Dirty Forbidden Collection

by Amira Bradford

  "Uh - Brandon?" Carol said as the young man beside her started poking her in the hip with his dick, which was hard yet again. "Your folks are going to be home soon, and besides, I'm getting a little sore. Haven't had any visitors down there in a while, and after four..."

  "Five," Brandon said, correcting his middle-aged lover.

  "Five," Carol said with a toothy grin. "However many it was, it was great but I'm worn out."

  "Can I come back tomorrow?" Brandon asked hopefully, and when Carol nodded he kissed her."

  "This was the greatest day of my life," Brandon declared as he stood up, his boner bouncing in front to him like a diving board.

  "Well, how are you going to get that in your pants?" Carol said as Brandon started to put his underwear on, and when he shrugged his shoulders Carol swung her feet off of the bed and beckoned him closer.

  "One for the road," Carol said as she pulled Brandon close and inhaled his cock, moving her lips up and down the shaft.

  Her nose bumped into the tangled tuft of pubic hair above his member, the formerly soft fur having become a twisted mess made stiff by their fluids, and as Brandon moaned and shifted his weight from foot to foot Carol felt his hands reached down to her shoulders and then slide lower.

  Carol suppressed a giggle as she felt the boy's fingers running through the hair under her arms - hair that he couldn't get enough of it seemed, having stroked and licked her armpits in between lavishing affection on her breasts all afternoon.

  In a moment she felt Brandon's body tense and then her lips felt the surge of semen roar through his dick an instant before he spurted his load into her waiting mouth while her hand milked his balls dry.

  Reluctantly Brandon got dressed and went home, taking a desperately needed shower that was interrupted when he found it necessary to relieve himself as the image of Carol kept going through his mind.

  Come the next morning Brandon was up early and after his folks when off to work he raced next door, waking up his new neighbor in the process.

  "Too early," Carol mumbled upon seeing Brandon at the door.

  "You look so pretty," Brandon said as Carol squinted into the sunlight, and even though her hair was a mess and she had sleep lines on her cheeks, to the young lad she looked amazing anyway.

  "Alright, come in," Carol said after finding the puppy dog eyes too pitiful to turn him away. "You can come into bed with me but you gotta let me sleep."

  Brandon nodded eagerly and followed Carol down the hall and into bed, stripping his clothes off as he walked.

  "Alright, you can cuddle," Carol agreed after feeling Brandon spoon up behind her. "Just don't poke me with that thing or I'll never get to sleep.

  "This okay?" Brandon asked as he pulled his cock backward and placed it in the car of Carol's butt.

  "Good night."

  "It's 7:30 in the morning," Brandon said as he held the love of his life close to him, and he did his best not to bother Carol, but laying there with his face inches away from her hair, her skin so soft, and the feeling of her butt against the underside of his cock, well...

  "Good grief," Brandon heard Carol mutter as his semen squirted onto her lower back, the result of him rubbing his member along the crevice of her buttocks.

  "Sorry," Brandon said as his dick spurted a couple more times.

  "Good night."

  "Are you mad at me?" Brandon asked.

  "If you let me go back to sleep. no," Carol declared, and so Brandon closed his eyes and actually dropped off.

  It was almost 10 when Brandon woke up, the cause of his waking up being Carol who was sucking his cock down under the sheet.

  "You kept poking me with the thing in your sleep," Carol said in mock anger as she climbed up on the boy, straddling his thighs while putting his stiff manhood into her pussy.

  "I love you," Brandon said, reaching up and grabbing her swaying boobs while she rode him like a cowgirl.

  "If you love me," Carol gasped. "Make sure you don't cum before me," and while it was close, Brandon managed to hold up until Carol started to scream while doing a crazy sort of dance on his lap.

  ***

  "Brandon honey, I can't," Carol declared sometime after lunch. "My pussy is so sore. Look at it. I'll bet it's rubbed raw."

  "Can't really see on account of it's so hairy," Brandon mused as he raked his fingers through Carol's bush.

  "Well maybe I'll shave it," Carol said, to which Brandon practically screamed, "NO!"

