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

by Olivia R. Gasm

  His care felt amazing, and I wanted to repay the favor. I grabbed the shampoo and squeezed a small amount of it into my hand. As I reached up and massaged it into his hair, I remembered that he had some hair growth somewhere else too…

  I moved my hand down across his body, stopping at his groins. He became aroused instantly, and his cock slowly hardened underneath my hand. By the time I had washed his pubic hair, his cock was fully erect once more.

  Aidan grabbed me by the hips and turned me around to face the walls. Squirting yet another glob of lotion into his hand, he reached down and started to rub it onto my butt cheeks. One of his hands reached underneath my chin and tilted my head back.

  “Are you ready for round two?” He whispered.

  The hand that was on my butt suddenly moved in between my cheeks, probing my asshole. I let out a surprised gasp, but enjoyed the feeling nonetheless.

  “By round two, do you mean…?”

  His finger probed me further and massaged my insides. It felt strange and forbidden—but absolutely wonderful at the same time.

  “Yes.” He said quickly. “That’s exactly what I mean.”

  I nodded softly, giving my approval. Aidan pushed me down so that I was leaning forward against the wall, then his hands grabbed both of my butt cheeks and spread them apart. I could feel his cock at my entrance, throbbing and waiting to penetrate. I swallowed anxiously—not sure whether I should be nervous or excited. Maybe both.

  He pressed forward and the tip of his cock entered me, but then it was as if he was pressing into an invisible wall. I let out a shocked groan, whimpering from pain. Instantly, Aidan pulled his cock back out.

  “Are you okay?” He asked, worried.

  “Yes.” I nodded. Despite the pain, I was hungering for more. “Try one more time.” I begged.

  Aidan placed his cock back at my entrance, using one hand to guide it in. This time, he was extremely careful—even more so than necessary. When his cock entered me for the second time, the pain was manageable and faded quickly. I was left with only an intense feeling of enjoyably pressure.

  He thrusted forward gently, penetrating further into me. I let out a quiet gasp as his cock spread me open, filling me up slowly. After yet another thrust, he had entered me fully, and I was stuffed to the brim. My inner walls expanded around him, desperately trying to accommodate his huge size.

  “Fuck me.” I whispered.

  He happily obliged, and started to thrust back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of my virgin asshole. Each time he thrusted into me, I could feel myself spread open for him all over again, like my hole could never expand enough to fit his massiveness. I moaned softly, enjoying the feeling of being filled to the top.

  He grunted pleasurably as he thrusted into me, his hands shaking as they held on firmly to my cheeks. One of his hands reached around my waist and started to rub my clit, causing me to gasp and shiver with enjoyment. I could feel another orgasm building up inside of me—a different kind, one that was taking over my entire body.

  Again, Aidan’s cock grew inside of me, expanding the walls of my poor, sore asshole which was already completely full. His fingernails dug into the skin of my buttocks and scraped it slightly, and his cock started to shoot bursts of cum deep inside my asshole. I groaned as it did, feeling uncomfortably stuffed as it started to seep out of me, dripping onto the floor of the shower room.

  His cock throbbed against my vaginal wall and simulated my g–spot, causing me to go over the edge as well. I held my breath and my entire body tensed up, relaxing only in short bursts as waves of pleasure and relief washed over me.

  “Ah… ahh…” I moaned, wishing the feeling would never go away.

  He leaned against me, sliding his hand upwards from my hip and fondling my breasts once more. I could feel his lips upon my neck as he slowly pulled himself away, his cock sliding out of my asshole. I reached around to grab it—to wash it, and maybe give it a last rub before our intimate time would come to an end.

  I turned my body towards him, noticing a glimmer in his eyes as I looked up. I had never seen such a look on his face again. Is he looking at me as his stepdaughter, or as his mistress? I couldn’t tell.

  I rested my head against his chest and he turned the water pressure higher, washing away all the guilt and evidence of what we had just done. One of his hands rested on my waist, and the other was caressing my wet hair—taking care of me once more.

