Shhh! Don't Tell (10 BOOK BUNDLE TABOO EROTICA)

by Rose Temper

  Brad kept fucking her while she came and it lasted even longer than the first one. By the time she was finished her body tingled all over with pleasure. And with John tonging her ass–something she’d never experienced before–she knew it wouldn’t be long before she came again.

  But then his tongue was gone and she was concentrating on fucking Brad, making him come as good as he’d done her, squeezing her pussy tight around his dick.

  Then there was pressure against her ass and she knew immediately what was happening. John was about to take her anal virginity and she was going to have two guys inside her at once. “Just a second,” she said to Brad. She stopped grinding and so did he. “My big brother is putting his cock in my ass.

  She relaxed her ass as he pressed against the tip of her rosebud. Reaching back behind her, she pulled her cheeks wide, trying to help him in.

  And then something gave way and he was inside, his saliva letting his cock slide deep into her. He worked it in and out, and she moaned hard. It was so huge inside her and unlike any thing she’d experienced before. A little painful at first but then she loosened up and he was fucking her hard, burying his shaft all the way up to his balls.

  Brad started fucking her again too. Both their hard dicks inside her, only separated by a thin layer of flesh. The sensation was so intense, she started coming again almost immediately, screaming loud. “Oh my god,” she yelled, gripping hard onto Brad’s shoulders, letting these two fuck her as hard as they could. “Fuck me hard,” she said.

  John slapped her ass hard as he pounded her from behind and she screamed again.

  “Come inside me,” she said. “I want both of you to come in me. Make me your slut.”

  Brad got a concentrated look on his face and fucked her harder, grunting and panting as he rammed his dick into her. Then he grunted loudly and emptied his balls into her cunt.

  She could feel his warm seed being pumped into her pussy, filling her up and mixing with her fluids.

  Finally, Brad was finished and he became completely still, eyes closed, a slight smile creeping over his mouth.

  The slap, slap, slap of John burying his cock in her ass was still going strong. She moaned, saying “Come inside me baby. Fuck my ass like a slut and fill me with your cum.”

  It wasn’t long before he grabbed her hips tight, burying his dick one last time before he came. His cock pumped the warm seed deep into her, and he collapsed down onto her back. The three of them lay there, breathing hard, so close now.

  John pulled out first and she felt his seed leaking out of her ass and down onto Brad’s dick.

  Slowly, she pulled herself up and off of Brad then got down on all fours on the couch, showing them her ass and pussy, letting them see their come leaking out of her, mixing together as it ran down her leg.

  “Damn,” John said, “that’s fucking hot.”

  After they cleaned themselves off they were exhausted and all three collapsed into the bed together, falling asleep almost immediately.

  ***

  When Tammy woke up she was staring up at the sky and Brad and John were kneeling next to her, concerned looks on their faces. Her head was pounding.

  “Are you okay?” John said.

  “What do you mean?” she said. Why was her head hurting so bad?

  “This old chair must have broken and you hit your head hard on the deck. You’ve been unconscious for the last ten seconds.”

  “The chair?” she said, still confused. “I thought you sawed the legs off to pull a prank on me.”

  “Umm, come on,” John said. “We aren’t twelve anymore. I wouldn’t do that.”

  “But,” she said, “you bit me and then…” The double penetration and multiple orgasms came back to her vividly.

  “I think,” Brad said, “you might have a concussion.”

  She looked at John and said, “Bite me.”

  He squinted his eyes then looked at Brad who just shrugged.

  “Bite me.” She pointed to her neck. “Right here.”

  John said, “I think we need to get you to the hospital.” And they helped her up off the ground and carried her inside then laid her down on the couch while they called a doctor. She looked down at the feather duster on the floor and a smile slowly crept over her face.

  Billionaire Brat

  Lilly took her iPad downstairs, looking for her Mother. She’d just finished her latest dress design and wanted to show her. For months now Lilly had been begging her for seed money to start her own fashion line. It was something she’d dreamed about since she was little and she knew she would be successful at it.

  Her mother was in the dining room of their mansion eating with her husband Jackson. She married him about five years ago and he seemed okay. They got along pretty well anyway. “Hello, Mother.” Then nodding at Jackson, saying, “Daddy.”

  Jackson dropped his head and winced. He always hated when she called him Daddy. Probably because he was a good ten years younger than her mother. Devastatingly handsome though, and a surprisingly good sense of style.

  Mother took a sip of wine. “Hello, dear.”

  Lilly sat down at the table with them and placed her iPad there, waiting to feel out the situation before she started into her.

