Dirty Forbidden Collection

by Amira Bradford

  As my orgasm subsided, I removed my fingers from wet pussy and brought them up to my mouth, tasting myself, oh how I wished it was Ginny`s juice I was tasting. I returned my fingers to my hot hole, finally my breathing returned to normal and I opened my eyes.

  "God, you look horny, when you cum." Ginny stood in the doorway; she was still wet from her shower, a hand gently stroking her mound, her pussy lips, red and swollen, were parted slightly I could see her wet slit glistening from her juice.

  Embarrassed beyond belief, my fingers still buried in my pussy.

  "So did you enjoy watching me, I knew you were there, I could see you reflecting of the tiles, and did you enjoy watching me fuck myself? I was thinking about you." Ginny asked.

  Ginny started to slowly walk towards the bed and sat on the edge. I removed my fingers from my pussy and Ginny took my hand and brought it up to her mouth, she looked straight into my eyes as she slowly sucked my cum from my fingers.

  "MMMmmmm, you taste nice, do you want to taste me?"

  Ginny then took my hand in hers and brought it between her legs, I could feel the heat from pussy, I extended a finger and placed it along her slit, Ginny moaned, and started to move my hand slowly up and down her mound. My finger, eager to plunge into her sweet hole, finally found her entrance and snaked into her. She was so wet, my finger easily sliding inside her and then without warning she removed my hand and brought it up to my mouth. For the first time a tasted another woman, her juice tasted exquisite, I sucked my fingers clean of her pussy juice.

  Ginny then kissed me, passionately, her tongue squirming its way into my mouth, our tongues flicking together, our kiss becoming more and more urgent. As we kissed I felt Ginny place a hand on my breast, and gently start to massage it through my T-shirt, she gently pinched my nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

  I placed my hand on her thigh, wanting to feel her pussy again, and started to edge it towards her mound. My fingers tracing along the top of her thigh. My fingers start to part her pubic hair, I can feel her wetness on her mound.

  We finally break our kiss and Ginny peels up my T-shirt, I sit up slightly, allowing her to remove it completely. I lie back down, Ginny lowers her head, I can feel her warm breath on my breasts and then I felt her tongue start to lick around my nipples, and then she sucked one into her mouth, she gently started to bite on my hard, sensitive nipple. I then felt a hand running over my stomach towards my pussy.

  I moaned when I felt her fingers running through my pubes, her fingers gently running along my wet lips. I opened my legs, giving Ginny better access. Her fingers followed further down my slit, the heel of her hand pushing onto my mound, making me gasp.

  I moved my hand back between her legs, my fingers eager to continue toying with her. They easily parted her wet lips, my fingers scratching along her slit up to her hot hole. I pushed first one then two fingers into her, making her moan.

  Ginny lifted her head from my stiff nipples, she then pulled her fingers out of my wet hole and brought them up to her mouth and licked them clean.

  "I want your tongue." She gasped.

  Without saying another word she knelt on the bed and straddled me, she looked down at me and edged herself forward until her knees were either side of my head; I had a perfect view of her slit as she slowly lowered herself.

  I could smell her sweet sex, I wanted to taste her. I lifted my head and slowly pushed my tongue into her moist slit. Ginny gasped as I pushed my tongue deep into her. She reached down and spread her lips, my tongue rasped along her spread pussy, tasting her sweet juice, god I was in heaven.

  "Suck my clit." Ginny commanded.

  My tongue snaked up her wet slit to her clit, I kissed her hard clit and then sucked it into my mouth, I felt her tense as I sucked hard on her throbbing clit, I gently started to nibble on her hard clit. While still opening herself with one hand she reached behind and ran a finger along my slit.

  "Jenny, suck my clit, that`s it, suck me, can you feel how wet I am for your tongue."

  I was now biting and sucking her clit harder, feeling her grinding herself onto my face, her fingers rubbing my hot slit, spreading my juice over my mound. She started to pinch and pull on her own nipples. I placed my hands on each side of her pussy and opened her lips; I now started to lap along the full length of her gaping slit, with every lick I darted my tongue into her tight hole.

