Thursday, June 17, 2010

Forbidden Fruit

Warning: this piece contains adult content. If this is not up your alley, please do not proceed any further.





BEEP BEEP BEEP!


He wrenched his arm out from under the pillow and groped blindly for alarm clock on his bedside table, desperately trying to find the snooze button, which had already been broken and damaged several times to silence the infernal sound. He hated mornings. 6.00 was far too early for any sane human being to wake up and to hi, nothing worthwhile ever happened during the daytime. After his once-more unsuccessful routine search for the snooze button he gave up, instead opting to yank that blasted alarm clock from its’ socket, curl it into a ball and fling it across his room where it hit the wall, broke in half and fell into a pile of dirt-encrusted socks lying on the beige carpet. Satisfied, he slumped back into his fluffy white doona and enjoyed the silence of the morning, which didn’t last long when you had a mother who was punctual to the very last digit.

“Marshall!! Are you awake?”

The noise was so sharp and deafening that it made him jump up in his bed and bang his head on the bedpost in the process. He cursed under his breath and rubbed his temple, almost wishing he was listening to the relentless beeping of the deceased alarm clock instead. His door suddenly swung open.

“Marshall! What are you still doing in bed?? It’s 6:05 already!!”

He grudgingly pulled the doona off his body and swung his legs out to the side of his bed.

“Mum please, don’t scream so loudly. I haven’t even fully woken up yet.”

She walked across the room to open the window and let some light in and frowned at the broken alarm clock lying in a messy heap of wires and circuits.

“Oh Marshall. That’s the third alarm you’ve broken this month. How many times are you going to do this?” she said disapprovingly as she picked up the smashed pieces. “And these socks? Honestly, you’d think a barnyard animal lived in here!”

Marshall ran a hand through his messy blond hair and rubbed his eyes while his mother frantically tried to grab as many dirty socks as she could from the gigantic pile on the floor. She had a voice that was annoying enough to make dead people wish they could decay and turn to dust faster. Sometimes he wished she had a knob at the back of her head so he could turn down her volume whenever he wanted. Or a remote control so he could just switch her off completely.

“Marshall!!” Her voice cut through his thoughts like a machete. “Hurry up and get ready! You’ll be late for school.”

He watched her scurry out of the room, her hands full of dirty clothes, then shook his head and reluctantly threw off the comfortable doona so he could get out of his bed and go to the bathroom. He studied his impossibly freckled face in the mirror and scowled. He was going to be sixteen in a week but he looked like he was still twelve. There were so many beautiful girls in his school but all they ever did was pinch his cheeks and tell him how cute he was before they walked away. He’d much rather they slapped his butt cheeks and tell him how naughty he was. Preferably with a wooden spoon or their bare hands. The thought of it made him grin. That would make a great birthday present.

“Marshall! Come down for breakfast!!”

He scowled again as he fought with his school tie. He never ate breakfast, mainly because he didn’t like breakfast foods. Toast was hard and crunchy. Eggs were squishy and smelt funny. Cereal tasted like wet cardboard and he couldn’t stand fresh fruit ever since he found a giant worm in an apple he tried to eat once when he was little. There was only one breakfast food that could arouse his senses.

“We’re having pancakes!!”

He was dressed and downstairs in two minutes. He pulled out a plate from the shelf, grabbed three pancakes from the stack his mother had made and sat down at the table. He added a big chunk of butter, helped himself to a generous serving of syrup, then got a fork and began to devour his meal.

“Easy, Marshall! Leave some for us!”

“Oooohh pancakes!!” squealed Lucy, his older sister as she came skipping down the stairs in her uniform and school bag in hand. “You better make some extra Mum,” he quipped, looking pointedly at Marshall as she served herself two pancakes from the stack.

“Don’t bother Mum. She’s just gonna throw it up later anyway,” he shot back with a scowl. Lucy just giggled and started on her breakfast.

“Stop it, you two!” said their mother as she downed a large black coffee.

“Alright kids, I’m off. Please clean up after you finish. Don’t take too long or you’ll miss the bus.” She picked up her keys and briefcase, kissed them both goodbye and ran to her car.

“Hurry up, you weirdo,” Lucy teased as she put the dishes in the dishwasher. “The bus is in fifteen minutes.”

Both of them grabbed their bag packs, locked the door and headed to the bus stop down the road. They walked silently together, Lucy admiring her reflection in a compact mirror and Marshall admiring her. Ever since he hit puberty, he’d been having dreams about her almost every night. The kind of dreams that get you hard when you’re asleep and wet when you wake up. He would lie in bed and imagine Lucy was kneeling above him in a thin white nightgown with her curly brown hair loosely hanging around her beautiful angelic face. He imagined her slowly lifting the bottom of the nightgown and revealing her smooth, hairless clit, allowing him to insert his fingers into her lips and gently fondle her wetness. She’d then throw her head back and moan with pleasure, causing his cock to harden instantly.

