TABOO MEGA BUNDLE: Wet & Ready (40 Hot Short Stories, First Time, Menage and More!)

by Olivia R. Gasm

  “Mmm, Brandon.” I gasped.

  His arms wrapped around my buttocks and lifted me up into the air. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips, holding on tightly.

  He carried me back towards the car and set me down with my back against the metallic hood. It felt warm from the sun, but not hot. At least not as hot as I felt. My cheeks were warm and red hot; a flush rising from my cheeks and spreading onto my neck and chest.

  Brandon forced himself in between my knees and pried my legs apart, his cock resting against my wet pussy. His stiff cock felt like a rock being pressed against me; he was so hard. And it’s all for me, I thought and bit my lip excitedly.

  I reached my hands up and fumbled with the zipper and button of his jeans. They slipped down over his hips and he kicked them aside while my hand brushed over the thick stiffness in his pants. It felt like he was holding back a baseball bat behind those boxers.

  “Take off your boxers and let me see your cock,” I said and leaned back on the hood of the car, smirking.

  “Only if you take it in your mouth afterwards.” Brandon said and looked at me deviously.

  “Deal.” I said quickly, which caused Brandon’s eyebrows to shoot up high.

  “Wow, I didn’t actually think you’d say yes.” He confessed.

  “Please,” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t back down from a challenge.”

  “Okay then,” Brandon grinned while he pulled his boxers down and lifted out his monster cock. It was huge—as thick as my forearm, and as long as that, too.

  “Oh my God!” I blurted out and shook my head. “Wow… It’s even bigger than I thought!”

  I sat up on the hood of the car and reached my hand towards his cock, wrapping my fingers around his shaft. I gave it a few gentle strokes up and down, feeling him throb and pulsate against the palm of my hand. Just feeling how hard he was made me feel hot allover.

  “Your turn.” Brandon whispered.

  I looked up at him with a grin and slipped off the car. Kneeling down in the sand in front of him, I kept my fingers around his cock and slowly leaned in with my lips parted.

  The moment that his cock entered my mouth and hit my tongue, I could taste the salty tang of pre–cum. He tasted extremely fresh and clean, but I could barely fit him inside my mouth. His thickness stretched my lips, and sucking him without grazing my teeth against his skin turned out to be harder than I thought.

  “Oh yeah, Corrinne…” Brandon moaned when I slipped my lips all the way down his shaft. His cock pressed against the opening of my throat, threatening to slip down. I held back a gag and slowly pulled back.

  I wrapped my hand back around the base of his cock and pulled his foreskin up and down slowly. Meanwhile, my lips wrapped tightly around the head of his cock and licked and sucked it gently. My tongue went around in circles and flicked his tip, causing him to flinch and grunt pleasurably.

  He wrapped his hand around my head and stroked my hair softly. When I sped up and sucked him faster, his strokes became harder and less gentle while his moans became louder. The sounds of his pleasure was like music to my ears, and only motivated me to suck harder.

  After a few minutes my jaw started to ache and I pulled away, giving him a hand job while I rested my mouth.

  “My God, Corrinne,” Brandon said between deep breaths. He was panting by now, and his face was covered in a thin layer of sweat. “You’re going to make me cum way too fast.”

  “Is that so bad?” I asked with a playful smirk.

  “No…” Brandon answered and licked his lips. “But I don’t want to cum in your mouth. I want to cum inside of you.”

  With my heart pounding in my chest, I rose back to my feet. Brandon picked me up and set me back down on the hood of the car, pressing his erect cock against my pubic mound. His arms reached around my back and rested against my lower back, holding me in a sitting positon.

  “Oh Brandon…” I moaned.

  “You want this?” He asked and pressed his cock against me.

  “Mm,” I nodded softly and bit my lip. “Fuck me hard, daddy!”

  His hand slipped in between my legs and pulled my wet panties down over my legs, dropping the fabric on the ground between us. He hiked up my skirt over my stomach and touched my wet folds with his gentle fingers, causing me to moan and gasp with pleasure. My pussy was swollen and sensitive, and even the faintest touch felt like an explosion had gone off deep inside of me.

