An Anthology of Forbidden Erotica: 28 Depraved Tales

by Jessica Sin

  Nicole did as she was told and sat on the bed. She didn’t feel nervous anymore. Barbara didn’t look nervous either as she casually got on her knees in between her legs. They both came to terms with the fact that she was about to perform oral sex on her half sister.

  It started with Nicole spreading her legs wide open from where she sat. Barbara placed both hands on top of her legs, rubbing them back and forth. It was the first time in her life that she had ever seen another woman’s vagina so up close. So she examined it for a second, looking at her small clitoris and pink labia. She thought about her much younger and tighter it looked compared to her own vagina. She then used her hands to spread the vaginal lips apart to look inside the small canal.

  Barbara started the same way Nicole had started, with her tongue rubbing up and down the labia, followed by flickering her tongue on the small clit. It was slow as first; as she began hesitantly. A part of her wondered if she could really go through with this. But hearing the moans of gave her the encouragement she needed and let her know that she was doing a good job. Those moans added to Barbara’s enthusiasm to please her the same way in which she had been pleasured. Finally, Barbara did what brought her to an orgasm earlier; she stuck her tongue deep inside her Nicole’s tight vagina. Her tongue felt the warmth and what she tasted like as the fluids quickly began building up.

  Nicole started moaning louder and more frequently as Barbara continued working her tongue and lips on her vagina for a few minutes. She was on the verge of an orgasm and placed both hands on Barbara’s head to let her know that it was about to happen. The muscles in her legs stiffened and she let out a loud shout while cumming inside of her half sister’s mouth. Barbara showed no sign of slowing down as a steady stream of female ejaculation flowed into her mouth. Nicole then collapsed onto the bed while Barbara continued working her mouth and swallowing every drop to ensure that her new fuck buddy got the most out of her orgasm.

  Barbara looked up at Nicole after it was over, and while still licking her lips, she asked, “So how did I do?”

  “Oh fuck ….that was incredible,” Nicole panted, still trying to catch her breath. “If I didn’t know any better, I would have guessed that you’ve done this before.”

  “I guess we were made for each other.”

  ***LATE THAT NIGHT***

  The two women were sitting naked on the living room couch while holding hands and watching tv. It had been a long day for both of them since discovering that they could take care of each other’s sexual needs in a way that no one else ever could. And it seemed like only the beginning of their new relationship.

  “I bet you never thought this would ever happen between us, did you?” Nicole asked with a smile.

  Barbara looked at Nicole and playfully replied, “What, and you did? Either way, I loved this entire experience we shared today. I can’t remember the last time I’ve ever felt like this with a man, or anyone really. I feel young again. So…thank you, for starting this, for everything.”

  “You deserve it. And believe me, I’ve enjoyed all of this as much as you have, if not more.”

  “You’re heading back to college pretty soon; where does that leave us? I would perfectly understand if you met someone new and didn’t want to continue this with me anymore. Hopefully I’ll find someone else by then as well.”

  ” I’ll always want to continue this with you. As for the next few days, let’s just say you won’t be thinking about needing a man just yet,” Nicole said with a smirk, before getting on her knees in between her half sister’s legs.

  THE END

  A Secretary’s Appreciation

  I was just settling into a nice routine at work when my secretary Ellen, who was 43 at the time, decided it was her last chance to have the second baby she had always wanted, but never had because of her busy career in law.

  Then a few months in to her pregnancy, it happened. I found myself becoming sexually attracted to her for the first time in my life. Her transformation came gradually, with her wearing fewer clothes around the office to escape the summer heat. And as time went on, not only did her stomach grow, but so did her breasts and thighs. It eventually came to the point where she didn’t even bother wearing a bra anymore to hide her ever growing breasts.

  I tried my best to fight these urges, and I thought it would end after she gave birth, but things only became worse for me. Being able to catch glimpses of her enlarged and swollen dark nipple as she breast fed drove me to the point of having to masturbate thinking about her. I felt ashamed the first time I did it, but every time I saw her bare breast or her hard nipples poking through her t shirt, I couldn’t resist not doing it again. Over time, I didn’t want to stop. She became my favorite thing to fantasize about. And soon, things would go even further…

  Ellen and I sat in the office. It was another warm day so she made us lemonade while we rested.

  “I’ve never thanked you for any of this…” she said, before taking a sip of her drink.

  “Thank me for what?” I asked.

  She looked like she had something important to say as she put her drink down. “You know what I mean, this, for helping me with my new arrival. You’ve been so understanding. More of your time should have been spent earning more fees instead of working around me. I feel selfish for that sometimes.”

  “Don’t mention it. I really like being here with you. Besides, I’ve always wanted a son of my own, and I’m many years away from that.”

