An Anthology of Forbidden Erotica: 28 Depraved Tales

by Jessica Sin

  “Well there’s not a lot of things we can do with that stiff erection between your legs. And we certainly can’t have you pack my things like that. God forbid you drop something heavy on your precious manhood. I would never be able to forgive myself.”

  I laughed, “You still haven’t lost your sarcastic touch. It’s your fault I’m standing here with this erection you know.”

  “Then I suppose it’s my responsibility to undo it. Is that what you’re saying?”

  I tried my best not to jump around the room in joy, and I succeeded. I stayed as calm as possible with her seemingly offering to take care of me.

  “You can interpret it that way. You’re the scientist. I don’t mind.”

  She took a few steps towards me and we stood face to face. She maintained a relaxed expression while she used both hands to softly caress the shaft of my erection with her fingertips.

  “I certainly didn’t plan for this to happen,” she said with her fingers staying busy. “But we’re already naked and you’re male fertility appears to be at its peak. So are you interested in making my last full day here a special one? It’ll be special for the both of us.”

  “Why do I get the feeling that you haven’t been made love to in a very long time?” I asked after seeing the longing in her eyes.

  She paused for a second. “It hasn’t been that long. But it’s been unfulfilling in many ways. I’m not a woman who goes around looking for one night stands. I have nothing against woman who do, but if I don’t feel that there’s love and a connection there, then it’s meaningless to me. And that’s what’s been missing between me and Dave. We haven’t had an intimate connection in a long time.”

  “You seem like that kind of woman,” I replied. “That’s one of the things I really love about you. And I’m sure you wouldn’t mind being with a much younger man with a little extra, you know…”

  “Vigor?” she smiled.

  “That too.”

  Her fingers went from simply caressing me softly, to wrapping themselves around my entire shaft and giving me a good squeeze, which sent a jolt down my body.

  “So what’s your answer going to be mister? Are you interested in making love? Or am I going to have to save these fingers of mine for myself later?”

  I wrapped my hands around the back of her neck the way she did to me earlier, and I bent forward to give her a kiss. It wasn’t the quick touch of the lips like she gave me, but a kiss which showed love and compassion. It was wet and sensual, and both of our tongues found themselves wrestling against each other in our mouths.

  “Does that answer your question?” I replied.

  She smiled and gripped my erection even tighter. “Yes. Yes it does. God, I can’t believe this is actually going to happen. Of all people…”

  I touched her soft breasts for the first time and gently pinched both of her erect brown nipples and played with them. We briefly kissed again.

  “This feels right. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

  “How should we start?” she asked.

  “Sit down on the couch. I want you to spread your legs for me.”

  A shy expression crept over her face and she tried to hold it in. It was as if she was a virgin who heard a dirty word for the very first time. But she wasn’t a virgin and she wasn’t about to hear dirty things. We were about to have our first sexual encounter together.

  Once she sat down, she did as I asked and spread her legs open for me. The look on her face showed that she didn’t know what to expect until I got down on my knees in front of her.

  “Are you going to perform oral sex on me?” she asked in a state of disbelief.

  “Has it been a long time for that too?”

  She nodded. “Dave isn’t a very big fan of doing it. I’m so nervous I feel like I’m going to lose my virginity all over again.”

  I pressed my hands on her thighs and rubbed her legs. “Good. This is supposed to be special right?”

  My hands continued rubbing her thighs and made their way up to her crotch. I examined her vagina and was mesmerized by how beautiful it was. Her labia was dark brown and protruded at just the right amount. But what was most eye catching was seeing her clitoris swell and the pink area of her vaginal opening start to release clear fluids. She was aroused alright.

  I leaned forward to give her womanhood a nice kiss, feeling her pubic hairs against my lips. My hands were still on her thighs and I felt her twitch, so I did it again and again until she was used to it. Once her movement stopped, I stuck my tongue out and gave each side of her labia a nice long lick, which she reacted to. Then finally, I stuck my tongue inside of her vagina and she let out a sharp moan.

  “Oh my god…” she gasped. “Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop.”

  Hearing her sexual pleadings only motivated me to suck and lick her vagina even harder. Her fluids filled my mouth and I couldn’t help but notice how good she tasted. I looked up at her while I continued my oral service to see her eyelids squeezed shut and her hands squeezing each of her small breasts and pinching her large brown nipples.

  “I’m ready,” she suddenly said. “I’m on the verge of an intense orgasm and I want you inside me already.”

  I patted her on the leg, “Come on, lay on the floor.”

  After I stood up, I did the gentlemanly thing and extended my hand for her to hold to help lift her. But to my delight, she took my hand to get off the couch and immediately dropped to her knees to orally please me. As great as it felt, the thing that grabbed my attention the most was the surreal sight of my throbbing cock in her pretty little mouth.

