EROTICA: 10 GROUP MMF FIRST TIME TABOO BRAT SEX STORIES (MEGA COLLECTION BUNDLE: Man of the House, MFF, MMF, Alpha Men Gang, Menage Romance — BONUS FREE BOOK: Stepbrother Forbidden Romance)

by Sophia Taboo

  I half-smiled and tried to ignore the sound of his delicious body slicing through the water. “Aww, your concern is really touching Max! Don’t worry about me, I’m fine. It’s just this goddamn heat. I’m all hot and sticky, and it’s driving me crazy.” She doesn’t know how true that is, and that the wettest, stickiest part of my body is between my creamy thighs.

  Maxine’s eyes sparkled impishly as she checked out my stepdad again, and I could tell that I wasn’t the only one feeling slightly hot and bothered. “Well, it just so happens I have the perfect cure for what ails you. Let’s get into our bikinis and go for a little dip with the mystery hottie. That should help alleviate the heat.”

  Maxine unbuttoned her white shirt, sweat dribbling down the hollow of her throat as I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Not a good idea babe. The dude is sullen and offish, and the only things he seems to care about are his precious books and his Bentley.”

  Maxine had small, shapely breasts that were topped with horizontal steel piercings, and elegant lines of script and delicately wrought starlings were tattooed across her bronzed skin. “So you know this guy? That’s perfect!” Wouldn’t you rather lose your virginity to someone you know, who has a fucking Bentley, than some stranger in the backseat of a broken-down jalopy? Come babe, I’ll warm him up for you.”

  A lazy afternoon dip in the pool with the sexually voracious Maxine and the stepfather I have secretly lusted over for the past few years? That’s exactly the kind of situation I was hoping to avoid! “I thought we agreed the subject of my virginity was off-topic?”

  Maxine stepped out her skirt and kicked it away lazily. She was only wearing her lacy black bra, a scandalous pair of crotchless panties and the thin layer of sweat coating her glorious teen body. “What? I’m supposed to ignore the giant elephant lurking in the room? I’m getting you laid this summer Jessica Samuels, end of story, and that hunk of fine floating in the pool seems like the perfect tool to break you in.”

  I dragged myself from the comfort of my pillows and perched on the end of my bed, my hazel eyes fixed on Maxine’s black panties. “Just because you’re the resident slut doesn’t mean that I have to jump on every cock that swings my way. Not everyone can be as blissfully hedonistic as you all the time.”

  If she was a different kind of person, Maxine may have been offended by my outburst. But she embraced her skankiness like a badge of honour, and she flicked her clit suggestively through the aperture in her filigree black panties in response to my scolding. “I’ll stop bugging you about your pesky maidenhood when it’s finally been taken. Come on Jess! It’ll be even better than when I fingered you at that after-party. You liked that, remember?”

  I blushed again at drunken memories of Maxine’s fingers burrowing inside me while she suckled on my tit. I had enjoyed it, even though I knew the whole lesbian thing wasn’t for me. Maxine is super-hot, and her fingers felt like heaven thrumming against my g-spot while she lapped at my erect nipple with her pierced tongue. But something was missing from the exchange, something big, thick and pulsating. No doubt Roger’s cock would fit the bill quite nicely…

  I chose not to divulge these particular desires to Maxine, who would probably use the information in some filthy scheme devised in her twisted sexual imagination. “This is a completely different situation, and you know it.”

  Maxine inserted one of her fingers into the gap in her panties, and her back arched as she twirled her engulfed fingertip around in slow, sticky circles. “Mmmm, imagine my finger times ten, banging up against your spot until all you can do is scream like a whore and gouge red lines into his sweaty back.” She pulled out her damp fingertip and sniffed it. “I think the babe in the pool would love to get a whiff of this.”

