An Anthology of Forbidden Erotica: 28 Depraved Tales (19 page)

“I know, but still, chances like this don’t come very often. Besides, I’ve never told you this, but I’ve always thought that you were really hot.”
Her eyebrows were suddenly raised and she put her hands on her hips. “You’ve really got a way with words young man. Fine, I’ll do it. Just don’t expect this to happen again.”
She bent down and untied her brown hiking shoes. Once they were undone, she took off her shoes and followed that by taking off her socks and placing her bare feet on the grass. She didn’t make eye contact with me. Instead, she casually took of each article of clothing she wore, and neatly folded them to place on the ground, as if she were at home undressing after work in the privacy of her own home. Only she wasn’t at home, or in private; she stood completely naked in the Great Outdoors, and in front me of all people.
“So what do you think?” she gleefully asked with her hands on her hips again.
My eyes soaked in the sight of her naked body as fast as they could. Her skin was fair. And her breasts were small hand-fulls, slightly sagging, with large pink nipples that were quickly hardening from the cool breeze. Her upper body was fairly thin, but her lower body had the right amount of curves around her hips and thighs. Topping everything off, she had a neatly trimmed bush in between her legs. 
“I’m practically speechless. I think you look incredible. You’re absolutely stunning,” I told her with complete honesty.
“Thank you,” she smiled. “Now it’s your turn to get undressed. I’m starting to become uncomfortable being the only one naked here.”
“My turn? This is 
your
 fantasy, not mine.”
She responded with a dead serious look on her face. “Very funny. Now get undressed or else you’ll be walking home.”
“Okay, okay. I was only joking.”
I immediately wasted no time in putting down my things and getting undressed. Unlike her, I didn’t bother taking my time to savor the moment, or to neatly take off my clothes and fold them to place carefully on the ground. Instead, I sloppily pulled everything off with the intent to get naked as quick as possible.
“My, you’ve become a young man,” she said as she looked me over.
“I’m glad you’ve noticed,” I joked. “So what do you suggest we do now?”
“You know, I’ve never really planned this out. But it looks to me like you’re getting pretty excited already,” she replied, looking down at my growing erection.
“I can’t help it. You’re hot, and you’ve got a great body.”
She grinned, “Come on, let’s go for a quick swim in the river. Hopefully, for my sake, the cold water will get ride of that erection you have so I won’t have to.”
“I prefer the other way. But going for a naked swim with you does sound fun,” I said, smiling back.
Clara held my hand and we took a few steps towards the shallow river. The water was cold and we took out time getting in, laughing and splashing water on each other in the process. And the fact that we were completely naked in the outdoors together made that moment even more special for us.
Once we got accustomed to the cold water, she wrapped her arms around me and had a big smile on her face. 
“You know, I have to say it; this isn’t the Earth Day that I was expecting. But it’s the most fun I’ve had in a 
very
 long time, and I’m so glad that it’s with you. This means a lot to me”
“I’m having a great time as well,” I replied. “And just so you know, this water isn’t cold enough to…you know…get rid of my feelings for you.”
She paused and gave me a playful look. “Well, I guess there’s no harm in providing relief for you again since I’ve done it already this morning. The results don’t lie.”
“They certainly don’t.”
With that said, she reached down with one hand and began to stroke the erection I had for her. I felt soft and soothing as she tugged and pulled my manhood. 
“Ohh…” I moaned.
“Do you like the way this feels?” she asked teasingly.
“You know it. Don’t stop.”
We continued looking each other straight in the eyes and she continued her hand job. Her grip began tighter, and so did her stroking. 
I suddenly put my hand on hers and said, “I have a better idea. Why don’t we get out of this water already and continue doing what we were doing in the car. I wouldn’t mind returning the favor if you know what I mean.”
“Fine,” she smiled. “There’s no harm in doing that for you again either. And it’s been a while since a man has taken care of me in 
that
 way. It’s not like anyone’s going to find out…”
She took me by the hand and we exited the river. I looked her over once again, and this time, she was dripping wet, making her even more irresistible. Her pale wet skin was shining under the sun, and her pubic hairs were glistening. Best of all, her large pink nipples were rock hard from the cold water.
“Like what you’re seeing?” she asked proudly at my admiration towards her.

“Of course I do. You look even sexier with your body dripping wet. I can’t believe I’ve missed out on seeing this for all these years.”
She smiled, “Thanks again. Now lie down, I’ve got an idea.”
I laid down on the grass as she had asked me to. But instead of her getting in between my legs the way I had expected, she stood over me and lowered herself on top of me to get in the sixty-nine position, with her exposed vagina just over my face.
