Forbidden Fruit: Volume 1

by Harley, Lisa M.

  What was going on with me?

  I was having totally inappropriate thoughts about an eighteen year old guy. I knew I wouldn’t act on them, so I decided at that moment just to do what Tray promised – have fun. Enjoy myself and live a little. I deserved that after everything I’d been through in the past year. And it wasn’t like anyone was watching us. It was just me and Tray having a good time in my kitchen. I could do that.

  “Okay, now that we have properly sauced the ice cream, we have to add toppings. I have sprinkles, chocolate chips, toffee pieces, M&M’s, peanuts, coconut, and last but not least…” he said as he pulled a cherry out of the jar and plopped it on top of my monstrous sundae. “We have to have a cherry. All boys love cherries,” he grinned and wiggled his eyebrow at me.

  I laughed, while he started to make his sundae. He piled his bowl high with ice cream and toppings then he put the lid on the ice cream and put it back in the freezer.

  “Now it’s reality TV time. Come on…” he motioned to me to follow him into the living room. I picked up my sundae and scooted off of the barstool so I could follow him. When we reached the living room he had a bed of pillows made on the floor.

  “Looks comfy, doesn’t it?” he asked.

  “What’d you do, pull every pillow out of the house?”

  He looked all around and then walked over to the chair by the door. Grabbing the cushion from it he threw it down on the pile of pillows and said, “Yep. Now I think I have every pillow in the house on the living room floor.”

  I sat down on the floor and leaned up against the couch. I had to admit it was super comfortable. I had pillows under me, behind me, in front of me, Tray was right – comfy.

  “Reality TV, huh? Wouldn’t you rather watch a movie or something?” I asked.

  “Nope. We are going to watch this show about this little girl who is in beauty pageants and we are going to laugh our asses off. Then we are going to watch that show about duck hunters. It’s hilarious. We are going to have fun. Tonight is all about eating ice cream and laughing.”

  “Sounds great, Tray.”

  “I know. I’m fucking awesome.” He shrugged his shoulders and said, “I try to tone it down, but the awesome just seeps back out.”

  “And not conceited at all are you?”

  “Of course not. What in the world are you talking about?” He feigned innocence.

  We sat there on the bed of pillows and watched the shows he talked about and we did laugh our butts off. They were hilarious and so far-fetched. But I loved them. We vowed to watch them every week until he left.

  I guess we fell asleep because the next thing I knew the sun was peeking in the living room window and I was staring at a guy with slobber dribbling out of his mouth. He looked so young. He was young. The longer he was here the more defined his muscles were getting. And yes I was looking at them. I couldn’t keep from it. He was a fine specimen, but just a baby nonetheless.

  Reaching over I nudged his shoulder. “Tray, wake up. We fell asleep. It’s time to get up and get to work.”

  “Just ten more minutes. Please…” he whined in his sleep. Then he grabbed me and pulled me tight to him. He ran his hand through my hair and slowly pulled my head back so that he could nuzzle his nose in my neck. “You smell so good.”

  I could feel his breath on my face. My cheeks were flushed and my heart rate was picking up. His arm was wrapped tightly around me and his hand was making its way down my back to cup my ass. He squeezed and pulled me tighter to him. I could feel how excited he was. He was sporting some major morning wood. His lips glided over my neck and his tongue darted out and licked a trail to my ear. He whispered, “Good morning, Mrs. Mason.” He continued to nibble on my ear. “I told you we’d have fun.”

  I pushed away from him and jumped up off the floor like I’d been stung by a bee. “We cannot do that. That’s not the kind of fun I thought you were talking about.”

  He sat up and leaned back against the couch. Running his hand through his hair, he said, “You can say whatever you want, Mrs. Mason. I can tell by the color in those pretty cheeks of yours that you enjoyed it just as much as I did.”

  “I…we…that can’t happen, Tray,” I stuttered.

  “Whatever you say, Mrs. Mason. It won’t happen again.” He mumbled under his breath, “Until you ask for it.”

