Family Forbidden Taboo Erotica for Women Box Set

by Patricia Parks

  I slipped my finger further inside her, the heel of my palm rubbing her clitoris. As I did so I let go with my other hand and felt her bottom. This time she didn't let go of me but carried on rubbing up and down my erection. With my finger was now steadily slipping in and out of her, my other hand exploring her nubile body and our lips locked together, Elizabeth's breathing was now as heavy as my own.

  Although stamina is not usually an issue for me the heat of the carriage, the circumstances of the encounter and, most of all, the beauty of my partner meant I was in danger of a premature finale to the proceedings and I pulled away. Elizabeth, her eyes still closed, mouth open stood before me, searching out my mouth. She opened her eyes and seemed to immediately remember what was happening, her hand darting to cover her mouth.

  "Don't worry, my darling", I reassured her as I knelt before her. "Please relax."

  I kissed my way up her slender legs, from the top of her white socks, my hands on her firm buttocks. When I reached her mons I planted a kiss on her labia, then her clitoris, then softly began to lick. A whimper came from above me and I glanced up to see a shocked look on Elizabeth's face.

  "I told you it would be pleasant, didn't I?"

  A reluctant nod gave me my answer. I turned back to her soft, blonde pubic hair and licked the length of her labia, flicking my tongue over her clitoris. Elizabeth tasted as wonderful as she looked -- exquisite, sweet and somehow innocent. My licking, flicking and occasional soft sucking was having the desired effect and she was becoming very well lubricated. Her hands were now rubbing and pushing on my shoulders and my head, her fingers pressing into me as I stimulated her. She was whimpering and gasping, her legs already trembling as the pleasure built inside her. I hadn't imagined I could give her an orgasm, such would be her nervousness and reluctance, but her body was clearly building towards a climax as I licked and flicked. She was obviously a highly sensual creature. I used my finger inside her once more and increased the speed and pressure of my tongue on the centre of her femininity. Suddenly Elizabeth cried out and gripped my hair with her hands. She leant back against the window and I held her firmly by the bottom to prevent her legs giving way as my tongue danced across and around her hard button. She shuddered as her orgasm surged through her, pulsing around her body. Her whole body tensed as if electricity had replaced her blood and sinew.

  As the waves of her climax ebbed away she became limp and I rose to hold her. Her skin was hot and damp, a sheen of perspiration covered her entire body. I held her in my arms as she recovered her composure, my still erect penis trapped between our bodies.

  "I know this may experience may have been rather unexpected Elizabeth but I trust you found that enjoyable?"

  "I've ever felt anything like that before, Doctor," Elizabeth said quietly, her voice weak and unsure. "Was that an orgasm?"

  "Indeed my dear, it did occur to me that you may not have had the pleasure before. I'm only glad I was able to provide it", I said matter-of-factly. "Perhaps I may have been a little forward in my approaches but I do hope that has been countered somewhat now?"

  Elizabeth looked at me nervously, regarding the stranger who little more than an hour or so earlier had been entrusted to ensure she remained safe during her journey.

  I glanced at my watch and noticed the arrival time at the next station was fast approaching.

  "Now, Elizabeth," I said, looking down at my tumescence, "we don't have much time". Before she could open her mouth to speak I kissed her deeply once again and placed her hand on my erection as before. After I let go, pleasingly she maintained the rubbing motion on my penis as I took her breasts in my hands.

  "Turn around my darling," I whispered in her ear. Unsure what was happening I encouraged her to turn to face the window. I lifted the back of her blouse and gently placed my hand on the small of her back to bend her over. I bent my knees slightly and guided my erection towards the glistening lips of her vulva.

  "I assume you have ridden horses my dear?" I asked, as one hand massaged her opening.

  "Yes, but why?" came the unsure reply.

  "I'm glad, then this shouldn't be painful at all."

