Forbidden Summer

by Claire Fertile

I went to slip them off but Michael got to them before me. He grabbed the tiny strap and pulled until it snapped. He tossed my thong across the room and I watched it land in a large trash can. Didn't matter because I wouldn't be able to wear them anymore anyways.

  Michael slipped a finger in between my legs and gathered my wetness. I could hear him tasting me.

  “That's good,” he said in a dark tone.

  “I want you inside me.” I begged him.

  Michael pulled his massive meat out of his boxers. I craned my head back to get a view. He was so much bigger than I could ever imagine. It was like something out of a porn video. There was no way it could fit.

  Not in a million years.

  “Are you ready for me?” Michael asked, his cock resting in between my ass cheeks.

  I nodded and bit my bottom lip.

  Michael grabbed my waist and slid his enormous cock inside me. I was so wet that he coasted right in, pushing so deep. I wasn't even able to comprehend the pleasure. My body reacted instantly with an orgasm. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I flopped around on the workbench before Michael even thrust once.

  “You like the way I feel inside you, Penelope?”

  My orgasm faded and I choked out a breath. “Yes, sir,” I replied.

  “You want more?”

  Chapter Six

  I'd never felt such a deep need for anyone before. Even with Michael already inside me. It wasn't enough.

  I needed more. I craved for more. I need his come inside me.

  Michael's fingers dug into my side. He slowly pulled his cock out of me and then thrust so hard that I had to cover my mouth to keep from screaming anymore.

  He drilled into me deeper and deeper with every thrust of his hips. My raw ass cheeks were pounded into submission. The tools still left on the table rattled. Michael gathered my hair into a ponytail and pulled until my head snapped back.

  “I'm close,” Michael announced.

  The pleasure built higher and higher. I was close too. “Come with me, Michael.”

  His nails pierced my skin as he detonated inside me, his warm come flooding me. Every inch of me exploded with ecstasy. I couldn't keep my screams covered anymore. I let it out.

  I let it all out...

  Michael pulled out and I felt a rush of come flow down my legs. He took a rag and cleaned me while I lay there on the workbench. My chest heaved up and down and my hair covered my face. I was in state of bliss that I never wanted to leave.

  A bell from the other room rang.

  Michael cursed under his breath. “Don't move and stay here.”

  He left me and went into the waiting room. There was no way I was going to move even if I wanted to.

  Michael returned and I heard him tell a customer that he'd be right back.

  “I need to get you out of here. I have another customer to attend to.”

  I pulled my jeans up and over my bare red ass. “I hope you don't mean what I think you mean.” I let out a little giggle.

  Michael just stood there with a stern face. “You're not going to tell your mom about this are you?

  I raked my fingers through my hair to get out the tangles. “Don't worry, it will be our little secret.”

  “I'll get your car down and you can take it home.”

  Michael pressed a red button and the lift began to lower my Honda down. “I wish we had more time together,” I said. I grasped his hand and held it against my chest.

  He put my car keys in my hand. “You know I'm dating your mom, right? We can never do this again.”

  I slipped my fingers into his waistband. “I don't think you really mean that.” I shoved my hand down the front of his pants and grabbed his flaccid penis. It only took a couple strokes to bring it back to life.

  Michael moaned softly before coming back to his senses. He pulled my hand out of his pants and placed it back at my side. “No. We're not doing this anymore.”

  I spun my keys around my finger. “Are you coming by the house soon?”

  “I will be. But only to see your mom.”

  I opened the car door and sat down. “Thank you for fixing my brakes. My mom was right, you really are a good mechanic.”

  Michael closed the door for me. I smiled before starting the ignition and pulling out of the garage. He gave me one last look before going into the waiting room. I knew he wouldn't be able to resist.

  I pulled back into the driveway of my mom's house and turned off the car. I was still on a high from the crazy sex. My skin tingled all over. My jeans were soaked in between my legs. I gripped the steering wheel and remembered every second of Michael taking me on that dirty workbench.

  I'd never been so manhandled before and I loved it.

  He probably thought that it was a one-time thing. He was sorely mistaken.

  Michael had only dipped his feet into the pool. There was so much left to explore.

  I strolled into the house and felt on top of the world.

  My mom was upstairs and looked down over the banister. “How did it go, Pen? Did Michael give you a good deal?”

  I couldn't help but laugh out loud. He gave me a real big deal. I stifled another giggle. “He fixed my brakes and got me out of there quickly.”

  My mom clapped her hands in excitement. “I'm so glad! Now since you only have a couple days left of spring break, I thought I would cook whatever dinner you wanted.”

