Taboo Love The Complete Series

by Anita Lawless

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  Taboo Love Part 7

  Reunited

  I scanned the packed nightclub for a potential lover. I’d been told, by the new friends I’d made in England, that this place was a haven for bisexual babes, and I’d decided tonight I’d like to try a woman all on my own. So I moved deeper into the place, inhaling the scent of heavy sweat and sweet colognes.

  I spotted a pretty young female that reminded me of Addy, and the woman’s smile made me think back to those high school days when me and my best friend experimented sexually together. Back then, Addy and I had trusted no one in school beyond each other. We’d decided to take out some sexual frustration together and learn a thing or two for later encounters. It certainly helped take the edge off the teenage angst for us.

  But I didn’t really embrace my bisexuality until that night in the club with Roscoe. Now, on my trip through parts of Europe, I’d had some women with men, but had yet to have an intimate one on one experience with a female, and I craved just that this evening. Women did make love with each other differently, often much more sensually than a man did with a woman.

  Mind you, Shamus had been sensual as well as rough exactly when I’d needed it. I’d thought about experiencing a threesome with a female and him a lot lately. I found myself wishing he would show up in Europe, as promised. Surprise me on my trip. But, for now, I pushed thoughts of my step brother from my mind and approached the cute blonde sipping a lime margarita.

  “Hello there.” I glanced down without moving my head to check ample cleavage was showing.

  “Hey,” she said, and she turned to face me, jutting out her tits, clad in a skimpy pleather top, so I received a welcome show.

  I learned she had some Romani blood in her ancestry, and the urge to travel, see the world, flowed strong in her veins. She was born in Finland, but she barely remembered the country. Spent most of her life in England, and after a tour of Germany with a former lover, she’d returned to work in a candy store her father owned. Her first name was Violet, but she avoided giving me her last, as did I. We both knew this was a onetime fling, and I sensed that was what both of us were looking for.

  After more drinks and dancing ourselves breathless, I took her to the room I’d rented above a small pub I frequented. I put on some music and we danced some more. This time to slow songs that allowed us to hold each other close. Her fingertips lightly tickled my back as they slid beneath my thin baby doll T. I untied the single strap holding her tank top closed across her back, then I made enough space between us to slide my hands up her smooth belly and cup her firm, medium-sized tits. I teased her nipples with my index fingers and thumbs, before I slipped the scrap of material over her head, and she helped me remove my shirt. I wore no bra that night, so my breasts were fully exposed.

  We cupped and massaged each other tits as I nibbled her lower lip, then flicked my tongue out over the full, rosy flesh. She cradled the back of my head and sighed into my mouth. Her tongue flicked over my bottom teeth, seeking out my tongue. Her mouth crushed into mine, and our tongues entwined as the desire in our bodies grew thicker.

  I pushed off her skirt, finding only a wisp of black thong beneath. She helped me out of mine, and found I wore no panties that night either. I led her to the couch while we kissed and caressed each other. Fingers stroked my lower stomach, moved down over my pubis mound, and I arched up to meet her touch as we splayed ourselves on the couch. She stroked the length of my wet slit and I sought out hers, running my fingers up and down her damp labia. Then I made my way back to her clit as she did to mine, and we rubbed these swollen buds of flesh with moist, insistent touches. Sensation worked its way out from this center in a hot, electric flood.

  She slithered down my body, kissing and licking as she did so, then dropped to her knees between my legs. Her eyelashes cast light shadows over her cheeks as she lowered her gaze to my pussy. Threads of light from a nearby lamppost spilled into the room through the filmy sheer that draped my single window. It captured her in a golden shine as her pink tongue flitted out to lap my tingling clit.

  I arched up to meet her licks, spread my legs wider, tilted my ass up, when her fingers glided into my now seeping cunt. She curled them, seeking then caressing my g-spot to life. Meanwhile, she sucked my clit deep into her mouth, then she nibbled it like it was a dainty chocolate cherry. I moaned and sighed out my pleasure, reaching for her, burying my hands in her hair and messing her curls with my flexing fingers. My blood seemed to simmer with ecstasy. My pulse pounded hard and warmth flooded my cheeks.