Before she performed oral sex on me, she turned to me and asked, “Ever do anything like this before?”
“No,” I replied honestly. “But I’m really excited to try it with you.”
“Good. And I expect your full effort.”
Having said that, Clara dove her head down and inserted my cock in her mouth for her to suck and slurp on. It wasn’t as slow or gentle as before -no- this was graphic and lewd. She was sucking my cock just as much for her gratification as it was for mine. It felt amazing. And I gladly paid her back by lifting my head and touching the tip of her light brown labia with my tongue.
She twitched the moment my tongue and lips touched her womanhood. And it made her suck and bob her head with even more enthusiasm. When I stuck my tongue inside of her opening and tasted her, the suction from her mouth became even more intense. And when I used my tongue and mouth on her, she added the use of her stroking hand to give me the best oral experience of my life.
“I’m about to cum…I’m about to cum…” I moaned after a few minutes of us providing intense sexual relief for each other.
She ignored my warning as she kept on sucking and bobbing her head while stroking me. But she obviously got the message as she sucked and stroked ever harder.
“Oh god…I’m cumming!!!”
Even after blowing a huge load a few hours earlier, with what lara was able to do to me, my bodily functions had no trouble producing another a huge load which went straight inside her air-tight mouth. She made sure she sucked and stroked every last drop of cum from my cock, and I made sure she had a nice little orgasm of her own as I licked and rubbed her throbbing clitoris until she gave a nice squirt.
When it was all over, she sat upright on the grass and smiled at me while licking her lips clean. 
“I really enjoyed that,” she said happily. “It’s been a while since I’ve had an orgasm like that.”
“You? I’m the one who should be complementing you for what you’ve done for me. This is the best day of my life.”
She smiled, “Thank you. And as crazy as this sounds, I’ve lived out two of deepest fantasies today, and I’m glad they were with you. It’s certainly a fun way for us to bond together.”
“Well if this is your idea of bonding, then we better get to know each other a lot better in the future.”
She gave me a wink and patted me on the leg. “We should wash up and get dressed now. The other ladies might come looking for us sooner rather than later.”
I watched her stand up and walk towards the small river, admiring her naked backside and rear end move in the process. I admired her body as she crouched down to wash her vagina, and as she scooped up water with her hand to rinse her mouth.
As I got up to go join her, I noticed that she turned her face, and I saw a look of sudden shock in her eyes and wide open mouth. I turned to see what she was looking at, noticing that all of her friends had just appeared over a nearby hill, and they were all stunned by the lewd sight of uscompletely naked together.
We had been caught.
***EPILOGUE: ONE YEAR LATER***
She and I were lying naked on the grass, side by side, in the same spot as the previous year. 
Yes, we had been caught by her best friends the last time around and were completely horrified beyond words. But in the end, it wasn’t so bad. She explained everything to her dearest friends and they all agreed to keep it a secret between them. In fact, they thought the whole thing between us was incredibly romantic and they eagerly awaited details from whenever we had an encounter.
As for us we kept doing what we had been doing. We provided each other with relief whenever one of us needed it, and we never took it beyond that.
“I can’t believe we’ve been doing this for a year already,” she said with a nostalgic tone as we looked up at the sky. “Time just passed us by.”
“It did. And none if this never would have happened if you hadn’t dragged me with you to celebrate Earth Day together.”
I felt her hand on my chest and looked over to see her smiling at me.
“Can I ask you something?” she said. “It’s something deeply person and I don’t know how you would feel about it.”
“Anything.”
She took a deep breath. “I’ve always wanted another child. And as you know, you’re the only man in my life right now. So…would you care to do the honors for me?”
“Are you asking what I think you’re asking?”
She nodded, “I want you to make love to me. I’m 
not
 
on the pill and I didn’t bring any contraceptives. If you don’t want to do this, or if you need more time to think about it, I would certainly understand. But I can’t think of anything more special than to have something inside me that we’ve made together…”
“I don’t need to think about it,” I replied immediately. “It’s something I’ve already thought a lot about. And I’d love to do this with you.”
Her face was almost emotionless when she reached over to grab my manhood. As usual, it didn’t take long for her hand to give me a full erection.
She climbed on top of me and positioned her open legs just above my cock. Her body slowly lowered itself on top of me, with her hand holding up my erection, guiding towards her entrance.
My yearlong fantasy of having sex with her was becoming a reality. She was soaking wet. She was tight. She felt like everything I imagined her to feel like. Her hips slowly rocked as she looked me straight in the eyes. It felt amazing. 
