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

by Olivia R. Gasm

  He held out a condom wrapper to me, and I grabbed and unwrapped it instinctively. With his warm cock in one hand, I slowly rolled the condom down over his length with my other hand.

  “Was that satisfactory?” He asked, looking down at me with a grin.

  “I think she loved it.” Joshua chimed in, looking at the viewfinder in his camera and smiling.

  A faint blush appeared on my warm cheeks. Sebastian sat down beside me on the sofa and pulled me back into his lap, and I straddled him with one leg on each side of his strong, hairy thighs. I lowered myself down slowly onto his cock, letting it probe me inch by inch.

  “Ah…” I let out as it first entered me.

  Sebastian responded with a soft moan and a slight shiver. His hands reached around my body and grabbed my buttocks, spreading my cheeks and pussy lips apart. I slid further down onto his cock, moaning loudly and continuously. His thickness spread me open, making me feel as if my lips were about to rip apart. And at the same time, it felt absolutely wonderful. Why didn’t I do this sooner?!

  As I glanced over my shoulder, I could see that Joshua was pointing the camera at me again. It clicked once just as I looked into it, and the pleased look on his face made me understand that it was a good photo.

  Sebastian started to move his hips, thrusting gently into me. With each push, his cock pressed further into me, until it finally hit my inner wall. I gasped as it did, finally feeling completely filled. His fat, long cock rubbed against every part of my pussy, stimulating every spot possible.

  My pussy clenched around Sebastian’s cock tightly, and I could feel a pleasant simmer building up inside of me once again.

  My breasts were right in front of his face, my hard nipples almost rubbing against his face as I bounced up and down in his lap, held in place by his strong hands.

  Suddenly a hand landed softly on my shoulder, and I turned my head to see Joshua staring down at me with a determined look on his face. His other hand clasped my other shoulder, and he started to knead and stroke my back. I hadn’t realized until now that it was actually aching.

  “Mmm.” I moaned as his hands massaged my tender muscles.

  I leaned forward towards Sebastian, feeling the need to rub my breasts against his hairy chest. He reached a hand up and wrapped it around my ribcage, pushing me forward closer to his body. He took my nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting it tenderly. As he pulled away, a large red bruise covered my areola.

  Joshua’s hand travelled down across my back and onto my buttocks. He squeezed it gently before sliding his hand to the side, in between my pussy juice–soaked cheeks. I inhaled sharply with surprise as his finger found my asshole and caressed it. It felt strange and forbidden, as if I shouldn’t do it, but at the same time it gave me chills all over my body—I wanted more.

  Carefully, Joshua’s finger probed my hole, causing me to let out a gasp. I wanted to scream at him—scream at him to finger me harder, deeper!—but I couldn’t say a word. My mouth was locked half–agape, and my eyebrows were furrowed in confusion. All I could do was wait and enjoy the ride as my body was used and abused by two older men.

  After a moment, Joshua pulled out his finger and placed his cock at my entrance. It felt stiff and rigid against my tight pucker, but I was beyond ready and I wanted it. I wanted it bad.

  He thrust forward and just like that, he was inside of me. A yelp–like moan escaped my throat as Joshua’s cock spread my walls apart and probed deep inside my hole.

  Sebastian kept thrusting into me, his sturdy hands holding my body in place on top of his as both men thrusted into me with all their power. If it hadn’t been for him, I would have been bouncing around like a rubber ball in a hallway.

  I wonder if they’ve done this before. The thought entered my mind for a moment, then quickly left again. I decided that I didn’t care either way—as long as they were both fucking me right now.

  At that moment, Sebastian’s thrusting speed kicked into high gear. His arms stiffened, as did his grip around my skin, and he took deep, long breaths. His cock seemed to swell inside of me, causing my already–stretched pussy to expand even further. I moaned pleasurably, enjoying the sudden stimulation.