  "Yeah, I guess it is kinda red," Brandon admitted.

  Carol looked at the kid which the erection that wouldn't go away and shook her head, amazing at not only his virility but the way he looked at her like she hadn't been looked at in years.

  "If you want, you can try putting it somewhere else," Carol suggested, and when she saw the confused look on his face she got up on all fours and backed up toward him.

  "Wow, it's got hair around that too," Brandon said, observing the circle of blonde hairs around Carol's tan puckered ring.

  "Then I suspect you must like it," Carol snapped.

  "What do I do?"

  "Lube it up. There's lotion on the night table. Lick it, I don't care," Carol added, and then after she felt Brandon face press between her cheeks she yelped, "I was only kidding - ooh."

  "This good?" Brandon asked after his tongue burrowed into the steamy crack, the pungent taste and aroma somehow inflaming him.

  "Omigod!" Carol groaned. "What a tongue you have. Yes. It's good... so good. Put some lotion on your cock - stick a finger in first - two. Now stick your dick in."

  Brandon scrambled up to his knees and fumbled around the tiny orifice before finally working the tip of his member in.

  "It's so tight," Brandon grunted as he struggled to insert his cock into Carol's anus.

  "Don't stop now - push!" Carol cried out, then Brandon lurched forward while his cock slid all the way in to the hilt, and while it didn't last long Brandon obviously enjoyed it, and after coating Carol bowels with his seed he waited until his limp dick slithered out before collapsing on the bed next to his lover.

  "I think I've just about corrupted you completely," Carol mused as Brandon smothered her with affection. "Where were you 24 years ago?"

  "Uh - not even born," Brandon said sheepishly. "Why? What happened 24 years ago?"

  "I made a mistake, one of many in my life," Carol said. "I married somebody I thought I loved, and I've been paying for it ever since."

  "Oh yeah. Well, if I was alive back then I would have married you in a minute," Brandon said. "That would be awesome. I would do anything for you."

  "I know," Carol said, her eyes getting misty as she reached over and touched Brandon's cheek. "Someday, you're going to meet somebody and fall in love..."

  "I love you," Brandon said. "I haven't known you all that long, I know, but I love everything about you."

  "Like I said, someday you'll find somebody your own age," Carol continued. "When you do find her and get married and all that, do me a favor. Hell, do yourself a favor. If you get mad at each other say your piece, make your point and then walk away."

  "Yeah, that's what my Dad does," Brandon explained. "After they start yelling he throws up his arms and yells, what's the use and goes down to the basement and bangs away on this bookcase he's been building for years. Usually later that night after we go to bed, I hear the bed squeaking."

  "That's the way to do it," Carol chuckled. "Don't hit, not even once. Don't even think of hitting, because once you do it..."

  "Your husband. He hit you? With his hands?"

  "Slaps, fists, and if he happened to have something in his hands at the time - hey!" Carol said as she watched Brandon go to pieces in front of her eyes, crying uncontrollably in her arms. "Hey! Brandon? It's okay. It's over."

  Carol held the boy while he sobbed until he ran out of tears. "Didn't mean to upset you. You're a sensitive kid."

  "If I ever see him I'll kill him,' Brandon muttered, and the determined look on the boy's
face would have been comical to the woman if he wasn't so serious.

  "No you won't, honey," Carol said. "He might not even find me this time. Never went this far away from him before. He'll be out of jail soon, but I didn't tell anybody where I was going this time, so I think I'll be okay here. This is a nice town, and I like my neighbors."

  "There, that's better," Carol announced when she managed to get a smile out of Brandon. "Now that you must be exhausted from all this drama, maybe you'll let me finish moving into this place. As much as I enjoy your company, I can't be humping in bed all day."

  "My folks think I've been looking for a summer job," Brandon admitted. "Guess I better actually look."

  "Good idea. Find a job and make some money for your college books," Carol said. "Just don't forget about me. I forgot what it was like without you underfoot."

  "You mean you still want me to come over?" Brandon asked, and after Carol assured him that she did he looked relieved. "Oh. I thought you were trying to get rid of me."

