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Authors: Selena Kitt
Little Brats Kayla: Forbidden Taboo Erotica
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High school senior, Moxie, agrees to be moral support for her friend, Patches, who is totally enamored with a college boy, so she says yes to a double date, even though she has to lie to her parents to do it. But Moxie wasn’t counting on lying about her age to get into an x-rated movie, and she definitely wasn’t counting on her date’s Roman hands and Russian fingers, or the fact that the pants she’s borrowed from Patches are several sizes too small. By the end of the night, Moxie finds herself in far more trouble than she bargained for!
Kayla is a naughty brat who likes to spy on the man of the house when he’s alone in his office, watching his favorite dirty clips on the computer. The woman he married doesn’t appreciate his penchant for that sort of taboo, but Kayla is itching to give it a try. She tells the man of the house she’s behind him one-hundred-percent, and she’s more than willing to let him sneak in her back door to give them everything they both want.
By Selena Kitt
She hid behind the door and watched him.
It was wrong, but she couldn’t help herself. Anyone who knew Kayla would have recognized the ornery, crooked smile on her face and the devious sparkle in her eye. Anyone who knew Kayla knew she was usually up to no good, and this was no exception.
As Kyle watched the scene on his computer screen unfold, his hand latched onto his cock, Kayla watched Kyle. Her stepfather thought he was alone in his office—the garage wasn’t yet open for business—but his naughty stepdaughter had snuck in before school, knowing exactly what Kyle would be doing at his desk. She even knew what he’d be watching.
She crouched down in the file room of the massive, professional garage that sat on the back acre of their house. He worked hard and had turned himself into a wealthy entrepreneur building and racing off-road cars and trucks. He worked hard to give her and her mother the finer things in life. He worked hard, he played hard…
And at the moment, he was hard. His cock was so hard it made Kayla’s mouth water.
The noxious smells of oil, gasoline and rubber didn’t deter her, although it did have her breathing through her mouth. She nibbled on her lip, cocking her head and looking from his cock to the screen. Kayla’s mother always said her stepfather had a playful, delinquent streak—usually following that up with some comment about Kayla and Kyle being two peas in a pod.
If only she knew.
Her stepfather had a thing for anal porn like most men had a penchant for watching sports, and Kayla had a thing for watching him watching it. When she’d discovered his obsession for the backdoor, she’d become just as fascinated. It was so dirty, so very naughty. That alone held great appeal. When she’d started exploring her own back door, she’d found it blackly exciting. She hadn’t found a boy willing to try it yet—her on-again-off-again boyfriend thought it was gross and didn’t want to have anything to do with it—so she’d had to rely so far on fingers and toys.
Kayla watched through the crack in the door. She could see most of the image on the screen where a woman, shoulders pressed to the bed, was getting her ass fucked thoroughly by a man with a cock that was almost as big as Kyle’s. She often thought how unfair it was that her mother was on the receiving end of that gorgeous cock. Such a waste.
Kyle groaned when the guy on screen pulled his dick out of the woman’s ass. Her hole gaped slightly open, quivering, spasming, and Kayla felt her own ass clench in response. What would it feel like, to have something so big penetrating that tiny hole? Her gaze shifted back to Kyle where he was fisting his cock, squeezing the head hard, precum leaking in a clear stream down from the tip, over his hand.
He must be close to coming, she thought, biting her lip as she watched him start to slowly stroke it again. She was surprised how rough he was on himself while he watched porn. He could get going so fast everything was a blur, and the muscles in his arms would bulge and flex. She often had the urge to rake her teeth over those big, muscled arms. Never mind what she had an urge to do with his cock…
She wondered if Kyle was ever that rough with her mother. She doubted it. Kayla’s always immaculately put-together mother was far too fussy. She imagined he never got it the way he wanted, no matter how many times he asked, begged or pleaded his case. The thought of her mother taking a cock up her ass was so funny, Kayla almost giggled. Even when she’d heard her stepfather joke about it when they didn’t know she was listening, her mother would say, “Exit only!”
Her hand moved under her short skirt as she watching him stroke himself, building back up to a violent rhythm. Oh he had to be close. And so was she. Her pussy throbbed as she rubbed her little clit in fast circles, her cheek pressed against the door jamb. She was half bent over, and she reached behind to rub her own ass with her other hand, teasing that puckered hole. She spread her warm juices, which allowed the pad of her finger to rim the tight opening of her ass. Her muscles clenched, that dirty little hole aching to be entered, pulsing in time with her pussy.
