Dirty Forbidden Collection

by Amira Bradford

  Kristi pulled off the glove and stuffed it in her pocket. She reached out for the beer I'd opened for her and took a relieved mouthful straight from the neck.

  "At least it didn't leave any lasting psychological damage," I observed, trying to lighten the air.

  "No. But I got to hold a whole lot of cocks. That sure was fun."

  "I think it's hot." I tried to sound casual but heard the strain in my voice.

  Kristi puzzled. "Hot that I did that, or the thought of having that done is hot?"

  "Both I guess." The atmosphere had changed suddenly. We were no longer making light of things. This felt more like testing the temperature of the water between us.

  "You mean that..." Kristi considered her words, her eyes not leaving mine now, "you would've liked to have been one of my..."

  "Victims?" I tried to laugh.

  "...boys?" She stared at me, waiting for her answer.

  I took a deep breath and pondered the merits of the truth. This was my girlfriend's sister after all and we were talking about her not-so-secret recreational masturbation of multiple boys. In the end I had no option and said, "Of course I would. Why do you think I've been so interested in the rumor all this time, it's hot... a fantasy."

  "A no-strings-attached handjob?"

  "From a sexy girl wearing a velvet glove."

  Kristi took another drink and pulled the glove from her pocket. "It's been a couple of years," she said wistfully, "but if you want to give it a try... I guess that would settle most of your curiosity."

  When she looked up at me I expected a smirk, or a cocky smile, but all I got was a neutral look. Kristi was leaving the final word up to me.

  "Can we stay friends afterwards?" I asked innocently. "You are Carla's sister after all."

  Kristi nodded. "She doesn't have to know. Like I said, and have done many times, we're talking about a no-strings-attached handjob."

  "I want to know how good you are... after all that practice."

  Now a broad smile spread across her face. "Come on then stud." She lifted her beer and started back towards the stairs. I grabbed my beer, adjusted the erection that had sprouted in my pants and followed obediently.

  When we got to her bedroom she motioned that I sit on the bed. "Your choice, you can take them off, or just unzip. You don't get a choice about lube. The glove is soft and you won't need any." She pulled the glove onto her right hand, stretching it down her wrist. "Come on then."

  I figured that if I was going to get my cock out for her I might as well allow full access, so I quickly undid my pants and pulled them away. I was hard, of course, and even though my t-shirt fell down to my hips, it rested behind my erection and I was exposed to Kristi's gaze. She raised an eyebrow and motioned that I should sit on the bed. She got onto her knees in front of me, pushed my legs apart and reached for my cock.

  "This is nice," she noted as her gloved fingers closed around me. "You have a nice cock here. I'd rate it... in my top twenty I guess, so far, on aesthetics. You could make the top ten, based on your performance rating." There was a jovial air in her voice, but I took her at face value. She pulled her hand firmly down over me a few times, not making upwards strokes, just running the smooth velvet over my length and making the skin smooth and soft. "I hope I haven't lost my touch."

  "I don't think you have." I looked down to see her fingers grasping me and starting to stroke more rhythmically. I'd never been under any illusions about the size of my cock—big enough, but not huge—and was glad that Kristi refrained from detailed comparison.

  I sat back a little and leant on my arms while she worked on me. The softness of the glove's texture allowed her to grip hard, but still feel soft and it struck me that this felt more like the inside of a pussy than a hand. Kristi looked up to see if I was enjoying it so far and I smiled down. Here eyes were wide and she now seemed to me more into the experience than I'd expected.

  "I didn't know anything about giving a good handjob when I did the first one." She looked back at my cock while she spoke. "I learned pretty quickly after that I guess. I managed to make every one of them come."

  I gave a small laugh and commented that I wasn't surprised. Kristi's grip was still firm and she had pulled a slight downward angle on my cock. I was already feeling good and all the signs were that I was headed for a sizable eruption.

