Forbidden Sex 2

FORBIDDEN SEX 2 By YellowGirl On this one particular afternoon in May... My husband Christian and I were over at Danny's house. We were all up in his room laughing and taking bong hits. I wanted to go to the kitchen for snacks, because I had the munchies. I closed Danny's bedroom door behind me, and looked around the hallway to see if the parents were around, so that I could raid their refrigerator and cabinets. I slipped into the kitchen, which was next to the steps leading to the basement. "Hey," a guys voice said. I turned around to see Danny's older brother Shane standing by the sliding door. "Oh hey," I said. I didn't feel to comfortable around him. He was one of those guys who would get stoned and smash things ... he wasn't mellow like his younger brother Danny at all. Instead of listening to Pink Floyd and Grateful Dead, he'd rather blast DeathMetal music or something. "So your Chris's lil wifey," he said. "Yes" I said, struggling to reach the top of the refrigerator and grabbed a bag of chips. "Nice ass" I heard him say. I could feel his eyes raking over my body, I felt so uncomfortable and tried to hide behind the bag of chips... "Where's your girlfriend Christy?" I asked. I tried to bring her up so that he would maybe stop staring so hard at my body and saying rude things like 'nice ass'. "We broke up," he said. "Oh," I said and slowly started walking towards the doorway. I stood inches away from the doorway, Shanes eyes were still watching me closely. "Wanna beer?" he asked. "Uhhhh no thanks," I said... He walked over in front of me and his face got closer and closer like he was going to kiss me or something. "NO THANKS! You know that I'm married," I said. "Yea well, you sure don't act like it. Not from what I heard," he grinned. He had a very cute grin, just like his brother Danny, but Shane's eyes were a scary, cold icy blue. I didn't like looking into them. "I don't know what you heard ... just go away," I said. He grabbed my arm, "Wow your such a lil bitch!" I suddenly hated him. I went back in the room with Christian and Danny, and sat on the bed with them. "What's wrong?" Danny asked. "I hate your brother. He?s a creep..." I said, tearing open the bag of chips. Christian and Danny started laughing childishly "BUZZ KILL!" We stayed there for most of the day, then went home. Back at Christian's parents house, the phone rang, it was Shane. "Yes? What do you want?" I asked. "Is Slick home?" Shane asked. "No. He's not," I said. "Hmm ... must be out with some chicks," he said. "Fuck you," I said and slammed down the phone. Christian hadn't been coming home lately. I'd end up in the kitchen watching his mom peeling potatoes and talking about their old farm they moved from. I'd sit there bored out of my wits, and horny as hell. My husband and I rarely even had sex anymore, and when we did ... it was awful most of the time. I missed that time that Danny and I were together. It was the first time I'd been with another man besides my husband. The phone rang again. "Hello?" I answered. "Uh hey, listen. I've got some really good green funk over here. I mean the "Kind Stuff". Why don't you come over and try some," it was Shane again. You are a creep!" I said. "Well come on, its some good stuff," he said. I wasn't too sure about this. Shane just seemed sneaky for some reason. He was also more experienced with a lot of things, and I heard that he had been pushing up on people's girlfriends and that he had been violent with Christy. But everyone said she was making it up. And he was Danny's brother so ... how bad could he be? I was bored. It was getting later and later, and Chris still wasn't home. I stood at the back sliding door reluctant to knock. The door slid open "Oh hey! Come on in," Shane grinned. I stepped into his room. It was dim lit with big lava lamps in the corners, and black lights on the ceiling. "Have a seat," he motioned for me to sit in the chair next to his bed. "Where's Danny?" I asked, feeling very awkward. "He's gone to the store" he said. He packed the bong and then he started lighting the end and taking hits. I held my arms close, like hugging myself. The room felt weird, cold and dark. All the lava lamps were pretty weird too. "So how old are you anyways," Shane asked, getting a choker off his major hit. "I just turned 21," I said. "Oh, so you're about my little brother's age. You Slick and him are around the same age," he smiled. "Yes," I said. "How old are you?" He grinned in a really weird way as he said, "Oh I'm 24. I'll be 25 soon." He was wearing a tank top, exposing all his many tattoos on his muscled arms. I had heard stories about him. Christy was only 16 and she was his former girlfriend. Oh, that was so gross! "What a pervert!" I thought to myself, just