  Suddenly, loud noises erupted from the dressing rooms—voices of girls talking loudly as they rushed through the door to change their clothes and shower. Oh dear god! I thought and looked up into Aidan’s eyes. I could tell from the expression on his face that he had heard them as well, and we both realized that we were about to be caught in the shower together—naked!

  * * *

  His Little Tease

  I looked up from my book as I heard my footsteps outside the front door. The keys rattled when someone unlocked the door, and a moment later my mother and Thomas, my stepfather, stepped into the hallway.

  “Daniela!” My mother chirped. “We have big news for you.”

  “What is it?” I asked curiously and stood up from the sofa.

  She didn’t answer immediately—instead, she and Thomas exchanged a quick, secretive glance. The mysterious aura suited him and made him look sexy—well, sexier. I hope the surprise is that you’re going away for a trip and leaving me alone with Mr. Handsome… I thought quietly to myself, looking back at my mother with innocent eyes. After taking a deep, long breath, she finally spoke:

  “I’m pregnant.”

  I stared back at her blankly. Pregnant? “Ew, you had sex?” I blurted out with a disgusted look on my face. The thought of my own mother doing anything with anyone was almost making me feel nauseated.

  She stared back at me angrily while my stepfather put his hand over his mouth to cover an amused smile. “Aren’t you happy for me?” She barked, clearly insulted.

  “Of course I am!” I defended myself, putting on my best fake smile.

  The truth is, I wasn’t happy. Ever since my mother and Thomas got together, I had been hoping for something to come between them and break them up. Not because I didn’t like him—because I did. I liked him… way too much. I wanted him to myself. Now, that was never going to happen. If you’re unhappy in your marriage, you can get a divorce. But you can’t abandon your baby.

  “Congratulations, mom.” I mumbled quietly. “I’m really happy for you.”

  “Good.” She let out as I started to walk away. “Oh, and by the way…”

  Oh, no… She never has anything positive to say when she says that. I turned around and looked into her eyes before she continued. “…Yeah?” I asked.

  “You’re going to have to give up your bedroom.” She said bluntly.

  “What?” I asked. “But where am I going to sleep?!”

  “In the attic room!” My mom continued. “It’s nice and cozy…”

  “That’s just keyword for ‘small’.” I argued. “Why can’t I keep my old room?”

  “The baby needs space.”

  “It’s the size of a fucking acorn!” I blurted out angrily. “It doesn’t need space.”

  I realized that I’d hid a sore spot when my mother’s face instantly changed to anger. Her cheeks shone bright red when she spoke to me. “Go to your room!” She commanded, furrowing her brow at me angrily.

  “Fine.” I muttered under my breath, and started walking down the hallway towards my room.

  “No.” My mom’s voice echoed against the walls. “Your other room.”

  Fuming, I turned back around and walked up the stairs. The attic room was a tiny, closet–sized room on the third floor. It had plain, white walls and a small, round window in the middle of the wall opposite of the door. There was already a small bed and an old, wooden desk, and not room for much more. With a sigh, I sat down on the bed and started planning how I was going to turn the room into my room.

  It wasn’t
long after that I could hear my stepfather’s gentle steps climb the stairs. It cheered me up a little bit—if anyone could make me feel better, it was Thomas.

  Knock, knock.

  “Come in.” I said loudly, patting down my hair and straightening out my shirt quickly.

  The door swung open quietly and Thomas’s head peeked around the corner. “…Hey.” He mumbled.

  “Hey.”

  He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with his foot, since his hands were now both busy holding a large cardboard box. “I… brought you some things.” He said sheepishly. “From your room.”

  “Thanks.” I said quietly. Despite having lived together for almost three years, Thomas and I had never gotten to know each other that well, and our conversations alone were always sort of awkward. “That was really nice of you.” I felt the need to add.

  My stepfather set the box down on the table and took a few uncertain steps towards me. “Look, Daniela…” He started, looking as if he wasn’t sure how to phrase himself. “I’m sorry about your mother. About how she treated you. That wasn’t right.”

