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Taboo Sex Run Wild
(Don Abdul)

    Neither of them had dates so they went to the party together. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be great fun and even though they danced with others throughout the evening, their eyes never strayed from each other. 

      Strange feelings began to color Sophie's emotions. She could have sworn it felt like jealousy but couldn't figure out why she would feel that way. To shake off the feeling she lunged head on into the party tossing back more drinks than usual for her. For Tom the story wasn't any different; not even his magnetic personality or his boyish charms which drew women to him like flies to honey could protect him from the growing sexual attraction he felt for her. To help him get through the evening he eventually turned to the good old tipple.

      By the time they left the party, they were inebriated and in great spirits too, chattering away, they helped each other into the taxi. On the ride back she couldn't help but notice that his eyes kept returning to her chest. As a rule Sophie doesn't like the restrictions of the bra and she hardly ever wears one. So it wasn't a surprise that when she looked down at her chest she found her tits sufficiently exposed by two undone buttons. 

      She was about to give him an earful about being a pervert, but something devilish inside of her twisted her words,  and at the same time shocked her too. "You love my titties don't you?"

      "I... ah... don't know what you mean." He stuttered even as his cheeks turned red.

      "Uh hm? Well how's that for exhibit A?" she said pointing at his swollen crotch and laughing seductively.

      His blush got deeper, but he quickly feigned indignation and spat out; "Oh grow up... why would I be looking at your ti...." He caught himself just in time and just looked away at the passing row of houses outside the moving cab. 

      "Oh come on, I know you like them. I've seen you looking before . . . . " she said in an almost conciliatory voice which trailed off. 

      He would never be sure whether it was the booze or some devil inside her that prompted it but her next move shocked him into silence . . . and acquiescence. 

      She laid her soft feminine hand on his and lifted it up to her breasts. His cock instantly kicked as his heart pounded hard in his chest. The excitement was indeed threatening his sanity.

      The tiny voice of his conscience cautioned against their journey down that sure road to damnation, yet it was soon drowned out by the intensity of his lust. 

      He gently caressed her full 34 C breast and circled his finger around her pinkish brown areola before rolling her nipple between his thumb and finger.

      "Ohhhh . . . Mmmmm!" Sophie moaned as she opened herself to the pleasure of his touch; unlike most of the men and women who have had the tactile pleasure of her tits, his was a touch steeping in sensitivity and smoothness of an accomplished boob lover, a connoisseur of breasts.

      "Mmmmm!" she moaned again feeling the rising heat deep in her loins dissolve into a puddle that left her pussy very hot and wet. 'Oh I wish he would lower his lips and suck on my nipples right now,' she thought and then she reached up and sank her delicate fingers into his head of raven black hair, intent on bringing his mouth to her needy breasts. They were both rocked forward in their seat as the taxi pulled to a stop. They quickly disengaged and stepped out of the cab. He paid off the cabbie who then drove off.

      As they walked into the house, he had his hands in both pockets, desperately trying to hold down his erection. Sophie on her part did nothing to change the status quo, her blouse was still only half way buttoned and her tits almost entirely visible.

      Once inside the house, he headed on straight to his room while Sophie hit the bar for a night cap. Tom was a little calmer and was grappling with the impropriety of his action in the cab. He just couldn't shake his arousal, and so he stripped rather quickly believing a cold shower to be a quick fix to his pulsing wood.

      When he emerged from the shower cooler and much calmer, he had a towel wrapped around his waist, and he was heading toward his dresser to change into a fresh pair of shorts when the door opened. Sophie walked into the room carrying two glasses one of which she immediately thrust into his hand. As he reached out to collect the drink the towel loosened up and fell away revealing his semi erect penis. 

      Time froze for a moment as Sophie's eyes were glued to his cock, his eyes widened both in shock and in the sudden realization that her blouse was now completely open and her breasts on display. 

      The sights and sounds of the world once again intruded upon them in the form of Sophie's loud gasp as she felt her core melting in the heat of her rising hunger for his growing cock. Tom stifled a groan as he longed to touch and caress her gorgeous breast again. He hungered for a taste of her rock hard nipples in his mouth and damn him; he was simply dying to fuck her and thus fulfill his long held deeply secret fantasy.

      They both swallowed their stiff drink in one gulp and then fell into each others arms. They kissed each other tenderly and let their hands roam freely about each others body. Sophie's blouse soon found its way to the floor and was followed by her short skirt too. Tom's hand sailed south to her mound where he stroked her perfectly trimmed hair before sliding lower to her wet slit. 

      She moaned softly when he touched her pussy and sent a shockwave rushing up her spine to her brain and back again in a flash. She had felt nothing like this since giving up her virginity six years earlier. This however was surprisingly better, much more intense.