  Voyeurism

  Tray

  I’d been on the farm for about a month. After the incident on the pillows, Mrs. Mason and I were still having a good time together, but no hanky panky. We ran together each morning and I found that I was excited to get up before the crack of dawn, because that meant I was going on a run with her.

  We ate dinner together every night and we talked about everything. She knew I was majoring in Business, so she let me watch her work the books and take care of some minor things for the farm. I was learning so much from her, but the closer we got the more I realized that I wanted more than just friendship from her.

  Before the summer was over I was going to fuck her. I promised her she would have fun this summer and I’d been doing things every day to keep that promise. But I wanted to be with her. I wanted to be the man to bring her out of her funk. I was doing that in every other way, why couldn’t I do it sexually too?

  It pissed me off that she insisted we couldn’t do anything because I was too young. I’d been having sex for three years. I wasn’t a kid anymore. I was perfectly legal and determined to get her to see me as a man, not just her stepson’s buddy.

  It had taken me some time but I was finally getting used to working on the farm. At least, I didn’t feel like a complete idiot anymore. Jason hadn’t bothered to mention how hard this work was. Sure, I realized it wouldn’t be easy, but I didn’t know it was going to kick my ass.

  Every afternoon it was my job to hay the horse stalls. This job consisted of me grabbing a big ass bale of hay, throwing it in the middle of the barn, then stabbing it with a big pitch fork thing and shoveling it into all of the stalls. It wasn’t really the hardest job I’d been given, but it sure as hell wasn’t easy either.

  I was shoveling away when I heard sounds coming from the last stall in the very back of the barn. The closer I got to the sounds, the clearer they got. Somebody was having a hell of a time.

  AnaBelle

  This was so amazingly wrong. I shouldn’t be watching. I needed to walk away.

  Just walk away, AnaBelle.

  I told myself to do it. I knew I needed to go to the house or go back to my office, but I couldn’t stop watching them.

  It all started out innocently enough. No big deal, I was walking out of my office, so I could go to the house and start supper. That’s when I heard some giggling coming from Dreamsicle’s stall. I should’ve kept walking, but something pulled me toward the stall. There was a little alcove in front of the stall. I could stand there and see everything that was going on, but they would have a difficult time making me out. It wasn’t like they were going to notice anything right now anyway. Matt had Sarah backed up against the wall. He was kissing her neck and she was throwing her head back as she giggled.

  I watched as his hand started its journey up her body. He started by lifting her leg and wrapping it around his waist. When he did that his body pushed into hers, and she moaned a deep sexy moan. Just thinking about the way it felt to be touched by a man made my lady parts quiver. It had been a long time since I’d felt wanted. It’d been too long.

  Matt’s hand slid up her thigh. Stopping only to squeeze her ass and push his hips into her harder. This solicited another moan from Sarah. My heart was racing and I could feel the wetness between my legs. My clit was throbbing.

  Slowly he ran his hand up her little tank top, pulling it off over her head. Her small breasts were now free, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Matt’s eyes lit up and he leaned in and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She tossed her head back and bit her lip. “Oh, Matt. Baby…suck it harder.” He did exactly what she asked.

  She dropped he
r leg from around his waist and unzipped her jean shorts and panties and kicked them away. Then she jumped up, wrapping both legs around his waist and put her arms around his neck. Burying her face in his neck, she begged, “Please, Matt. Please do it now.”

  Matt slammed his lips to hers and pushed his tongue into her mouth. He was kissing her like he wanted to eat her alive. One hand was on her ass and the other was unzipping his jeans. Their mouths were still smashed together when he thrust himself into her. Pushing her up the wall with each plunge, in between kisses and him ramming his cock into her she was screaming out, “Oh, oh, oh, Matt. Fuck!”

  I hadn’t been this turned on in a long time. Watching them fuck hard was driving me crazy. So crazy, that when I felt lips on my neck, I thought it was part of the fantasy I was living in at that moment. Then I felt a tongue run across my neck and up to my ear. As I felt someone nibble on my ear, I turned to see eyes full of lust for me. Tray – he was touching me. Standing there with no shirt on, his chest covered in sweat and his heart beating so hard I could feel it when I placed my hand on his chest.