  "Oh my gosh, Doctor Hamilton. Do you really have to do this to me?" Elizabeth's anxiety was palpable. I feared she might begin to cry again.

  "It's only fair, my dear" I said. "If one receives something then it's only polite to return the favour, don't you agree?"

  "But, now I won't be a virgin on my wedding night", she said quietly, momentarily lost in a vision of her future self.

  "I can assure you my darling that what you will learn from experiences such as these will be of much greater value to you than your virginity. Besides, you've already told me you're an experienced horsewoman so who will be able to tell?" With that I edge the head of my throbbing member between the hot, tight folds of Elizabeth's soft vagina and gently slid myself into her.

  Her interior was so moist and welcoming, like a velvet glove, and as I slowly penetrated this beautiful young girl my head swam with the sensation. Elizabeth bit her lip as I began to fill her and the girth of my erection stretched her. I held her hips and began to slowly pull back and slide forward, each time pushing a little deeper. My assumptions about the effect of a horse's saddle on her hymen had been correct but still a whimper escaped her mouth and she steadied herself with her hands against the window. Her round bottom was pushed out towards me, her shapely legs clad in white socks and black shoes slightly apart and as I began to increase the speed of my thrusts a delicious sticky sound followed by a gentle slapping of skin emanated from between us.

  I was all too aware that the next station was getting closer. Now wasn't he time for the extended lesson I would so have loved to give Elizabeth. My arousal was such that I knew I could sate my desires rather quickly but still I wanted to savour every moment of this perfect specimen of femininity. I increased my speed, and Elizabeth responded with a gasp to match each of my thrusts. My penis was travelling as far as it could within her and her gasps became moans. The heat of the carriage was intense, matched by a rich, exotic aroma. I gently eased my thumb into her anus and squeezed her right breast and nipple with my other hand. Elizabeth was now bracing herself against the window as I penetrated her with greater intensity and velocity. Each thrust elicited a high squeal from my partner before another orgasm was triggered in her and she began to shake and tremble. I continued to stimulate her anus as she climaxed, her vagina seemingly clamping tighter around me.

  My own arousal was building but with no form of contraception and no desire to impregnate my student I withdrew before my ejaculation became imminent. Elizabeth gasped once more and looked around.

  "Turn around and kneel down my dear", I instructed. This time Elizabeth didn't question me but did as I asked. I pushed my penis towards her mouth and she obligingly opened her lips. "Don't be shocked when I come" I advised her "but don't take your head away either or there'll be a terrible mess". I gave no thought to whether she knew what to expect from my own orgasm or not, my only thoughts were of the pleasure rising to an almost intolerable level within me. As soon as her mouth enveloped my glans my orgasm began. A rush of ecstasy exploded from my groin, wave after wave of exquisite sensations as my semen erupted, my pleasure was at its absolute zenith. Streams of my ejaculate jetted into her mouth and I let out an involuntary groan. I looked down to see Elizabeth's shocked eyes staring up at me as the jets subsided, her mouth still around my penis, her full lips keeping the seal tight. As my orgasm receded my thoughts cleared and I slipped from her mouth.

  "Oh my darling, that was remarkable", I said, smiling at her. "You did extremely well. Now I suggest you either swallow what's in your mouth or use the waste paper basket over there. I suggest the former, semen is very high in protein you know?"

  Elizabeth, her face still a picture of shock looked around, then perhaps deciding a young lady shouldn't expectorate in front of a gentleman, gingerly swallowed before making a face.

  "Eww, that was horri
d", she exclaimed, screwing up her nose and waving her hand in front of her mouth.

  Momentarily exhausted, I slumped onto the banquette whilst I regained my faculties. Elizabeth remained kneeling, reflecting on what had just occurred. She was flushed and perspiring gently in the stifling carriage.

  "I do apologise my dear but I really had no option. As I said, you did very well", I told her, as one might encourage a student who had performed well. I lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. Blowing out the smoke I regarded Elizabeth and asked, "now that wasn't so bad was it?"

