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

by Olivia R. Gasm

  Slowly, I moved my head down, taking as much as possible of his fat cock in my mouth as I could before it hit the back of my throat.

  “Yeah… mmm…” Garrett let out. “That feels good.”

  The fact that I was making him feel good was making me feel extremely aroused, and I could feel my panties becoming drenched as my pussy became increasingly wetter.

  I moved my hand up and put it around the base of his cock, where my lips couldn’t reach, and started to jerk him off while my tongue twirled around the head. Garrett grunted loudly, his fingernails digging into my scalp when his body tensed up.

  “Mmm yeah that’s really good.” He gasped.

  He started to move his hips back and forth, letting his cock slide in and out of my mouth while I sucked him off. It made everything much easier, allowing me to focus my energy on simulating his most sensitive spots with my tongue.

  Garrett was starting to thrust harder, clearly becoming more excited, until suddenly he stopped. I moved my head back, causing his cock to slip out of my mouth, and looked up to meet his eyes.

  “I want to make love to you.” He whispered, stroking my hair with his hand.

  Suddenly, I became nervous. His cock was so big, and I was untouched and tight. What if it hurts? What if I rip?! But then again… It might just feel really good. I thought, biting my lip.

  “Take me.” I said and stood up. “Fuck me hard.”

  Suddenly, Garrett wrapped his arms around me and threw me over his shoulder.

  “I’ve always fantasized about bending you over and fucking you on the couch.” He said as he walked through the hallway and into the living room.

  He set me down on the edge of the big divan sofa, which was surprisingly comfortable, before diving down on top of me. I giggled loudly, squirming around when he planted kisses over my neck and tickled me, his body weighing me down and pressing me into the sofa.

  I pushed him aside onto his back and climbed on top of him, straddling him with one leg on each side. His stiff cock pressed against my pussy, throbbing hard against it. Our eyes met and we sat quietly for a moment, not saying a word.

  Garrett raised his hand and stroked my bare arm with his finger.

  “I’ve thought of you before.” He said suddenly. “It used to feel wrong, but not anymore.”

  I tiled my head slightly to the side.

  “We’re both adults.” I said. “And we both want each other. What’s wrong with that?”

  Garrett nodded agreeably. Without a word, he let his finger slide underneath the strap of my top and pulled it down over my arm. Slowly, he pulled down the second strap and let my shirt fall down. My supple, sensitive breasts hung freely, their perky, perky nips poking straight towards my stepfather.

  Suddenly he grabbed me and pushed me back down against the sofa, positioning himself on top of me and pinning me down with his knees. His hungry eyes rested on my chest.

  “Mmm.” He let out pleasurably.

  His hand cupped my breast, squeezing it gently. His thumb rolled around my nipple and made it go stiff. He leaned forward and took it in his mouth, licking it gently. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his tongue against my skin.

  With my breast still in his mouth, Garrett’s hand wandered down over my stomach and gripped my shorts. He lifted his head as he pulled them down over my hips, slowly tracing his hands down my legs as my pants went lower and lower.

  His hand landed on my inner thigh, stroking it softly while it wandered towards my pussy. He stroked it gently through the fabric of my panties, making me moan from pleasure as his fingers rubbed against my clit.

  Garrett grabbed my panties and pulled them down slowly, exposing my wet, swollen pussy. It ached for his touch, and for his cock, throbbing hard while his hand stroked my inner thigh.

  He pulled down his own boxers and placed his cock between my thighs, letting it rub against my wetness. I moaned, enjoying the feeling of his hardness stroking against my most sensitive area.

  My breathing was fast and sharp from excitement, and I was barely able to contain myself. Garrett placed his cock at my entrance, spreading my folds apart with his fingers. My pussy soaked his dick, lubricating it with my own juices.

  He pressed forward slowly, pressing the head of his cock into my virgin pussy. I gasped when he penetrated me, spreading me open.

  “Are you okay?” He asked.

