night. Tell them to prepare a wedding feast."

  The others rode away, and the leader turned to the Hoelun. She met his eye with a fierce glare, but he only pointed to the wagon and began to lead the ox in a wide circle, turning the wagon around to climb out of the valley. The steppe is too hard for anyone person to survive for long alone, and she had no choice but to wait alone for death, or to go
with him. She scrambled up to the driver's seat, and glowered at his smile. As they rode, she wailed, lamenting her lost husband. The sun was low, and the sky streaked with pink by the time they left the valley behind and rode out onto the open plain.

  He slid off his horse and put it on a long tether for the night, freeing the ox from the traces and tethering it on the far side of the wagon. He made a small fire and sat beside it, his back to the woman who remained perched stubbornly on the wagon driver's seat. As darkness fell, she grew quiet, and soon, the only sound besides the crackling fire was a distant owl hunting mice.

  "He was a fool to display you like that in strange country." Yesugai spoke with absolute certainty. His voice was loud enough for her to hear, but dispassionate as a stone. "Now he has gone and he will die if he returns to try to steal you back. It is time for you to forget him. My name is Yesugai. You will be my wife, and your sons will be the chiefs of the Mongols. What is your name?"

  She said nothing, and he stood and walked to the wagon. He took her by the arm and dragged her off the seat. She tried to pull free of him, but his grip was too strong for her to break and he laughed. She kicked at him, and he pressed her body against the wagon, grabbing her by her long, wild hair and pulling her head back. She screamed at him in her anger, and pummeled at him with her feet and fists. The harder she fought, the wider he grinned. He twisted her hair around his hand, pulling it tight, and covered her mouth with his.

  The kiss stilled her struggles for a moment, and Yesugai tasted the salt of her tears. He pushed his leg between hers and tore open her robe, running his hand along her side, feeling the heat of her silky skin and the soft flesh beneath. He kissed her fiercely, then gently, letting his hand caress her thigh as she thrashed. His tongue teased her lips and she bit at him.