Big Book of Smut (42 page)

Biting her lip, Sara whispered, “Yes, please.”

“Louder.”

“Yes please!”

Jason didn’t ask again, instead he positioned himself behind her, lifted her hips up and slid back inside, pressing her shoulders into the covers so her head was on the bed and her ass and pussy in the air. She pulled back on her restraints wanting to reposition herself, but she could barely move her arms or her legs from how he had arranged her. It was frustrating not being able to do exactly what she wanted, instead waiting for what she would get. Submissive had never been her game, but it was like his dick was rewarding her compliance. Maybe, just maybe, she could let go and totally enjoy it.

What she was getting was more than good enough to lose herself in the moment. With every thrust she could feel a little more of her cream trailing down her thighs, and the mental image of his cock, slick and juicy, sliding into her only turned her on more.

Sara concentrated and flexed her inner muscles, tightening her pussy’s grip around Jason’s cock, smiling to herself when he grunted, withdrew and slammed back inside. His thrusts became shallow, slower.

Opening her mouth to protest, she closed it quickly again when when she felt his hand running over one cheek then sliding down her seam, pausing at her puckered hole.

Her eyes widened as she felt him press a finger experimentally against her ass. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d had a man fuck her ass, but she was ready to orgasm around his dick right now. The pressure of him holding her down with one hand, while she felt him thickening inside her was enough to push her to the tip, but not over.

“I’m going to fuck your ass,” Jason said, pressing a thumb into her hole.

“Fuck,” she groaned against the sheets. “Fuuuuck!”

“You got it.” He was stretching her slightly, twisting his thumb and adding another finger, stretching her slowly, preparing her to be impaled on his cock.

Sara panted into the sheets as Jason stopped thrusting. He withdrew slowly then repositioned so that she could feel him pressing his cock at her asshole, and then pushing once, twice, and on the third time, his pussy-lubed dick was squeezing inside, just passing her tight muscle to gently enter her ass. She felt that sensation of fire, at once testing and pleasing her.

Despite the restraints, despite knowing Jason was in charge, Sara, impatiently, pushed back on him and took him all the way in, his balls resting on her lower ass as his fingers dug into her back.

He picked up the pace, rocking into her until she was screaming again, not caring how loud she was being as her second orgasm ripped through her, so intense that she thought she might faint. Her muscles clamped around Jason’s cock, milking him until he cried out and unloaded his seed inside her. When he pulled out, she collapsed face forward on the bed, breathing hard through the aftershocks of a damn fine fucking. She felt dizzy, weak…and still tied up. Damn Jason. He was good.

“Untie me.” Her words came out muffled so she shifted her head away from the pillow and muttered them again.

Jason crawled over, untying each limb then collapsing against her.

“Why haven’t we done that before?” Sara asked when her breathing was even again.

“Because you’re fucking Nate, Rick and TJ. Hard to get a look in, no pun intended.”

Sara rolled over and sat up in shock, gaping at Jason. “How do you know?” she asked, her eyes wide with surprise. She had done everything she could to keep her various relationships quiet. Snatched moments here and there, time when she could get it with each of her guys. It was frustrating at times, tiring and so, so exciting. Some days she felt like she was floating through life, waiting for her next adventure to begin with one of her favorite guys.

“I didn’t. It was a guess, until now. So you’re screwing them all, huh?”

“Yeah, and you can’t say anything.”

“Why not?”

“Because Nate doesn’t know about TJ and Rick, and TJ and Rick know about each other but not Nate.” Crap. Her life was getting way too complicated.

“You ever thought about just picking one and sticking to him?”

Sara frowned. “Where’s the fun in that?” It wasn’t like she hadn’t thought of it though, but she couldn’t imagine staying with Nate and only Nate, and she’d started thinking of her stepbrothers as a package deal, who would fuck her together, or separately, or one after the other. Now Nate’s brother was in the mix. She was either the luckiest girl in the world, or she was totally screwed. Well, she was definitely screwed and right now, in the most fantastic way. She flopped back on the bed.

Jason rolled his head towards her and, unexpectedly laughed. “What are you going to do when one of them bows out?”

“Respect their decision.” Yeah, she’d thought about that, too.

“And when one of them wants to be your only guy?”

“Hell if I know.” Sara rolled onto her side and faced him. “Are you going to keep my secret?”

“For now.”

“Thank you.”

Jason laughed again. “Damn girl, you are going to get into serious trouble.”

“I hope so. You can tie me up again if I get too naughty.”

“You got yourself a deal.”

Sara shuffled forward and kissed him. She had an idea things were probably going to get a whole lot naughtier in her crazy life.

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Scoring With My Stepbrothers
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My mother is fucking my stepbrother Billy.

She’s cheating on her husband, my stepfather Michael.

I can’t really blame her I suppose. My stepbrother, besides being chauvinistic, opinionated and bordering on sociopathic, is hot. Billy is twenty-years-old, in college studying to be a lawyer, tall, dark, handsome, an aspiring manipulative prick. Yes, I want him.

I remember a quote, something Agatha Christie said: “Women can accept the fact that a man is a rotter, a swindler, a drug taker, a confirmed liar and a general swine, without batting an eyelash, and without its impairing their affection for the brute in the least. Women are wonderful realists.” It’s true, no?