  A cold stab of (hopefully) irrational anger twisted in my guts as I thought of my stepdad spreading Maxine’s legs and running his engorged prick along her inflamed pussy-lips. “I know this may seem unfathomable to you, but I have to draw a line here. First off Max, that’s my stepdad Roger. My bitch of a mother led me to believe he was presenting a lecture in Paris this weekend, so I don’t know what he’s doing here. Secondly-“

  “Your stepdad?!” Maxine’s sensual lips were a wide O of amazement, and she sauntered over to the window bare-chested to get another look. “Well, fuck me silly! You never told me that the dreaded Roger was such an absolute fucking babe! He definitely doesn’t look like a philosophy professor, with those fireman’s arms and that six-pack. I wonder if he goes for the alternative type…”

  I snapped my fingers to steal her attention away from my handsome stepdad. “Secondly; don’t even try to get your little hooks into him. I may not be the biggest fan of my mother, but that is the guy she chose to marry after splitting from my dad. I don’t need shit getting all Jerry Springer up in here, I won’t have it. So put your little homewrecker fantasies to bed and step away from the window before he sees you.”

  “Him seeing me is exactly the fucking point. And if he can’t resist me, well, maybe I’m doing your mom a favour.” She squeezed her pierced nipples playfully while pirouetting in front of the open window, a heavenly breeze caressing her exposed skin. ‘Your mom is still on the East Coast, right? Roger must be feeling pretty lonely…”

  Ok, this is starting to piss me off. “I can see that familiar look in your eyes, and I know you’re thinking about fucking him. If you go near him Maxine, that will be the facebook-official end of our friendship. He wouldn’t be interested in some silly schoolgirl crush anyway, not Roger. He likes sophisticated women with careers and ambitions, not his stepdaughter’s oversexed friends. So just mind your own fucking business, and keep your hands to yourself around Roger.”

  The second that I finished my spiel I knew that I had gone too far. The thought of Maxine’s lithe physique intertwining with Roger’s had tweaked a jealous nerve, and the deluge tumbled from my mouth before I knew what I was saying. I wanted to keep my shameful passion a secret, and here I am spilling my guts because of a silly, unnecessary bout of jealousy! I might as well have told her that I used to play with myself in the lounge while watching TV with Roger, using an artfully arranged pillow to hide my slippery fingers as they massaged my swollen clit.

  Maxine flicked her blonde fringe from her indigo eyes as she watched me, the corner of her lips twitching as realization dawned on her. “You devious little SLUT! You have a crush on your stepdad! And I thought I was the sick one! I can’t say I blame you though. I’d transgress with that guy any day of the fucking week, stepdad or not.”

  Fuck, how could I be so transparent? “You’re so… fucking wrong,” I stammered unconvincingly as sunlight glimmered off Maxine’s nipple piercings. “I don’t want to fu… sleep with Roger at all. I just don’t think it’s cool for you to seduce my mother’s husband…”

  Maxine blew her lips together and giggled. “Are you kidding me Jess? You know, you’re a terrible fucking liar. I know you don’t give a shit about your pill-popping, workaholic mother, and now you want me to stay away from Roger for fear of hurting her? Don’t make me laugh! You’re just pissed off that I’m stepping into your territory, you hopeless deviant!”

  I sat on the bed and hugged my knees to my chest protectively, a fierce blush creeping across my chest and neck. “I’m disgusting,” I said softly, my voice barely audible as I squeezed my eyes shut and rocked gently back and forth. “He’s my stepdad for God’s sake, nearly fifty years old.”

  Maxine gasped in astonishment. “Almost fifty? From where I’m standing, the guy looks like he’s carved out of stone.”

  I smiled to myself as I thought of his powerful fingers coiling around the steel shafts of weights and his muscular legs pumping mercilessly on the treadmill downstairs. “He works out a lot, watches what he eats. He says that life may be a meaningless pile of nothing, but that doesn’t mean he should let his body fall apart before it’s time.”

  “A body-conscious philosopher? Interesting,” mused Maxine as she rattled her glossy black f
ingernails along the windowpane.

  I felt the hot trickle of tears scalding my cheeks as I looked up at Maxine. “I’ve known him since I was fifteen. He took me to friends’ sleepovers and watched my field hockey games, and the whole time I wondered what it would be like to kiss him, to have his weight pressing down on me while I stared into his gorgeous grey eyes. I wished my mom would die in her sleep or run away with the guy who trims our hedges; anything to let me be alone with him. Do you know how guilty that makes me feel?”

  Maxine said nothing as she drummed her fingers on the windowsill, the cool ocean wind licking her bare ass. If Roger did happen to sneak a peek at his introverted stepdaughter’s bedroom window, he would get a fairly illuminating view of Maxine’s firm young ass. None of that mattered as I shared my darkest secret with my best friend. The world had shrunk down to the steady dribble of awful truth leaking from my lips, and there was no going back now that I had started.