  “Yes.” I moaned, biting my lip. “Fuck me, Garrett!”

  I relaxed my tense muscles, allowing Garrett to press further into me. His cock probed me further when he thrusted forward, stretching my pussy wide open.

  “Ahhh!” I screamed, twitching slightly from the combined pain and pleasure of his huge cock entering me.

  Garett paused, allowing my pussy to adjust to his size. After a short moment, he started to thrust back and forth. His cock slid back and forth inside of me, edging slightly further with each thrust.

  His cock was starting to feel great inside of me, filling me up completely and rubbing against all my sensitive spots. I was moaning, but from pleasure this time. Garrett was enjoying himself as well, his breathing was heavy and a wrinkle embedded in his forehead over his closed eyes.

  “Oh, Jo.” He groaned, gripping tightly around my thighs and thrusting hard into me.

  His cock rammed into my inner wall, causing me to let out a pained whimper. I pressed my eyes shut, allowing myself to concentrate completely on the pure bliss Garrett was giving me. I arched my back from pleasure, which also allowed his cock to penetrate even further into me.

  Garrett’s fat cock simulated my G–spot, causing me to moan and gasp from pure pleasure. A strange feeling was taking over my body, making it go numb, while all my senses felt heightened. I could hear every grunt Garrett made while he thrusted into me and the faint smell of salty sweat that was emerging in his armpits.

  I held my breath while my pussy exploded into a fit of sensation, waves of pleasure washing up and down across my body, making me shiver and tremble. My pussy clenched tightly around Garrett’s cock, causing him to grunt loudly.

  “Jo…” He gasped. “You’re so tight.”

  He pulled himself out quickly, stroking his wet, stiff cock with his hand. In the after waves of my orgasm, I sat up and grabbed his cock in my hand. I lowered my head down and took it in my mouth, letting my lips slide up and down over his hardness.

  He let out a strange sound, which could be best described as a growl, when his cock grew large inside my mouth, becoming even harder than before. With trembling thrusts, he moved his hips back and forth between my lips, until suddenly he erupted.

  A massive load of white, warm and salty semen shot against the back of my throat, coating the inside of my mouth. I swallowed it happily, sucking tightly around Garrett’s cock and milking him of his last drops. His cum filled my mouth up, almost overflowing.

  Eventually it stopped and Garrett stumbled backwards, his sensitive cock sliding out from my mouth. I leaned back against the sofa cushions, wiping the combination of cum and saliva from my cheek. Exhausted, I laid back and stared up at the ceiling for a moment, catching my breath.

  I could barely believe it — I just fucked Garett! He took my virginity, just like that, after I had held onto it for so long. I couldn’t have wished for a better first time than with an experienced, older man who knew what he was doing.

  “Did you enjoy yourself?” I heard my stepfather ask.

  I raised my head and saw him sitting in one of the chairs, breathing heavily as if he had just run a marathon. I bet he’s been saving that load for quite a while!

  “Oh yes!” I answered. “We should do this again sometime.” I continued after sitting up straight on the sofa, smiling big at my stepfather.

  “Never thought I’d say this, but… God damn, you look sexy.” He said, staring at my exposed, sweaty breasts. I pressed them together, creating that big cleavage I knew he liked so much.

  “Thank you, daddy.” I said with a wink.


  * * *

  Spread by Him

  My stepfather, Connor, was standing in front of me. He looked serious and had a wild expression on his face while he looked at me from head to toes — as if he was checking me out.

  Suddenly, it all changed. He moved towards me, forcing me to step backwards against the kitchen wall. His hands reached around me and leaned against the wall, not touching me.

  I didn’t know what was going on, but at the same time I knew exactly what was going on, since everything I thought of seemed to come true.

  Connor slowly opened the top buttons of his shirt, exposing his muscular chest. Why is he doing this? I thought confusedly. I didn’t know what was going on, but I didn’t mind at all. It was like… I had wished for it.