  He placed his cock against my entrance and thrust forward, spreading my walls wide apart with his thickness. I screamed out in pleasure, feeling my legs shake beneath me. I wrapped them around Brandon’s waist and clamped on tightly, barely able to contain my joy.

  “Shhh, Corri.” He whispered and leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine to silence me.

  He thrust gently into me while our wet lips smacked against each other passionately and tenderly. His teeth wrapped around my bottom lip and bit down gently, causing me to let out a faint whimper. My hands were on his back, firmly gripping his shirt as my fingers tensed up.

  Each time that his cock thrust into me, hard and fast, his thick shaft rubbed against my swollen clit. The constant stimulation was causing a stirring deep inside of me. He’d barely thrust into me a dozen times yet, and I was already close to orgasming.

  His lips pulled away from mine and moved downwards, kissing my chin, neck and chest. He took my nipple in my mouth and teased it; sucking and biting down carefully. I threw my head back, spreading my hair all over the hot hood of the car.

  “I’m so close, Brandon,” I moaned loudly.

  “Me too!” He said between pants. His breathing was sharp and shallow, but his strokes were deep and fast.

  His cock swell inside of me, spreading my walls apart even further. I held my breath and felt myself fall over the edge into a pool of intense pleasure. Wave after wave of enjoyment washed over me, causing my muscles to tense up and my body to go completely numb. I felt as if I was flying. My pussy clenched tightly around Brandon’s cock, causing him to let out loud gasps of pleasure.

  Immediately afterwards, I felt his cock erupt inside of me. It throbbed and pulsated pleasantly as he pumped load of fertile seed deep into my channel, coating my inner wall and cervix.

  It wasn’t until now that I realized that we should have used protection. Then again, should wasn’t the right word to use, because was it really so bad if Brandon made me pregnant? He was handsome and intelligent, and there was no doubt in my mind that he’d be a good father. A part of me secretly hoped that his seed would now impregnate me; that our future child was swimming around inside of me right now.

  Brandon collapsed on top of me, nuzzling my neck with his face. He felt heavy, but not so heavy that I was uncomfortable. If anything, his body pressed against mine was comforting. After all, we’d just been closer than we ever could be.

  The deep, pulsating pleasure inside of me slowly subsided and faded away until it was just a faint tingling in my quivering pussy. My bottom lip was shivering and my body was dripping with sweat, just like Brandon’s.

  “I’m so warm.” Brandon mumbled into my ear. “Are you warm?”

  I looked up to meet his eyes, but they were closed. “Mmm,” I said and nodded agreeably. “Maybe fucking right underneath the afternoon sun wasn’t such a good idea.”

  “I thought it was a great idea.” Brandon intercepted with a chuckle. “Well, the fucking part at least.”

  “Me too.” I said and giggled. “Let’s do it somewhere more… kinky next time.”

  Brandon opened his eyes and looked at me. “Kinky?” He asked. “Like where?”

  I looked at him for a moment, biting my lip. He’d insinuated that he wanted me more than my mother, but was he willing to prove it? Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled his head closer and placed my lips beside his ear.

  “In your and mom’s bed.”

  * * *

  Hard Treat for Princess

  I rolled onto my si
de on top of the bed, holding my phone in my hand. My misty eyes rested quietly on the screen. It was a late Friday afternoon, and evening was approaching quickly. Soon there wouldn’t be any time for me and my boyfriend Alex to go out like we’d planned. I was starting to wonder if it was going to happen at all.

  I’d been texting him throughout the day, telling him things like, what I was doing and how much I was looking forward to tonight, but I was yet to receive a response. Maybe he’s busy, I thought and sighed softly. Maybe he got tied up doing something more important.

  A part of me wanted to call his number and ask him if he’d changed his mind and would rather stay home, but I didn’t want to bother him by dialing his phone. We’d only been going out for a couple of weeks, so he might think I was being needy…

  My eyes glanced at the dresser in my room. A white plastic bag had been lazily thrown on top of it, and inside there was a pair of blue and black panties with a matching, frilly bra—both in my size. I’d bought them earlier this afternoon, thinking I had time to spare before my date with Alex. Turns out, I had no reason to stress.