  “Do you have any idea what it’s like to love someone, to want someone so fucking bad that you have to excuse yourself from the dinner-table just so you can go upstairs and finger your twat until it finally stops tingling? You always wonder why I don’t hook up with the sexy boys you introduce me to at parties, and now you know. Yes, those guys are cute and they’re probably the right thing for me, but I don’t want the right thing. I want the worst thing, the handsome, rugged man I’m supposed to call Daddy, and it’s tearing me apart.”

  I broke down with a series of violent sobs, no longer able to hide the torment I’d been wrestling with for three tortuous years. Maxine shot one final glance at Roger before turning away from the window and reaching for her swimming attire. She slipped into a white bikini that did nothing to hide her prominent nipple piercings and walked over to me, her warm hand resting on my shoulder as she kissed the top of my trembling head.

  “Never be ashamed of the things your body wants babe, especially when it’s perfectly natural.” Maxine’s voice was a tremulous whisper in my ear as she pressed her sun-baked lips against it. “I’m your best friend, and you don’t ever have to apologize to me about your desires. I know you think my advice isn’t worth a damn, but for your own good Jess, hear me out. I say you should fuck the shit out of him, until he can’t walk straight and your cunt is begging you for a reprieve. And don’t think you’re not good or pretty enough for the esteemed Dr Samuels. You’re a hot little number Jess! It pains me to admit it, but you’re even hotter than me, and you need to know that! You have a body designed to drive men crazy, and a few women too. If you want him to be your daddy, then make him your daddy. You have all the equipment necessary to have him eating out of your hand and begging you for seconds. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get wet before my brain fries in this fucking heat. And don’t worry, I’m not going to fuck your boyfri… oops, I mean stepdad. You saw him first.”

  I wiped my eyes with my shirtsleeve as Maxine exited the room, her pert ass sashaying seductively beneath the tiny white strings of her bikini. Her sudden departure following my heartfelt confession left me feeling slightly deflated, and I rested my head in my hands and waited for the final tremors of emotion to subside.

  Maxine says I have nothing to worry about, but that glistening body of hers will no doubt be quite alluring to Roger, I thought with no small degree of malice as I sidled over to my full-body mirror. Following a gawky adolescence replete with spotty skin and hideous braces, I didn’t have a particularly positive relationship with my own body. When I was an awkward girl, I found my eyes wandering to the most minute flaws and imperfections every time I looked in the mirror. But I was eighteen now, and even I could see that there was some truth in Maxine’s praise.

  Not bad, I thought to myself as I twirled slowly in front of the mirror. My hair was a raven-black tumble of curls that I kept straight with my trusty hair-iron, and it framed a pale, oval-shaped face that many lovestruck young boys at school were enamoured with. My eyes were a rich hazel colour, and my lips were soft and full. Where Maxine was fit and willowy, my young body was lush and voluptuous. My tits had filled out wonderfully since my flat-chested early teens, mutating from virtually non-existent beestings into gorgeously shaped 36Cs that turned heads whenever I decided to show off my cleavage. They stood proudly beneath my white cotton shirt, and beneath them I had a flat, hard stomach that flared out into luscious hips, a delicious ass and long, pale legs that went on for days.

  Surely Roger must notice me, I thought as I flattened my red skirt down with my hands and pouted for the mirror. Lots of the boys I met said that they couldn’t believe I was a virgin, especially considering the fact that I possessed the body of a wanton sex goddess. Surely if my body is tempting enough for the private school brats, Roger must have paid attention to its steady growth, I reasoned before walking to the window and peering down at the love of my young life.

  He was swimming lengths with consummate ease, his muscular body darting beneath the brilliant blue water while Maxine traipsed over to the pool carrying a pair of elaborate cocktails. I almost gasped when he emerged from the water and accepted a drink from my smiling, obviously flirtatious friend. This was partly because I couldn’t stand the sight of him chatting to my nut-brown, sexually experienced friend, but mostly because my body went weak and my virgin pussy trembled every time I saw Roger.

