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

by Olivia R. Gasm

  “What the fuck is this mess?” My mother screamed angrily from the kitchen. “You’re home alone all fucking day, can’t you at least wash the fucking dishes while I’m gone?!”

  Ugh, looks like she’s in one of those moods again… I quickly wrapped a towel around my body and skipped across the bathroom and hallway as quickly and quietly as I could, leaving a trail of semen on the floor as I ran. My mother was already walking up the stairs, and I closed the door to my bedroom just as she rounded the corner and entered the hallway. I’d made it just in time. Unless my mom was staring at the floor as she walked through the hallway, there was no way she was going to find out I just fucked her husband.

  And I liked it, too.

  * * *

  The next day, I walked into school feeling happier and more confident than I had in a very long time. I’d gotten betrayed, expelled and lost my virginity—all in the span of just a few hours—and I’d emerged on the other side as a new person. A moth transforming into a butterfly, if you will.

  I placed my book bag into my locker while smirking to myself, thinking about last night and how it had been. Steven never did tell my mother what happened, just like I never told her what happened between him and me that night (and all the nights that were about to come, even though I wasn’t aware of it yet.) I would call it our little secret, but let’s face it—there’s nothing small about Steven.

  When the school bell rang to mark the start of first period, I took my pencil case and notebook out of my locker and closed it behind me. On my way to English class I passed Emmett and his friends lounging in the hallway sofa, when a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed my upper arm. Annoyed, I looked down and ripped my arm out of the stern grip. It was Jimmy.

  “Watch it!” I said. “I almost dropped my stuff.”

  “Wow, aren’t you feisty all of the sudden?” Jimmy laughed.

  Emmett, who had been sitting on the table, suddenly stood up and crossed his arms over his chest. “Did you give any thought to what I said earlier?” He asked, sharing a quick glance with Jimmy and Samuel, who now giggled quietly to himself. Laugh all you want, fucker, I’m not doing your homework for you.

  Therese, who had been sitting on the edge of the couch and absentmindedly playing with her phone, suddenly looked up. She didn’t say anything, but she gave me a look that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Before I had time to figure out what it mean, she turned her head back down and her long, straight hair covered her face like a curtain.

  “…I mean, since you said you were cool and all.” Emmett continued and looked at me slyly.

  “Yeah, I did think about it.” I told him.

  “And?”

  “And I’m not interested.” I said dryly. “Like, ever.”

  Emmett was starting to look uncertain, and he glanced quickly around at his friends for support. Jimmy was the first to pipe up. “Hey, I gave you cigarettes!” He said angrily. “We had a deal, you fucking thief. Either do your part, or give me 20 bucks.”

  “Jimmy’s right,” Emmett said. “A deal’s a deal, Brandy.”

  “Do you know what you can do with your so–called deal?” I said and stared into his eyes.

  “…What?”

  “You can go fuck yourself with it.”

  Someone gasped loudly. I didn’t care who it was—I’d already turned around and was half–way to English class already. I was done with Emmett, hopefully forever. I was never going to let him treat me that way again, and as far as I knew, he didn’t even go to the same school as me.

  “Brandy, wait!” A feminine voice suddenly called out behind me.

  Curious, I turned around. It was Therese.

  “Therese?” I asked and furrowed my brow. “What is it?”

  “Look…” She said quickly. “I know Emmett what Emmett did to you, and I think that was really lame of him. And, also…That was really cool what you did back there. You know, standing up to Emmett and all that. I just wanted to let you know.”

  “Oh,” I smiled at her. “Thanks.”

  “You have English now, right?” She asked and nodded towards the door at the end of the hallway.

  “Yeah!”

  “Mind if I walk with you to class?”

  “Not at all,” I smiled widely at her. “… but won’t Emmett be mad that you’re talking to me?”

  I shot a quick glance over my shoulder. Emmett was staring at me with a mixture of anger and confusion on his face. I guess he’s not used to being told ‘no’.

  “In that case, I guess he can take his opinion and go fuck himself with it.” Therese laughed.