He watched her take a step into the school bus and sit down next to her friend. He took a seat in the next in the next row so he could watch her. Every movement she made was so graceful and sensual. He always wondered what she looked like naked. He had so many questions about girls and sex and the disturbing yet highly erotic dreams he had every night, but there was nobody to ask. Ever since his father left them to pursue an affair with a woman nearly twenty years his junior, life had been difficult for his mother, who worked extra hours just to support him and his sister as well as all the expenses of the house. He never could talk to her about this sort of thing lest she pass out cold on the floor. He didn’t see any problem with lusting after his sister, but there was no way he’d ever have a chance with someone as gorgeous as her. He watched her skip off the bus and join her group of friends on the school courtyard. He stood in a corner and admired her for a few more minutes until the school bell rang. He sighed. Here goes another unproductive day in hell.

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“Alright ladies and gentlemen! Please take the dodge balls and nets back to the storage room before you leave, thank you.”

Finally, he thought. He could get out of this hellhole and since he had no friends to hold him back, he could be the first one on the bus home. He hated a lot of things about school, but his most hated class was PE. He hated anything that required him to chase after a ball or sun with a stick or perform any other such unnecessary physical activity that caused great bodily strain. Thursday afternoon activities meant that the whole damn bus would be filled with body odour. He scurried down the aisle when he tripped over someone’s extended leg and fell flat on his face.

“Nice move, Snotface!” jeered a bunch of boys in football jerseys as they laughed maniacally at him.

“Fuck off Jim,” Marshall shot back as he grabbed his bag and sat at the back of the bus, his face red with humiliation. One day he was gonna get back at those boys. He jumped off the bus, got out his keys and opened the door to his house, where he dumped his bag on the floor and flopped down on the kitchen table. He helped himself to a glass of juice from the fridge and looked at the clock. 3.30. His mother wouldn’t be home for another three hours, which gave him enough time to play with his Xbox before starting on his homework. Just then, the door swung open and in breezed Lucy.

“Hey Marshall!” she greeted him warmly as she tossed her school bag near the stairs. “Wow, I am so beat! Coach really killed us in training today!”

Marshall shook his head. Lucy was the only athletic member in the family. She was on the school lacrosse team and she was really good at it too. Her team won the National Championships two years in a row, which would explain her lean athletic figure and constant energy levels. He watched her remove her scrunchie and shake her hair free, which clung to her sweaty, glistening neck. He could feel the goosebumps rising on his skin.

“Hey I’m just gonna grab a quick shower before Mum gets home, ok?” said Lucy before skipping up the stairs. He waited a few minutes, gulped down his juice, then quietly tiptoed upstairs and crouched just outside the bathroom door. He removed the hanging smiley face on the door to reveal a tiny hole drilled right through to the other side. Peering through the hole, he could see Lucy unbuttoning her school shirt and pulling it off her hot, sweaty body and admiring her perfect abs in the mirror. She then slowly removed her black lacy bra and caressed her smooth, white breasts while watching her reflection in the mirror. Marshall reached down to grab his erect organ in his hand and stroke it, matching the speed of his movements to hers. He could only imagine what it would feel like to take those perfectly erect nipples in his mouth and suck them hard, like a newborn hungry for its’ mothers milk. He watched her with a transfixed gaze as she pulled her blue shorts off and stood in just her sheer pink underwear with roses all over it. He quickened his pace, stroking himself rapidly as he watched her slowly pull her shiny pink panties down her perfectly sculpted legs and delicately toss them onto the tiled floor, his hand working at a thousand miles per second. He could feel the passion building rapidly inside him as he watched her part her legs slightly from behind, giving him a tiny rear view of her tiny pink clit and the fine hairs that adorned it. The sight of her gorgeous round peach-coloured ass was enough to make him squirt his juice all over his hand. He leant against the door to catch his breath for a minute before looking through the peephole again but she was already behind the shower door enjoying the warm water splashing on her skin. He dragged himself back over to his room to clean up, his hands trembling from all the excitement. He was gonna need a good two hours on the Xbox before he could really concentrate on his homework. He sighed as he picked up the controls to set up his favourite game. She was the only thing he ever wanted but could never ever dream of having. And that sucked.

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Today was an important day for Marshall. He finally turned 16 but nothing about him had changed. He still looked like a freckled 12 year old, he still had a rotten day in school and he was still invisible to all the beautiful girls, especially Lucy. To top it all off, he had to sit through a painfully brutal birthday party consisting of his mother, his uncle, his father – who brought his seemingly underage girlfriend with him- and his grandmother. In other words, it made him feel more suicidal than joyful.

“Hey Marshall! You’re looking a little skinny there. What’re they feeding you?”

“Hey Marsh, you’re sixteen now! How about getting a girlfriend?”

“Why don’t you lend him yours, Gerald? They’re practically the same age!”

“Don’t start with me, Mum!”

This was always the main topic of conversation at every Christmas, Easter and birthday party for as long as he could remember. He gulped down his cannelloni and pretended to make small talk with his uncle while he watched Lucy help his mum in the kitchen. She was clad in a short, purple figure-hugging dress with a low neckline and her hair was tied up in a French twist. She looked so elegant and so poised yet there was something so dark and sensual about her.