  I stopped her long enough to slip from the couch to the floor, where I flipped so I faced her pussy. “Let me taste you, pleasure you, while you pleasure me,” I said, then I nestled my face between her lithe legs.

  I divided my attention between giving and receiving bliss. Her rose-colored pussy lips glistened with juices, and I lapped at these, making her arch her cunt closer to my face and moan. After pulling the fleshy hood of her clit back, I ground the tip of my tongue into her swollen clitoris. She groaned and squirmed, then returned the pleasure by sliding fingers back into my vagina while she gently rolled my clit between her teeth.

  Everything felt so good. My eyes fluttered closed as the erotic stimuli stole my ability to think coherently. All my concentration flowed to having and giving an orgasm.

  Her fingers thrust rapidly in and out my dripping cunt, and her mouth ate my pussy with passion. The rhythm of my hips grew faster and faster as I face fucked her. But I still maintained the attention I paid to her pussy, sucking and licking her swollen bud until she face fucked me just as furiously. Juices flowed from her cunt, trickling down my hand as I stroked her g-spot closer to climax. My fingers made squishing sounds as they pumped in and out her vagina. Her pussy was now soaking. These digits became a blur of motion as I watched them glide in and out of her.

  My stomach tightened, as did my pussy around her fingers, and the pressure gathering in the center of my womb burst and poured through me, as did the fierce tingling in my clit. I cried out, tearing my mouth from her cunt, but replacing it with fingers I ground into her clitoris. My hips rocked like mad and my pussy throbbed violently as I came. I could feel my cunt shivering as more juices flowed freely with the release. My muscles trembled, and I slightly sagged against her body as I finished getting her off.

  While my erotic fog still cocooned me, I put all my effort into making her come as hard as I had. My mouth, teeth, and tongue made love to her clit, while my fingers pounded away at her g-spot, after she begged me to fuck her harder. She let out a shrill scream and her entire torso lifted from the floor with the force of release. Her body went rigid, then I felt her tremble as she collapsed back to the hardwood.

  ***

  When I awoke, sunlight had replaced the lamppost’s artificial glow, and I was alone in my metal frame bed. My lover left before I went to sleep, with a final kiss goodbye swept over my lips before she disappeared down the stairwell that led to the pub.

  I got up, got dressed, and headed downstairs. Three nights a week, I worked in the small tavern below. It was a great way to keep the money I’d saved for this trip topped up, and it would allow me to stay In England a bit longer, if I wanted. Plus, I came to Europe to experience more than the history and culture. I came to experience the people, and what better way to do that, I thought, than by pulling pints in a traditional English pub.

  Keith, the owner of the pub, gave me a knowing smile as I slipped behind the bar. “Your eyes look more red than green today, m’dear.”

  I laughed and swiped at him with a dish towel, before wiping down the bar. “Must mean I had fun, right?”

  His large hand rested on my shoulder for a moment. “Oh, I know you did. I saw the beauty that stumbled down from your room in the wee hours of the morning.”

  I just winked and went to serve the customer who was walking in the door. Keith and I had a brief, wild fling when I first started here, but it ended amicably. We both wanted no strings att
ached, and we remained good friends after the spark of chemistry faded away.

  “What can I get you?” I asked the man who approached the bar. He wore his baseball cap so low I could barely see his face.

  “Well, Mary Rose, I think a whiskey will do,” he said, as he removed the cap and flashed a devastatingly handsome smile.

  “Shamus!” I sprinted around the counter, catching a glimpse at the puzzled frown Keith gave after I screamed. Then I threw my arms around my giant of a step brother and hugged him tight.

  I introduced Shamus as my friend from back home. He gave me a strange look when I did so, and I raised my eyebrows and widened my eyes, trying to signal “You should know why,” but I wasn’t sure it got through. Keith and Shamus shook hands and chatted amicably. They got on right away, and Keith gave me the day off so I could spent it with my step brother.

  “Why did you tell him I was your friend?” Shamus gave me a curious look as we sat at a table.

