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

by Olivia R. Gasm

  “In that case, we should probably hurry.” He said and grinned. “Because there’s a lot of things I’ve been wanting to do to you, and you’re not going anywhere until I’m satisfied.”

  I smiled and let my cardigan slip down my arms and land on the floor. Jackson’s word had made me even hornier than I’d been before—as if it was even possible! My body felt like it was in overdrive; my pussy pulsating and quivering between my shaking legs. I was ready for him, and we hadn’t even gotten started yet.

  “So you have been thinking about me in that way.” I expressed with a gleeful smile.

  “How could I not?” Answered Jackson and let his hand reach down towards my breast. His finger traced the outline of my bra, tickling my soft skin as his eyes rested on my body. “How does that make you feel? Even your own stepfather can’t keep his hands off you…”

  How did it end up like this? I thought and closed my eyes, gasping quietly as Jackson’s hands reached around my body and unlocked my bra. Soon after, I felt the tip of his nose tickle my neck as he nuzzled me, softly kissing the skin of my neck.

  My bra fell to the floor with a soft thud. The kisses that Jackson planted along my neck and collarbone were growing hungrier and hungrier, and so was my need for his cock.

  I let my hand reach down and fondle his hardness, feeling it throb against my fingertips. My fingers slipped under the seam of his boxers and wrapped around his shaft, causing him to groan quietly into my ear.

  Guided by my own desires, I fell to my knees in front of Jackson. My hands pulled his pants down over his hips to expose his glistening cock, which was even bigger and thicker now that I could see it clearly.

  “Mmm…” I moaned pleasurably. “I can’t wait to have that inside of me…”

  “What are you waiting for then?” Jackson winked.

  “I want to taste you first,” I told him and licked my lips. “Before your flavor is mixed with mine.”

  “Well in that case,” Jackson let out. “I’m all yours, baby. Show me what that mouth can do!”

  I giggled and leaned forward. I licked my lips and slowly wrapped them around the tip of Jackson’s throbbing hard cock while his hand reached down and landed on my head, stroking my hair softly.

  Slowly, to the sounds of Jackson’s pleased moaning, I moved my head back and forth. My mouth stretched around his cock, and I struggled to keep my teeth from scraping his sensitive skin.

  Before I even had his cock half–way into my mouth, I felt his tip press against the opening of my throat. It felt… wrong, like I wasn’t supposed to put something so big down there, but it felt so good at the same time. I felt a heat race across my body and make my pussy tingle.

  Jackson gasped when I moved my head forward further, allowing his cock to slip into my throat. It felt strange at first, like I couldn’t breathe, but I suppressed that feeling by squeezing my thumb in my hand. Jackson’s sounds of pleasure were like music to my ear, and I knew that I couldn’t stop yet!

  His cock was throbbing in my mouth; filling up with blood as he quickly climbed towards an orgasm. After a moment, he pulled himself out of my mouth and bent forward, panting.

  “Damn, Kelly…” He grunted. “Is your pussy as tight as your mouth? Because if so, I’m going to cum really fast!”

  “Let’s find out.” I said and rose to my feet with a wink.

  My pussy was swollen and sensitive. My legs pressed together when I stood, causing a wave of pleasure to wash through my mid–section when my pussy lips rubbed against each other.

  For a moment, I thought I heard a faint vibration in the roof above us. Alex was probably calling me, wondering where ‘his’ photos were. It was funny how quickly I’d forgotten about him... He was already a part of my past, and he didn’t even know it yet. But he would—as soon as I was done having my virginity taken by Jackson.

  Jackson wrapped his arms around my buttocks and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs and arms around his body and held him close while he carried me across the room and sat me down on my back on top of the sofa’s big backrest.

  I licked my lips and looked up at him from behind half–closed eyelids.

  “I want you inside of me.” I whispered, pressing his body tighter against mine with my legs, which were still wrapped around his hips. I could feel his stiff, hard cock throbbing against my wet, willing slit. “I need you. Right now!”