  I didn’t buy it because I was planning to give my virginity to Alex; I wasn’t even ready for that yet. But that didn’t mean that we couldn’t have some innocent fun in our underwear! If it did come to that, I wanted to look my best. And if it didn’t, well… at least I had some new pretty undies.

  Suddenly I had an idea. Whatever Alex was doing, I’m sure he wouldn’t say no to some frisky pictures sent by his girlfriend!

  I left the comfort of the bed and walked up to the dresser and pulled my new clothes out of the bag. Turning towards the mirror, I held the bra and panties up in front of my body and observed my reflection. My face looked rosy and coy, much like how I felt on the inside.

  For some reason, just the thought of putting these sexy clothes on was making me feel shy. I was used to wearing clothes that were comfortable, caring little for how flattering they were. That, and my stepfather might walk in any moment and catch me taking photos of my half–naked body! Now that would be a disaster.

  Slowly, I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor beside me. I did the same with the bra that I was already wearing, and my jeans and socks. My skin felt hot to the touch when I wrapped the bra around my chest and fastened it. It was a perfect fit; lifting my breasts and pushing them together gently. They looked several sizes larger already!

  Lastly, I pulled off my plain black panties and replaced them with the low–cut blue ones that I’d bought this afternoon. But there was still something missing, I thought as I looked myself over in the mirror.

  My arm reached up around my head and pulled the hair tie out of my hair, letting it drape over my bare back and shoulders. That’s so much better, I thought and smiled softly to myself.

  I could hardly turn my eyes away from the mirror. In just a few minutes, I’d gone from a boring, everyday girl to someone that boys might actually want to talk to. And maybe other things, too… Surely Alex can’t say no to this! I thought and grabbed my phone from the bed.

  I didn’t know how to pose, but I did know that I didn’t want to give everything away immediately. I decided to press my breasts together and take a quick teaser photo of just my face, hair and cleavage. It was a good photo, I thought. It was too bad you couldn’t have profile photos like that on Fakebook, because I felt tempted to upload it.

  Feeling my heart pounding in my chest, I sent the photo to Alex and typed a quick text message to go along with it.

  Do you like my new bra? I was saving it for tonight, but I got excited! ;)

  I sat down on the bed to wait for a response. I didn’t have to wait long; less than thirty seconds later, my phone vibrated in my hand. I unlocked it and saw a message from Alex. Finally, he’d responded to me!

  Hell yeah I do! Got more? He wrote.

  I giggled and twirled a strand of hair around my fingertip. Maybe, I wrote back. But wouldn’t you rather come over and see for yourself?

  The thought of having Alex come over and undress me himself made my body tingle, and I felt a wave of heat wash over my body. I’d never been touched by a man before—at least not in that way. I didn’t consider myself a prude, but at the very least I was inexperienced.

  My phone vibrated in my pocket again.

  No thanks, I’m good. Sooo… are you sending more pics?

  I sighed quietly and put my phone down on the bedcover. If Alex even remembered that we’d made plans tonight, he didn’t seem like he wanted to go. In fact, he didn’t seem to be interested in me at all… Was he only interested in my body?

  I regretted sending him a picture at all.

  My eyes felt misty and, without even bothering to type a response, I threw my phone onto the duvet and got out of the bed. I didn’t want to talk to Alex anymore, especially since he didn’t want to talk to me, so I was going to head downstairs instead.

  Before leaving my room, I put my jeans back on and pulled a gray cardigan over my head.

  The TV in the living room was on, and my stepfather Jackson was listening to it with half an ear while ironing his suit—wearing nothing but a pair of loose–fitting, gray slack pants. My heart skipped a beat when my eyes wandered over his bare body.

  His tall, muscular body was glistening, and when I stepped into the room I could tell why. The air had a strong scent of man and musk, like sweat, but it wasn’t a bad smell. It smelled nice and natural, like a camp fire.

  I sniffed the air for a few seconds before walking through the doorway into the living room. My eyes were pulled towards Jackson’s bare, muscular back, and I had to force myself to look up.