  “Thank you. And I suppose it helps to look at these while you’re working,” she said with a smile as she motioned her hands around her heavy set breasts.

  “Was I that obvious?”

  “You were,” she replied while still smiling. “I’ve noticed you glancing at them here and there, taking little peeks whenever you saw me breast feeding. I suppose it’s normal for young men like you to be curious with older women and large boobs.”

  “I’m sorry. It’s just that…you know…you were pregnant and things started to change. I was a little curious, that’s all.”

  She suddenly raised an eyebrow, “Curious about what? Older women? Or lactating breasts?”

  “Oh god, do you really need to drag this out? You caught me, and I admitted it, we don’t need to go any further than that,” I replied defiantly, in a joking manner.

  Her smile quickly turned into a smirk, “There’s no need to be so defensive here. I was just trying to make sense of the fact that my boss was peeping on me.”

  “You love putting me on the hot seat, don’t you?”

  “Not typically. But in this case I do. Your ‘curiosity’ towards me has really made me wonder how this all came about. Now start talking mister,” she playfully said.

  I sighed out loud, “It’s hard to explain, but after you started growing in certain areas and wore less around the office, it got my attention. I don’t know, I guess it just brought to life an old fantasy of mine. There, I said it. Now can we please talk about something else instead?”

  “A fantasy huh?” she replied, almost licking her lips in the process. “And is it safe to assume you’ve handled this fantasy the way most young men do?”

  I reluctantly admitted to masturbating while thinking about her, saying “…yes…this is so embarrassing, but I’ve always had a thing for pregnant women.”

  “Now there’s something I never thought I’d find out about you. But I’ll tell you what, you’ve been so incredibly helpful these past few months, and since you’ll be leaving soon, I would be willing to show you my breasts every so often. And this stays strictly between you and me. No one else needs to know.”

  I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. My secretary offered to give me what I had been trying to see for quite some time now- a clear view of her luscious milk filled breasts.

  “Really? I mean, if you’re comfortable doing this…” I replied, trying my best to hide my excitement.

  “At this point, why not? You’ve more than earned it. Besides, you’ve already had
plenty of glimpses at my nipple, heck, I even used to feed you with it. And if it gets you going, then who am I to judge? My husband loves them as well. Let’s just think of this as my secret reward for you.”

  “I’d really like that. And trust me, it’ll be our secret. The last thing I’d ever want is for anyone to find out about this. So how is this going to work anyway?”

  “I don’t know, I haven’t put much thought into this,” she replied. “How about we just get started now and figure the rest out later? Sound good?”

  “Sounds great.”

  Almost without warning, she sat up straight and pulled her t-shirt up to reveal her stomach and bra. Her once toned stomach still had some curves around it from the pregnancy, which I found to be very sexy. And the bra she wore wasn’t just any bra; it was a special bra for breast feeding where each cup could be unlatched. But she didn’t bother to unlatch to unlatch anything, she simply pulled her bra up to expose her chest to me.

  Seeing both of her bare breasts in their entirety was mesmerizing. They hung straight down as soon as they were set free, resting on top of where her stomach was. Her breasts were long and sagging, and were shaped like perfectly round globes at the bottom end. Her brown areolas much have been around 3 inches wide. And her large brown nipples stood out for nearly half an inch, at least.

  “Like what you’re seeing?” she asked.

  “Oh god…I’ve never had a chance to see any of your full breasts like this before, and they’re more than perfect. I love the size of your nipples and the shape of your breasts. They’re amazing.”

  “I suddenly don’t feel so bad for having you help me,” she said teasingly. “Since they’re out, you can go ahead and touch them if you’d like.”

  I didn’t respond, but I accepted her invitation by scooting closer on the couch towards her and gently cupping each of her heavy breasts and lifting them up a little. They felt soft and heavy at the same time. Feeling the outer parts of her breasts along with seeing her large nipples so up close was peaking my arousal and making me hard.

  “You can squeeze them harder if you want. I don’t mind,” she said.

  “Thanks,” I replied. “Will any milk come out?”

  She raised her eyebrow, “Do you want some to? My left breast hasn’t been ‘used’ yet today, so to speak, and it’s filled with fresh milk. If you’re interested in seeing what the lactation process looks like, feel free to give it a try. Just give my nipple a light pinch.”

  I turned my attention towards her left breast and began caressing it fully, feeling its softness. I then ran my fingers through her smooth areola, before pinching her big nipple. I wanted to be gentle at first because I didn’t want to hurt her. But it soon became clear to me that as she was looking down at me fondling her chest, a part of her actually may have been enjoying this as much as I was. So I started squeezing harder. And my squeezing harder on her nipple was met with the immediate reaction of milk squirting out from its glands. It made a mess, spraying on both of our clothes and on the carpet, but neither of us cared at that point.

