A SUMMER OF FEAR
Summer sighed heavily. But she had enough sense to wait until her turned her back, before she to rolled her eyes.
“God,” her mom said, “I haven’t had a dream like that, since I was your age.”
Her mom closed her eyes, and smiled.
“It was so vivid,” she said, sighing. “And when I woke up this morning, I felt completely wore out, like I had been going at it for hours.”
Summer stuck out her tongue, and pointed at her mouth, gesturing that she was going to barf.
Her mother sighed again, and then said, “Back when I was still a virgin, I used to have all these wild dreams where a wolf would watch me undress, and then we’d…”
“J-J-Jesus mom!” Summer stammered. “T-T-Too much information.”
Her mom opened her eyes, and her face flushed.
“Sorry,” she said. “You’re right. That story’s a little too mature for you.”
God, even in her dreams, my mom is getting laid, Summer thought. While I remained untouchable and unfuckable.
“So are you going to be okay? Being alone with Martin?” Her mom asked. She appeared to be back in mom mode again. “You seemed pretty upset with him last night.”
“I-I-It will be f-f-fine,” Summer answered. “Go have your b-b-booty call.”
“Summer!” Her mom snapped. But a few seconds later she laughed, and shook her head. “Well, I guess you’re not wrong, though.”
Now, her mom pulled in her in for a hug. It was an awkward hug, as Summer towered over the older woman.
“Summer,” her mom said. “I don’t say it enough, but I really appreciate all the help. I know it’s been difficult with your dad leaving and Martin being here. But, I do love you honey, don’t ever forget that.”
Summer said nothing.
The sentiments were nice; but the effect was somewhat muted when she felt her mom’s hard nipples pressing against her chest.
Her mom pulled away.
“Martin’s fever has broken,” she said now. “So let him rest. If he wakes up, try to have him eat something.”
“But, if there are any problems, just call Joe’s cell phone, okay.”
God, would you just leave already, Summer thought.
Her mom must have read her mind.
“Bye honey,” her mom said now, kissing her daughter on the cheek.
Summer watched as her mother practically ran down the stairs, but she stopped and turned around at the bottom.
“Oh honey,” her mom called up. “If Martin wakes up, let him know that Emily called a couple of times. I’m sure he’d love to talk to her.”
Looking down, Summer slowly nodded.
“Love you,” her mom said, flashing a smile that made her look ten years younger.
Then she disappeared around the corner.
Summer sneered, and folded her arms across her flat chest.
“As if,” Summer said, quietly. “Like I’m r-r-really going to do any f-f-favors for that f-f-fat b-b-bitch.”
Summer heard the front door slam shut, and now she was alone—well except for her sleeping cousin in the room down the hall.
Summer felt a sudden buzzing in the back of her mind, and that compelled her to go check on her cousin.
A few seconds later, she stood in the doorway to Martin’s room.
Summer peered in.
It was dark, but she could see well enough.
The covers were wrapped haphazardly around him, with his hand sticking out of the top.
Some of the covers now slipped, exposing his bare chest.
She looked away, shaking her head, after staring just a little too long.
She entered, going to him, intending to straighten him out.
Summer grabbed the corner of the comforter, pulling it slightly, but then stopped when a sudden chill ran down her spine.
The chill came out of nowhere, but nonetheless felt biting—despite the thick fabric of her dress.
She always felt cold.
Too tall and too skinny were the reason.
Her dad had teased her about it, and she had laughed with him. But, the teasing didn’t hurt any less.
But this cold made her shiver, and now she had a sudden desire to crawl into Martin’s bed—not out of any sort of sexual desire, but instead to steal his warmth.
Summer pulled the blanket away, and stifled a cry.
His cock hung huge against his chest.
She stared at it in complete disbelief.
The chill in the room, temporarily forgotten, as her face burned red.
It was impossibly big—not even the guys in her stolen porn tape came close.
The shaft ran almost the entire length of his stomach, stopping just below his rib cage.
Summer gulped, despite her mouth feeling incredibly dry.
It throbbed, and thick puffy veins encircled the shaft.