  Ginny continued to grind her mound onto me, my face slick with her girly juices. She ground harder and harder, my tongue fucking her hole, she writhed on my face until I felt her tense, and then I felt her pussy spasm, her cum flooded into my mouth, I eagerly licked her wetness as she cried out.

  Finally her climax subsided, Ginny lay down beside me, she leant over me and kissed me, tasting herself on my lips. She then started to kiss my neck, small kisses, making my skin tingle, she moved further down, onto the top of my breasts, her breath tickling my highly sensitive nipples. She took one in her mouth, the coldness of her saliva making it harden even more, she sucked on it, and then started to gently bite it, I moaned.

  One of her hands started to paw at my other breast, massaging the flesh, making me squirm with lust; she took that nipple between her fingers and started rub it between them. Her hand then started to move down my body, she ran a finger into my navel and then moved it further down, down towards my aching mound.

  I wanted Ginny to finger me, I needed her to finger me, my wet sex was aching to be touched, to be fingered.

  Ginny continued to move her hand down and I felt her delicate fingers running over my mound, my body twitched, her fingers started to explore my hot, wet pussy, rubbing over my mound and then her fingers gently scratched along my slit, I wanted her fingers in me.

  Her mouth left my nipple and she started to kiss my chest and then my navel, her tongue licking in circles around it, and then I felt her tongue start to move further down. I looked down my body and watched as Ginny ran her tongue down over my mound and then between my legs.

  Ginny moved into a more comfortable position, kneeling between my spread legs, my knees bent. I watched as she buried her head into my aching pussy, involuntarily, I raised myself, wanting to grind my pussy into her eager mouth. I started to moan as I felt her searching tongue start to probe my wet slit.

  Ginny used both hands to open my sex, giving her tongue better access to my wanting hole, she started to dart her tongue quickly in and out of my throbbing, tight pussy hole.

  I reach down with both hands to hold Ginny`s head, to force her deeper into my mound, as I hold her I grind my pussy as hard as I can into her mouth. Ginny rubs at my hard clit, her fingers sliding easily over my cum soaked pussy, I can feel my orgasm approaching, I hold her head forcing her deeper and deeper into me.

  Finally I cum, I can feel my pussy start to spasm, I feel my juice squirt into Ginny`s mouth, god I`ve never cum like this before.

  I finally release my grip on Ginny`s head, she gives me a final lick before looking up at me, her face red from her exertions, her face slick and glistening from my wetness.

  She lies next to me, both of us exhausted, we hold one another close and fall asleep in each other`s arms.

  The End.

  When Love Comes To Town

  Aileen had always been an adventurous girl, even with her religious upbringing. Her parents had encouraged her to participate in extra curricular activities, such as girl scouts, sports, and even the international student exchange program. And it was in Spain that she'd met Tadeo. The handsome college boy had been so taken with the lovely American redhead; he told his family that he intended to marry her.

  Aileen's host family knew Tadeo's family and had delighted in having him over to their house for dinner. The couple drove down the coast and admired the boats on the water, went to art galleries and even an amusement park. Tadeo was very respectful of the fact that Aileen was young and somewhat unsupervised in a foreign country. They held hands everywhere they went, but he pushed the issue no further. She was the p
erfect height for kissing, only three inches shorter than his own six feet, but he tried to kiss her as innocently as he could manage, hoping to stave off his own raging desire for her. He longed to be lost in her curtain of long red hair, in her bright green eyes. He even thought her freckles were sexy. They spent four short weeks seeing each other, scheduling their dates around each of their classes, before she had to go back home. Throughout the rest of Aileen's junior year, they exchanged emails and cards, love notes and photos. Tadeo called her once a week, just to hear her voice and remind her that he was still deeply in love with her. Aileen's parents were cautious of her long distance relationship with the older Spanish boy, but they trusted Aileen to live by the morals that they had taught her.