  Jackson made a sound that sounded like a hybrid between a moan and a grunt while his shaking hands stroked my hips.

  “I still can’t believe we’re doing this,” He mumbled and licked his lips. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to fuck you.”

  His cock was at my entrance, and before I had time to respond, he’d pressed himself inside of me. His cock penetrated my tight hole, spreading my walls apart and making me moan.

  “Oh, Jackson…” I moaned and threw my head back against the backrest. “Fuck me deeper!”

  He pushed himself forward; his cock sliding deeper and deeper into my pussy. I felt my legs go numb beneath him. My clit was throbbing and my breath was shallow. So this is what sex feels like, I thought and giggled happily to myself. It’s so much nicer than I expected!

  Jackson’s hand reached down and landed on my pubic mound. His fingers found my clit and brushed against it gently, causing me to let out a loud gasp of pleasure.

  “Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop!” I moaned and squirmed on the backrest.

  “You know I won’t, baby.” Jackson grunted.

  While his hand worked its magic on my swollen clit, he started to thrust his cock in and out of my soaking wet pussy. It made my pussy clench and tighten around his shaft.

  His cock became soaked in my pussy juices, which were also seeping out of my opening and leaking onto the fabric of the sofa. I felt Jackson’s cock swell up inside of me and stretch my walls further.

  His cock filling up my pussy made my muscles tense up and clench tightly around his shaft. My body went numb and started to pulsate rhythmically. The pulses started at the top of my pussy and radiated throughout me, causing soft but loud moans to slip out of my throat.

  “Mmm, Jackson…” I moaned. “I’m cumming.”

  He grunted; his hands shaking as he held onto my hips. His thrusts were quick and sharp, like a dagger stabbing into me. To the sounds of loud moaning from both of us, his cock erupted deep inside of me.

  His seed filled me up and coated my inner walls before starting to seep out of my opening and pooling on the sofa beneath us. He collapsed on top of me, panting. His softening cock slipped out of my pussy, along with our juices.

  I could feel his heart pounding against my chest as he lay with his body pressed against mine. There was only one thought on my mind: would there soon be a third heartbeat, too?

  * * *

  Stretched by Two from Behind

  It was a beautiful day in Phuket. The sun was shining brightly in the sky, which was deep blue and full of loud seagulls. The warm ocean breeze sent my sundress fluttering in the air, and I held it down with my hands until the gust had gone away. I was lying in a sunbed with my leg hanging off the side, tracing my toes in the warm sand. My mother was there too, and my stepfather Adam. They were sitting by the bar a few meters away, sipping on colorful cocktails with slices of exotic fruit hugging the glass rims.

  It was all thanks to Adam that we were here, taking a break from our normal lives. The contracting company he worked for had just signed a contract for a multi–billionaire deal, and they celebrated by sending all the higher–ups and their families for a one week vacation to Thailand. He deserves it, I thought to myself and glanced at Adam’s shirtless, muscular back. He worked hard. Very hard. Every day he’d come home from work after working a 10 hour shift, dripping in sweat and with pulsating, bulging veins in his tired arms. It was nice to see him relaxed for a change. Actually, I liked him more this way.

  I turned my head away quickly when I realized that I’d been staring. I couldn’t help it, though.
He was built like a bear—big and strong, furry with gray hairs over his body—and I couldn’t keep my eyes off him even if I tried. Even at 50 years old, he still had a full set of thick, healthy hair on his head. It had started turning gray a long time ago, but that only made him more attractive. At least to me. I thought he looked dignified. Respectable and delicious, like an aged wine.

  It’s too bad I can never have him, I thought and sighed deeply before taking another sip of my drink. It was refreshingly cold and fruity—exactly what I needed on a hot day like this. I can think of one more think I need… I thought and smirked to myself. My phone buzzed in the beach bag beneath my chair, and I reached down and fished it out. There was an unread message from Kelly, a classmate of mine.

  “That’s strange.” I mumbled to myself. Kelly and I had never been particularly close. Sure, we’d talked a few times in class and we had some mutual friends, but we weren’t friends or anything. I didn’t even know that she had my number. But after reading her message, I was happy that she did.