  The look on his face was genuine, as if he truly did feel bad. I didn’t know he cared about me that much… I thought quietly, and the thought made me feel fuzzy and warm inside.

  “That’s okay…” I mumbled, feeling my cheeks turn slightly pink. “I guess the baby does need space… and it’s better if it’s close to you guys, right?” I looked up at Thomas and smiled at him.

  He smiled back and sat down on the bed next to me. “That’s a good attitude.” He said. “I used to live in a room like this.” He added suddenly. “It had a window just like that one. I used to climb out of it every night…” He chuckled to himself. “My parents never knew.” He added with a quick wink.

  “And I can listen to loud music without mum whining!” I chimed in. “Maybe this room won’t be so bad after all… actually I’m getting sort of fond of it.” I glanced around the room again, this time in a new light. I guess it is kind of cozy.

  “Well.” My stepfather let out a deep breath as he stood back up from the sofa and walked towards the door. “I have a meeting in… 25 minutes.” He said, looking down at his wristwatch, looking slightly anxious. “It’s important, so I want to be there on time. Do you want me to drop you off at the mall or something?”

  “That’s alright.” I said and smiled at him. “I want to get settled in here first.”

  “Of course.” He said, reaching out to stroke my soft hair with his rough fingers. “I’ll see you later, Dani.”

  “Good luck at your meeting!”

  “Thanks.” He smiled gratefully as he reached for the door. “I might need it.”

  I couldn’t help but to giggle as I listened to his hurried footsteps walk down the hall, clearly in a rush. Quickly, I got up and ran to the window, watching Thomas as his sleek, black car pulled out of the driveway and onto the paved street.

  As his car disappeared around the corner, I turned around and looked at the half–empty square that was now my bedroom. While I gazed across the white walls, something suddenly caught my eye—the box of things that Thomas had brought me. Curiously, I walked over and lifted the cardboard flaps that functioned as a lid.

  Mundane things stared back at me—books, bed sheets, an old stuffed toy—nothing that I really cared about. I don’t know what I expected… I thought to myself, disappointed, when I suddenly saw something thin and red sticking out at the bottom of the box—a card, stuck between the pages of an old poetry collection.

  I pulled the card loose and held it in my hand, [it has a nice decoration too] opening it slowly. Five twenty dollar bills were taped to the inside, and next to it, my stepfather’s lazy handwriting covered the page.

  Dani, I hope you’ll learn to love your new room—use this money to decorate it any way you want. Consider it an early birthday present. –Thomas. I smiled big as I removed the tape and put the money in my wallet. The card itself, however, became the first piece of decoration on my wall, sticking out from behind the window pane.

  “There…” I said to myself, smiling gleefully. “No more plain white!”

  That’s when I heard it—the faint, repetitive pounding coming from downstairs. It must have been going on for quite a while before then, but I had been too distracted to notice it. It wasn’t exactly loud, but it was loud enough to be bothersome once you did notice it.

  “That better not be that damn possum again…” I muttered to myself as I walked towards the door.

  I opened it slowly and crept through the dimly lit hallway, being careful not to make too much sound. The pounding sounded much clearer now that I was outside my room, and I was certain that there was something downstairs.

  With gentle steps, I sneaked down both sets of stairs, emerging in the bottom floor hallway. The evening sun shone in my eyes through the window in the white front door, and I lifted my hand above my eyes to shield them. At that moment, my ears picked up on another sound—that of a woman giggling.

  “…Mom?” I whispered.

  With a furrowed brow, I tip–toed through the corridor towards the source of the sound—the master bedroom—but now my annoyance had switched to suspicion. My hand shook as I placed it on the door knob and turned it slowly.

  I opened the door, but only enough to let me peek inside through the tiny gap. The pounding had stopped, and at first I saw nothing, but soon mother’s laughter broke the silence. Just after, her head popped up from underneath the blanket.