  Our conversation died as she concentrated on her work, seemingly in tune with my body's reactions. Her eyes didn't leave my cock as she varied her pace and length of stroke. I couldn't stop looking down at her gloved hand and the way it moved on me, bringing pleasure and pulling my balls up into my body as they tightened with the rising excitement. Kristi pulled down hard on my shaft, stretching the skin all the way up my cock and making the head bulge.

  "These days I'd use my other hand as well, or maybe my mouth," she told me, "but I won't, so you get the full experience. I hope that's okay for you?"

  It was probably an invitation for more, but at that moment I didn't care what she did as long as she kept stroking and let me come. Thankfully, she did. My breathing deepened as she gripped harder, pulled down slower and twisted her hand as she pulled up. I felt like I was on the brink of coming for minutes, and then the build up of sensations started to work up the muscles in my legs towards my primed-for-action balls.

  The hot hurricane of orgasm hit my body in a powerful, pulsing wave. Kristi continued to pump, knowing I was coming. She squeezed hard with every stroke and didn't miss a beat, even when my come streamed from the end of my cock. She held me straight up and pulse after pulse of white shot up and splashed down. My legs shook involuntarily as the climax subsided and I looked down to see Kristi finishing her stroking. The glove was now covered in come.

  "Well," Kristi eased the glove off, pulling it inside out, and placed it on her bedside table, "that brought back a few memories. Your thoughts, now that you've felt the glove in action?"

  I fell back onto the bed and looked up. "Very, very good."

  "I'd forgotten how exciting it was, with someone you didn't expect." Kristi slumped back next to me. "I was getting quite worked up myself there."

  I said nothing, but instinctively reached across to place my hand on the front of her jeans. When there was no resistance, I looked over to her and pushed my and lower. She felt hot between her legs. Kristi's face turned to mine. "If you keep doing that... you'd better get hard again real quick."

  We both glanced down at my semi-hard cock and watched as it twitched towards the ceiling. "You were saying?"

  Kristi didn't say anything, but she got up on the bed, straddled me and brought her face down to kiss me. "Don't get the wrong idea," she warned between long, deep kisses, "I've never done this with anyone after the glove before, ever. So don't go spreading any new rumors."

  I pulled her shirt over her head, grinned and then set about unfastening her bra to set her breasts free. By the time my hands were pushing at her boobs and pulling on her nipples she had nothing more to say. Kristi wrestled my shirt over my head and reached around behind to stroke my cock with her bare hand while I played with her nipples. Her breasts were bigger than I'd expected and were swaying nicely to my touch. I figured they'd always been restrained when I saw her before. I wanted to get my hands on her pussy though, so I eased her off me and let her lie on the bed.

  I was giggling with delight as I unzipped her jeans and started to pull them down her thighs. Her panties were white, with a little pink heart right where I wanted to put my cock.

  "You look gorgeous," I said to her, looking down at her with only the panties on.

  "You've been pretty hot yourself today. All the time I was stroking you, I was thinking about what you'd feel like inside. Strange what a couple of years does for a girl."

  I slowly pulled away her panties and revealed a closely-cropped pubic area that lead down a short, glorious road to top of her pussy. All around her opening she was shaved, giving me the best of both worlds to look at and feel as I reached out and starte
d to finger her. That was a job I would never want a glove for.

  The tips of my fingers spread her pussy lips as I ran them down the cleft. Kristi immediately opened her legs wide and my fingertips slipped in far enough to sample her wetness. I tried to curb my urges and be gentle but she was eager and brought her hand down to encourage my fingers deeper. "Save the finesse for next time," she breathed, "right about now I just need fucked." My index finger slipped into her as far as it would go. It was like sticking a digit into wet gel. Kristi's pussy tightened around my finger but the rest of her body relaxed with relief.

  As much as I'd been at her mercy only minutes earlier, she was now all mine. I added a second finger to my probing and massaged her breast with my other hand. Kristi's eyes were closed and she was writhing around my fingers. I looked her body over, wondering how best to position her for what she wanted. Her legs dangled over the edge of the bed at the knees. I thought about shifting her further up but the thought of standing at the side of the bed appealed to me. I stood down, grabbed her hips and eased her over so that her butt rested right on the edge of the bed.

