Climax Taboo Erotic Collection

by Kelly Fleming

  There was something sticking out from under the red shorts. It was white material with little red dots or a design of some kind. He reached in to see what that might be, and found the material to be damp. He pulled it out of the bag and couldn't believe his eyes.

  He was standing there holding June's petite bikini cut panties, which judging by the aroma and yellowish hue in the crotch, were soaked with her urine. John couldn't help himself. He brought the soiled garment up to his nose and inhaled deeply, causing his cock to twitch and jump in his pants.

  John had always fantasized about what it would be like to be with June, and now he was being treated to the smell of her most private part. He let his pants fall around his ankles as he made his way back to sit on the toilet, still holding the panties to his nose, laughing to himself at the small cherries that dotted the white material.

  Turning them inside out, he wrapped the crotch of the panties around his throbbing cock and started slowly jacking himself off with the damp material. He figured they were already soiled, and the thought of adding his spunk to the stains on her panties sent a shiver from his balls to the tip of his cock.

  He closed his eyes and kept rubbing the underwear over his dick, as he was imaging June in this same room earlier this afternoon, changing out of her sweaty running outfit, and getting back into her work clothes.

  "What was she wearing this morning" he thought to himself, as he usually notices her outfits, which border on the risque. Her petite frame allows her to wear clothes that most women her age cannot. She's partial to short skirts or tight pants, and even with a smaller than average rack, she usually leaves one more button undone on her blouse than seems advisable, providing a nice view of her lacy bra and the champagne glass sized mounds of her breasts.

  "Think man, think!" he said to himself, the frustration of not being able to remember what she wore to the office today fighting the incredible feeling of her soiled panties rubbing up and down the soft skin of his erect penis.

  The image of June stepping off the elevator this morning was just coming into focus in his mind. The satisfaction of conjuring this image from memory allowed John to return his concentration and focus to the pleasure he was providing his cock. And just as he could see the blue and green plaid skirt and sheer light green blouse in his mind's eye, he was started by the sound of a door opening.

  "OH! Excuse Me!" came a familiar voice from the bathroom doorway.

  John froze and his eyes shot open, and there was the image from his brain standing before him. He must have forgotten to lock the door after nearly being blinded when he turned on the bathroom light. June was standing there in the blue and green plaid skirt, and light green blouse with the top three buttons undone, looking very embarrassed at having walked in on John in a very compromising position.

  "I...I....I'm really sorry," she apologized, "I...I....I didn't think anyone else was here" she stammered as she started to close the door, her eyes looking straight into John's, with the normal twinkle. The door was almost all the way closed, when June couldn't help but steal a peak at his still erect penis sticking out from his fist.

  The twinkle in her eye turned to rage as she spotted the familiar garment that John was clutching around his blood engorged cock. The door flew back open and June stormed into the bathroom yelling "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" She was on him in a flash and started slapping and punching at him, furious that he would invade her privacy and desecrate her personal belongings like that.

  Now it was John who was doing the apologizing as he was trying to protect himself from her slaps and blows. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he kept repeating as he was ducking and weaving like Mohammad Ali.

  Finally needing to protect himself, he grabbed both her hands and attempted to stand up, but his pants gathered around his ankles and tripped him, and he and June toppled over landing awkwardly on the loveseat.

  June fell on her back and John landed on top of her, still holding her by the wrists high above her head. He could feel the points of her small breasts on his chest, and it wasn't until he felt the tickle of hair on the head of his cock that he realized that he still had a raging hard-on and his pants were down around his ankles.

  "Hair?" was the confusing thought in John's mind, forgetting for a moment that his friend and coworker just walked in on him beating off into her soiled panties.

  Then it dawned on him. She must have wet herself on her noon-time run, and ditched her panties in her gym bag when she changed back into her work clothes. That must mean that she's not wearing any panties under her short plaid skirt. And that must be why I feel hair tickling the head of my cock.

  John smiled at himself briefly, once again impressed with his amazing powers of deduction. He was quickly snapped back to reality as June was struggling underneath him, and calling him every name in the book.

  "You sick perverted bastard!" she yelled as she fought to free herself from his grasp, "how could you go through my stuff you asshole, and then do THAT with it?"

  June's struggles were instinctive, but they weren't doing anything to help her cause. Her small breasts were rubbing against John's muscular chest, causing her nipples to rub against the lacy material of her bra, and poke straight out through the thin green blouse. She was bucking her hips to try and throw John off her, but that was just inching her panty-less pussy closer to his throbbing cock, and he could swear he felt moisture leak out on him as her cunt randomly bounced into and around his cock.

  John continued to restrain her, not knowing what she'd do if he released her. He couldn't figure out what would be worse, getting kicked in his already aching balls, or losing his job and/or marriage. He just kept his weight on her and a firm grasp on her wrists until he could figure out what to do. Besides, her initial rage seemed to be dissipating and she wasn't struggling nearly as hard as before.

  Experiencing another creative brain-fart, John was lost for what to do or say to try to get out of this situation. He and June enjoyed a 10 year friendship, and the spark between them always hinted that if circumstances were different, it could have been much more than just a friendship. He figured he was already in as much trouble as he could be, so he decided to go for broke.