Her thrusts became harder and harder. There was no letting up with how much she wanted this. Soon, it had gotten to the point where her small breasts were waving up and down in a way that I had always wanted to see. Her hands were on my chest and her eyes almost wanted to roll to the back of her head. Her mouth was wide open and she was making noises and grunting sounds that I had never heard her make before.
I was just about to tell her that I was about to cum, as I usually did. But at this point, she recognized the signs all too well.
“That’s it. Cum for me. Cum for me. I want you to cum inside my womb,” she moaned with a passion in her voice that I had never heard before. “I want you to make me pregnant.”
I obliged her request and I finally was able to cum where I had always wanted to cum. My ejaculation filled her tight vaginal canal with every spurt I gave from her continuing to gyrate her hips until every last drop of my fluids were in her.
When it was over, she collapsed on top of me while we both tried to catch our breath. She then turned her body so that her back would once again be laying on top of the grass, and she held her knees up high to ensure that my sperm would head straight towards her fertile womb.
“Do you think that’ll be enough to get you pregnant?” I asked.
She sat up and smiled, “I think so…I hope so.”
The End

Debauched Valentine’s Day

My fellow student Elisha has always been a hopeless romantic. She’s someone who rushes out to see the latest romantic comedy, gets overly excited by her friends’ wedding announcements, and if she gets particularly busy with her studies in corporate law, you might be able to find the occasional romance novel placed sloppily underneath a pile of paperwork. 

But by no means was she a desperate girl. At 25 years old, she still has plenty of men throwing themselves at her. And for good reason too; she is the ‘perfect woman’ in many regards. She has the beauty and charm of a Hollywood actress, along with a warm and inviting personality that has endeared her to so many people. She’s also prim & proper in every way imaginable. On the weekends when she’s lounging around, it would be fairly common to see her with her hair tied behind her back with an apron on, baking goods for people in the community. But on the weekdays, it was always clean cut clothes along with her legal briefcase. That’s the kind of girl she is. 
Whenever she was asked by her friends about a lack of a steady love life, it seemed like she always had a steady list of reasons why nothing ever worked out for her. It was always one thing or another. But eventually, she wouldn’t need to look any further than our shared appartment…
It was the middle of an afternoon and I was studying hard for a college exam. When I had arrived home moments ago, Elisha was fast asleep on her bed with the door wide open. She was still fully dressed in her business suit and I even noticed that her pantyhose were still on her feet. I couldn’t blame for her being so tired since she was working overtime because of a looming exam also. Then suddenly, I heard it.
A small moan came from her room. 
‘It’s probably nothing,’
 I first thought to myself. She probably just woke up from her nap and was stretching in her bed. Then I heard it again, but this time it was louder and more distinctive. I’ve been with enough women (and have seen enough porn) to know whether 
that
kind of a moan is sexual or not- and clearly it was.
My mind quickly went from school work to being in a state of frenzy. She was obviously masturbating in her bedroom with her door wide open. She had no clue that I had already arrived home because she was sleeping, and if I wanted to, I could quietly have a look at what she was doing to herself. But could I? Could I actually spy on her doing something so personal and so private?
I knew I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t resist. Curiosity had gotten the better of me and so I quietly stepped into the hallway and took a peak inside her bedroom to see Elisha in the most vulnerable position I had ever seen her in. She was completely bare from the waist down. Her pants, pantyhose, and undergarments were all off. Her professional business suit on her upper body was still worn nicely, with her jacket and blouse still properly buttoned up. Her hair and make up were still neat, showing that she just arrived home not too long ago. 
But it wasn’t just the lack of clothes which grabbed my undivided attention, but what she was doing to herself. There was a faint buzzing sound in the room. Her milky white legs were spread wide open and she was using a vibrator on herself- pushing and pulling it, in and out of her vagina. 
I was mesmerized by the sight of my prim & proper friend masturbating herself with such intensity. I couldn’t believe how aroused I was becoming just by watching her. I loved the sight of her clenching her eyes shut, which brought out the slight wrinkle lines on her face. Her chest was moving up and down from her ever-increasing heart rate. She was soaking wet down there with her vaginal fluids brightly glistening along her brown labia and thick pubic hairs.Her legs were slowly moving and her feet were curled up and clenched tight. And of course her fingers; her fingers were still busy at work, taking turns rubbing her clit and fingering her dripping wet vagina.