Her eyes lingered, completely enthralled.
She licked her lips, and was dripping wet between her legs.
“Why not take it for a little test drive,” a voice told her. It sounded like it came from the back of her head.
She nodded slowly in response, and now reached out to touch him.
Her fingers barely fit around the shaft.
It felt hot, so hot, to the touch.
She let him go
Then swooned slightly, collapsing into a chair next to his bed.
A vivid fantasy invades her mind. It’s so vivid, in fact, that’s it’s like she is watching herself outside of her body.
In her mind’s eye, she sees herself reaching under her skirt, and pulling her panties down…
She steps out of them, and in one bold move straddles her cousin.
She’s fully engaged now, and without hesitation she reaches under herself, and guides him in.
She’s so wet that he slides right in, despite his massive length and girth.
But, she doesn’t escape completely unscathed, as she cums almost immediately.
It’s intense, so much more than when she plays with herself, and it leaves her wanting more.
She grinds her hips, writhing on top of him.
He’s so big.
And, he’s so deep—touching her in places that not even her long fingers can reach.
She cries and whimpers, as the head of his cock slices its way in and out of her.
Her pussy, though, is a greedy thing, and spurs her on, pushing him in deeper—increasing the pain.
Then an explosion of pure bliss, so pleasurable that it leaves her shaking. But still she wants more.
The cycle repeats.
Her hips grind on top of him, pushing him in, great pain, followed by immense pleasure.
She loses count of the number of times he makes her cum, but it’s enough that she knows what gets her off.
He’s worn her out, and yet she can’t get enough.
Her eyes drift to the window, and to her surprise it’s already night—they’ve been doing this for hours.
Her eyes drift back to him, and she gasps.
Her face flushes red with embarrassment.
She hardly knows what to say.
Suddenly, she lets out a startled cry, as another orgasm tears through her body—she hasn’t stopped fucking him. And, God help her, she couldn’t stop even if she wanted to.
He sits up, a smug little smile on his face.
He pulls her close.
She is nothing more than putty in his arms.
He whispers something in ear.
She’s not sure what, but her head eagerly nods in response.
He throws her violently down on the bed, and then shows her what a man can do.
She screams, as he thrusts into her.
He’s so strong, so powerful that it leaves her weak and helpless.
Her own efforts almost seem clumsy now, at least compared to him.
His movements are precise, like a surgeon, and he is relentless.
His sole focus is to get himself off, and she is merely the instrument to that end.
And she loves it.
Loves being his plaything.
Loves surrendering to him.
It turns her on, how little he cares about her.
He violently grabs her now, his fingers digging into her hips.
She cries out, as his cum floods her insides.
He hold her tight, and continues to cum.
There’s so much that it makes her wonders if he’ll ever stop; but prays he doesn’t because it feels so good.
But he does stop, and pulls free of her.
She feels strange, though.
It not like it was before, pain followed by pleasure.
There’s only pain now, and her entire body feels like it’s on fire.
She wants to scream, but it hurts, it hurts so much.
Her body twists, bones break, skin stretches.
But as sudden as her torment begins, it dramatically ends, and the orgasm that follows is mind blowing.
And, mind and body ache for more.
She sits up.
Her dress hangs in loose tatters around her, almost like shedded skin.
She is a changed woman.
Her breasts heave, and her breasts are now big and mountainous.
Her hips too have grown, and curve almost in the shape of a heart.
She is the woman, she was always meant to be.
But the change has driven her mad, and she loses herself in him.
She is but an extension of him, to do with as he pleases—she is his bride and his whore.
Her cupid bow lips pull back into a smile, as she opens her legs for him, so he can again steal her innocence…
Back in the real world, Summer lets out a startled cry, as if waking up from a nightmare.
“No,” she cried, and repeats it a few seconds later.
However, the vivid fantasy still lingers in her mind, tormenting her.
“Not l-l-like that,” she whimpers. “Not l-l-like that.”
Tears in her eyes, she gets up from the chair, and runs out of the room.
TO BE CONTINUED...