  After a few seconds later, she spit out my cock and said, “I hope you don’t mind but I’d like to return this oral reciprocation another time. I’m in desperate need of making love.”

  “I’m sure we can work that out later,” I smiled.

  She smiled back and she laid down on the carpet. Her eyes never left me and she watched me climb on top of her, kissing her after I pressed my weight down.

  “I bought this rug for Dave and I when I first moved in here,” she said in between kisses. “We were so close to getting married. So it’s especially hard to believe that I’m currently laying naked on it with you on top of me.”

  I gave her a few more kisses. “You’re a woman with needs. If he’s not willing to take care of them, then someone else has to. And it might as well be me. You deserve it.”

  “Do you really want to have sex with me?” she said with a hint of shyness.

  “Yes…”

  Her eyes lit up when I said that, and then she reached down to guide to tip of penis towards the open entrance of womanhood.

  “You’re right, it does make it more special,” she said. “And this is our special day. Now give me an experience I’ll never forget.”

  I pushed my hips down and I penetrated my professor. She felt warm, comfortable, and dripping wet; everything a real woman is supposed to feel like. After I went all the way in, I pulled back and did the same thing again, forming a nice rhythm.

  “Oh god…” she moaned with her eyes wide open. “This feels so good.”

  Her legs wrapped around me tighter and her hands squeezed my back. I’m no stranger to good sex, but actually screwing my professor was the best thing I had ever experienced. The depraved and lust filled look which filled her eyes showed that she agreed and felt the same way. Both of our heart rates skyrocketed as I continued pounding her thin body.

  She suddenly tapped my shoulder to get me to stop. “Wait, I have an idea. Turn around, lie on your back.”

  I had no idea what she had planned, but with the excitement in her eyes and the lust in her voice, I knew it would be good, so I did what she said. Once I turned to my back, she climbed on top of me with my cock still inside of her, and she straddled me in the ‘cowgirl’ position.

  “I had no idea you would be interested this position,” I noted.

  “We’ll see,” she said with her voice filled with curiosi
ty and heavy breathing. “I’ve always wanted to take charge during sex, now here’s my opportunity. Another piece of memory I’ll take with me. So where did we leave off…”

  She placed both hands on my chest and slowly started to rock her hips back and forth. I missed the closeness we shared with me being right on top of her with our faces just inches away from each other, but that feeling was immediately replaced with the erotic sight of her hair waving back and forth. And as she picked up her pace, I got to see her small breasts jiggle in front of me with her large brown nipples being as hard as they possibly could.

  Beads of sweat formed around her face, as did mine. She squeezed my chest harder and I squeezed her thighs tighter. Both of moans and breathing became louder. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped, and suddenly her back arched and I could feel her legs shivering on top of me. She was having an orgasm.

  “Oh my god…Oh my god…I’m cumming….”

  Her face was pointed upwards and her hips kept gyrating in short movements while she entered a state of sexual bliss. It was an amazing sight to witness, and it felt equally as amazing feeling a slight rush of fluids gush from inside of her body onto mine.

  It didn’t take long for me to reach my climax as I shot spurt after spurt of my cum deep inside of her womb, while I squeezed her hips tightly.

  When it was over, she collapsed on top of me. Her long hair covered my chest, and I could feel her face and her breasts on my skin while we tried to calm down and make sense of everything.

  “Thank you,” she said a few minutes later. “Thank you for this. I’ll never forget it. And I’ll always have this memory of us even after I leave tomorrow.”

  I rubbed my hands through her hair and back. “No, thank you. I’ve had this fantasy for a while. And you know that fantasies rarely come true. I’m glad this one did.”

  She gave me a kiss on the check and then on my lips. “You’re so sweet.”

  “Do you think we’ll get to do this again in the future? Or is this a one time thing? I would understand if you wouldn’t want to or if you meet somebody else over there, but I think this feels right between us.”

  “We’ll see,” she said as she rested her head back on my chest. “I was never very good at predicting the future. And I certainly never could have predicted that this would ever happen. But for now, let’s just enjoy this moment.”

  “So…do you plan on telling Dave that we had sex in his living room?” I asked in a joking manner.

  She looked up at me and smiled, “Are you kidding? I’m going to tell him every last detail about what we did just now. Trust me, his right hand will have plenty to do for the next several months. It’s still fairly early in the morning, so who knows, maybe we can give him more stories to think about.”

  The End

  Babysitter’s Gift

  This holiday season felt a lot different than usual. For one, it was the first time that I would be celebrating alone for Thanksgiving. The second reason was that my babysitter, object of numerous lurid fantasies, was just a few short weeks away from moving out to college. Since my wife died we’d become very close and not a week went by without me needing her services as a I struggled to juggle my work with being a single parent.