  He pumped his seed into me, again and again, a seemingly never–ending supply, and with each burst I climbed even closer towards an orgasm. My pussy clenched tightly around his cock, and my muscles trembled and tensed up. This seemed to stimulate Joshua as well, as he soon started to breath heavily too.

  His hand reached across my back and around my neck, gripping my long hair in a firm hand. He pulled at it harshly, jerking my head backwards. I arched my back, rubbing my body against Sebastian’s with my eyes closed, completely focused on the pleasure.

  With a grunt, Joshua spilled into me again, filling my sore, aching butthole with his cum. It coated my walls, his cock, and even started to overflow and seep out through the entrance. It ran down my thigh, mixing with the pussy juices, and formed a pool on the bed sheets.

  My body went over the edge, exploding into a fit of pleasure. As I orgasmed for the second time, I let out small, soft moans purely by accident—as if I could no longer control my vocal cords. My body was aching, but it was a pleasant ache, like the one after a hard work–out. All I wanted now was to lay down on the sofa, next to my two men, with our arms and legs entwined comfortably.

  Sebastian stood up from the sofa and walked towards the bathroom, his cock held firmly in his hand. Joshua, on the other hand, lay down beside me and wrapped his arm around my body, the other under my head to use as a pillow. I turned to my side and pressed my butt against him, feeling his cock soften slowly.

  “I never expected working with you to be like this.” I giggled and turned my head towards Joshua.

  He snickered and smiled a lovely smile. “That makes two of us.”

  “But I have to ask… do you two do this often?”

  “What do you mean?” Joshua asked.

  “You know… You and Sebastian, sharing a woman?”

  Joshua smiled again and leaned back against the sofa. “No.” He mumbled mystically. “Wait… You don’t know, do you?”

  “Know what?” I asked in sudden confusion.

  “Sebastian and I grew up together.” He said calmly. “He’s my stepbrother.”

  * * *

  Hard For Two

  I was getting really tired of the game—nothing seemed to work, and I could tell from the faces of my friends that they didn’t even care anymore. We were going to lose, and we were going to lose hard.

  I looked over my shoulder to see how our goalkeeper, Ellie, was doing. She had sucked so far, letting all the balls into the goal, passing her effortlessly. She didn’t look happy, standing there grumpily with her arms crossed across her chest and with a burning look in her dark brown eyes as she stared back at me.

  The sound of the referee blowing the whistle suddenly startled me, and I turned back towards the middle line. A new round was about to start. I couldn’t wait for the match to be over, so that I could just go home and pity myself for even attempting this hobby. I wish I’d never signed up.

  Although, the thought of quitting made me feel bad, because my stepfather Aidan—who was also our coach—has been so hopeful and really thought that we could win this one. He had been coaching us so hard lately, and putting in many hours to come up with ideas on how to improve as a team—and yet, we’re still losing.

  I glanced towards him where he stood next to our team’s benches, not looking disappointed at all. I had been expecting him to be tearing his little notebook to shreds by now, but he seemed rather calm. I would have gotten mad for sure, for wasting my time on such a worthless team.

  That got me thinking about how well I actually knew Aidan. It had come as a big surprise that he was our new coach, and before that I’d only known him as my mother’s boyfriend. I didn’t mind at all though, in fact, I enjoyed seeing him around the house, and during our soccer matches.

  It made me feel good
, knowing that he was always there for me—which was something that my biological father never did, nor my mother. In fact… she hadn’t been to even one of my games for the past 3 years. At least I have someone who cares now…

  Actually, all the attention that he was giving me had caused me to develop a small crush on him—probably because I wasn’t used to any attention from men whatsoever. Sure, I’d had a boyfriend before, but it was nothing serious and he wasn’t even a quarter of the man Aidan was.

  Tall, handsome, takes good care of himself… not to mention how self–sufficient he was, and that he always knew the answer to every question I asked him. Plus, he always seemed to know how I was feeling—and actually understand why. I didn’t know anyone else who paid so much attention to details as he did!