  Suddenly remembering where she was, Elizabeth pulled her still open blouse around her breasts. Bashfully she looked at me.

  "I can't believe what you did to me, Doctor Hamilton."

  "I may have been a little forward, I admit", I conceded, "but I do believe you enjoyed yourself too. Am I wrong?" I offered her my cigarette, which she took after a moments' hesitation before delicately inhaling as she had before.

  "I still can't believe you made me do those things", she said, turning away.

  "As I said, young lady, you are a treasure not to be squandered and I think we both know how enjoyable that was. You are a highly sexual being and you must learn to use your talents wisely. Now, we don't have much time so I suggest we make ourselves look decent. I rose from my seat and took her hand, helping her to her feet. I took her face in my hands and kissed her. I tasted a slight saltiness now in addition to the earlier sweetness and smoke.

  As we quickly dressed I took in her fabulous appearance once more. Although a man of the world I had never come across such a flawless beauty and I wanted to retain as clear a mental picture as I could.

  By the time train began to slow we were both fully attired and looking as much like the young lady from the public school and the respectable city physician as we could muster. As the train drew up at the platform and Elizabeth stood to disembark I too stood and took her hand.

  "Thank you for a most pleasant journey. You were the ideal travelling companion Miss Spencer", I said, placing a kiss on her hand as the guard opened the door amidst a cloud of steam.

  Elizabeth looked up at me, her hat once again hiding her true beauty. "Thank you too Doctor Hamilton; a most instructive journey", she said with a slight air of mischief. "At least I know who to come to if I need any further lessons in the natural sciences." A smile danced across her face and she turned to the door. The guard took her hand and helped her down the step. He looked at me and paused for a split second, perhaps unconsciously registering a change in his passengers' demeanours.

  "And thank you Doctor Hamilton," he said, "I'm sorry again for the imposition".

  "Not at all", I said, "anytime, anytime".

  As she busied herself with her satchel then walked along the platform towards the waiting driver I contemplated our encounter. It may have been my imagination but there had appeared to be a change of posture in Elizabeth. She almost appeared taller, her breasts more obvious, a glint in her blue eyes. Becoming a woman became her, I thought.

  The End.

  Cowpoke

  The girl kneeled on the hard-packed dirt, watching the cowboy pace in front of her with wary eyes. She hadn't been this terrified since the first time. The rowdy noise of woman-starved cowboys was simply a fence away. If they saw her, whether over the plank fence or through a loose board, or if either of them made too much noise, she doubted Richard could keep them from having their turn. Worse, she wasn't entirely sure he would even try.

  This certainly had not been the fate she'd expected when she'd responded to his tentatively scribed letters, which he'd shyly admitted to her were dictated to another. It didn't take long indeed for her to realize that all the shyness and romanticism of a tender young man was projected on the page from an innocent imagination. She knew that if she read those letters now, the voice reading them would be gruff and far surer of itself.

  "Take off your dress," he said quietly. The volume aside, there was no choice of refusing him in his tone.

  She unbuttoned the bodice, slipped it off to bare her tender skin to the air. She took a deep breath and her small naked breasts heaved. A moment later she had loosened the lacing at the waist of the skirt and pulled the fabric over her head. She gathered the clothing in her arms a moment, but laid them in the dust beside her. Any dirty place was as good as another, nearly. Besides, she hadn't felt clean these last few weeks and doubted she ever would again.

  Those were all the clothes he'd let her wear today, no decent under-things. She didn't need them, he said. Pretty clothes were useless out here, as were prim women. It was impractical in the Texas heat to layer on corsets, shifts and under-skirts, drawers and stockings and shoes. But still, they were layers she desired between the wild, Western men and herself.

  "I want you while I'm sittin' up against that fence. It better be good, or I might have to teach you a lesson."