After he found out I saw my mother and him fucking, he came to my room in the middle of the night. I woke up with his hand over my mouth and his hard body on top of mine. I went to sleep after he made me lick his cum off my sheets while he watched. What happened in between, well it left an imprint.

He branded my brain with something that makes me crave him. Before he left, he threatened me. Well he
believed
it was a threat, but to me it was a promise; the hope of more from him. He said if I told my stepfather Michael about him and my mother, I would get it ten times worse than he gave it to me that night. That’s all I needed to hear. And I decided to tell my stepfather about Billy and my mother. I needed to find out what
ten times worse
with Billy felt like when what I got felt as good as it did.

I sat at the breakfast table with my stepsister Jessica, my brother Dylan, Michael and my mother Lana and I thought about my evening with Billy. Thought about how he whipped my ass with his leather belt, how he got behind me and rubbed his thick cock against my soaking wet pussy until we both came. How he grabbed me by the back of my head and pushed my face into the spot on my bed where he came and made me lick his sweet jizz off the bed. The ache came back to my pussy as I recalled the details of our tryst.

“Kitten, are you feeling alright?” my mother asked.

“Yeah, you look kind of flush,” Jessica, said.

I ignored them. I didn’t want to break my concentration and lose the sweet recall of my time with Billy. I had to have him again. The problem with Billy is he has a million girls. I don’t even know why he’s bothering to fuck with my mother. He can and does have any girl he wants. And my mother, while hot, is not a 19-year-old sorority girl.

I looked out the window through the living room and watched Billy dive into our pool. The water glistened off his body as he swam. His bulging arms cut through the water like his belt snapped through the air as he spanked me last night.

He got out of the pool and stood in front of the window. He stared at me and pointed. I know what he was thinking:
you best keep your mouth shut Kitten or I’m gonna give it to you ten times worse
. I nodded at him and smiled. The water ran down and over the cuts and muscles across his flat, tan stomach. I dragged my eyes back up to his and he winked at me and walked away. I had to have him again.

“Michael, can I talk to you alone?” I asked.

My brother knew what I wanted to talk to Michael about. We discussed it. He told me to keep my mouth shut too. I didn’t care what Dylan thought. I just knew I wanted Billy again. Dylan kicked me under the table. I gave him a dirty look.

“Sure Kitten, when?” Michael asked.

“Now…I’d like to talk now,” I said.

“Okay, let’s go to my office,” Michael said.

As I left the table, Dylan tried to grab my arm. I shook him off and kept walking. I heard my mother ask him what was going on. She sounded worried. She should.

Michael’s office is big and dark, like a cave. There is a secret wall that leads you down a stone-lined pathway into the basement. It is very gothic. The arched walls of the office are stone and thousands of books line the walls. Michael read every one. I spend a lot of time in the office. Michael encourages all of us to hang out in there and read whatever we want. Nothing is off limits to Michael. I think I’m the only one in the family who takes him up on it though.

His desk is an ornate, mahogany monstrosity; glossy and hard. I watched him and my mother fuck on top of that desk a couple of times. She slid around and he dug his fingers deep into her legs to keep from fucking her off the top of his desk. Michael sat in his big leather chair behind the desk and stared at me for a moment before speaking.

“I think I know what this is about Kitten,” Michael said.

“You do? But how?” I replied.

“Well you’ve been acting sort of strange since you were with your mother and me. I understand; it’s odd for you. It’s okay. Do you want to sit up here Kitten?” Michael patted his desk.

“No that’s not it Michael,” I said as I walked around to where he sat, climbed over one of his legs and hopped up on the desk.

My legs dangled off the desk between his legs. I looked down and studied his Hawaiian-print swim trunks, not obscenely short, but still showing off his bronze, muscular legs. My eyes traveled up to the bulge in his shorts.

My eyes moved up and lingered on his flat stomach covered by a thin, white undershirt. I could see the swell of his pectoral muscles through the shirt, his nipples poking against the material. His neck was magnificent and thick and then I reached his face. The shadow of a Saturday morning beard poked through his smooth, dark skin. Full red lips concealed flawless teeth. A perfect, straight nose that would have been Michelangelo’s envy and shining blue-green eyes framed with dark lashes. He returned my stare and smiled.

“That’s a very pretty nightgown Kitten. It suits you,” Michael said staring at the flimsy pink chiffon that barely covered my tits.

My pussy was so wet and I wondered if I would end up leaving a puddle on his beautiful, imported desk.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

I felt my cheeks redden despite trying hard not to blush. Michael reached out and stroked my hair and then curled it around his fingers.

“You have no idea how beautiful you are Kitten,” Michael whispered.

Here I wanted to tell Michael that my mother cheated on him and all I could think about was shoving his cock inside my pussy and screaming for him to pound me. Self-righteousness is a tricky little fuck, isn’t it? Michael reached his hand underneath my chin and brought my face up so I stared into his eyes. He winked at me and smiled.

“Thank you Michael,” I said.

“No thanks necessary. Your beauty is even more stunning because you don’t even know you possess it. You have no clue. It’s amazing,” Michael said and laughed.

I shifted on his desk and he let my chin go and ran his smooth hand down my arm, across my belly and rested it on my leg. He spread his legs just a bit and reached out and grabbed my calves and placed my feet on the chair between his legs. He grabbed my right foot and placed his thumbs into the ball of my foot and pulsed and pressed. I felt a shiver run up my calf and rest in the back of my thigh close to my ass. I sighed and Michael smiled.