  * * *

  Doubled Down Hard from Behind

  I quietly walked up behind my stepfather and wrapped my arms around his waist. “I have a surprise for you.” I whispered into his ear. It was my 19th birthday, and I’d just come home from a long and exhausting—but extremely fun—day of partying with my closest girlfriends. I’d told them that I was tired and wanted to go to bed early tonight, and coupled with a few, fake yawns, nobody doubted my story. None of them knew the truth about what I was truly planning to do tonight, and I wasn’t about to tell them yet.

  Startled, he jumped a little bit before turning his head to look at me. “A surprise?” He asked curiously, taking my hands into his, smiling flirtatiously. “What is it?”

  “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise anymore,” I giggled. Slowly, my hands started to slide down the front of his body. His body was chiseled and strong, and from looking at him you’d think he was in his twenties—not his forties. “…But I can show you.”

  I lowered my head down to and placed my face close to his neck, and let my lips drag softly across his suntanned skin. His heart rate picked up, and was now beating quickly against my ear.

  “I have a feeling that it’s not a new tie.” He said.

  “Nope.” I said with a snicker and started to drag Kenneth down the hallway and into the closet. He followed willingly, gripping my small, soft hand in his calloused one. Without bothering to turn the lights on, I pushed him inside and closed the door slowly behind us.

  I fell to my knees in front of him and looked up into his big, hazelnut brown eyes while running my hands up and down the outside of his wide legs. He looked excited and nervous all at the same time, just like he did every time we did this. It had been almost one whole year since the first time we’d had sex, and we’d done it dozens of times since then—if not more.

  This time, though, it was different. I’d accidentally stumbled upon a tutorial video on how to make your man happy, so to speak, and I’d ended up spending all of last night reading about blow job techniques and tips on how to give the perfect blowjob. That was my surprise; I was going to take Kenneth in my mouth for the first time, and it was going to be amazing.

  “It seems a bit strange that it’d your birthday, and yet here you are giving me a surprise.” Kenneth said and furrowed his brows. He’d already given me a beautiful, golden necklace earlier in front of my mother, but I knew that he had something else hidden up his sleeve. He always did.

  “It makes me happy to see you happy,” I smiled up at him. “So, in a way, it’s a present for both of us. Besides…” My smile twisted into a sly, devious grin. “…don’t you have a surprise for me too?”

  Kenneth snorted and threw his arms up in the air. “All right, you got me,” He smirked back. “It’s in the basement, but I can’t give it to you until your mother leaves.”

  When we moved into this house five years ago, my mom and Kenneth had made a compromise. There was only one spare room, but both of them wanted their own hobby room. In the end, Kenneth gave in and let my mother have the spare room, while he got the basement. After remodeling it, it had turned into a large, open and very cozy man–lair. It was twice as big as the spare room, but the downside was that it was only accessible through a long set of stairs, and there were no windows. Needless to say, Kenneth and I had met there many times against my mother’s knowledge.


  “Oooh,” I let out. “In the basement? It must be something big!”

  Kenneth winked. “I know you’ll love it. You’ve talked about it before, too.”

  Instead of getting caught up in wondering what it might be, I decided to continue working on giving Kenneth his surprise. My hands reached up and grabbed the zipper of his jeans, ready to open them and pull them down over his hips. His fat cock was already hard, throbbing against my knuckles as I unzipped him.

  “Wait,” He said suddenly in a hushed voice. “Your mother is in the next room, but she’s leaving soon…. shouldn’t we wait?”

  In less than half an hour, my mother was leaving to Spain for a ‘business trip’. That’s what she called it, anyway, but I knew the truth. Every time it was a different location, but it was always a vacation spot, and every time she packed three skimpy bikinis and a big box of condoms. I knew it, Kenneth knew it… She wasn’t any better than we were. And besides, I didn’t want to wait half an hour just for that. It was my birthday, after all! Shouldn’t I get to make some of the decisions?

  “Why bother?” I smirked at Kenneth. “It’ll just be more exciting this way.”

  He glanced nervously between the door and me, but eventually he gave in and smiled instead. “Fine,” He said. “Have it your way, but we’re in big trouble if we get caught!”