  I shouldn’t have done it.

  I shouldn’t have touched him.

  But it was too late now.

  I wanted this.

  I wanted him to touch me.

  Never taking his eyes from mine, he took my hand in his and pushing it up under my shirt he placed our intertwined hands on my breast. I closed my eyes and a moan escaped my lips. I couldn’t help it. It felt so good. He felt so good. Using my hand and his he squeezed and massaged my breasts, paying special attention to my rock hard nipples.

  Leaning in, I could feel his warm breath on my face. He whispered, “its okay, Mrs. Mason. Let me make you feel good.”

  Nodding, I took my hand that he wasn’t holding and placed it on his cheek. Slowly, he slid our hands down from my breast and into my shorts. When I felt our fingers on my clit I about jumped through the roof. This wasn’t going to take long at all.

  It was wrong. Even more wrong than my watching Sarah and Matt, who were still going at it hard. Their moans and screams were easily covering my sounds.

  Tray pushed his finger inside me. “Mmmm, so wet,” he whispered. “I wish I could slide my cock inside you. I wanna fuck you hard, Mrs. Mason. I wanna feel your warm wet pussy as I slam my cock inside it.” He was rubbing his nose against mine. “I wanna fuck you, Mrs. Mason. Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to make you feel good?” When Tray pushed two more fingers inside me, I screamed out, “Yes!”

  Apparently, that got noticed. Sarah and Matt stopped and I could hear them scurrying around in the stall. Whispering and wondering aloud about who had caught them. My breaths were rapid. Tray removed his hand from my pants, slid his fingers into his mouth and sucked off my juices. He mouthed, “Later” as he turned and walked away.

  Holy shit!

  Did that really happen?

  Tray

  What the fuck was I thinking? Apparently I wasn’t thinking at all. Well, I was, but I wasn’t thinking with my brain. Oh hell no, my dick was doing all the thinking today.

  I couldn’t fucking help myself. When I heard the sounds and walked over to the stall and saw what was going on, I couldn’t control myself another second. I had to touch her. She was primed and ready to go. She needed me and I was going to give her exactly what she needed.

  Would Jason hate me forever?

  Maybe.

  But he’d have to know it happened to hate me, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell him about it.

  Her pussy was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted. And now that I’d had a taste there was no way in hell I was going to spend another day not knowing what it would feel like to slam my cock into it repeatedly. I was going to give her a night that she would never forget.

  Still dripping from my shower and only wearing a pair of basketball shorts, I walked into my room and found the most amazing sight.

  “Well, hello there,” I said with a shit-eating grin crossing my face. “What a pleasant surprise.”

  Mrs. Mason was lying on my bed. She was wearing my black Aerosmith t-shirt and nothing else. I had died and walked into heaven.

  She climbed up on her knees and made her way to the end of the bed. She crooked her finger at me and summoned me to her. “Think you can finish what you started out in the barn?”

  “That was my plan.”

  “Good plan. Why don’t you get over here and get to it?” she begged as she raised her eyebrow at me and sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. Damn, I wanted to bite that lip.

  I jumped on the edge of the bed and pulled her to me. “You don’t have to ask me twice, baby.” Grabbing the bottom of my t-shirt she was wearing, I pulled it over her head and grabbed the band out of her hair and watched her blonde curls fall. “You’re an angel, Mrs. Mason.”

  Her lips were on mine in a second and her sweet tongue was pushing inside my mouth. She was exploring every crevice of my mouth. Her tongue was so sweet. I bit her bottom lip and slapped her ass. “You ready for me?” I asked as I stood up and slid my shorts to the ground.

  Her eyes went straight to my dick that was now hard as nails and throbbing.

  She nodded.

  “I need to hear you say it, Mrs. Mason. Tell me you want me to make you happy.” I placed my hands on either side of her face. “Look at me. Tell me what you want.”

  “You. I want you, Tray,” she moaned quietly. Then I felt her hand wrap around my dick and I groaned.

  “Oh fuck, Mrs. Mason.”

  “That’s the point, isn’t it?” She smiled.