In all our years of living together, she has always been the symbol of morality and purity. Of course she enjoys sex like anyone else, but actually seeing it person with her face twisting & turning was an utter shock to put it lightly. But what was equally as shocking was noticing that I was becoming HARD watching my her masturbate like this. But suddenly, as her leg muscles clenched and showed signs of an impending orgasm, her eyes opened in a flash. And that’s when she caught me, lifting her head up to see me watching her.
I immediately turned away and headed back to my room, hoping deep down that Elisha would stupidly think that I was just walking by and caught just a split second of what she was doing, rather than just standing there and spying on her.
She came out of her room to follow me. Her pants were sloppily thrown on and she was barefoot. And her shirt was untucked. She obviously wanted to explain herself, as we both faced each other with the same mortified look on our faces.
She was struggling for words before finally saying, “I’m so sorry you had to see that…I had no idea you were home….God, I’ve never been so humiliated in my entire life.” 
She was almost in tears as those words came out of her mouth. 
“It’s okay,” I replied, trying to comfort her. “We’re all human and we all have our needs. Don’t forget how many times you’ve caught me doing that growing up. It’s not that big of a deal.”
“But you weren’t supposed to see 
me
 like that. I can’t imagine how lewd and vile that must have looked to you. We’re friend and this just isn’t right. And why were you even WATCHING me in the first place?” 
“I don’t know…I guess it just kind of happened,” I stammered.
Her response to my answer was to simply put her head down in shame. She looked crushed that I not only saw her in the state that she was in, but was actually spying on her.
I reached out and patted her on the shoulder. “Come on, it’s Valentine’s Day, and neither of us have a date tonight. So instead of sitting around feeling depressed over this, I’ll take you out to a nice restaurant for dinner. It’ll be fun.”
“You don’t have to do that for me. But thank you for the kind offer though,” she said appreciatively. 
“Nope, you’re going. And I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer.”
It was late in the evening when we arrived at the restaurant. It felt like a date the way she had dressed up for the occasion. And to my surprise, she wore a sexy tight fitting black dress with a plunging neckline, showing the center of her bare chest, just above her bra. Her hair was elegantly done as was her neatly applied make-up. Simply put, she looked stunning.
*** 
“I never thought my Valentine’s Day dinner would be with my housemate of all people,” Elisha said jokingly as we ate.
“Believe me, I didn’t expect this either. But it’s a heck of a lot better than watching you sit on the couch all night watching dvd’s of romantic comedies that you’ve seen a million times- no offense, but it’s a sad sight. Especially on your favorite day of the year.”
“I guess you’re right. Thank you for taking me to such a nice restaurant. I should be a little more appreciative towards you for this,” she said with a playful wink.
“No problem. But that raises the question; what’s a woman like you doing being single on Valentine’s Day? You’re a real catch and I’m sure you can have any man you want.”
“Well, you can take your pick of reasons. For the last few years it’s been my hectic studies which has led me to have to cancel dates, making the guy think that I’m either cheating or that I’m not interested. And sometimes I can be a little too picky and my standards are a little high. I’m not getting any younger here and it would be nice to settle down with ‘Mr. Right’ before it’s too late.”
“I’m sure you’ll find the right guy soon enough. Like I said, there are lots of guys who would date you in a heartbeat,” I told her.
“That’s very kind of you to say. Anyway, enough about me rambling on about myself, let’s talk about you for a moment. You’re a handsome young man; how come 
you
 aren’t dating anyone?” she asked.
“Same reasons as you I guess. I’ve been really busy with school this semester, and frankly, a lot of the girls in college aren’t my type. I’ve always been attracted to 
older women
 to be honest.”
I quickly realized what my words meant in this conversation since she was older than me, and by the look on her face, she noticed it to.
“Older women huh?” she noted with an eyebrow raised. “Have you ever been with one?”
“No comment,” I playfully replied.
“And to think, I expected this dinner to be like any other night,” she smiled. “So tell me, what is it you like about older women? And was your first time what you expected it to be?”
“Do we 
really
 have to do this?”
She nodded and took a sip of her drink.
“Fine,” I replied. “I love the class and elegance of older women, and their confidence. And I love the way they look. The lines, the wrinkles, the soft skin; I think it’s all really sexy.”
“Hmmm…Now there’s an interesting answer. And how many have you been with? Were they pretty? Age?”
“I’ve only been with one, and it was amazing. She was in her mid-30’s and it was everything I expected it to be. And yes, she was really pretty. She actually reminds me a lot of you, with the same style and personality. Her body is shaped like yours as well.”
“Is that why you’ve been glancing at my cleavage all evening?” she asked with a little smirk. 
“Very funny,” I replied. “It’s not my fault you wore such a revealing dress.”