  I sipped my beer before answering. “Because if I told him you were my step brother, he might find it a bit strange when you come up to my room later.”

  Shamus flashed his cheeky grin. “Ah, it does my ego good that your first thoughts after seeing me involve sex.”

  I rolled my eyes at him and chuckled. “I am happy to see you for more than that.” I squeezed his big bicep. “How long can you stay?”

  “Dad’s gonna run the shop for a month. He said if I’m not back by the first, he’s disinheriting me.”

  We shared a laugh at this. Then I asked, “Did you just get into England today?”

  He nodded. “My bags are in a rental outside. I got off the plane and came straight to you.” He dramatically fluttered his eyelashes at me. “So, you have the day off. What would you like to do? You know this country better than me. Show me around.”

  I tapped my chin, gave an impish smirk. “Well, I was thinking of checking out the red light district next. And there’s no one I’d rather go there with than you.”

  His ice-blue eyes sparkled. “Let me shower and change and we’ll go.”

  Shamus grabbed his one suitcase from the car and brought it up to my room. While he was stripping to climb in the shower, I decided to join him, but I waited until I saw him slip behind the see-through curtain and under the warm spray.

  “I’m having deja vu,” I said, as I slide my arms around his waist and splayed my hands across his sculpted chest.

  He laughed. “Yes, we do seem to end up in this situation a lot.” He turned in my arms. “Shower sex, I mean.”

  I grabbed the watermelon shower gel that was hanging from a rod beneath the nozzle. “How is dad, really?” I squirted a dollop of the red, glittery soap into my palm. “Is he still giving you grief over us?”

  While I spread the gel over his firm pectorals, working up a lather, he answered, “Honestly, he’s getting over that. Your Mom charmed him enough, he softened. You know how that goes.”

  My hands moved lower. “Yes, she knows how to use the charisma, my mother.” I grinned up at him as my fingers coiled around his stiffening cock. “I swear you’re her real child at times, and I was secretly adopted before she met your dad. You and her are so alike.”

  His big hands smoothed up my back, then he yanked me against his chest. “You’re very charming, Mary Rose. And you talk at the worst times, did you know that?”

  My response was lost to his lips. His head lowered, and his tongue claimed mine before a syllable could leave my throat. I melted into his slippery, familiar embrace. One thing was certain with Shamus: the chemistry never seemed to die, and the sex never got boring.

  More soap became involved, until our bodies were sudsy and slick against each other. His fingers tangled in my wet hair, yanking my head back so he could kiss and nip a path from my ear to collarbone. I worked his hard, thick shaft with a soapy grip as he did so. Sighs of pleasure escaped me after he urged my legs apart to tease my pussy until it throbbed.

  “Shamus, no one touches me like you do,” I whispered, when his fingers slid inside my wet pussy, kindling a fire in my g-spot with a few skilled strokes.

  “The feeling is mutual, sweet Mary,” he murmured, before his tongue once more slithered into my ear.

  One huge hand roamed over my body, while the other continued to pleasure my cunt. He rubbed my clit with the slick pads of two fingers, then he pinched it gently as he rolled it in his grip. The stimuli made my pussy ache to be fucked.

  He dropped to his knees and pulled me forward with him, taking a nipple in his mouth while his hand cupped and caressed the other breast. His tongue curled around the throbbing tip and then he sucked it until I moaned and pushed closer to his mouth. The hand at my tit went back to my pulsing labia, where he teased my dripping slit while licking a path down my torso.

  When his tongue pressed into my swollen clit, I let out a long “Ohhhh,” and bit my lip as sensation throbbed hard in my loins. I thrust my pussy closer to his face and ran my fingers through his short, water-slicked back hair.

  His fingers plunged deep in my pussy, curling forward, finding my g-spot and applying erotic massage that made me lose my senses. His mouth wrapped around my clit, and he urged his tongue beneath the hood to tickle the extra-sensitive flesh beneath. Then he ground his tongue into the pulsing bead of skin, or sucked it hard while using just a touch of teeth. A third finger glided into my throbbing hole, and my cunt walls clenched these greedily, milking his touch of all the pleasure it had to give.