  “That was amazing…” She moaned, wrapping the blanket around her naked body.

  A hand reached out and ripped the blanket away, exposing her breasts and making her laugh again. A moment later, the rest of the person appeared next to her. It was a young man—much younger than my mother—with long, curly hair and beads of sweat rolling down his smooth cheek. His features were familiar, but I couldn’t recognize him right away. One thing I knew for sure, though—that wasn’t Thomas!

  With my mouth gaping open, I stared in through the gap for a few seconds, until I finally reached my senses and quickly closed the door again. I ran as fast and as quietly as I could back to my attic room, hoping that they hadn’t noticed me looking—I couldn’t imagine how badly my mother would treat me if she knew that I knew about her affair. She would probably send me somewhere far away…

  I ran up the stairs and into my room, closing the door shut behind me before lying back down on the bed. A million thoughts were racing through my head. Why is she cheating on Thomas? Does he know? Should I tell him? I tried to think of a reason—any reason at all—why my mother would cheat on him, but I couldn’t find one.

  I realized then that I knew who the other man was; he worked as a lifeguard at the beach that my mother frequented. I’d even seen them talking a couple of times, but I never understood what was going on… until now.

  As much as I was angry at my mother, I felt even worse for Thomas. He probably has no idea… I thought to myself, saddened. He works so hard to support them, and this is how she repays him? With a sigh, I closed my eyes and tried to think about something else—anything except what I’d just seen…

  * * *

  By the time I opened my eyes again, it was dark outside.

  “Ugh…” I mumbled groggily. “I must have dozed off.”

  I stretched my arms wide in the air and let out a big yawn, suddenly hearing my stepfather’s car door slam shut outside. That must be what woke me up! I realized as I jumped out of bed and rushed downstairs, excited to see Thomas again—and to ask him about his meeting! When I reached the second set of stairs, I slowed down because I could hear loud voices coming from the downstairs hallway.

  “You’re late.” My mother bitter voice croaked.

  “I was only gone for a couple of hours.” My stepfather defended himself.

  “You’ve been drinking, haven’t you?” She barked back.

  “What?” My stepfather sounded surprised. “Of course I haven’t! I’ve be
en at the meeting the whole time!”

  “How am I supposed to trust you with the baby, if I can’t even trust you to come home on time?”

  “‘On time’? I’m a grown ass man!” My stepfather answered, annoyed. “I didn’t realize I had a curfew.”

  “And where’s Daniela?” My mother continued. “Did you forget her somewhere too?!”

  “She’s home.” Thomas answered, the frustration sounding clear in his voice. “She’s been home all day, I just saw her bike in the driveway.”

  My mother paused, and for a moment nothing was said. “What?” She asked eventually.

  “She wanted to stay home.”

  “I see.”

  “Is something wrong?” Thomas asked suspiciously.

  “No, everything’s just fine.” My mother chirped back, as happy as ever.

  “…Good.”

  I could hear Thomas place his bag down on the floor and start to get undressed, and my mother’s footsteps walked back into the other room. After a moment of silence, I finally felt comfortable walking down the last set of stairs. My stepfather turned around at the sound of my footsteps, and his face shone up when he laid his eyes on me.

  “Hello, Dani!” He said and smiled widely.

  “Hi, Daddy.” I smiled back and ran up to give him a hug. “How did it go?”

  With an excited look on his face, Thomas opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by my mother’s sharp steps walking back into the hallway. Without looking at me, she quickly spoke;

  “I’m going out with some friends. I don’t know when I’ll be home.”

  Thomas looked disappointed for a second, but put on a stone face and answered in a calm voice: “If that’s what you want.”

  My mother turned and stared back at him angrily. “I feel very stressed right now! I need to get out of this fucking house!”

  Thomas didn’t answer, and she continued quickly out the front door, practically slamming it shut behind her as she shouted ‘goodbye’. Thomas blinked a few times, as if he was struggling to understand what just happened. After a few seconds, he coughed awkwardly and hung his coat on a hook on the wall.