  I thought for a moment. “You know what I really feel like right now?”

  “What?”

  “A large pepperoni and sausage pizza.”

  My mom licked her lips. “You just read my mind. Michael's coming by tonight so I'll have him pick up the pizza.”

  “Oh he'll be here for dinner? It's just that he hasn't been around much the past few days.”

  “He actually just called me and said he was free tonight.”

  Michael couldn't resist me anymore. I knew he wasn't coming by for my mom.

  Tonight would be very interesting.

  Chapter Seven

  The doorbell rang and I rushed downstairs as fast as I could before my mom beat me. I had changed into a different outfit so as not to bore Michael. A baggy t-shirt that had my college name on it, no bra, and gray short shorts was a comfy yet sexy look.

  I opened the door to find Michael wearing the same oil-stained clothes he had fucked me in earlier. For some reason that turned me on even more. To know that my scent was all over him. In one hand he carried a pizza box, and in the other a single rose.

  His eyes lit up when he caught sight of me. Michael was definitely here for me.

  “Is that for me?” I asked with a hand on my chest.

  “Yes it is.” He handed me the pizza and walked straight through me. I knew it was a joke but the joke was on him. I preferred the pizza to the rose.

  My mom came out of the kitchen and gave Michael a kiss on the cheek. “Oh you shouldn't have, Michael.” She took the rose from him and returned to the kitchen to find a vase.

  “Are you ready to eat, Penelope?” he asked.

  I loved the way he said my name. There was so much meaning behind it. I wanted him to say it out loud over and over again.

  I brought the pizza to the dinner table and my mom placed the vase with a single rose in the center. Everyone took a slice and we dug in. I'd eaten plenty of pizza at college but this one was supreme above all the others.

  Michael glanced over to me every so often but I couldn't bother with him right now. It was pizza time. I really was serious that I preferred pizza over romance.

  My mom slapped her forehead. “Oh my god, I totally forgot about my real estate class tonight.”

  I'd also forgotten that my mom was trying her hand at real estate. She never needed much money before with the type of guys she dated but with Michael things were different.

  “Oh don't worry about it,” Michael said. “Penelope and I can hang out and get to know each other until you get back.” He winked at me and I blushed.

 
“Thank you so much, Michael. You're a godsend.” My mom grabbed her purse and grabbed a slice of pizza to go. “I'll only be gone two hours. You two have some fun.”

  I waved goodbye with the biggest grin on my face.

  When the garage door closed and I could hear her car drive off, I turned to Michael. “Did you know she had a class tonight?”

  Michael nodded and grabbed another slice. “She always has a class on Friday nights.”

  “You're very bad. I thought you said that it was one time only.”

  Michael took a bite and covered his mouth while he chewed. “You're going back to college in a couple days and then you're gone until summer. Why fight it if we're going to be separated anyways.”

  I picked a pepperoni off the slice he held in his hand. “You have a point.”

  “Get your own slice,” he said, shoving the rest of the pizza in his mouth.

  “Oh that's very attractive,” I replied, rolling my eyes.

  “You don't think this is sexy?” he asked with his mouthful.

  “No way.” I stood up to throw away the paper plates and napkins.

  Michael chased me with his mouth still full. “Come give me a kiss.”

  “Disgusting! Get away!” I ran around the kitchen island and Michael was on the other side pursing his lips together.

  I faked left and went right. Michael followed my movements and caught me before I could escape. His strong hands gripped me tight.

  “I got you,” he blurted out. Pieces of chewed food sprayed my face.

  “No! No!” I closed my eyes and moved my head from side to side.

  Michael held my head still and kissed me with his pizza mouth.

  He finally let me go and I wiped my lips. “That was so gross.”

  Michael put his hands up in the air like a boxing champ and swallowed the rest of his food.

  “You're very immature,” I said.

  “Oh really?” Michael replied. He wiped his mouth with a napkin. “I don't think you could say that after what happened earlier today.”

  I couldn't help but go back to him fucking me on the workbench. His filthy hands all over me, his come spilling out of me. I got goosebumps just thinking about it.

  “Earlier today must've been some sort of fluke then.” I crossed my arms over my chest. I could feel my heart beating hard against my arm.

  Michael laughed. “Oh really? So I need to prove myself is what you're saying?”

  I shrugged.

  Michael came close and pulled my arms down from across my chest. My nipples were so pointy that they could be clearly seen through my baggy shirt. “Are you ready?” he asked.

  I gulped and nodded.

  Michael walked past me and towards the stairs. “Then let's get to it.”

  Chapter Eight

  “Wait! Where are you going, Michael?”