  "No way. Never had anybody this crazy about me before, and crazy is the right word," Carol said. "So until you find a nice girl, feel free to come on over any time after breakfast and jump my bones."

  ***

  Carol did eventually unpack her boxes, and Brandon even found a job stocking shelves at a supermarket. The limited hours he got left him plenty of time to visit Carol, and by the end of summer he was spending most of his time at Carol's, even sleeping over from time to time.

  Unfortunately Brandon also got the opportunity to meet Carol's husband. The lad had just gotten out of work at 9 and rode his bike at top speed so he could run through his house, say hello to his folks and then weasel out the back door and over the fence, but something was wrong.

  There was an old pickup truck in front of Carol's house, and there was a lot of yelling going on, so Brandon hopped off his bike after pulling in the driveway.

  A voice from his house startled him. It was his father's.

  "I called the police, son," his father said, leaning out the window. "Don't go over there."

  Brandon was already on his way though, running to Carol's front door, and after finding it locked raced around to the back. The door was ajar, and after Brandon pushed it open he saw this giant of a man in the middle of the living room. which was trashed.

  "Who the fuck are you?" the grubby looking guy snarled.

  "Brandon! Leave!" came the scream from further in the room, and when Brandon looked down he saw Carol on the floor, her blouse half ripped off of her and blood pouring out of a cut above her right eye. "NO!!!"

  Brandon was already halfway across the room by then, screaming and cursing as he launched himself toward the behemoth, swinging, scratching and clawing at Carol's husband, hellbent on doing what he had sworn he would do if he ever saw him.

  ***

  In Hollywood, the good guys would have won, the bad guy would have been vanquished and everybody would have lived happily ever after, but Kingston, New York isn't Hollywood.

  After landing a couple of punches, blows that mostly only infuriated Carol's husband, and climbing on his back while attempting to claw his eyeballs out of their sockets, Brandon got shrugged off and was nearly put through the living room wall before getting picked up and knocked out with one punch.

  When Brandon woke up, the police were there along with an ambulance and there was blood all over the place. Some was his, some was Carol's and some was her husband's, because while Brandon's attack wasn't effective by itself, it had allowed Carol time to pick up a hammer and nail her distracted tormentor in the back of the head.

  He managed to stagger out of the place just before the police arrived, promising to be back, leaving Brandon and Carol behind to get stitched up.

  "They'll get him," Brandon said to Carol after the police took the information but Carol shook her head.

  "He's slicker than shit," she said. "He'll elude them or just get a few months in jail and be out again. Time for me to fly."

  "You can't just keep running," he told the love of his life and implored her to stay ever though Brandon's motives had a degree of selfishness attached. "I'll protect you."

  "You were amazing Brandon," carol said. "What you did - nobody ever loved me that much to do anything like that. Next time though he will probably be better prepared knowing I might not be alone, and I can't drag you down into my hell."

  Carol was gone in a couple of days and though she told him she would let him know where she moved to when she settled in, he knew better.

  "You won't because you know I'll follow you," Brandon said.

  "Smart kid - man I mean," Carol agreed. "That's my way of telling you I love you. Maybe someday though, if he ever gets put away for good like he should..."

  Brandon held out home for quite a while, hoping against hope that the call or a letter would come, but they never did and after a time his hopes of rejoining his love changed to a hope that she was alright and was having a normal life. The alternative ending was something he couldn't even think about.

  Somebody else moved in to that place next door eventually but they had to do their own lawn and didn't have to worry about anybody looking out the window at them. Brandon still looked over there though, but when he did all he ever saw was the bubbly woman with the sassy smile that had changed his life and made him a man.

  The End.

  Let's Play Doctor

  There I was, sitting in my van on the side of the road, in the middle of nowhere, with my dick in my hand. I’d been feeling tremendously horny all day, but my job as a sales rep generally keeps me way too busy to do anything about it. However, my last call was out in the boonies with a young female doctor; redheaded and gorgeous.