  I could barely keep on my feet as the sensation invaded every muscle. My legs quivered, and my hips rocked forward with a mind of their own. The hot, wet friction became everything. My mind could center on nothing else, as he finger fucked me and ate my pussy with enthusiasm.

  He made me come from the clitoral stimulation, and I pitched forward as the ecstasy flowed out from this center, making my limbs tingle and tremble. I gripped his back as the orgasm continued to shudder through me in waves. Then I could take it no longer. My g-spot begged for his penis, and I had to be fucked hard right now.

  “I want your cock inside me,” I managed, as I peeled myself from his massive back and he stood.

  He cradled my ass in his big hands and lifted me against the shower wall. My skin slipped across the slick tile as he braced my legs and jammed his penis deep into my cunt. My walls greedily clenched his meaty girth as he pumped in and out. I clutched to his broad shoulders, and we stared into each others’ eyes as we fucked.

  His rhythm was slow and sensual at first, teasing the fire in my g-spot so that it burned hotter. The pressure deep in my womb grew with each stroke of his plump glans. Soon I begged him to “Fuck me harder,” and his thrusts grew ardent, eager to make me come again.

  “Ahh, Mary,” he breathe these words into my ear as he rammed me harder still. “It feels so good to be inside you again.”

  I dug my fingernails into his back, enjoying the ripple of his muscles as they worked beneath his skin. The pressure felt like an intense need to pee, and then it let go inside me as if I did pee, as my juices gushed from within. I screamed and clutched him tighter still. My stomach constricted, and every muscle went rigid as the orgasm flooded through and out of me. I collapsed against him while he still pumped away, but when I regained my breath I told him to stop, because I desperately wanted to suck him off, taste his cum.

  I wasted no time dropping to my knees and returning the oral pleasure he’d given me. His cock twitched in my mouth, and I gobbled it down greedily, until the head brushed the back of my throat. I massaged his soap-slick balls as I did so. Then I swept my tongue across the shaft as my mouth glided up and down its length.

  I took my lips away long enough to tell him, “ I missed the taste of you.” Then I wrapped my small hand around the base of his cock, while I flitted my tongue over his hole. I laved it beneath his ridge next, finding his most sensitive spot. I took this tiny flap of skin and sucked on it, teased it until he growled out his bliss and begged me to suck his cock once more
.

  “Cum deep down my throat,” I said, before doing as he’d requested.

  It didn’t take him long to spill his salty seed in my mouth.

  ***

  We had to make do with cold water to get clean, since we wasted most of the hot during our sex session. But we weren’t complaining. The summer day was warm, so the cool water felt good, particularly when we returned to the bedroom to get dressed and a light breeze flitted in the open windows.

  Soon we were in Shamus’ rental and on our way for a quick meal before we headed to the red light district. We had to get our strength back for round number two.

  “I’ve heard from my friends here this area is nothing compared to what it used to be like,” I told him, as we walked arm and arm down a street flooded with scarlet light that spilled from windows where women, and some men, danced. “Apparently it was once far more lurid.”

  We wandered under a bright, flashing sign that advertised a peep show. Shamus cast me a glance. “What about it, Mary? Want to watch one together? We could get frisky inside the booth while she watches us.”

  He gave me a breath stealing kiss, and my hand roamed up his chest. When he finally let me free, I said, “Why not? Maybe for some extra cash, she’ll join in.”

  Inside was bathed in more crimson light. We went in a tiny room that was little more than a box with a wooden chair placed before a blackened window. Shamus plugged in money then scooped me into his lap as the black drape drifted away from the window to reveal the woman behind it.

  She was a breathtaking brunette, dressed in only a skimpy turquoise thong and matching thigh high boots. She looked like a 40s pin up girl, and her lips were painted a ruby red, while her skin was powdered to ivory paleness. Straddling a chair, she watched us with eyes that were a deep brown.

  Her gloves were the first thing she peeled off as she stood, giving us a full view of heavy, rounded breasts with eraser tip nipples. As she began to sashay around the chair, Shamus flicked his tongue into my ear.