  “I know,” I said and bit my lip as I pulled his pants down the last of the way. “I just don’t care.”

  He was wearing a pair of tight, dark blue boxer briefs, and the outline of his big cock was clearly visible against stretchy fabric. I hooked my fingers around the seam and pulled his undies down, slowly wiggling them lower and lower over his hips until his cock was fully visible.

  “Oh, I see where this is going…” Kenneth mumbled and ran his fingers through my blonde hair. “Maybe it’s just because of what you’re about to do to me, but you look extra beautiful tonight… are you wearing make–up?”

  “Are you saying I’m not beautiful normally?” I asked in a theatrically offended tone.

  “I’m definitely not saying that,” Kenneth said sharply. “Because that would make me a liar.”

  I giggled and wrapped my fingers around his stiff shaft, slowly stroking his foreskin up and down over it. He grunted lovingly and closed his eyes, letting his fingers entwine and tug at my long hair. His fingers were surprisingly strong, but he knew how and where to grip so that it wouldn’t hurt me. That wasn’t an easy task, either, because my body was unusually sensitive to pain and stimuli.

  “Been a while since you gave me a handy,” Kenneth said as he leaned backwards against the wall. “Your hand fits so perfectly around it. I’ve missed it.”

  “I’m not going to give you a handjob…” I said and smiled faintly to myself.

  Kenneth lifted his eyelids and looked down at me with a mixture of disappointment and curiosity in his half–closed eyes. “Then why am I standing in the closet with my pants around my ankles?” He asked, still in a hushed voice.

  Without answering, I licked my lips and leaned forward. I looked deeply into Kenneth’s eyes while I slowly parted my lips and moved them closer towards his cock. My lips wrapped around the swollen head, while my hand gently moved his foreskin up and down over his shaft. A surprised moan escaped his throat and echoed through the closet, and he quickly bit down on his bottom lip to stop another one from escaping.

  His cock was fleshy and felt somewhat like rubber, and a faint taste of salt appeared on my tongue when I licked the tip of his cock. My free hand reached out and stroked the backside his naked, hairy thigh, pushing him closer towards myself. Kenneth gripped the window frame and squeezed it tightly until his knuckles turned white. His head tilted down, causing his black hair to drape over his face and cover his eyes like a sheer curtain. Through the gaps of his hair, I could see him look at me with arousal and need.

  The creaking of wood could be heard from the other side of the wall, which signaled that my mother was waking up from her nap. Kenneth and I could hear her get up and yawn loudly as she walked through the hallway to the bathroom, passing right outside the door. There was no reason for my mother to suddenly swing open the closet door, so I kept on playing with the head of Kenneth’s cock. He, however, seemed more agitated.

  “Should we stop?” He whispered and threw his head back. Beads of sweat had started to roll down the sides of his forehead, and the room itself seemed to be heating up around us. “I mean this feels great, but if your mother finds out…”

  I pulled my head away for a brief second and let Kenneth’s cock slip out of my mouth. “She won’t.” I whispered back, then quickly dove forward and took him into my mouth again.

  “If you’re sure…” Kenneth said hesitantly and gripped my hair harder with his left hand.

  With my hand wrapped tighter around his base, I pulled his foreskin down and slowly started to move my lips further down across his shaft. My tongue rolled around his tip, licking and lubricating it with my spit to ease the way for my red–flushed lips. Kenneth lifted his hand and bit into it, muting another faint moan, and his thigh had started to shiver beneath my hand.

  A faint, warm blush had appeared on my cheeks, and it was slowly spreading to my throat and chest. Hearing and feeling Kenneth’s pleasure was making me turned on in a way I’d never felt before. My pussy lips felt swollen and wet, and they rubbed pleasantly against each other when my body rocked gently back and forth on the closet floor.