  “Anyway,” her Mother said to Jackson, “I’ll be back in about a week most likely.”

  This was the first Lilly had heard of any trip. “You’re going away?”

  Mother took another sip of wine and nodded. “China. For business.”

  Jessica’s mother was always going off to some part of the world for the business. The reason they were so rich was she inherited her father’s international distribution company when he died and now she ran it. Actually, she ran it so well it had doubled in size in the ten years she’d been in charge.

  Lilly looked at Jackson. “Are you going too Daddy?” She loved teasing him. He was a good sport about it usually.

  He smiled at her and shook his head. “No, not this time.”

  “Oh good, we can have some daddy/daughter time then? Maybe a take your daughter to work day?”

  “Anything for my favorite daughter.” He didn’t have any kids of his own and they enjoyed joking with each other since they were closer to each other’s age than was typical.

  Jackson technically worked for her mother’s company as a consultant but as far as she could tell he didn’t really ever go to the office. His family had money but he didn’t have much of his own she didn’t think. Her Mother probably married him because he was sexy as hell and sweet most of the time.

  Lilly picked up the iPad and opened the file with her newest design. “Mother, will you look at this?” She handed her the iPad, already thinking about what her pitch would be. Well, it was the same every time. She wanted money, but her mother was so wrapped up in her own business she never took the time to seriously think about Lilly’s ideas.

  Mother took one look at the dress and handed the iPad back. “That looks nice, honey. Buy it if you want.”

  Lilly took the tablet back, rolling her eyes. “Mom, that’s a dress I designed not one I want to buy.”

  “Oh? Well, I think you did a nice job.” She looked back down at her phone, always checking her email or reading the news.

  “Thank you, I do too. And I’d really like to talk to you again about me starting my own clothing line. I’m telling you I–“

  Mother held her hand up. “Listen, I don’t have time to talk about this right now.” She checked her watch. “Shit, I have to leave or I might miss my flight. Walk me out Jackson?”

  They both stood up, and Lilly stood with them. “Mom, you never listen to me.”

  She stopped and kissed Lilly on the forehead. “I know sweetie. It’s a hard life you have. You know how I feel about this. You shouldn’t be wasting your time with that stuff. I know it’s a fun hobby but there’s no future in it.” She walked out, Jackson following her.

  Lilly threw her iPad back down on the table and sat down, putting her foreh
ead against the smooth wood surface. Why was she such a bitch sometimes?

  The table vibrated, startling her. It was Jackson’s phone. Someone must have texted him. Lilly looked over her shoulder, checking to make sure no one was coming then quickly reached across and scooped his phone up. There was a text message on the screen from a contact called J.

  She had to read it twice to make sure she wasn’t mistaken, but it was quite clear. ‘God, I need your cock so bad. Is she gone yet?’

  Holy shit.

  Jackson didn’t seem like the type to cheat but this was pretty damning evidence. Her heart pounded against her chest as she read it once more. Who was this J person and why was she texting him? This was so crazy.

  She heard the front door open and close and she quickly put the phone back across the table, hopefully the same way it had been but she couldn’t remember exactly, then she opened her iPad and pretended to be tweaking her design but her thoughts were actually racing with this new revelation.

  Jackson walked back into the dining room. “Hey, can I see that?”

  She looked up at him, trying to act as calm as possible. “What are you talking about?” The words came out a lot faster than she intended.

  “Your design, silly. I think your stuff is amazing you know.”

  “Oh, right.” She handed him the iPad and started picking at one of her nails.

  Jackson took the iPad with him to his seat across the table from her, looking at it. He hadn’t looked at his phone yet. Would he suspect she’d seen it? What if he confronted her about spying on him?

  Calm down, she told herself. He’s the one that’s doing something wrong, not you.

  He still hadn’t looked at the phone yet. “Wow, this is so good. Your mom would be crazy to not help you get started up with this.”

  “You think?” She perked up, forgetting about the text message for a second.

  “Definitely. This is cutting edge.”

  “Well,” she said, “maybe you could help me out then.”

  He shook his head. “Sorry, kiddo. Your mom would kill me. And my money is mostly tied up in other things.”

  His phone vibrated again and he picked it up, a slight grin crept over his mouth as he looked at it. Then he shot a glance over to Lilly and put the phone in his pocket then handed the iPad back across the table to her. “I’m sorry. It really is good. You should keep at it, maybe your mom will change her mind someday.”

  “I doubt it,” she said. “You know how she is.”

  “Yeah, I do.” He stood up.