  Kristi knew exactly what I intended and pushed a pillow under herself to raise her pussy a few inches. By the time I was standing in front of her, cock in hand, her legs were splayed and her pussy lips wide open. I positioned myself for entry, touching her pink, and gently leant towards her. The slight resistance to my entry was slick and tight, but the journey to heaven was relentless.

  "How's that compared to the glove." Kristi sat up and grinned, impaled.

  "Slicker. Warmer. Make that hotter." I kissed her and while our tongues tasted each other hungrily I withdrew a few inches and pushed back. Kristi caught her breath as my pubes pushed into her clit.

  "Oh God, I needed this." Kristy sighed and leaned back.

  I held onto her hips as I started to slide in and out. Each stroke was delectable, the rim of my cockhead running along her pussy and sending pulses of pleasure through us both. I felt her legs wrap around me and close, pulling me into her with each stroke. My hands slipped down to hold her sides as we rocked together. I kissed her forehead and she looked up at me. It was not the Kristi I'd known for three years—the one who sat across from me at family dinners and never seemed to have much to say outside of sports. This was a new woman, a new lover that was looking at me with a wide eyed lust that was irresistible. My strokes quickened as the look sunk in.

  In her prone position there wasn't much she could do to help with our movement but as her climax got close she tried to meet my thrusts with her hips. I pushed her back onto the bed, allowing me to get deeper inside her. I could also use my fingers on her clit now, feeling her wetness spread between us and the swollen bud that was threatening to explode any moment.

  Kristi pulled me tight into her with her legs as she came. Her hand went to her mouth and she sucked on the side of it as her pussy clasped me time after time. She moaned and I felt her pussy flush with a climactic wash of her juices. I'd stopped pushing into her but as she recovered she leaned forward and reached to grab my hips. "Keep going," she panted, "I want to feel you."

  The erotic desperation in her voice spurred me to slam into her faster and harder now, feeding my urges as Kristi wanted.

  It wasn't often I'd come twice in a half-hour, but being with Kristi was more than enough sexual fuel for my system. I pushed relentlessly into her until I felt the tingle of climax creep over me again. I didn't miss a beat as I came, pumping into her all through the climax and spewing more come, this time deep into Kristi's pussy.

  I realized that I'd closed my eyes as I came and opened them to look down at Kristi. Her glowing smile was satisfied and intense. I stood there, slowly going limp inside her. She pulled me tighter inside like she wanted the union to last every possible second. I ran my fingers over her breasts again, down to her lower belly and then up to her cheek. I knew this was supposed to be a "no strings" event, but it was hard not to feel a connection with Kristi, in a way I'd never felt with her sister.

  I didn't so much pull out of her as slipped out when I was limp. That was my cue to get back onto the bed and into her arms. Silence and skin-to-skin contact was all we had for several minutes.

  "I didn't expect that when you turned up this afternoon," Kristi opened.

  "Me neither." I laughed nervously. "We, eh..."

  "Yes, we need to keep quiet." She kissed me, this time softly on the lips. "Wouldn't be fair on Carla."

  "We were getting near the end," I admitted.

  "Does that mean we can..."

  "Sure." I ran my hand up her thigh and rested my fingers on her pussy. "Seems a shame to... limit this experience." I kissed her.

  "Yes," Kristi breathed in my ear as she pulled me close. "Maybe I had to try all those cocks to find the one that I wanted to keep."

  "I'm not sure you can keep mine. But I'd be more than happy to lend it to you whenever you want to use the glove."

  Kristi gave a hearty laugh and sat up. "Screw the glove. I've grown out of that. I have a new velvet home for your cock."

  The End.

