Forbidden Summer

by Claire Fertile

  I went to take my skirt off and Shane stopped me. “You look good in that. Keep it on.”

  He pulled off his tight shirt and showed off his massive arms and hard pecs. I ran my hands over his chest and felt every muscle. He really was a work of art.

  “I can't wait any longer,” I replied. “Take me now.”

  Shane kissed me once more, his hands gripping my ass cheeks under my skirt. “Bend over the net,” he ordered.

  I didn't even think that was a possibility. I walked over to the net and placed my body weight against it. Surprisingly it held me. Shane slowly lifted up my skirt until my entire ass was exposed. I looked behind me to see him pull his shorts down.

  I was shocked to see this massive length standing at attention. I thought I'd imagined what he looked like before but this was bigger than I ever could imagine. “Be gentle. You're so big.”

  Shane took his position behind and put his hands on my hips. The head of his penis lightly teased my eager opening. I needed him now more than ever. Shane crammed his thickness into me with such force that my body lurched forward and almost broke the net.

  His cock was way too big. My pussy stretched and stretched to accommodate him but it wasn't enough. Shane grunted as he began to thrust, working his way deeper and deeper.

  “You're so tight,” Shane moaned.

  “I never knew it could feel this good,” I replied.

  My orgasm went off without any notice. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as Shane fucked me hard. Spasms shook my legs and it took all my strength to keep me standing.

  The scenery spun around me. The ecstasy was too much to handle. Shane's cock was too much to handle.

  Chapter Eight

  The first orgasm wouldn't be the last. Shane's finger dug deep into my sides as his hips slammed into my cushy ass. The smacking sound could be heard for miles.

  My fingers fit through the holes of the net as I held on for dear life. Shane grabbed my ponytail and snapped my head back. He used his hold on me to gain better leverage to fuck me even deeper than before.

  “It feels so good,” I said through gritted teeth. Another orgasm washed over me sending me into a frenzy.

  A smack on my ass brought me to attention. “Do you want more?” Shane asked.

  “Yes please,” I replied.

  Shane swung his hand harder and connected with my other ass cheek. I cried out in pain but asked for more. I knew my ass was going to be sore tomorrow.

  “I'm close, Danielle,” Shane moaned.

  “Come inside, Shane. Fill me up.”

  Shane's breathing quickened. His thrusts picked up speed. His fingernails broke my skin as his cock spurted within me.

  My body broke out in tremors as Shane's seed poured into me. The peak of the pleasure seemed to go on forever, both of us entwined in an eternal state of bliss.

  I lost all sense of time. I screamed Shane's name over and over again. The edges of my vision began to blur. As the tremors started to cease, small aftershocks made my body spasm.

  The pleasure began to fade and I was finally able to take in a deep breath. But I didn't want Shane to leave me. I wanted him inside me always.

  Before I knew it, Shane was gone and left a void that could never be filled until he fucked me again. His come ran down my legs and I lay on the net like a dead animal.

  “I don't know what the hell just happened,” Shane said.

  I turned my head around and saw a face of shock on Shane. “Magic is what happened,” I replied.

  “I don't know if we should've done that,” he said.

  I used all my strength to lift myself off the net. I felt faint and almost collapsed onto the ground until Shane picked me up in his strong arms.

  “It felt so right,” I said into his hairy chest.

  “It really did,” he replied, stroking his fingers through my hair.

  I wanted to fall asleep in his arms. I felt so safe. Safer than I'd ever felt before. Shane could take care of me. He could be the man I always dreamed about saving me.

  “We better get back before your mom wonders why we were playing for so long.”

  I nodded and gathered my shirt off the ground. I watched Shane put his shorts on and got one last look at his juicy cock. I was scared for a moment that I'd never get to see it again. What we did was forbidden and couldn't possibly go on.

  But it was too good to abandon. How could something so wrong feel so right?

  Shane drove us home and I fell asleep against the car window holding Shane's hand.

  “We're home,” he announced, nudging me awake.

  I realized that a tiny bit of drool was at the corner of my mouth. I instantly wiped it away and stepped out of the car. All my limbs were on fire. Between tennis and the intense fucking, my body had never been more sore in my life.

  “I don't think I can walk,” I said.

  Shane laughed as he got the tennis bags from the trunk. We entered the house with me wobbling behind Shane.

  “How was tennis today?” my mom asked.

  My face changed to red at lightning speed. I didn't have a very good poker face.

  “Danielle is doing very well.” Shane tried not to look at me as he talked. “She's making a real big improvement.”