  John just held still and looked down at June. He knew that their eyes would eventually meet as she tossed her head from side to side trying in vain to gain some leverage.

  And then she looked up at him.

  And he saw the sparkle.

  And he knew that it was going to be okay.

  Without saying a word, he lowered his head, bringing his lips to hers, and started kissing her tenderly. June resisted at first, keeping her lips tense, and ignoring the advances of his tongue. But the longer he kissed her the more he could feel her defenses melting away, until finally her lips softened, and parted, and soon their tongues were wrestling with each other.

  As June's body relaxed, her hips sunk further into the couch, bringing her moistening pussy in direct contact with the head of John's rapidly stiffening cock. Her eyes shot open and she looked up at John with a look of doubt. Their lips froze momentarily, pausing their kiss. John looked down at her with lust and yearning in his eyes, looking for a sign of approval.

  June closed her eyes, and allowed herself to relax just a little more, and her pussy dropped down over John's cock. John moaned loudly, as his cock finally pierced the moist flesh that he had only dreamed about for over a decade. He loosened his grip on her wrist and June threw her arms around his neck drawing him closer to her. He could feel her hot breath on his neck and ear as he started rhythmically thrusting himself into her, feeling the swollen lips of her cunt massaging the full length of his cock.

  John felt June starting to fuck herself back on him, and his hand moved to the buttons of her blouse, which were already halfway undone. Opening her shirt, John was happy to see the front clasp on her bra, and was surprised at how big and erect the nipples where that stood atop those small firm breasts. He swore they were an inch long and as big
around as his pinky. John dropped his head down and started sucking on one, while he grabbed and twisted the other. June moaned loudly and quickened the pace of her hips, as she fucked herself up and down on John's cock.

  The images and sensations were getting to be too much for him, and John felt the cum boiling up in his balls. He thrust his hips forward a few more times and then buried himself as deep inside her as possible, as he felt the first blasts of his orgasm release inside her womb. John kept thrusting through his orgasm, emptying his balls into June's sopping wet cunt.

  June kept fucking herself on his softening cock, and he knew she was close to cumming too. She let out a small moan of disappointment when his flaccid cock slipped out of her cunt, but her eyes regained their sparkle when she saw him stand up and start remove his shirt and tie, kicking off his pants, so he was now totally naked.

  She sat up as he reached down, so he could push her blouse and bra off her shoulders and down over her arms. She leaned back and lifted her hips and allowed him to slide off the short skirt, leaving her now naked as well.

  "Why are you here?" he asked, which sounded like a pretty crazy question given what had just done.

  "I forgot my gym bag, and my cell phone is in there," she replied, "and I couldn't think of being without it all weekend."

  "I'm glad you came back for it" he said, as he sank to his knees in front of her, pushing his face into her cunt, now dripping with a combination of their juices. His tongue quickly found her clit and started alternating between flicking over it and rubbing it. June moaned again and brought her hands up to her aching nipples and started tugging and squeezing them.

  John brought his thumb up and started rubbing it over her clit, as his tongue ventured down to her sopping gash, where he tasted the combination of his cum, her pussy juice, and just a hint of her pee. June's hips had now started to thrust on his face, and her breathing was becoming more rapid.

  John knew she was close, so he pushed her thighs up off the couch, forcing her knees to fold into her chest. This exposed the rounded globes of her sweet white ass, and the puckered star of her asshole. While his thumb continued its assault on her exposed and throbbing clit, John let his tongue slide down to her asshole.

  "OH MY GOD LYNCH!" June yelled from above him, never having had her ass licked before, "you are a deliciously perverted bastard!"

  John responded by stiffening his tongue and starting to fuck her ass with it. The more he rubbed her clit, the closer she got to orgasm, and the more she relaxed her asshole, allowing his tongue to reach further up her anus with each subsequent thrust. Sensing she was close, John brought his hand up to her ass and buried his index finger up to the knuckle in her tight brown hole.

  He felt her clit jump and her ass clamp down on his finger, as the first waves of her orgasm took over her body. She was stretching and pulling her nipples and thrashing her head from side to side, as John kept fingering her asshole and working her clit. Juices were pouring out of her cunt and he could feel her body vibrate and tremble.

  Unable to take anymore, she reached down and pulled his hands from her openings, and drew him up to her, locking her lips on his in another passionate kiss. The feeling of her wet lips on his after watching her body writhe in orgasm had his cock hard and ready, and she felt it bouncing off the cheeks of her ass as they kissed.

  John looked deep into June's eyes again, and there was an unspoken communication and approval. Still kissing passionately, John moved his hips forward and the head of his cock nudged up against her virgin asshole, which was wet with her juices and the tongue lashing that John just provided. June closed her eyes and pressed her hips down just a bit, allowing the head of John's cock to pass through the tight ring of her ass.

  John was no porn star, having a very average penis in terms of length and girth, but to June it felt like her ass was stretched over a baseball bat. They stayed like this for several minutes until June's breathing returned to normal and her body acclimated to the pressure in her behind.