“Well, you asked me out to dinner on Valentine’s Day, so I wore my Valentine’s Day outfit.”
“Fair enough. Now let’s turn this conversation back towards you where it belongs,” I said. “What kind of men are you interested in?”
She took another sip of her drink and replied, “All kinds. I really don’t have a preference, just as long as he’s intelligent, charming, and is a real gentleman. The last two men I’ve been with were much older than me, so I wouldn’t mind being with someone 
younger
 for a change. But for now, it’s just me and my vibrating toy.”
For the first time this evening, I found myself at a loss for words because of her frank comment about what I saw her do this afternoon- a topic which I was sure wasn’t going to brought up again.
“You seem a little shocked hearing me say that,” she said with another smirk. “At this point, you shouldn’t be, you’ve already seen 
the goods
.”
“I guess. But actually hearing you talk like that is just…different. I’m so used to being around the ‘perfect’ woman that I’ve become accustomed to. It’s hard to explain.”
She smiled. “I think I know what you mean. You know, it’s tough being single for all the years. And I guess, as a result, I’ve overcompensated a little and tried to hard to be ‘perfect’ as you put it. So, you naturally must have been stunned to find out that your conservative friend has a healthy sexual appetite which I’m SURE can rival some of the girls at your school.”
“So your sex drive is on par with the younger college girls? It kind of makes wonder what else I don’t know about you…”
Her eyes sharpened and she took an even bigger sip of her drink. “Well, if you’re
that
 curious about my sex life, if I’m not seeing anyone, I like to use my vibrator every so often in the bathtub so you can’t hear it. I either do it after work or before bed at night. And if I’m in an especially naughty mood, I’ll let it vibrate deep inside my anus while I rub myself. Nothing relieves stress better than that.”
“I know I’m going to regret telling you this, but hearing you say that just made my night,” I replied bluntly. “That’s the most erotic thing a woman has ever said to me.”
She leaned forward and whispered, “Then I suppose this conversation is making you as aroused as I am.”
Just when the tension between us was at it’s peak, the waiter came and presented us with two chocolate desserts, which were heart-shaped for Valentine’s Day.
“These are complements of the owner,” the waiter informed us. “She says that it’s a real joy to see a couple so in love with each other regardless of their age difference.”
Elisha and I both looked over to see the owner sitting by the counter, a woman in her mid-50’s, smiling at us, thinking that we were an actual couple.
***
We headed home after we finished our desserts. I was a little disappointed that she chose not to continue our conversation on sex because of how tantalizing it had become. I knew it wasn’t normal by any means for someone to lust after someone like this, but I couldn’t help it. I saw her in a new light, one in which she had become the sexiest woman on Earth. But when we arrived home and got to our rooms, she picked up where we left off at the restaurant. 
“Thank you for the wonderful night,” she said happily. “I had a lot of fun and it was nice doing something a little different between us. I just hope I didn’t get to carried away and made a fool of myself once again today by some of the things I was saying.”
“It was my pleasure,” I replied. “And 
no
, you didn’t get carried away, or make a fool of yourself. Actually, that was probably the most interesting conversation I’ve ever had on a date.”
“You considered tonight a date?” she asked with her eyebrows raised.
“Well…you know what I mean…”
“I was just teasing you. It sure felt like a date between us didn’t it? And I still can’t get over how the owner of that restaurant thought we were actually
together
. How funny was that? It was fun playing along with it, but I don’t know if I could ever show my face there again.”
“I definitely can’t blame her for thinking that. You’re a very special woman and you can have any man you want. So why not a younger guy?” 
She smiled and leaned forward to give me a soft kiss on the cheek.
“That’s for the complement and being such a gentleman. Good night.”
With that said, she turned around and headed towards her room, closing the door behind her. An hour had passed and I was just about to turn off the lights in my room and sleep, when I heard a soft knock on my door. It was Elisha of course. She wore her ivory colored silk pajamas, and by the serious look on her face, I couldn’t tell what she wanted.
“May I come in?” she asked quietly. 
“Sure. What is it?” I replied, wondering why she came here so late.
She entered my room and said, “I just wanted to thank you for such a special night. You have no idea how much it meant to me. It’s been a while since I’ve connected with a man like that, and even though you’re my son, I still found it to be incredibly romantic. So, I want to show you my gratitude, and I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer.”
She leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on my lips. Then she wrapped her arms behind my neck and started kissing me full on the mouth. Her lips pressed tightly against mine, and I responded by doing the same. And when she slipped her tongue against mine, I did the same as well. It was a passionate kiss as if we were two people who were madly in love with each.