  “That's great to hear. I knew she would be good at this.” My mom inspected me with her eyes. “Is something wrong? Did you get injured?”

  It wasn't easy to hide the pain in my face. “No I'm just so incredibly sore.”

  My mom nodded. “That's what happens when you use muscles you aren't used to using.”

  I had to stifle a life. “You can say that again,” I replied. “I think I'm going to go pass out in my bed and let my body regenerate.”

  “Do you need a ice pack or hot pad?” my mom asked.

  The idea sounded really nice but I didn't want to be around her any longer than I had to. Especially since I was just fucked by my stepdad.

  “I think I'll be okay. I just need some rest.”

  I entered my room and did a swan dive into my bed. Nobody could wipe off the smile on my face. I thought about Shane taking me on the net again and I got goosebumps all over. Tomorrow would be another day and another chance to have Shane fill me up over and over again.

  I didn't want to have to wait all the way until tomorrow. I wanted him again now.

  I fell asleep dreaming about what tomorrow would hold.

  Chapter Nine

  A loud noise woke me up. It was pitch black in my room and I hadn't even realized that I had fallen asleep.

  I reached over and flicked on the lamp on my nightstand. I had to squint at the sudden flood of light. As my eyes adjusted, I looked around and didn't notice anything unusual.

  “Must've been dreaming,” I said softly.

  My bedroom door creaked open. Shane entered and quickly shut the door behind him as quietly as he could. He looked better than ever. A white t-shirt and tiny blue boxers that didn't leave much to the imagination.

  “What are you doing in here?” I asked, pulling the comforter over my body. Then I realized that I had fallen asleep in my tennis clothes and there was no need to cover myself. I let the comforter fall away.

  Shane put a finger to his mouth. “Shh. I tripped in the hallway and I might've made too much noise.”

  “What are you doing here?” I asked again. I looked at the clock next to my bed and it read 3:00 AM. “It's so late.”

  Shane took a step towards the bed and ran his fingers through his dark hair. “I couldn't wait to have you tomorrow. I need you now.”

  My body was still wrecked by soreness. But the thought of Shane plowing me in my bed was too good to pass up.

  “Come here and take me,” I ordered him.

  Shane tore his white shirt and boxers off and jumped into my bed before I could get a good look at him. “I haven't been able to stop thinking about you,” he said, tracing my lips with his fingertips.

  I opened my mouth and Shane slid his finger inside. I
closed down around his finger and sucked hard while Shane slowly pushed and pulled his finger out.

  I knew exactly what he wanted me to do.

  I climbed under the covers and into the darkness. It didn't take me long to find his throbbing cock. It was exciting not being able to see Shane. As I gripped his shaft, I could hear him moan. There was something satisfying about touching him and only getting an auditory reaction.

  I stroked him a few times and Shane squirmed around. “Hold still,” I said.

  Shane stopped moving and I stroked him more. “Oh my God. That feels so good,” he replied.

  I knew I could bring him to climax just by touching him. But I wanted to play with him some more. I held his cock at base and ran my tongue from the bottom all the way to his tip. Shane shivered and groaned for more.

  I flicked his head with the end of my tongue before inserting his entire length into my mouth. Shane's hands came under the covers and gripped my hair tight as I sucked on him like a lollipop.

  I worked his base with my right hand and bobbed my head up and down, working his head with my lips. Shane moaned and his breathing quickened. I wouldn't be able to go too much longer unless I wanted his come down my throat.

  Which I did.

  But there was somewhere else I wanted it more.

  I pulled Shane's massive meat out of my mouth and flipped the covers over my head. His eyes were heavy with desire. I watched his reaction as I stroked his cock, slowly teasing him until he whimpered.

  “I'm so close,” Shane said.

  “Do you want to come inside me?” I asked, squeezing his base.

  Shane nodded, biting his bottom lip.

  I jumped on top of him and rubbed my wet pussy on his shaft. I lowered down on him until he stretched me completely.

  Shane grabbed my hips and dug his fingers in. “Fuck. You're so tight. I'm going to come soon.”

  I could tell he was trying to do his best to hold on. I liked the fact that I could make him come on command.

  I rocked my hips back and forth, letting his cock drill further into me. My one hand was on Shane's chest while the other worked my fleshy bulb. The pleasure built higher and higher.

  Shane tensed up. Here we go, I thought to myself.

  Warm come spurted inside me with great force. Shane yelled my name over and over again.

  My own orgasm went off and my head swirled with ecstasy. Spasms took over my body and I could no longer hold myself up. I collapsed on top of Shane and he took over the thrusting, exploring deeper than ever before.