  Two months before the end of her senior year of high school, Aileen had turned eighteen. She had boldly invited Tadeo to come to the United States for the summer to celebrate her birthday and graduation with her. All the arrangements had been made, passports and visas were acquired and she'd squirreled away almost all of her pay from babysitting so that she could take the summer off completely. She intended to devote every moment to reacquainting herself with her boyfriend of nearly two years.

  "Tadeo! Kiss me, you gorgeous man!" she'd squealed when she saw him come down the ramp. She felt tingles in places she mostly tried to ignore, just from looking at her Spanish love. He was typically tall, dark and handsome. His curly black hair was almost to his shoulders and the t-shirt he wore was tucked into his jeans tightly, showing off his wide shoulders and slim waist. She jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around him. He caught her easily and quickly gave into her demand for a kiss. They shared their most passionate one to date, with the onlookers smiling at the display. One even snapped a photo of their embrace.

  "I missed you too, Aileen. Sometimes I thought I must have dreamed you. I can't believe we are finally together again."

  The young couple seemed to float over to the baggage claim, buoyed by their reunion. Tadeo listened with a grin as Aileen explained his agenda for the next 24 hours, which was to include meeting her parents for the first time and eating his first American pizza. He was caught up in her animated personality, and felt the jet lag ebb back to a manageable amount. As they walked, he let himself fall just a step behind so that he could admire Aileen moving and talking. She gestured almost wildly with her hands, emphasizing what she was saying. He couldn't help but watch her heart shaped ass move beneath the snug jean shorts. That heart happened to sit atop two of the loveliest, shapely legs he'd ever seen. She walked with a natural grace that was sexier than any airs she could have tried to put on. His young lady was a beauty to behold and he took in his fill of her as they made their way to her car.

  "I think maybe I brought too much luggage," he said as he jammed his bags into her little red hatchback.

  She started shoving at the bags as well. "You just have to put your back into it, Tadeo. Don't tell me you've gotten weak since I last saw you! I mean you're on the rowing team!" She giggled and helped him push the last of them in.

  He caught her as she headed for the driver's door. "Weak, huh? You think I have gotten weak?" Tadeo spun her around and kissed her, pressing his chest against the gentle swell of her young flesh. He imagined how those small, perfect breasts would feel in his hands when he finally got to touch them on their wedding night. He reminded himself that he would be asking her officially at some point during their summer together, after he spoke to her father.

  She pressed her body into his and moaned lightly against his lips. Tadeo released Aileen and allowed the thought of asking her father for permission to marry her to soften the erection that was straining against his jeans. Being in such close proximity to his beautiful Aileen was proving even harder than it had been in Spain. Tadeo chided himself silently, knowing he had to get himself under control or face a long, horny summer.

  "Pizza Pit?" he asked as they pulled into the parking lot of the local pie place.

  "It's really good! Best pizza in the entire Midwest! You'll see." She met him at the front of the car and took his hand. "Anyway, my parents are inside waiting to meet you. So wipe the snooty look off your face and enter the Pit with me."

  Her smile was infectious and Tadeo returned it as he let her lead him inside.

  Meeting her parents went better than he'd expected. He noticed that her mother was the source of Aileen's beautiful and fiery good looks. Her father seemed to have passed onto her a healthy sense of humor and a quick wit. They were excited to meet Tadeo and he soon felt that he'd been both welcomed and approved. The pizza was amazing, in spite of the unappetizing name of the restaurant and Tadeo polished off most of a large with everything. To his horror, he found his eyes starting to droop shortly after his belly was full and he kept excusing himself to go to the men's room and splash some cold water on his face in an effort to stay awake and participate in the conversation. Aileen's mother noticed the poor boy's jet lag and instructed her to take him to her uncle's house where he would be living for his summer visit. Tadeo fell asleep on the short trip there.