  John thrust forward again, moving in about half of his 6 inch shaft, and June squealed in a combination of pain and pleasure. She moved her hands down to the union of their bodies and felt the shaft of the cock that impaled her ass. She grabbed it and urged him forward until he was fully buried to the hilt in her tight anal cavity.

  Her hands moved up to her cunt and she started fingering her clit. John leaned forward and started sucking and nibbling at her sensitive nipples as he started bucking himself in and out of her ass, drawing himself back until only the head of his cock remained inside her, then pushing forward slowly until he was completely engulfed between the sweet white ass cheeks.

  As June rubbed her clit faster, John increased the pace of his trusts, and soon his balls were slapping off the cheeks of her ass, filling the bathroom and empty hall with the echoing sounds of their fucking.

  "Oh shit. Oh Fuck. Don't stop, DON'T STOP" June started gasping in between panting and moaning.

  "FUCK ME. FUCK MY ASS YOU PERVERTED BASTARD" she yelled, and John could feel the vibrations course through her body as she was cumming again.

  This put him over the edge and with a few more thrusts emptied his balls deep within her ass. He collapsed on top of her and let his cock fall out of her ass with a pop. The both looked down to see the cum dripping out of her stretched asshole and down over the love seat.

  "Look at the mess you made here Lynch", she said, with the sparkle in her eyes and the mock disdain in her voice.

  "Let me clean that up for you Miss Lazlo," he replied, and took a slow, long lick from her asshole up over her cunt, flicking his tongue over her clit before withdrawing it back into his mouth, savoring the flavor of her ass, his cum, and their sex.

  "You sick bastard" she said, as her body shook with one last tremor from feeling his tongue on her ass and clit. "I gotta get going before my husband gets worried about me" she said, snapping them both back to the reality of their lives.

  She pulled her skirt back on, and packed her little tits back into the lacy bra, before covering them up with the sheer green shirt. John was pulling his pants up, not bothering to tuck in the tails of his dress shirt, and stuffing the tie into his pocket.

  "That was great," she said, "but you know we can never do this again." He knew that was she was right, but couldn't help but feel sad hearing her say those words out loud.

  She picked up her gym back and gave him another quick wet kiss, before turning to leave the bathroom.

  "Wait" he called to her, and she spun around, her skirt twirling up to reveal her wet pubic hair, matted with the drying combination of their cum.

  "You forgot these" he said, holding up the damp white panties with the red cherry design.

  "You keep 'em, Lynch," she said with a wink, flipping up the back of her skirt to give him one last look at her naked ass, "you're gonna need 'em, you sick perverted bastard!"

  John held them to his nose and took another long, slow sniff, and knew she spoke the truth.

  The End.

  Helping Out on the Ranch

  CHAPTER 1

  Carmen the part-time waitress kicked Luke awake and said, "It's time for you to go you mother-fucker. My two kids will be home from school any time soon."

  Luke showered and left after placing fifty bucks on the kitchen bench under Carmen's cell phone. He scratched his groin and thought it really was worthwhile helping support an under-funded solo mom.

  Driving off in his pickup Luke switched on to his favorite C&W station and heard Kenny Rogers grinding out 'Lucille'. Well talk about role reversals. Right now Carmen would be thinking bitterly it was a fine time for Luke to be leaving her. He was leaving Ludlow Ranch to head west a bit to find work because he'd found the ranch too isolated and if he wanted female company it had been a long trek to the highway diner to lay someone like Carmen. She'd taken the bad news stoically and said he'd be missed but would soon be replaced.

  Luke picked up his pay next day and after shaking hands wi
th the Ludlow brothers headed off. Mid-afternoon he stopped for gas in likely looking country. He asked the fat-ass old woman in jeans two sizes too big for her did she know of anyone looking for ranch hands?

  "No but Mrs Sutton is always replacing labor because she'd too picky."

  "Does she pay good?"

  "Real good. Widow Sutton has to with her growing reputation."

  The wiry forty-year-old was told to take the third turn on the left.

  He assumed he'd see a sign for Sutton Ranch and was correct.

  Two dogs barked a greeting and then circled him and came in to sniff his pants legs to find if any other dogs had peed on his pants or boots. He'd long-learned to ignore dogs because like women they quickly lost interest if ignored.

  Widow Sutton's daughter came out, glanced at Luke and staring at his dilapidated 25-year-old Ford pickup said, "You don't care much for your pickup."

  "Wrong. It was my father's and I care for it as he did. It's become family tradition. The policy is to do nothing to it and only fix it when she needs fixing."

  "She?"

  "Guys call good vehicles she."

  "And what do they call not-so good vehicles?"

  "You fucking bitch."

  The woman appeared to be smothering a laugh. "Is that a way to talk to a lady?"

  "No miss but with respect I point out I was only answering your question."

  She nodded and was aware the stranger was looking at her up and down.

  "Why are you here bothering me?"

  "I've called in to speak to your mother about possible work."

  "She's in town."

  "Oh, in that case I'll sit in my truck and await her return."

  "Come in for coffee. It will be a long wait because she'd buried in the cemetery along with my father."

  "Oh my condolences."

  "Why say that; you don't know me?"

  "Because my mother taught me about being polite."