  His lips moved as if he was speaking to me, but I didn’t hear him — his voice was silent. His fingers stroked my chin gently, and I could feel him place his other hand on my shoulder.

  I bent my head to the side, resting it against his hand. He leaned in and started to kiss my neck with passion, while his other hand was applying pressure on my breasts.

  A strange noise was bothering me, some sort of vibration, slowly increasing in volume. I glanced to the left, but I saw nothing that could have caused it. My vision started to fog until I lost my sight, and then I realized… I was just dreaming.

  My eyes shot open and I gained consciousness, back under my blanket — alone. I felt slightly disappointed while I reached my hand towards my night stand to grab my phone. The alarm, which had been the source of annoyance in my dream, had gone off and was vibrating loudly.

  When I swiped my finger across the screen to shut it off, I remembered that I had put it on for a reason. I had a long day ahead of me, and I had asked Connor to drive me to the city to do some errands.

  I arched my body back, stretching every muscle in my tired body, enjoying the last minutes I could spend inside the warm bed. My body felt surprisingly heavy but my mind was energetic, almost as if I hadn’t slept at all.

  I was soon reminded why, when I put my hand between my legs and felt how wet my panties were. A slight blush rose on my cheek, from the shame of having such a naughty dream.

  My thoughts were running wild, trying to figure out what could have happened next in the dream. I didn’t know how it would happen, since I lacked the experience completely.

  I turned to my side and wrapped the blanket around me even tighter for a moment, preparing myself to get up even though it felt so pleasant just to lay there. No, get up. I commanded myself as I threw the blanket aside and rolled off the edge of my bed and stood up.

  When I looked out the window, I could see that it was still dark outside. I thought the sun would have risen already, since it was 5am, but apparently not.

  I stumbled across the room and flipped the light switch, filling my room with a bright, yellow glow. The light burned my eyes and for a moment I felt like a vampire, imagining myself hissing at the sun while giggling out loud.

  I took off my panties and inspected the wet stain, which was quite big, and decided that they needed to be changed. I tossed them into the laundry bin in the corner and put on a pair of cute, pink cotton briefs instead. They were my favorite, because they were both super comfortable and sexy at the same time.

  Before walking into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face, I stepped into a pair of black pajama pants and pulled a loose–fitting, white top over my head.

  When I walked down the stairs into the corridor, I could see that the lamp in the kitchen was already lit. It was most likely Connor, at least I hoped so. I hope it isn’t my mother. I thought to myself, because I really enjoyed spending time alone with Connor sometimes. Short moments like these, when I didn’t have to fake or pretend to be someone else, were the best.

  I peeked around the corner and Saw Connor standing with his back towards me, next to the stove, brewing his morning coffee. He turned around and smiled when he saw me.

  “Good morning, hun.” He said and took the pot off the stove.

  “Hey–oh.” I said casually as I approached the kitchen table.

  “Did you sleep well?” He asked while pouring himself some coffee into the #1 DAD cup I bought him a few years ago.

  “Yeaah…” I responded and sat down on a chair next to the table. “I guess I’m just not used to waking up this early.”

  “Want some coffee to wake you up?” He put his cup down on the other side of the table, glancing at my top quickly before his gaze rose up to my eyes.

  “Sure.” I said.

  When he turned around again, I looked down quickly and noticed that the way I was sitting really complimented my breasts, creating a rather large cleavage that seemed to have caught his attention. I couldn’t help but to smile at the coincidence, that I had just dreamed about him and now something similar happened in real life.

  “Do you want any milk or sugar?” He asked suddenly.

  “I’ll take the same as you.” I answered absentmindedly, while wondering if I should eat now or have breakfast down town.

  Connor turned around for the last time and set the coffee down in front of me, before walking over to sit down in his seat. I noticed that he was acting different this morning, avoiding my eyes after he sat down, but still glancing over at me every now and then while browsing the news from his laptop.