“Alright everybody! Gather around for cake!”

He just stood there awkwardly and watched his family sing Happy Birthday to him in that clich├ęd, obnoxious, off-key manner, with a big fake smile plastered on his face. He stared at the big, spongy, caramel-and-cream atrocity that was his cake with sixteen candles sticking out of it. He didn’t think his family thought very much of him. They were probably pretending to praise him just to keep his spirits up, like he was this pitiful creature. He ate sparingly from the slice of cake on his plate while he watched everyone else gobble down theirs. His dad got bits of cream stuck in his moustache. What a pig he was. He then looked at Lucy, who had just popped a piece of cake into her mouth when her eyes met his. Smiling seductively, she scooped up a tiny bit of cream with her finger and licked it, letting her tongue run slowly around the cream before capturing it with her shiny pink lips. Marshall gulped. She was teasing him on purpose right in the middle of a family party. She then put her plate down and walked to the stairs, fixing him with a look before she sauntered upstairs. Marshall could feel his heart thudding in his chest. He excused himself brusquely and ran up the stairs to Lucy’s room, where the door was left slightly ajar. He pushed it open slowly and saw her sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for him. He gasped.

“What took you so long?” she asked him coyly.

Marshall just stood there speechless. He watched her remove her hairclip and shake her curly brown hair free. She then got up and walked over to Marshall, who promptly shut the door behind him with his foot, put her arms around him and kissed him, sensually and delicately. He put his hands on her round curvaceous ass and pulled her closer so as to rub his arousal against her. She moaned.

“Are you hard?” he whispered.

“Yes, very hard,” he replied.

She stuck her tongue into his mouth to caress his tongue.

“Did you enjoy watching me in the shower?”

He nibbled on her bottom lip. “Oh yes, very much.”

She chuckled quietly. “Let me help you with that.”

Marshall watched in awe as Lucy got down on her knees and unzipped his jeans. This was the moment he had been dreaming off all his life.

“Marshall!! Honey, are you upstairs?”

He just watched Lucy wrestle his hardness from his pants and gently caress it in her hands. She looked straight into his eyes as she ran her tongue smoothly around the tip of his hard cock, making him moan loudly. She slid her tongue further up and down his shaft before taking the whole thing into her mouth.

“Marshall!! Where are you?”

He moaned loudly as he watched her take his cock further down her throat. She was awfully good. She must have had plenty of experience, he thought. He could feel himself close to the edge. He was just about to come when Lucy pulled her mouth off his cock and covered it with her hand. “Not just yet,” she said quietly.

He watched her stand up and remove her tight purple dress and toss it to the ground, revealing her perfectly smooth breasts. She then slipped off her blue cotton panties and laid back on the edge of the bed. Then just like in his dream, her parted her legs open to reveal her glistening wet clit, which was adorned with a few brown curlies, but he didn’t care about that. It looked beautiful.

“Do you want me?” she whispered under her breath.

“Yes,” came his whispered reply.

He walked towards the bed and knelt down between her legs. He ran a finger down her wet labia and watched her shiver with passion while her nipples became erect. This was real. After years of dreaming and fantasizing, he was finally getting what he wanted. Nothing could ever ruin this night.

“Marshall!!”

Not even his interfering mother.

His breathing became heavier and more intense. She spread her legs even wider to allow him better access to her goodies.
“Oh Marshall, I almost forgot.” She sat up and brought her face closer to his. “Happy Birthday,” she purred into his ear.

He grinned. This was going to be the best birthday present yet.

6 comments:

  1. Marvellous. Hope this finds you well I so enjoyed reading this and glad to be back reading your words

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  2. Looking for more of your blogs so missing them and hearing from you.

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  3. this is October already! has he cum yet? or more importantly, has she?

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  4. I had to look to find out who you were after talking to you on FB, and I found a comment you left on my blog last year. Now I remember hahaha! Love the story, so disturbing and realistic, I loved it. You are amazing and should write more.

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  6. High, girl!
    While I realize my penname is quite morbid, yet,
    you shall find in our blogs a gobba (subliminal) moxie
    which has taken this mortal sinner yeeeeers to compile:
    I lay it ALL out for you, dear - neet-o, packaged, concise
    (gotta lotta poetry, too).

    Nevertheless, wouldn’t ya love an endless eternity
    of aplomBombs falling on thy indelible cranium?
    An XtraXcitinXpose with no
    zooillogical-expiration-date,
    with an IQ much higher than K2,
    and an extraordinarily, anti-establishment victory??
    Here’s what the exquisite, prolific GODy sed
    (with an excellent bullshot detector):

    “Faith, hope, and love,
    the greatest of these is love -
    jump into faith...
    and you'll see with love”
    Doesn’t matter if you don’t believe (what I write);
    God believes in you.

    Meet me Upstairs, girl, where the Son never goes down
    from a passionate, prolific iconoclasm where you’ll find
    nonillionsXnonillionsXnonillionsXnonillionsX… of
    deluxe-HTTP [<- pi] opportunities for excitement BTW.

    Do it. Do the deed, dude. Sign into the Big House.

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