  I pushed her down on the bed and worked my way between her legs. She was soaking wet for me. She wanted this just as bad as I did. Thank you Jesus!

  Slowly, I worked my cock between her slit -rubbing gently back and forth. When the tip of it hit her clit her hips came all the way up off of the bed and she screamed out. “Shhhh, baby. I’m going to make you feel so good. Just lay back and let me do this, okay?”

  She nodded and I started to scoot down a little. I used one hand to massage one breast while I sucked the other one into my mouth. Looking up at her, I sucked and nibbled on her nipple. Flicking my tongue back and forth across it I watched the passion in her eyes. I took it between my teeth and pulled away. When I released it, she moaned loudly and took my hand from her breast and tried to push me down to her pussy.

  “Not yet, baby,” I whispered against her stomach, sliding my hand around to grab her ass. My mouth found her clit and I pulled it into my mouth. Sucking and licking her was like heaven. Not only did she taste amazing, but she was going fucking crazy. She was loving this. I took my hand and slid a finger deep into her pussy. Her whole lower body came up off the bed and she screamed out in pleasure.

  “Holy fuck, Tray!”

  I wiped her wetness from my mouth with my hand. “Want me to stop?” I asked jokingly.

  She set up and before I knew what was happening she was on top of me. “Shut up, Tray.”

  Her lips were on mine and her soaking wet pussy was pressing against my cock. I had to be inside of her. I was trying to make my way inside but she kept moving when I’d get close.

  “Do you always wear a condom?” she asked.

  “Always, but I don’t have any with me. I wasn’t really planning on having sex while I was here. I thought I was gonna have a dry spell before I got back to school.”

  She took my hand and slid it down her slit. “Does this feel dry to you, Tray?”

  “Fuck no, it doesn’t, Mrs. Mason.”

  “You always use a condom, so you’re clean. No diseases?” she asked.

  “I’m clean. I’ve never had sex without a condom and I was tested last month. All clean. What about you?”

  “What about me?” she asked quizzically.

  “Are you clean? Are you on the pill or something?”

  “Oh, well I haven’t had sex in a year. Before that I was with my husband for five years and I can’t get pregnant. So to answer your
question, I’m clean and we don’t have to worry about a little Tray.”

  “Then you need to move that sweet pussy onto my dick or let me flip you over and fuck you because I’m dying here.”

  She moved just a little and my cock slid so easily into her. She was soaking wet and I was rock hard. I tried to ride her from below, but she wasn’t having any part of that.

  “Let me do this,” she whispered. She leaned down and pressed her lips to mine, as she continued to slowly ride me. Sitting up she grabbed my hands and placed them on her perfectly round, beautiful breasts. I started to massage them and she sped up a little. With each slide down my cock her clit was hitting the base and she would tremble and moan deeply each time.

  “So close, Tray. I’m gonna come…oh god. I’m gonna come,” she groaned.

  I flipped us where I was on top and rammed my cock up into her. Thrusting harder than I ever had I decided I was going to give her the fuck of her life. Her head was hitting the headboard and she was shaking. Her moans were getting louder. They were actually turning into screams.

  “Tray. Oh fuck, Tray. Holy shit…don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop,” she screamed.

  “Don’t worry, baby. I won’t,” I promised as I continued to thrust into her. I was holding myself up over her with both hands flat on the bed. Fucking her with all I had. “I’m coming. Oh fuck me, Mrs. Mason,” I yelled as I exploded inside of her.

  I was exhausted. I collapsed on the bed beside her. We were both panting and sweat was pouring off of me. I looked over and her chest was heaving. She licked her lips and turned her head to look at me.

  “That was…holy hell. That was…wow,” she said in a low grumbly voice.

  “Yeah. That it was.” I turned toward her and rose up on my elbow. “You are pretty fucking amazing, Mrs. Mason.”

  “Really? After you fucked me senseless you’re still going to call me that?”

  “You betcha. It’s hot as hell. The studly young man fucking the sexy older woman?” I kissed her boob and ran my tongue along her nipple watching it pebble under my touch. “That’s hot as fuck.”