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Archive name: forbid2.txt (MF, intr, rp)
Authors name: Yellow Girl (falllllen_angel@yahoo.com)
Story title : Forbidden Sex II

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Forbidden Sex II
by Yellow Girl (falllllen_angel@yahoo.com)

***

My husband Blaine and his friend Sean continued to hang 
out together. Sean and I decided that it was not a good 
idea to tell anyone about it what happened that one 
night. I'm not sure what happened to our agreement. 
(MF, intr, rp)

***

On this one particular afternoon in May...

My husband Blaine and I were over at Sean's house. We 
were all up in his room laughing and taking bong hits. 
I wanted to go to the kitchen for munchies. I closed 
Sean'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 Sean's 
older brother Mark 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 rather get 
completely buzzed and smash up stuff... he wasn't 
mellow like his younger brother Sean at all. Instead of 
listening to Pink Floyd and Grateful Dead, he'd rather 
blast DeathMetal music or something.

"So your Blaine's lil wifey," he said.

"Yea," I reached on 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 
uncomfortable and tried to hide behind the bag of 
chips....

"Where's your girlfriend Christie?" I asked. I tried to 
bring her up so that he would maybe stop staring so 
hard at my body and saying rude stuff like 'nice ass'.

"We broke up," he said.

"Oh," I slowly started walking towards the doorway.

I went back into the bedroom.

"Hey, wanna beer?" he asked.

"Uhhhh no thanks," I kept walking.

He walked over in front of me and his face got closer 
and closer like he was gonna kiss me or something.

"Hey no thanks! You know I'm married," I said.

"Yea well, you sure don't act like it. Not from what I 
heard," he grinned. He grinned like his brother Sean, 
but Mark's eyes were like cold icy blue, kinda scary. I 
didn't like looking into them.

"LOOK! I don't know what you heard but go away," I 
said.

He grabbed my arm, "Wow your such a Bitch!"

I really thought he was a pig now. I went back in the 
room with Blaine and Sean, and sat on the bed with 
them.

"What's wrong?" Sean asked.

"Your brother's a lame pig," I said, tearing open the 
bag of chips. Blaine and Sean started laughing "BUXX 
KILL!"

We stayed there for most of the day, then went home.

Back at Blaine's parents house, the phone rang, it was 
MARK.

"Yeah? What do you want?" I asked.

"Is Slick home?" Mark 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.

Blaine 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. We 
rarely even had sex anymore, and when we did... it 
sucked most of the time. I missed that time that Sean 
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 Mark again.

"Yea well why would I want to. You're a rude ass!" I 
said.

"Well come on, its some good stuff," he said. I wasn't 
too sure about this. Mark 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 
Christie. But everyone said she was making it up. And 
he was Sean's brother so...how bad could he be? I was 
bored. It was getting later and later, and Blaine still 
wasn't home.

I stood at the back sliding door reluctant to knock. 
The door slid open "Oh hey! Come on in," Mark 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 Sean?" I asked, feeling very awkward.

"He's gone to the store right now," 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 and dark. All the lava 
lamps were pretty weird too. 

"So how old are you anyways," Mark 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 
Blaine and him are around the same age," he smiled.

"Yea," 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 tattoos on his muscled arms.

I had heard stories about him. Christie 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," I said.

"Noooo no! Have a beer," he pulled out three cases of 
Heineken.

"Look, I know Blaine 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. 

Mark smiled, "Listen, I understand you. I know what 
you're going through. It's gonna be okay. I think 
you're so beautiful, and Blaine doesn't appreciate 
you."

I felt my eyes tearing up, 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 Mark 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 better go," I 
stammered.

"Have another bong hit," Mark 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 DeathMetal.

"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 betchya have a real sweet tight 
lil pussy."

My eyes widened, I couldn't believe what he just said.

"I have to go," 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? 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 back away 
from me.

"Bet I can make em 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 sundress 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 got 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 sundress, 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 man doesn't 
do" 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 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 licked my cum from his fingers...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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