  After a few more squirts with me milking, I quickly bent my head down and took her nipple inside my mouth without her permission. Her hand moving to rub against the back of my head gave me all the approval I needed to suck on her breast to taste her motherly milk some more, drinking it. She moaned softly but tried to hold it in. The harder I sucked the more she started to breathe and squirm where she sat.

  Ending the moment, she patted me on the back and said, “I think that’s enough for today. We went a little further than I anticipated. But that’s okay.”

  I licked the remaining milk from my lips. “Can we please do this again soon?” I asked.

  “Sure. I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to do this all the time, but like I’ve said, you’ve earned it. So we’ll definitely be doing this again, but please remember that this stays on my terms.”

  ***

  She had acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary for the rest of the day. We had our weekly corporate dinner as usual, and we all carried on with our normal conversations as usual. But for me, it was hard to even look at her and not get aroused again.

  The next day came and went without her bringing any of this up. I was disappointed, but at the same time, I didn’t want to overstep my boundary and upset her in anyway. I just figured when the time came and she wanted to ‘reward’ me again, then she would.

  ***OUR SECOND ENCOUNTER***

  A week had passed before she exposed herself to me again. It was the same scenario as our first encounter, where we would sit in the office alone and she would feed me her bare breast.

  “You look a little more excited this time around,” she said.

  I took her nipple out of my mouth and moved my hand back to caressing her breast again, “What do you mean?”

  “That,” she replied, pointing toward the bulging erection protruding through my shorts. “Did it happen last time as well?”

  “It did. I guess you didn’t notice it while you were watching me suck your breast,” I admitted.

  “And what did you do with it later?” she enquired.

  “It’s pretty obvious what I did…do I really have to say it?”

  “No, but I’m flattered.” She took a deep breath, “And if you’re interested, I would be willing to take care of that for you right now so that you won’t have to do it by yourself. Only if you’re interested.”

  “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

  She then put her hand on my hand, “I wouldn’t mind doing it for you. I like making you happy and it’s my way of expressing gratitude for all you’ve done around here lately. But there’s one condition…”

  “What’s that?” I asked.

  “I want to hear more details about how this fetish with me started, and what you thought about when you started fantasizing about all of this; especially after last week.”

  I suddenly felt nervous. Not only was the thought of Ellen getting me off becoming a real possibility, but I first had to reveal my most intimate of thoughts to her.

  “Fine,” I replied. “When you started wearing less clothes around the office, I really got to notice your body for the first time. And after you gave birth, I wanted to be around you every chance I got because those giant nipples and areolas of your would keep on peeking out, especially when you breast fed. You became my favorite thing to fantasize about.”

  “Go on. Tell me what you thought about after last week’s meeting,” she said in an interrogating manner.

  “I replayed that image in my head over and over. I kept thinking about what your full breasts looked like and how your nipple felt in my mouth. I didn’t care that you were my secretary it just felt right.”

  She then gave me a suspicious look, “That’s all? You never thought about me giving you a blowjob or us fucking? I refuse to believe that you got by only thinking about my large nipples.”

  “I love hearing you talk dirty like that. I don’t think I’ve ever even heard you even use a curse word before in my life.”

  “It was fitting for our conversation,” she replied. “So what’s the answer?”

  “Truthfully, I have. I’ve thought about you sucking my cock and us having sex in your bed. I’ve been jerking off thinking about that every morning and night since it happened. Now can we please get started now?” I pleaded.

  Without saying a word, she reached down and began tugging at the bottom of my shorts with both hands. I got the hint and stood up slightly so that my shorts and underwear could slide right off. I sat back down and my clothes, which were pulled off me, were tossed to floor leaving me naked from the waist down.

  I was exposed. My erection which pointed straight up became even harder. She casually sat down beside me with her breasts still hanging free, and she wrapped her warm hand around my hard on. My cock was throbbing at that point. And my heart started pounding faster with every second that her hand was exploring my penis with her eyes and
with her rubbing hand.

  “I get the feeling this won’t take very long,” she said, almost laughing at the heightened arousal she knew she was giving me.

  “I don’t think so either; your hand feels so good on me.”

  “Good. And if it helps, you shouldn’t think of me as your colleague. Just think of me as some random mature woman who loves pleasing you.”

  “No, I don’t want to,” I told her as she continued to stroke me. “You want me to be honest? I LOVE that my own secretary is jerking me off.”

  She squeezed my cock a little tighter and began stroking me harder, “So you like that I’m doing this for you huh? How could you want this from me?”

  We looked each other in the eyes as she jerked me off. Her grip was tight and it worked its way from the base of my cock to the head. Her thumb occasionally rubbed the sensitive head of my penis, which was extremely pleasurable for me. And her talking dirty, which I never thought was possible, was something I would never forget.