  At 18 years old, Nicole was very mature for her age. She had always excelled in school and was on her way to attending one of the best universities in the country. And although she was shy at time, she always showed a big heart and was kind to anyone she’s ever met. Her leaving was a bittersweet moment, and so I was determined to make the holiday extra special…

  “I can’t believe this day is finally coming,” I said to Nicole as I stood her doorway, watching her pack some of her things in boxes. “You’re all grown up now and ready to be on your own.”

  She was still kneeling down on the floor when she turned to me with a heartfelt look on her face. “Aw that’s very kind, you make me want to cry whenever you talk like that.”

  “I know, but I’m so use to seeing you and your smile almost everyday. I’m incredibly proud of the young lady you’ve become,” I professed to her.

  “Can I ask you something?”

  “Sure, of course. Anything,” I replied.

  She put down the things she was packing and sat down and patted a spot right next to her, signaling me to sit there- which I did.

  “If I ask you this, will you promise not to get mad or upset with me?” she asked in a serious tone.

  “Of course Nicole. You can trust me.”

  She took a deep breath. “I’m really nervous asking you this, but here it goes…I’ve never went ‘all the way’ with a guy before. I know it’s going to happen eventually at college, but I want it to be with the right person. I my first time to be special, with someone I love, and who I know loves me back- not some jerk who’s only looking for sex. That’s why I want it to be with you. I want you to make me a woman.”

  I was immediately taken aback by my this request. I felt shocked and utterly confused at the same time. I had dreamt of fucking her, but never thought for a moment she would offer herself to me like this.

  “Did I hear that right,” I asked skeptically.

  She nodded, “You did. I want you to take my virginity. And I’d rather it be you than some guy who’s going to turn out to be a total creep like some of the boys I’ve already dated.”

  “My god, Nicole, I’m speechless”

  “You promised you wouldn’t be mad,” she replied, in a hurt voice.

  “I’m sorry, I’m not mad,” I told her as I calmed myself down. “It’s just that something like this isn’t normal. There’s an age gap, and there’s a line that should never be crossed between us. God, if anyone ever found out…”

  “But no one will find out,” she interjected. “I would never tell anyone, and I know you obviously wouldn’t tell either. My virginity means a lot to me.”

  I sat there shaking my head in disbelief. “I don’t know about this Nicole. You know I’m very fond of you and that I would do anything for you, but this…”

  “Will you at least think about it?” she asked. “Can you give it a serious thought for me?”

  I gave her kiss on the forehead and tried my best to avoid her question.

  ***

  I could barely sleep that night after that conversation with Nicole. How could she ask me such a thing? How could she want me to do that to her? I was either the luckiest guy alive, or about to make a terrible mistake.

  But what bothered me the most was that I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to accept her offer. I thought about what it would be like to hold her petite little body in my arms as we made love. I imagined the arousing notion of me being the first man to truly, as she put, ‘make her a woman,’ as I looked deep inside her large and innocent eyes.

  I then did the only thing I could do at that point- masturbate thinking about her.

  ***I HOPE YOU LIKE CUPCAKES***

  We had lunch together the following afternoon, and to my surprise, it was as if nothing was out of the ordinary between us. She never brought up anything she mentioned the night before and there was no sense of tension or awkwardness between us. She was all smiles as usual and we had a great time enjoying each others company.

  “Mmm…that was delicious,” she said as she cleaned the left-over turkey and mashed potatoes from her plate. “I’m really going to miss your cooking.”

  “And I’m going to miss sharing these meals,” I replied with a smile.

  She smiled back and winked, “Thanks dad. And that reminds me; I woke up extra early this morning to bake us some desserts. I’ll be right back.”

  In a flash, she got up from her chair and rushed to the kitchen. I heard the oven open where she had hidden them ,and she returned holding a plate full of carefully arranged baked goods.

  “I hope you like cupcakes,” she said in a upbeat voice, while striking a model pose with the pastries as if to advertise them. “I made them with holiday decorations, and they�
�re just for us.”

  “Of course, I love them. And the fact that you made them makes it even more special.”

  “You’re so sweet,” she replied. “Now eat up while they’re still warm and fresh.”

  She then placed a single cupcake on my plate. The cupcake itself was chocolate, and it was topped off with a white colored frosting, along with red and green sprinkles.

  “This really does taste amazing,” I told her truthfully after I took the first bite.

  “Well thank you. The cupcake I made from a package, but I made the frosting from scratch,” she said proudly.

  “I can tell. I’ve never tasted anything like it before. I could literally eat anythingas long as this frosting you made is on it.”