  He just ignored me as he climbed the steps. I chased after him and saw him dart into my room. “I haven't cleaned up in there yet,” I yelled.

  I don't know why any of that mattered. He was about to fuck me again for the second time today and all I could think about was how my messy room made me look.

  I entered the room and found it empty. There weren't very many places to hide except for behind the drapes next to the window.

  “Are we playing a game now, Michael? Am I supposed to find you and win a prize?”

  The door slammed shut behind me. Michael stood there with the most serious face. He was hiding behind the door the whole time.

  “You've been very bad, Penelope.”

  I bit my bottom lip and agreed with him.

  Michael walked over to my bed and sat down on the edge. I went over to join him but he put up his hand up for me to stop. “Stay right there,” he said.

  I did as I was told and stood in front of him.

  “Good. Now take off all your clothes.”

  I began to pull off my baggy shirt and Michael stopped me again.

  “Do it slower, Penelope.”

  These were demands that turned me on. I took his instruction and slowly brought up my shirt until my heaving breasts were revealed. I watched Michael's eyes grow wider.

  I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it across the room. Michael motioned for me to turn around. I knew exactly what he wanted.

  I bent over and pulled my shorts down and over my ass. “Like this?” I asked.

  Michael nodded as I pulled my shorts and panties all the way down. “Turn back around,” he said.

  I turned around but couldn't help but cover my crotch area with my hands. I'd never been so naked in the daytime in front of another man. He could see everything.

  “Drop your hands to your sides.”

  I stood there feeling Michael examine every inch of me with his eyes. I'd never felt so vulnerable before. Was this all apart of his plan?

  “Come over here and get down on your knees,” he said.

  I hesitantly took a step forward and used his legs to help myself down to my knees. The carpet dug into my skin. “What do you want now?” I asked.

  Michael shook his head. “No questions. Now unzip my pants.”

  This feeling of being ordered around was liberating. I didn't need to think about anything. I only needed to comply with his requests. I unsnapped his jeans and pulled down the zipper.

  “Take them off.”

  I curled my fingers in his waistline and tugged at the denim until they were wrapped around his ankles. My eyes caught sight of his long cock trapped in a prison of gray boxer briefs. I knew what he wanted me to do next but I had to wait for him to say it.

  “Take my cock out and put me in your mouth.”

  My entire body shivered at his command. My pussy was so wet that it was dripping onto the carpet. I only needed to just tap my clit to bring on an orgasm.

  But it wasn't my turn yet. Michael needed to be pleasured first.

  I snaked my fingers through the peephole of his boxers and it didn't take long to find his pulsing member. I gripped it lightly and pulled him through the hole. I licked my lips before inserting him in my mouth.

  Michael's hands combed through my hair and he moaned as I shoved his cock deep down.

  “Yeah just like that. Use your hand to stroke me.”

  I rubbed the base of his penis and sucked on the head. I looked up to see Michael in the middle of experiencing pure ecstasy. I wanted him to come down my throat. I wanted to feel his warm seed in my mouth.

  But it wasn't meant to be.

  Michael released his hold on my hair and pulled himself out of my mouth. “Not yet, Penelope. We still have a lot more to do.”

  I wiped the drool from the corner of my lips and watched Michael scoot back to the pillows on the bed. I stayed on my knees until he broke his silence.

  “Get on top of me, Penelope.”

  He wanted me to control his pleasure and I was so happy to do it. I climbed onto the bed and straddled Michael. His giant cock was only inches away from my moist opening.

  “Rub your wet pussy against me,” he said.

  I pushed my wet lips against him and rocked my hips back and forth. His hands felt up my tits, kneading and massaging them. He pinched my rock-hard nipples and twisted until I cried out.

  “Fuck me now, Penelope.”

  I grabbed his meat and guided him inside me. I was so wet but still way too tight to fit him all in.

  “Oh my god, it feels so good,” I said. I put my hand over my mouth immediately. I wasn't supposed to speak but Michael wasn't focused on that anymore. He could barely think straight now.

  I worked my my ass up and down, forcing him deeper and deeper, going faster and faster.

  “Slower,” Michael choked out.

  I put my hands on his chest to steady myself and slowed the rhythm down. “Like this?” I asked.

  Michael nodded, putting his hands behind his head. He watched me ride him, drinking in the view.

  “I'm close, Michael,” I said. “Will you come with me?”


  “Faster, Penelope.”

  I bounced up and down on his cock, my big tits flopping around. Michael groaned and placed his hands on my sides. He slammed me onto his cock so hard that I cried out from the pleasure. Nobody had ever been so deep before.