  All his detailed, strategic plans he had made for our team had left me speechless. On top of that, ever since he started coaching us I’d started to feel like he was my personal trainer or something. He was always helping me, showing me how things were done, and how to gain the edge over our opponents. Sadly, I never felt like I could actually do the tricks he taught me during a live game. I wanted to be good—to be good for him, and to show him that I was better than this!

  A sudden noise jerked me out of my daydream. The round had started, and I was still living inside my own head. The ball was on our side and it was time to push forward with a strong attack. If we won this round, we could at least tie the game.

  I ran forward, paying attention to what our attackers were doing, when I suddenly saw a situation opening in front of me. I was confident that I could make it, so I pushed forward, waving my hand to our left flank while the ball was being passed back and forth.

  “Here!” I exclaimed loudly to Stephany, who was looking at me whilst trying to fool the opponents by passing the ball forward, from where we could have a shot at the goal. But instead, she passed the ball to me. Finally! I thought and quickly assessed the situation around me.

  I tricked some girl with pigtails by quickly turning left instead of where I was going, which gave me an opportunity to shoot at their goal. This was it—this was the moment where I could shine and show what I was made of! I got ready to kick the ball hard into the right corner of the goal, but just as I was taking my last step forward before the kick, I could see someone closing in on me—fast. She slid forward to tackle me with her foot, swiping me off balance and making me fall down on top of her. Their goalie dived for the ball and threw it back to their team, giving them momentum.

  “Fuck!” I screamed, hitting the grass field with my fists while sitting on my knees. The only reason she was allowed to tackle me like that, was because she hit the ball first.

  “Good job, Soph.” I heard someone say in a sarcastic tone.

  I looked up and saw Rebecca, the bitch that I hated with my whole heart.

  “At least I got close to the goal.” I defended myself quickly, already feeling annoyed because of her presence.

  “And still you screwed it up for us, just like your father there.” She said in a cold, dismissive tone without even looking at me.

  “What?” I said loudly, standing up. I could feel my eyebrows flinch from hearing what she had just said.

  She glanced at me, looking me up and down from my toes to my eyes, then back to the ball which was flying towards our goal. “We would win without you two.” She said with hate in her voice.

  Without much of a though, I took a quick step towards her.

  “Rebecca.” I said calmly, and waited for her to turn her head towards me. When she did, I clenched my fist and smacked her right in the face, feeling her nose crack against my knuckles. She fell down immediately, and an instant spike of intense pain made me press my hand against my chest.

  “What the fuck?!” Rebecca yelled, covering her nose with her hand and looking distressed.

  The referee blew his whistle again, bringing the game to a pause because he had seen what I did. I looked at Rebecca with despise, but didn’t bother to respond—she wasn’t worth it. One of the referees were running towards me, waving a red card as I walked towards the edge of the field. I didn’t even care anymore. I knew what I had done, and that I was out of the game.

  Many pairs of eyes stared at me while I walked towards our benches, clearly wondering what the hell just happened. Suddenly, I was standing right in front of my stepfather, and he did not look happy at all.

  “What was that about?” He asked and made a gesture towards Rebecca, and the group of people that had gathered around her on the field.

  “Nothing.” I answered and glanced down at my knuckles. They had turned slightly red and were hurting like hell, which was scaring me a little bit.I hope I didn’t fracture my own hand…

  Aidan had noticed my worry and reached out for my hand, gripping it firmly and gently checking them for injuries.

  “Nothing, huh.” He mumbled. “Does this hurt?” He added, gently touching the sore, rosy spots on my knuckles.

  I nodded quietly and looked into his grey eyes. He didn’t seem angry at all, not about me getting kicked off the field, or bashing Rebecca in the nose.

  “You’ll need some cold applied here, otherwise it’s going to sting a lot more. But I think you’ll be fine.” He smiled and reached for a white bag from his medical kit, pinching the bag once and making something crack inside of it. He placed the small bag on top of my hand and pressed down carefully. It felt good, but cold—extremely cold—almost making me jerk my hand away immediately.