  Hey, Cassandra. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I think you need to see this… /Kelly

  Below the text, there was a photo attachment. With a bad feeling in my guts, I clicked on the thumbnail to make it bigger. It was a picture of a half–naked girl lying on her back in a big bed, smiling and biting her lip friskily. All she was wearing was a short, plaid shirt, folded up onto her stomach. On top of her, straddling her hips with his thighs was my boyfriend Jason. My stomach sank like a rock. He was covering his face with his hand, but there was no question about it. I recognized his black hair and that stupid baseball cap that he always wore.

  That fucking asshole! I thought and threw my phone back into my bag. It hadn’t even been one week since we last had saw each other, and he was already getting his dick wet inside someone else? What was wrong with me? Why was I not good enough? My thoughts fell back on our meeting last week, him deep inside of me—well, as deep as his average–length member could go. Have I been sharing him with someone else this entire time? The thought made me feel nauseated and for a second I thought I was going to vomit into the sand.

  With shaking fingers, I reached into my bag and pulled my phone back out. I was going to dial Jason and confront him. He may think he was free to fuck anyone else while we were in a relationship, but I wasn’t, and I was going to put a stop to that immediately. He is so fucking dumped, I thought and angrily chugged the last of my drink, not even enjoying it anymore.

  I dialed his number and put the phone up to my ear, tapping my foot against the ground impatiently. It rang for a while, and for a moment I thought that he wasn’t going to pick up, but after 6 rings I finally heard a sound on the other end of the line.

  “Hey, baby,” Jason said warmly. “How’s Thailand? Enjoying the sun? I miss you already…”

  “Spare me the fucking bullshit,” I growled. I can’t believe he’s acting like nothing is wrong!

  “Hey, hey, calm down,” Jason said quickly. “What’s wrong?”

  “Who is she?” I asked.

  “Who do you mean?”

  “Don’t act stupid with me!” I snapped at him. “How long have you been cheating on me? You filthy fucking ape.”

  “I would never cheat on you, baby,” Jason said. He sounded hurt. “How can you even say that? Fuck, you’re unbelievable. I’m hanging up on you now… Call me back when you’ve calmed down.”

  “Kelly saw you two together.” I said quickly, before he had a chance to hang up on me.

  Jason suddenly burst into laughter on the other end of the line.

  “What the fuck is so funny?” I hissed.

  “Look, babe,” He said. “Kelly is a fucking liar, all right? Don’t listen to her. She just wants to get between us.”

  If it wasn’t for the picture, I might have believed him. I wanted to believe him too. We had been dating for two years. Since my 16th birthday to be exact. He was the guy that all the girls wanted—including me—but he ‘wasn’t the relationship type.’ At least not until he met me. Or so I’d thought…

  “I saw the picture.” I said, feeling the tears well up behind my eyelids.

  The phone fell silent. For a moment, all I could hear was the crackling of the line itself.

  “Hello?” I continued.

  “What picture?” Jason asked finally.

  “The picture of you and her fucking.” I said. “How are you going to explain that, huh, Jason?”

  “You…” He stammered. “She… Kelly photoshopped it, alright? Don’t listen to her, baby. She’s just jealous.”

  “We’re over,” I whispered, feeling a tear roll down my cheek. “Goodbye, Jason.”

  “Don’t you fucking hang up on me, you stupid, gullible bitch. CASSANDRA! I’M NOT DON—”

  Click.

  As soon as I hung up the phone, I burst into tears. I covered my face with my hands and sobbed quietly, feeling my shoulders shake up and down. Two years of my life, practically down the drain. I’d given him my virginity, too… I knew that he wasn’t a virgin when we started dating, but I thought that he had stopped fucking around when we got together. Is that so much to ask for?