  They passed the first two weeks of his visit taking in the sights nearby. They invented a silly game that Aileen called "Walk Me Home." She would have him walk with her from her uncle's house, three streets away from her own, and then insist on accompanying him back there. They often prolonged their goodbye for an hour or more that way. She simply could not get enough of him.

  One night, Aileen's cousin was sleeping over at her house and the conversation turned to Tadeo.

  "He really is gorgeous, Leeny." Michelle said. "If I didn't have Jared, it might be dangerous for him to be spending the summer under the same roof with me," she giggled.

  Aileen whacked her with a pillow and laughed. "Stay away from my man, Chelly. He's all mine!"

  "So, have you?"

  "Have I what?"

  "Have you and Tadeo...?"

  "No, of course not!" Aileen answered incredulously. "All we've done is kiss."

  "Wow, it's nice that a boy in college would be happy with just kissing. I bet he's had lots of lovers in Spain."

  "Three girls. That's not many," she murmured.

  "More than Jared!"

  For days afterward, she could not push that thought out of her mind. Aileen worried that she wasn't giving Tadeo enough to maintain his interest. She was sure that he loved her and that she loved him. But was it enough? What if he thought she was too immature and repressed, waiting until she was married to lose her virginity? She had felt his hardness pressed against her on more than one occasion, seen the lust in his eyes. It was the same lust she felt for him. So she knew he was affected by her. He wanted her. And she was making him wait. He'd traveled all the way from Spain to be with her and she expected him to be happy with a few kisses. It weighed on her heavily.

  Michelle suggested a camping trip the following week. She wanted to go camping with Jared and knew that her parents would have a fit if she didn't take a family member. She asked Aileen, who accepted quickly. Tadeo was thrilled at the chance to get out of the city and get some fresh air and sunshine. Aileen's parents loaned them their van to haul all of their camping gear and they loaded up enough supplies for the long weekend they planned to be gone.

  The spot Jared found for them was gorgeous. It took them three trips to haul their gear to the sunlit clearing next to the waterfall-fed pool. As they trudged back on their third trip, they simultaneously dropped the equipment and kicked off their shoes, all of them sloshing into the cool water. They swam and splashed like children in their clothes. The boys soon tossed their shirts up on the bank. Tadeo took Aileen into his arms and held her against his bare chest. Even with the cool water on his skin, Aileen felt herself become heated with the contact.

  When cooled, they all trudged up onto the bank to set up their equipment. Michelle and Jared looked at each other conspiratorially before grabbing their tent and heading for the other side of the pool.

  "Chelly, where are you going? I thought w
e were going to camp together. That's what I told Uncle Will!" Aileen followed behind her, leaving Tadeo unpacking their gear. "We were going to have a girls' tent and a boys' tent," she hissed at her cousin. "I can't sleep with Tadeo!"

  "Go on," Michelle called over her shoulder at Jared when she'd turned to face Aileen. "Look, Leeny. I love you. We're more like sisters than cousins. But this weekend is not about s'mores and ghost stories. We aren't in the girl scouts anymore. You aren't going after a merit badge; you're going after a man!" She gestured toward a hunched over Tadeo, his wet shorts clinging to his impressive backside. "And I'm going after one of my own! Jared and I have already had sex once. And my plan is to make it twice before I sleep tonight. If you tell Mom and Dad, I will never speak to you again!"

  "You know I'm not going to tell! But I can't do this! I can't have sex with Tadeo. I'm not sure that I'm ready. And I really believe in the abstinence pledge I took...WE took." She eyed her cousin accusingly. "You didn't even tell me that you weren't a virgin anymore."

  "You don't have to have sex with him just because you're sleeping in the same tent. You could just snuggle. But you're worried. I can tell. You're scared that he isn't going to want to be with you anymore with no sex. So, now's your chance. Have sex with him!"

  "Not til I'm married!" she insisted.

  "Ok, then let him have you the OTHER way."

  "What other way is there?" Michelle shook her head at her naive little cousin. "Well, there's two OTHER ways that come to mind. There's oral and anal. Take your pick. Maybe he'll be happy with one of those."