  I sighed and placed my hand on top of his to grip the bag myself. I felt relieved already, but it didn’t last long. Not even a second later, Aidan pulled the bag away from my hand and put it back inside of his medical kit.

  “You better go take a cold shower in the changing rooms.” He said, smiling softly. “It seems like you won’t be playing anymore today.” He glanced towards the field, where everyone was still panicking about a bleeding nose.

  I turned my head to the left and watched them as well, feeling slightly ashamed for receiving my first red card. Still… I didn’t regret it. Oh well.

  “Yeah, I’ll do that.” I responded and started walking down the path towards the dressing room door.

  “Chin up.” Aidan encouraged me, patting my shoulder and cheering me up slightly. “It’s only a game!”

  As I was nearing the door, I heard my name being called out.

  “Sophia!” It was my best friend Layla, coming towards me with a grin. “Haha, what was that?!” She asked in a cheerful tone. She walked towards me, extending her arms to grab my wrist and the cold bag.

  “She was being herself.” I grinned and giggled, showing Layla my slightly bruised knuckles, and let her place the bag back down on my hand.

  “Ah, it figures. I’ll come with you, I’m tired already!” Layla said and opened the door for me.

  Suddenly, Aidan called out her name. “Layla! Where do you think you are going?”

  “Oh, I think I hurt my ankle last round.” She answered quickly and reached down to rub her ankle. She was faking it for sure, no doubt.

  “Yeah right.” Aidan shook her head, but silently gave his permission for her to go with me. He put his hands on his hips and walked towards the field, probably to have a chat with Rebecca and her mother, who was glaring at us angrily.

  I walked into the hallway and continued towards our dressing room with Layla, who seemed excited to end the game early.

  “Did it hurt?” She asked, seemingly very interested in my little anger burst.

  “Only a little bit.” I said and raised my hand a little bit in the air. “Not so much now.”

  “Did you like it?” She asked.

  “Uh… I guess…” I admitted shyly. We were inside the dressing room at this point, and walking towards our lockers.

  “I knew it!” Layla exclaimed cheerfully and leaned down to untie her shoes. “I’ve wanted to do that myself sooo many times. She is so irritating sometimes!”

  “Yeah…” I s
at down and took off my own shoes, thinking about skipping the shower now and just showering at home instead.

  Layla pulled her shirt over her head and started to wiggle her sports bra off slowly, exposing her perky breasts and petite body in front of me. I wasn’t used to seeing her naked, but lately it had become more common, since we both showered together at the community sports center.

  “Are you coming?” She asked and started to take off her shorts, basically stripping in front of me.”

  “Y–yeah, I was just thinking.” I responded quickly and started to take off my own clothes as well. Layla was already naked at this point, and walked before me into the shower room.

  I realized that I’d left my towel at home—probably because I had no intention of showering here to begin with—but luckily Layla is usually happy to lend her things. I tip toped to the showers and saw her standing in the corner spot already, pulling her long blonde hair up into a pony tail to make sure it wouldn’t get wet.

  I joined a few booths down from her, not feeling completely comfortably going right next to her, or in the booth opposite of her. The only thing hiding my naked body from hers—and hers from me—was 3 small tile walls. Thank god this dresser room has proper shower booths and not just one giant tiled room.

  I turned the shower on, embracing the lukewarm water as it washed onto my chest and dripped all over me. It felt good. I turned the temperature up more, making steam rise from my little cubicle and catching Layla’s attention.

  “Don’t use all the hot water!” She giggled, washing her body with a blue sponge. Foamy white bubbles coated her body when I glanced in her direction as she leaned down into the open area to clean her feet.

  I grabbed the shower faucet from the holder and turned the temperature up even more, holding it against my breasts and thinking about letting it slide down across my body, in between my legs. I felt the need to please myself with it—to feel the pressure against my clit, to feel just a little bit better about today. But do I dare while Layla’s here?