  “Hey,” I said and plopped down on the sofa with a smile on my face. I felt much better now that I was out of my room. Talking to Alex made me feel smothered and self–conscious. “What are you doing?”

  Jackson turned his head and smiled one of his wide, toothy grin at me. “Hey you!” He chirped. “I’m just straightening up my suit a little bit. The owner wanted to see me tomorrow morning, so I wanted to look my best.”

  “The owner, huh?” I said and raised my eyebrow. “Good news or bad?”

  Jackson smiled again. “The former.” He said and turned back to the ironing board. “I landed a huge deal—and I mean really, really huge—and it couldn’t have happened without me.”

  “How big?!” I asked eagerly. “And how were you able to convince the client?”

  There was a sly, but proud grin on Jackson’s face. I could see it even though he was half–turned away. He shrugged faintly. “I suppose she couldn’t resist my charm.” He said coyly.

  “Oh, it was a she,” I said and giggled. “That explains it…”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” Jackson asked. His tone wasn’t offended, just curious.

  Jackson wasn’t only charismatic, but he was handsome too. He was tall and well–built, with a wide jaw and piercing green eyes. He had thick, dark blonde hair that he combed back every morning to keep it under control.

  He’d just been exercising, and his hair was like a messy bird’s nest sitting on top of his head. Combined with his friendly smile and dimples, I thought it made him look cute—well, as cute as anyone with huge muscles and a hairy chest can be. It was safe to assume that any woman would think the same, I thought.

  Now that he asked, I realized that maybe I shouldn’t have pointed it out. After all, I was his stepdaughter, and it might be considered inappropriate for me to look at him like that. Still, I couldn’t help myself…

  Biting my lip nervously, I turned my head up and noticed that Jackson was looking at me. His head was cocked slightly to the side, and his bright eyes were looking straight into mine.

  “Oh, you know…” I mumbled, feeling my cheeks burn red.

  Jackson grinned and raised his brow. “No, I don’t. Tell me! What is it?”

  “I just meant that, you know, women might think that you look pretty… sexy.”

  Jackson’s eyes lit up. “And
you’re basing this on… your own opinion?”

  He turned around with a grin on his face and plugged the iron out of the wall. It was steaming hot—just like my red cheeks. For a moment, I didn’t know quite what to say. He was absolutely right, of course, but could I admit that? A part of me wanted to do it, just to find out what would happen. Another part of me felt like it might change things between us if I did.

  “Yes, actually.” I said and sat up straight in the sofa. My eyes were fixated on Jackson, and he looked back equally intensely. “That’s exactly what I meant. I think you’re hot as fuck, and I’m sure that lady thought the same thing.”

  “I’m flattered.” Jackson smiled and crossed his arms over his naked chest. His eyes wandered up and down my body, resting slightly too long on the peaks sticking out of my cardigan.

  This wasn’t an innocent stepdaughter–stepfather conversation anymore, and we both knew it.

  I stood up slowly and walked towards Jackson. My hand reached out and brushed against his hairy chest—carefully at first, but then confidently when he didn’t pull away.

  “Do you know what my favorite part of your body is?” I asked in a whisper.

  Jackson let his hands fall to his sides and licked his lips. “No…” He mumbled back. “What is it?”

  My hand slid down across his chest and stroked the bulge in his crotch. He was huge, and it showed so well through his loose pants. He tensed up when I touched his cock, which was hard and stiff like a boulder.

  “This.” I said and glanced up into his eyes. My teeth wrapped around my bottom lip and bit down gently. I was incredibly aroused. My panties felt like I’d just gone for a swim, and my skin was rosy and red. I wasn’t embarrassed anymore, just… horny.

  “Kelly… We shouldn’t be doing this,” Jackson said suddenly. “Your mother could be home any minute.”

  “I don’t care.” I said with a shrug. “Besides, she has a meeting after work. It’s just you and me… daddy.” I added with a wink.

  The look in Jackson’s eyes changed. His eyes shrunk and his lips curled into a small, devious smile. It was as if a switch had been turned off—or maybe on. His hands reached down and grabbed either side of my cardigan and pulled them apart, causing the buttons to fly all over the room as the shirt broke open.