  Trying to be as casual as possible, Lilly said, “What are you up to tonight.”

  He shrugged his shoulders. “Not much. I might have a friend over.”

  A friend? A friend that talks about his cock? That sounded like more than a friend to her. “Oh? Anyone I know?” Feeling really nosey now but this was scandalous.

  “No, I don’t think you know them.” He gave her a forced smile then left quickly.

  It was obvious he wanted to avoid the subject. This was pretty damning evidence that he was having an affair. Whatever. It was his life. She’d always wondered if he and Mother even had sex anymore. They barely touched each other. She looked at her dress again. It was good. She knew it was. But she needed some support to actually take it somewhere.

  ***

  That night, Lilly was laying on the couch watching TV in the living room when Jackson came downstairs wearing a blazer and a nice pair of jeans, his hair fixed perfectly. “Hey,” he said to her.

  She sat up when he came down. “Wow, you’re all dressed up.”

  “What this?” Looking down at himself. “No, not really. I’m just going out for a drink.”

  “With your friend?”

  “My friend?” He stared at her, a confused look on his face.

  “Yeah, you said you were going to meet up with a friend earlier.”

  “Oh, right. Yeah, my friend.” He went over to the bar and poured himself a drink then sat down on the couch next to her.

  He smelled nice and the way he was dressed made him look super sexy. He was always sexy but right now she couldn’t help but get a little turned on. Whoever the girl was he was fucking was lucky to be getting with him. She tried to imagine what it would be like. He was probably a very attentive lover.

  The door bell rang and he started to get up but Lilly jumped up saying she’d get it, running towards the door. She looked back over her shoulder and he was hurrying after her but he had the drink in his hand and that was slowing him down. Now she was going to see who this mystery woman was that wanted his cock. This J person.

  She grabbed the handle and flung the door open, smiling in anticipation. Standing there on the porch was a Latino man wearing a purple shirt and a gold chain, a toothpick stuck between his lips.

  “Oh, hello,” he said, holding a limp hand out to her, speaking in that stereotypical effeminate manner gay men sometimes used.

  Her mouth open, eyes wide, she realized she was staring then finally held her hand out to the man. “Hi,” she managed.

  “Are you okay mommy? You look like you seen a ghost or something. It’s just me Javier.”

  “Javier,” she said.

  “The one and only, at your service.”

  Jackson came up behind her and walked outside.

  “Damn,” Javier said, looking Jackson up and down. He seemed like he was going to come in to hug him but Jackson cut him off, sticking his hand out for a handshake and Javier took it.

  Jackson turned to her, saying, “This is Lilly. Lilly this is my friend Javier.”

  “Nice to meet you Javier. Your name starts with a J right?” She couldn’t believe this was happening. Was Jackson really gay? That might explain some things. Did her mother know? Surely not.

  “You got it, mommy. How do you two know each other anyway?”

  “He hasn’t talked about me? I’m his daughter.” Turning to Jackson, “Daddy, you didn’t tell your friend Javier about me?”

  Jackson said, “She’s my step-daughter. And I’m sure I mentioned you. Remember Javier I said she was doing some dress designs that are just out of this world.”

  “Ohhh, right.” He nodded his head, smiling. “I’d love to see some of that, mommy. Fashion is something of a hobby for me.”

  “Yeah? Are you coming in? I could show you right now.”

  “Actually,” Jackson jumped in, “we need to get going. We have a reservation.”

  “Are you sure, Daddy?” she said, really wanting to tease him now that she knew what was going on. It was pretty amazing really.

  “Yeah, maybe some other time, you know?”

  “If you say so.” She went up to him and kissed him on the cheek close to his mouth, then looked him in the eye, grinning. “You boys have fun.” Looking at Javier, saying “And stay out of trouble.”

  After they left she went up to her room and worked some more on a design, thinking the whole time about Jackson being gay. It really came out of nowhere and she still had trouble believing it. The way he was so suave with women she really never would have guessed. Some men must be really good at hiding it.

  She woke up with the iPad laying on her chest. It was dark outside and she thought she heard a noise downstairs. Maybe Jackson was back from his date.

  Grinning, she thought about Javier. He was so incredibly gay. But sexy too. They both were. She wondered if they’d hooked up. The thought of Javier sucking Jackson’s cock turned her on and a subtle warmth began to build between her legs. Many a night she’d touched herself thinking about being with Jackson and now she ran a finger lightly across her moistening slit, imagining him with the hot Latino. She circled her clit, gathering moisture from between her folds then going back to the swollen bundle of nerves, flicking her finger deftly across it.