  The topside of Kenneth’s cock was rubbing against the top of my mouth, and he seemed to be swelling inside of me. His cock grew and expanded, pressing my lips further apart. “Ugh…” He groaned quietly. “I’m so close, Kathy. Maybe I should pull out and go to the bathroom before—oh wait, shit, your mother is in there…”

  I shook my head gently and hummed disapprovingly around Kenneth’s cock, causing it to vibrate faintly. If he was going to cum, he wasn’t going to cum into his hand or in the sink—he was going to cum in my mouth. I pressed my lips tighter around his shaft and moved my head faster and faster across his length until it was almost entering my throat. Kenneth’s breathing became sharp and shallow, and he seemed to understand what I was trying to tell him.

  His hand gripped tightly around my hair, and I could feel his fingernails scraping against my scalp. It hurt a little bit but I enjoyed the pain, because it meant that he was close—and that was all because of me. There was something strangely erotic about the knowledge that I’d brought him this close to an orgasm, and I could also be the one to deny him his climax. Of course, I wasn’t going to. At least not this time.

  With a deep, heavy breath, Kenneth finally went over the edge. His cock swelled up to its final size, and a few seconds later started to shoot burst after burst of warm goo into my mouth. It shot straight down my throat and I hardly had enough time to taste it, but it tasted faintly like salt and musk.

  “Mmm…” I moaned and swallowed reflexively, feeling his seed slip down my throat and into my stomach.

  I continued to move my lips up and down over his shaft, milking him of his last drops until I was sure that he had emptied everything into my mouth. I pulled away with a smile, wiping the side of my mouth with the back of my hand.

  Kenneth slid down and sat on the floor beside me, smiling happily. “Wow,” Was all he said for a long time. He rested his head against the wall and took heavy, deep breaths that made his chest heave up and down. “That was amazing. Damn… I don’t know if I can keep my hands off you now that I know!”

  I giggled and curled up in Kenneth’s armpit, letting my hand stroke his hairy, warm chest. “I’ve been researching,” I admitted. “It was a lot easier than I imagined.”

  “Then maybe you can do it more often.” Kenneth winked and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

  “Maybe!” I said and shrugged. “We do have the house for ourselves all weekend, after all…”

  Kenneth looked at me with a glint in his eyes. “I don’t think we’ll have much time
for chores.” He said with a chuckle. “Unless you want to blow me while I do the dishes.”

  “I’m not impossible to convince.” I giggled.

  The bathroom door swung open outside in the hallway, and I could hear my mother’s heavy footsteps walking down the stairs. “Kenneth?” My mother’s deep voice called out. “Where are you? I’m leaving soon.”

  Kenneth lifted himself up from the floor and held out his hand in front of me. I took it and he pulled me up to my feet. “We—well, I, should probably get dressed.” He mumbled in a quiet voice. “Then I can finally show you that surprise of yours.”

  I groaned loudly at the thought of waiting even longer. I felt like I was about to bubble over with excitement; like a kettle of boiling water that had been on the stove for too long. “I can’t wait to see what it is!” I said and smiled eagerly.

  Kenneth smiled back and ran his fingers through my hair one last time. While we’d been talking, he’d pulled his boxers and pants up, and he was now in the process of zipping up his pants. He left first, after giving me a quick peck on the cheek, while I waited in the closet until he was downstairs. Then, I walked in front of the full–length mirror in the hallway and smoothed out any stray hairs and wrinkles in my clothes, before finally making my way down the stairs.

  My mother was standing in the by the door, with her overstuffed suitcase right at her feet. It looked like someone had attached an air pump to it and inflated it like a balloon, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if it suddenly had gone off with a loud bang. She turned around at the sound of my footsteps and looked up at me, smiling widely. Kenneth, who had been standing beside her, looked up as well.

  “I’m so excited to finally be going,” She said, as if we didn’t already know. It was all she’d been talking about for the past three days, all the while I’d had to bite my tongue in order not to say anything spiteful. Their relationship was their business—no matter how strange it seemed to me. Even though I’d asked about it many times, Kenneth had never told me what was truly going on between them, or even why they were still together. “I hope you’ll keep the litter box clean.” My mom added and shot a stern look at my stepfather. “You know Ms. Prissy doesn’t like to use it when—”