  I couldn't concentrate anymore as pleasure burned through me. Shane held me close as we came together.

  His thrusts began to slow down and I could feel his hard cock become soft inside me.

  My hair was a mess over my face but I didn't care. I couldn't move even if I wanted to. I stayed put, listening to Shane's heart beat against my ear.

  “Don't leave me,” I said. “I want you to stay inside me.”

  Shane raked his fingers through me hair. “I'll never leave you,” he replied.

  I knew his words meant more than just staying inside me.

  Shane was going to be with me forever.

  The End

  Story Two

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  Description

  Sarah finally found the love of her life. But there's one tiny problem. And it's a forbidden one.

  Now it's too late to go back and Sarah has to keep it a secret before everyone finds out.

  Bryant came home for a wedding and wasn't expecting to find love. He'll have to pick between going back to his old life or staying with Sarah.

  Warning: This insta-love story might be too hot. Management recommends blowing on it a little to cool it off before reading.

  Chapter One

  The mansion had turned into a literal madhouse five days before the wedding. Servants and wedding planners rushed around stuck in fast forward. It was almost impossible to sleep in anymore.

  Summer from college was supposed to be the time for me to catch up on all the sleep I'd lost during the last semester. But with the looming wedding around the corner, it seemed that wasn't going to happen.

  I rolled out of bed and shuffled over to the window that faced the backyard. I pulled away the rich white curtains to reveal the backyard bustling with activity.

  Hundreds of white chairs were set up in neat little rows all facing an altar. The greenery had all been sculpted recently for the event.

  My mom was going all out and I didn't expect anything less. This was the second great wedding I've had the pleasure of experiencing ever since my mom's first divorce. Every man she's been with had been richer than the one before.

  I grew up living in a two-bedroom townhouse and after three divorces, we moved up to a thirteen-room mansion with butlers, cooks, and maids. It seemed a little crazy and over-the-top but my mom loved living the extravagant life.

  I didn't care so much. That tiny townhouse was just fine for me. I didn't need expensive things or clothes. But I also didn't complain when my mom bought me stuff all the time.

  My closet was packed with outfits that any girl would dream about. The funny thing was that I barely brought any of it to college. I shared a small room and there wasn't much room for clothes. My mom had offered to rent me a house while I was away at college but I told her that I didn't want any special treatment.

  I wanted to have the real college experience. That meant sharing a little apartment with four others.

  I threw on a baggy white t-shirt, black shorts, and cute socks with cartoon kitties on them. I descended the grand marble staircase and walked into the kitchen that was bigger than my entire apartment.

  Our cook, Hugh, was from England and my mother imported him over here after eating at one of his restaurants. I didn't even want to know how much money it took to get him to abandon his five-star restaurant.

  “Good morning, Sarah,” he said in that thick British accent. I always loved the way he sounded. His accent made him seem like the smartest man in the room.

  “Good morning, Hugh,” I replied.

  “What can I make you this morning?”

  I sat down at the large kitchen island that was also made of white marble. I slapped my hands on the counter-top. “French toast sounds good.”

  Hugh bowed to me before taking out bread, eggs, and a pan. I always thought it was silly that the servants had to bow to us. We definitely weren't royalty. I think my mom paid them all extra to do it.

  “Is my mom rushing around the house like a chicken with her head cut off?”

  Hugh cracked an egg into a bowl and began to whisk it. “There seems to be a problem with the center pieces today.”

  “There's always going to be a problem that needs attending to. Even with all this help, she still has to take control of everything.”

  Hugh ignored my comment which was normal for the servants. They would never bad mouth their employer no matter how small or how much they wanted to.

  Hugh took almost the same amount of time decorating the plate as he did cooking the actual food. But when he placed the finished product before me, it was all worth it. Two slices of perfectly cooked French toast were surrounded with powdered sugar. Blueberries and strawberries were placed next to it. Everything Hugh cooked deserved to have a picture taken of it and preserved for all time.

  The first bite made me smile. I could never get this back at college. In fact I couldn't get anything like this anywhere else. Hugh was really in a class of his own.

  “Sarah!” my mom called from some other room in the house.

  “I'm in the kitchen, Mother!”

  My mom came bustling in wearing a white cocktail dress. She always looked like she was
going out somewhere exotic even though she was just doing work around the house.

  “There you are Sarah!” My mom ignored Hugh and gave me a kiss on the forehead. “I've been looking everywhere for you. We have a huge problem.”