  I was feeling curious, and I had to know if he was acting that way because of my breasts, so I decided to tease him a little bit. I placed my elbows on the table and leaned forward, pressing my breasts together with my upper arms and creating that nice push–up effect.

  He noticed it immediately and moved around a little bit in his chair, straightening his posture. I knew it.

  “How did you sleep?” I asked.

  “Oh what?” He mumbled, slightly disoriented. “Good, good.”

  “Did you see any dreams?” I continued and leaned forward against the table. I felt the edge of it against my ribs, and realized that my tits were not resting completely on the table.

  Connor coughed into his hand quickly, glancing towards me again — but he wasn’t looking at my eyes.

  “Not really, you?” He then answered calmly and scrolled really fast, pretending that he was actually reading something still.

  I leaned back against the chair and took a sip from the freshly brewed coffee. I was hoping to get a nice caffeine kick before I left.

  “Mmm…” I let out pleasantly after I swallowed. “I had a dream about you.”

  Connor stopped browsing and looked at me curiously, making me wonder what was going through his mind.

  “What was I doing in your dream?” He asked with a laugh, but I could see the clear interest in my answer.

  Wasn’t sure what to say (or do?) but I felt like that dream had been a sign. I had thought about us before and, well, there had always been something between us. We had something more than just a stepfather and stepdaughter relationship. I hadn’t been sure exactly what it was — until now. I want him… I want him badly, and I know what I have to do.

  I placed the coffee cup back on the table, looking up into Connor’s eyes with a smile, but not answering yet. I’m sure he was trying to figure it out, and that my silence was bothersome.

  “What kind of dream was it?” He asked again, more serious this time. Oh, I sure have his attention now.

  “Well…” I said and held back my words for a moment. “You kind of… came at me.” I continued, watching his body language intently to see his reaction.

  He leaned back in his chair and put his arms at his sides with a confused expression on his face.

  “What?” He finally let out, breaking the short silence.

  “Yeah…” I glanced sideways before looking up into his eyes again. “But I kind of liked it.” I added with a faint smile.

  Connor looked even more confused now.

  “Jenny… I’m sure you know that, as your father, I would never do such a thing.” He tried to reason with me, even though
I knew the thought must have crossed his mind at least once or twice.

  “Technically… You’re not my father.” The words escaped my lips before I could stop them. I almost regretted it, but at the same time it felt better to share my true feelings.

  “Jenny!” He said loudly. “That’s not a nice thing to say.” He added, quieter now.

  “It’s true. You’re just my stepfather, you know… I can’t help it.” I explained and crossed my arms.

  Connor stood up from his seat and put his coffee cup in the sink. He continued towards the door frame, where he stopped and leaned his back against the wall. I wasn’t sure if I had insulted him or what, but when I looked over my shoulder, I could see him covering his face with his hand.

  “I hoped that this wouldn’t happen, you know…” His sound was loud, coming from directly behind me.

  I could feel him moving closer towards me, until suddenly I felt his hands on my shoulders, applying pressure and massaging me softly. Mmm…

  “What do you mean?” I had to ask, letting my head fall forward so that his hands could better reach my neck.

  “You… me… attraction.” He pressed his thumb hard against my skin when he spoke. Is he attracted to me? “When did the dreams start?” He asked.

  “Just today.” I answered, nervously and excitedly rubbing my thighs with my hands. “Why?”

  I felt his hot breath against my neck as he leaned forward and almost touched my shoulder with his chin. I didn’t know what I was feeling, but god damn, it felt good!

  With each second that passed, I was becoming more excited. The tingling sensations of his fingertips stroking against my neck was making me shiver slightly.

  “Do you want to make it a reality?” He whispered into my ear.

  I looked over my shoulder into his eyes, feeling nervous. What have I started?! I wanted this more than anything, could this be our moment? But what if mom comes downstairs?... No, she won’t, she likes to sleep long.

  “Yes.” I answered quietly, feeling very careful since I had never gone down this path with anyone else throughout my life.