  I didn’t want anyone to see me crying—especially not my mom, she wouldn’t understand. She had the emotional support skills of a metal corkscrew. I wrapped my beach towel around my hips, heaved my beach bag over my shoulder and walked away quickly. I pushed my sunglasses down to cover my eyes and shot a quick glance over my shoulder. Adam was looking at me with a concerned look on his face, gesturing questioningly at me. I ignored him.

  What do men know about break–ups anyway? I thought bitterly and turned back around. Wiping the wet tears from my cheek, I walked with heavy steps back to our apartment.

  * * *

  Back in the apartment, I threw myself down onto the single bed and just cried. I cried and cried until there were no tears left inside of me. Then I thought about Jason and the plans we’d made for the future, and I cried some more until my eye sockets felt like raisins. Jason and I were never going to travel the world together. We were never going to settle down and buy a cute puppy and have lots of babies. We were never going to stay up late on a school night and watch movies and eat candy. We were never going to do anything together again. All because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.

  By the time I had stopped crying, my pillow was wet with tears. I was lying on my back on the bed, staring up at the roof, when I heard the key turn in the front door outside. A moment later my mom and Adam walked in, stomping their feet against the linoleum floors.

  “Cassandra, we’re back!” My mother called out. “Where are you?”

  “I’m in here.” I shouted, quickly turning the pillow around so you couldn’t see the wet stain. I reached for the book on my nightstand and opened it, holding it up in front of my face to cover my wet eyes and red nose. My mother walked up to my room, stopping in the doorway. I tilted the book down and met her eyes quickly—but it wasn’t quickly enough, because she saw my teary eyes.

  “Ugh,” My mother rolled her eyes theatrically. “Why are you weeping?”

  “I’m not,” I said and sniffled quietly.

  “I don’t have time for this now,” my mother said and threw her arms out. “Whatever it is, you’ll have to wait until after dinner. I’m starving here. Do you know how exhausting it is to walk around this city all day? I’m not poor! I shouldn’t have to walk everywhere. This place is such a third world country, I’m never coming back here.”

  “Okay, mom,” I sighed.

  “How hard is it to invest in some buses? You’d think with all the tourists here, they’d at least afford one bus for people to ride in. And now I have to cook my own dinner because the hotel restaurant is closed down for the day!” She scoffed loudly. “Some idiot chef set fire to the kitchen. Can you believe it? I didn’t waste my hard–earned money to slave in front of the stove all day!”

  “I know,” I said sarcastically. Never mind the fact that you 1.
You’re unemployed. And 2. You didn’t spend a single dollar on this trip. Adam and his boss did. “Your life is so hard.”

  “Don’t pout, Melinda,” Adam said in the other room. “How about I cook us something good tonight? We can run down to the corner store quickly and grab some steaks. Maybe eat on the balcony, watch the sunset… What do you say?”

  My mother sighed deeply. “Fine,” She muttered. “But you better make them well done this time. I don’t like any of that disgusting, red blood that comes out of the undercooked steaks you normally make!”

  “It’s not undercooked, it’s medium–rare.” I muttered. “Huge difference.”

  “It’s fucking raw, that’s what it is!” My mother shouted angrily. “Stop grouping up against me!”

  “We–re not gr—”Adam started defending himself, but she interrupted him.

  “I’m going to take a shower. You can go to the store meanwhile, I’m too tired.”

  “Very well… If you’d rather not come, I suppose I’ll have to go alone.”

  “Just go already.”

  My mother walked into the bathroom, slamming the door shut loudly behind her. A moment later I could hear the water running, and Adam’s footsteps walking up to my bedroom. I rolled to my side, facing away from him, and sighed quietly.

  “Hey,” He mumbled. “Is everything okay?”

  “I’m fine…”

  “Are you sure?” Adam walked up to the bed and sat down next to me. “You looked upset when you left the beach earlier.”

  I shrugged and stared out the window, trying to block him out.

  “Look, Cass…” Adam spoke slowly. “I know I’m not your real father—or whatever you want to call it—but you can still talk to me. Whatever it is, I’m here for you. I’ve been told that I’m a very good listener, you know.”

  “You wouldn’t understand,” I muttered.