  She tried to keep her mind from running through the lists of lessons she'd already learned, and the methods with which they had been taught. Neither list would help her give him what he wanted, except for inspire the enthusiasm he desired.

  Rough fingers stroked the sides of her face. She kept as slack as possible, letting him turn her chin from side to side, but his pants remained fastened for now. He leaned low and whispered again. She was sure no one on the other side of the fence could hear him speak, but there was no way to know he would stay so hushed.

  "That milky white skin of yours shows the lash so nicely." It had been a few days since that. He hadn't been as harsh as he could have; she had received harsher lashings from her father for lesser transgressions. But the marks still remained, pink across her soft buttocks and thighs. Then he'd taken another strip of leather and a leather awl and cobbled an old belt of his into a sort of chastity belt, with the wide band of leather pressing against her clit and holding apart her nethers. He'd made her wear it until the chafing made her come spill onto the leather.

  Kneeling, she was belt-high and she fixed her gaze on it. She wasn't afraid of either of the belts anymore, but she rarely raised her gaze above his waist. It was his eyes she was afraid of catching, hungrily looking at her, seeing her naked even when she was clothed, hiding thoughts of what he might next do to her to satisfy his lusts. They were her lusts, too, she was starting to realize. Her body grew wet for him, and sore as it was, it now accepted him easily within.

  Richard knelt in front of her, his clothes brushing against her naked, vulnerable body. He was older than her age of nineteen by about ten years, but those ten years had made him hard from head to toe. When he lay against her, she could feel every hard muscle and it only made her feel all the more soft. She might become less tender and soft as this hard life wore on her, but she still had sloping curves and pale skin, firm breasts. When his calloused hand cupped any part of her body, she felt like she was pressed against the roughness of a brick wall. And when his cock ravaged inside her, he might have been fucking her with a wooden pole.

  Still, as rough hands roved over her body now, she felt the tell-tale signs of her body succumbing to him. Her nipples puckered and her breasts tightened as he squeezed them. Her belly quivered a little when he stroked it and she felt that spot between her legs sending begging messages that he bring his fingers there. That was what had been most confusing to accept -- that she craved even his rough caress, his hard, impassionate fingers stroking between her legs.

  His hard hands explored her body ruthlessly. She thought there wasn't a place on her that he hadn't touched, but sometimes she was wrong and he found a new place, a new sensation. When she took his member into her mouth once, she hadn't understood how erotic the stroking and pulling of his fingers in her hair could be, for instance. She had thought she'd be diminished, gagging on his salty taste, but her scalp tingled pleasantly as he rubbed through her loose hair.

  "Move forward a little," he said, moving behind her. She moved one knee forward a scant inch or two, then brought the other to its side. She glanced over her
left shoulder, hoping she wouldn't see anyone particularly tall walk by. The fence was high, but she could hear boots in the dirt and see the very tops of hats lope past. It was evening, but it was still plenty light, and the small town would fill up fast as the work day ended.

  "A little more," he said, a little louder and with a painful pinch on her backside. She dutifully obeyed and tried not to think about the fence or the lusts of the men she was barely hidden from.

  Richard sat down after removing his belt and unfastening his fly. His stiff penis bobbed as he got comfortable, shoulders against the fence behind him. He was reclining a bit, leaving her position farther in front of the fence than she imagined, but she tried not to think about it. This would be over soon and he would let her dress, hide her away again. He wouldn't risk allowing another man to father a babe on her, would he?

  His long legs pressed against her knee and calf, and he urged her to step over, straddling him. She felt so terribly exposed this way. She couldn't help but imagine his view, her ass-cheeks split and gaping like they needed a man between them, her round white thighs spread over his muscled ones. He moved and she could even feel his leather gun holster still strapped around his thigh, though he had unfastened his gun-belt.

  She looked down, tired of staring forward into the hushed barn. Staring forward without him in front of her only made her more afraid someone would approach and see their coupling, her humiliation. Instead she looked at his boots.