  School Ties

  It had been a long, hard four years, but the day had finally come - graduation! I felt an overwhelming sense of pride as I marched into the auditorium with my fellow graduates, 'Pomp and Circumstance' playing over the speakers, and took my seat next to my fellow psychology majors, awaiting my turn to walk across the stage. Even the most boring of speakers couldn't dull my excitement, as I sat through what seemed like hours of talking, all the speeches and recognitions and honors that stood between me and my diploma. My mind began to wander as I sat, reflecting on the conversation I'd had just before the ceremony began, with my favorite professor.

  "Sarah, glad to see you here today!"

  I took his outstretched hand and shook it vigorously. "I couldn't have done it without you, Dr. Applegate, you know that!"

  "Yes, I still remember when you visited my office as a shy freshman, worried about whether your application to the psychology department would be approved."

  "And you took the time to read my essay, and told me to go ahead and submit everything, and just trust you, that I'd be fine."

  "And then there were your visits to my office when you were in my classes, always concerned about whether your papers were good enough."

  "Once again, you told me just to trust myself, trust the quality of my work. I really appreciate all of your support, Dr. Applegate!"

  "Please, now that you're graduating, call me Jim!"

  "Oh, OK, Jim. Well, if we're being less formal, let me tell you how nice your tie is - I see you've gone with school colors today, red and white!"

  "Absolutely, this is my favorite graduation tie. And you," he said with a wink, "I'm sure you're wearing something very classy under that ubiquitous black gown?"

  "Ah, I can't share that, it's one of the mysteries of the day. But I can tell you I also decided on school colors. The outfit matches the shoes, I assure you," I said, pointing to my feet, which were strapped into some thoroughly impractical open-toed red sandals with four-inch heels.

  "Well, perhaps I'll see you after the ceremony? Are you coming to the department's party?"

  "Wouldn't miss it - I'll see you there!"

  As I thought back on this conversation from my seat in the auditorium, my eyes searched the rows of faculty seated on the stage until I found him and caught his eye. As a joke, I unzipped my graduation gown just enough to show him a peek of the outfit I was wearing underneath. His eyes widened, and I felt them linger on my chest, taking in the rather obvious cleavage I was showing off with my low-cut red dress. My mind quickly raced as I realized that my innocently-intended joke had gotten a little out of hand, and raced even faster as I realized I was anything but offended that my professor was staring at my chest.

  The student in the seat next to me had to nudge me out of my fog to let me know that my name had been read and it was my turn to walk to the stage. I accepted my diploma, shook a few han
ds, before finally reaching the far end of the stage, where I once again was face-to-face with Dr. Applegate, um, Jim." See, in addition to being my favorite professor, he also happened to be the chairman of the department, so it was his job to offer me the final handshake and congratulate me on earning my degree.

  "Congratulations, Sarah," he said as he refused my outstretched hand and hugged me instead, "and may I say," he whispered into my ear in the midst of our embrace, "very nice choice with the red dress."

  I blushed hotly, and as I made my way back to my seat, could hardly believe what had just transpired. Had it really happened? Had Dr... I mean, Jim, just finished making clear that he thought I looked hot? Don't get me wrong - I knew I was hot, and I'd chosen an outfit on this important day which left nothing to the imagination - it was just that he had always been the model of appropriate behavior between professor and student. Even though I had to admit I'd had a crush on him all these years, I'd never dreamed of acting on it.

  Once back in my seat, I could hardly wait for the ceremony to end so that I could get to the after-party and continue my conversation with Jim. Was I reading too much into this? Or had everything changed now that I would no longer be his student? All of these thoughts and many more occupied my attention as I hugged my family and friends who had come, took off my cap and gown and left them with my parents, and walked across campus to the building where the department's party was being held.

  I didn't see Jim when I first walked in, but after a few moments, his voice behind me caused me to turn.

  "So, Sarah, now I get to see the school-color outfit you mentioned!"

  I twirled before him, showing off the red cocktail-style dress I'd chosen for the big day, my long blonde hair flying as I turned, before coming to rest just past my shoulders as I faced him once again.