like his Dad. There had been stories about his Dad cheating on the mom with younger girls too. Those two were so disgusting. And here I was sitting in his bedroom? What was I doing there? "Uhmm well I had better go now" I said. "Noooo no! Have a beer," he pulled out three cases of Heineken. "Look, I know Christian is hardly there for you anymore. You must get lonely at home, waiting up late for him all night long," he said in a soothing warm voice. I sipped down the beer slowly, listening to his voice. He was right, I did feel lonely most of the time. I hated it. Shane smiled, "Listen, I understand you. I know what you're going through. It's gonna be okay. I think you're so beautiful, and Christian doesn't appreciate you." I suddenly felt like I was melting like ice-cream, I hadn't been called beautiful by my husband since high school. Since we had been together married, all I had heard from his mouth was, "You're hot. Lets do it!" But Shane was calling me beautiful, it felt so good! I wanted to hear more of his words. I continued to sip down the beer until it became 6 beers somehow. On my 7th I started feeling so dizzy, "I-I d really better go," I stammered. "Have another bong hit," Shane insisted, handing it to me. I took one more then coughed so hard, I though I'd throw up. "Come sit next to me. Lets talk more," he said. I went over and sat next to him. He began to stroke my hair, "Wow I love your long hippy hair. Your never gonna cut it are you?" "No," I giggled. I hated when I got all giggly after taking several bong hits. He got up and turned on his CD player super loud, blazing out Death Metal. "Your so cute like this, like a little girl. Usually your such a bitch," he said. "Bitches need to be taught a lesson, but you ... I betcha have a real sweet tight lil pussy." My eyes widened, I couldn't believe what he'd just said. "I have to go now" I tried to say as I stood up and fell down. "No, let me help you up," he said as he helped me right back onto his bed. I had a beer in my hand as he got closer to me. His face was really close to mine. "So, what color are those nipples. Your one of those mulatto chicks right? So are they pink or brown or red? Let me see what they look like," he said. "No. No I don't want to," I tried to push him away from me. "Bet I can make em get really hard," he said. He shoved me on my back, and slid his tongue in my mouth. His breath tasted like Heineken and potent herb. I kicked my legs, hoping to kick his balls really hard. He moved up to lay directly on top of me. I couldn't move at all! "Oh god! What's happening?" I breathed, I felt completely suffocated from his body weight. He had too much muscle mass, and it felt like he was crushing my stomach. He pulled the front of my sun dress down and kissed my cleavage slowly with his tongue, then trailing down to my areolas. "Stop it! Get off me! Get off me please!" I was crying and trying to push him off. Every time I tried to push him his arms seemed to get stronger, and he started squeezing my entire body really hard until I stopped. I was so afraid now. His cold blue eyes stared into mine while he continued to explore my body. My flip-flops had fallen off. "I need to get my flip-flops," I used every excuse to get away. "Shhh" he kissed and licked underneath my breasts and then took his finger under my sun dress, and inside my panties. "Ouch!!!" I sobbed. He grinned, "It's tight and little!" "Get off me!" I screamed trying to punch at him he grabbed my wrists really tight until it hurt like hell. I wanted to rip the earrings out of his ears! "I want to make love to you ... the way your hubby won't" he whispered as he began to undo his belt and jeans, and pull out his long, white dick. Before I knew what was happening, he was inside me. The pain was really intense as he shoved it inside and out really hard. I felt myself cumming, and he continued to thrust. He pulled it out, and suddenly I could feel his licking my wet throbbing pussy. His fingers pinched my nipples as he kissed it delicately. His tongue probed inside my twat hole, I could feel his tongue ring rubbing all against it. He got on top of me and put his dick inside me again and began to drive it so good! He grabbed my shoulders really tight and began to pump harder and faster! I felt his dick beginning to get stiffer and swell inside my body! He was getting ready to cum! "No please! You'll could get me pregnant! Please!" I screamed. He ignored me and continued to pump it like there was no tomorrow. I felt him as he came inside me. "What if you got me pregnant?" I said weakly, I was a complete wreck inside. My heart was beating so fast. "Yea what if," he grinned. "You JERK!" I sobbed. He slowly licked my creamy white cum from his fingers... 5704 1.31/512345