  He was the embodiment of every sexually curious young woman’s fantasy of the handsome older man, and his fierce wit and intelligence only made him more desirable. His shoulder-length black hair was flecked with smudges of charcoal-grey, and wrinkles creased the corners of his smoldering grey eyes, but these details only endeared him to me more when I lay sleepless at night and imagined he was in bed beside me. Droplets of water beaded on his wide shoulder-blades as he rested his elbows on the pool’s edge and accepted the drink from Maxine. His large, powerful hands looked more worthy of a bricklayer than an existential philosopher, and the extravagant cocktail appeared tiny with those burly fingertips wrapped around its crystal base.

  I couldn’t make out what they were saying to each other over the gentle lap of the water and my music, but it didn’t matter. Maxine was putting on her most desperate come-hither performance, tossing her blonde fringe and gently stroking his wet shoulder while he fidgeted uncomfortably and checked his waterproof watch. See Max. He doesn’t have time for silly little girls. He’s counting down the seconds until he can get away from your clutches and back to the solitude of his writing. Pleased by this development (and silently wishing that he would take the time to notice at least one silly little girl), I closed my window on Maxine’s failed seduction and undressed.

  Now, what to wear, I thought as I tossed my underwear aside and rummaged through my clothes. Maxine was fucking the gorgeous lead singer of a local screamo band, and she insisted that we were going to watch them perform at a seedy punk-club later that night. While I wasn’t entirely looking forward to an evening spent with Maxine and her tragically hip social circle, I knew it was a good idea to get out of the house and put some distance between me and Roger. Maxine may have told me to seduce him, but she isn’t the one who would have to live with the consequences of fucking your mother’s husband. My best bet is total avoidance, I thought while I extracted a few risqué articles of clothing.

  Hmmm, I’m feeling pretty ironic today, I thought while musing over the best possible outfit for a night with the emo-crowd. So I pulled on some lacy knee-socks, a tiny, fuck-me pink miniskirt with a matching blouse and frilly black underwear. I will be the bright little bauble hanging out with the nightwalkers tonight, I thought as I rolled the red knee-socks up to my velvety thighs. Liberal doses of black mascara and red lipstick completed my babydoll look, and I ignored what the outfit suggested about my latent daddy issues and descended the stairs in search of Maxine.

  I was perplexed to find my lounge and kitchen empty, and Roger and Maxine were nowhere to be seen when I scanned the placid pool. With a sense of dread settling in my stomach like an undigested gob
stopper, I tiptoed to Roger’s office down the hall. No, she wouldn’t do it, I thought with a mixture of hope and trepidation as the floorboards creaked beneath my feet and I neared Roger’s out-of-bounds writing room. Surely she wouldn’t be that heartless?

  Imagine my surprise when I pushed open the door and saw my ruggedly handsome stepfather piledriving into Maxine’s tight cunt from behind, his eyes screwed tightly closed while he spanked her tanned ass. She was doubled over a leather armchair, and her blue eyes met mine while Roger buried his cock in her dripping pussy.

  “Sorry babe, I couldn’t resist myself,” she whimpered between a series of throaty moans. “He’s just so fucking good!”

  Roger paled when he realized I was standing there, and his massive erection was drenched with Maxine’s juices when he pulled it out and tried unsuccessfully to hide it with his hands. “But, but, I thought you said Jess was out with a boy,” he murmured while backing into his mahogany desk and yanking up his pants.

  “But baby, I was so close to cumming! Aren’t you going to finish me off?”

  Maxine’s insatiable sexual appetite knew no bounds, and I couldn’t believe that she wanted him to continue despite the livid expression on my face. I was disgusted and outraged by this shocking development, and I knew that my friendship with her was now officially bust. But more than these feelings of betrayal and revulsion, I was incredibly aroused, my virgin slit leaking at the eye-popping sight of Roger’s inflamed cock. Filled with a sense of purpose I had never felt before, I grabbed Maxine’s discarded bikini bottoms and tossed them at her sweaty face.

  “Get out bitch, and don’t you ever think about coming back. I have some things to discuss with my stepdad.”

  Chapter 2

  Roger was caught, quite literally, with his pants down, and a thousand different undesirable outcomes must have raced through his head after Maxine’s bare ass disappeared through the doorway. He probably thought about the inevitable collapse of his marriage and the messiness of upcoming divorce proceedings. He was certainly humiliated, standing there in his wet shorts with his cock deflating and his hair in wild disarray. But he surely hadn’t anticipated my unusual request…