  I tried, I really tried, to be professional, but her blouse was open necked – her lovely round breasts straining each button and so tight that you could actually see her areola through the material of both her blouse and her bra. They were so perky and dark and so very enticing, I couldn’t keep my eyes off them. What a bungled sales call that was. When she finally informed me that she needed to see to her patients, I could barely stand, the bulge in my pants as obvious as her nipples. Goddammit, that was the last straw! I just had to get out of there, so I didn’t bother booking a future appointment, before practically sprinting out of the office.

  So there I was, lazily stroking my cock, fantasizing about what kind of a sales call it could have been – if we were the stars of a porn-video, or I was a very lucky bastard. I was totally lost in my thoughts, eyes closed. I didn’t even know that there was another car on the highway, let alone pulled up behind me. I didn’t hear anything at all until the tap on the window. My eyes flew open! Oh, God! It was the doctor!

  I grabbed an open binder from the seat beside me and threw it across my lap. Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit! What had I done? She was probably going to phone my company and make a formal complaint and I’d lose my job! Sweating, I rolled down the window. She leaned her head inside and asked me if I was okay.

  OKAY!? You have got to be kidding! I was in a state of advanced shock! Barely breathing, I stammered out a reply. “Fine thanks no problems here just doing a little bit of work before heading home yup fine just fine thanks.” All the while, my brain was screaming – Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh! … oh … oh?

  She reached inside and took up the binder, asking, “May I?” She looked at the title and nodded, “hmm, this is the new product that you were telling me about. It sounds very interesting.” She closed the binder, tucking it under her arm. She leaned into the van again. My dick was still hard, still naked and still in my hand. She licked her lips and a wicked smile played across her lips. “I think this bears much further discussion,” she said, “don’t you?”

  I was too embarrassed, or too scared for my job, to properly read her tone. I fumbled to zip up, and hide my raging hard-on, but to no avail. I was trying to think of something to say to explain why it appeared that I was jerking off at the side of the road, not two kilomet
ers from her office, but nothing I could think of seemed particularly helpful. My mind was racing at top speed, but going nowhere, and my panic was building by the second, until I felt her hand on my stiff prick.

  “It looks like you could use a doctor’s care,” she said, gripping my manhood in her soft healing hands.

  I must have looked awfully confused, or shocked, as I stammered, “you’re not going to report me?”

  She laughed. “Now, why would I do that? Then, I’d never see you again, or feel your eyes on my tits. Oh, don’t think I didn’t notice you looking down my blouse today.”

  “So, you’re not mad?”

  “That all depends on what you do next. Now, are you going to invite me in, or am I going to let go of your cock, and go home unsatisfied?”

  “Come on in,” I managed to whisper.

  Moving around to the passenger side, she opened the sliding door, and beckoned me over. I scrambled between the front seats, and gave her a hand in. Sitting on the floor with her legs outside of the van, she took my hand, and guided me out, where I stood in front of her. She pulled down my still-open pants, and cupping my testicles tightly in her hand, said with a giggle, “turn your head and cough.”

  All I could manage was a deep sigh, as she touched her ruby lips to my cockhead. Then she wrapped her carmine locks around my hard shaft, and stroked, while moistening the tip with her tongue. What a sight – all that lovely red hair, trapping my hard cock, while her tongue snaked around it. Mmmmmm, and it felt wonderful, too! My sighs turned to moans, as she took my cock all the way into her waiting mouth, and sucked it hard, still cupping my balls in her hands. She was good, let me tell you! She knew how to suck cock, and soon she had me bucking my hips, on the threshold of bliss. “Ooooh, I’m going to cum!” I warned.

  “Not yet, Martin,” she said taking me out of her mouth, allowing one tiny white pearl of pre-cum to ooze out of my cock. When the danger had passed, she sexily licked up my pre-cum with the tip of her tongue, and then resumed sucking my cock, with her deep green eyes looking right into mine. She sucked harder, and faster this time, and again had me a split second away from cumming in her talented mouth. I informed her again that I was about to cum, and she stopped, robbing me of my release. “Don’t be disappointed, Martin,” she said. “When I let you cum, it will be fantastic!”