Her hips circled as she played with herself, pressing her finger slowly in to explore that hole. It was slim, hardly anything compared to the monster cock Kyle was stroking, but she was imagining it anyway. What would it be like, to have him stretching her open, pounding her from behind like the man on the screen? Would she moan and fuck him back, like the woman with her ass up in the air on the computer?
Kayla bit her lip, sliding her finger in a little further—as far as she could go, from this angle—knowing she would do just what he wanted. She’d take it rough, as brutal as he wanted it, if he’d only ask her instead of her uptight mother. He’d gotten himself shackled to the wrong woman. The man had needs, and she wanted in the worst way to be the one to fulfill them.
“That’s my girl.” Kyle moaned, his hips moving in the chair, pressing upward as he fucked his hand. “You’re gonna take that cock up your ass, you understand me?”
Kayla nodded in agreement, actually biting her tongue to keep from moaning out loud. Her pussy ached, fat and swollen, but it was her ass that felt empty. Even with a finger pressed in, it just wasn’t enough.
“Hold still, baby,” Kyle urged, and she watched as he made his first finger and thumb into a tight circle, mimicking that first ring of muscle Kayla knew he’d have to push through to get into her ass. “That’s it, relax. Almost in…”
Oh fuck.
She shivered in anticipation, imagining it, even as he spoke.
“Ahhhh God, it’s so fucking tight!” he hissed. “Are you ready for me to fuck that tight little hole?”
Yes, yes, oh God, Daddy, yes!
Kayla rubbed furiously at her clit, fingering her asshole, hoping he couldn’t hear the wet sound her pussy made. She was sopping wet. He wouldn’t even need K-Y if he wanted to fuck her ass right then—he’s just have to grease his pole with her cunt, and he’d slide straight into her ass.
“Oh yeah, yeah, that’s it, spread your fucking ass for me.” Kyle moaned, the thrust of his hips increasing, his hand slapping hard with every stroke, making his heavy, hanging balls bounce. That made her mouth water.
“Tell me you want it,” he croaked, jerking his cock so fast now she could barely see it. “Ohhhh baby, tell me you want me to come in that fucking ass!”
Yes, Daddy, I want it! Come in my ass! Come your little girl’s tight little asshole!
Kayla’s orgasm rocked her as she watched her stepfather shook his cum in hot, white streams over his grease-stained hand. He came like a geyser, flooding the messy desk, even hitting the computer screen where the guy there was coming too, but he’d pulled out, aiming the head of his dick against the slightly open hole he’d just made an exit from. The man’s cum dripped down from her spasming asshole, in a thick white line through her wet, bare slit.
“Take it!” Kyle groaned and bucked and stoked, still coming. “Take my fucking cum, Kayla! Take it in your fucking ass!”
Oh fuck! Oh fuck, yes, yes, Daddy, yes, I want it!
Kayla’s whole body shook with her climax, her pussy spasming, her little asshole clenching her finger, desperately wishing it was his big, hard cock. She could barely stand, her breath coming fast as she watched her stepfather close his eyes, head leaned back in his chair, trying to catch his own breath.
She’d never come so hard in her life, and she instantly knew why.
He was thinking about me.
Could it be true? Was Kyle fantasizing about fucking his stepdaughter’s virgin ass?
She moved away from the door as he started to wrangle himself back into his jeans, dashing back to the house in the early morning light before she could be discovered. The morning air was cool, but she was warm with the secret knowledge that Kyle wanted her, maybe just as much as she wanted him.
“Slow down!” Teddy insisted, grabbing Kayla’s hips and holding her still.
They were fucking in the tight confines of his truck, and she’d been riding him hard and fast, eyes closed, lost in her own fantasies and Kyle. She didn’t appreciate being interrupted.
“What’s the matter?” she panted.
“Girl, you keep moving like that, I’m not going to last long,” he croaked.
Kayla blinked at him in the light of the dashboard. She’d been fantasizing about Kyle, but his cock hadn’t been in her pussy. Teddy’s cock was smaller than Kyle’s—she’d taken toys that size—but for some weird reason, the boy was averse to doing anal.
“Fine.” She rose until her fell out of her. “Let’s do something else.”
Already on the passenger side of the vehicle, she turned around and leaned her breasts against the glove compartment, pushing her ass between his thighs.
“What are you doing?” Teddy sighed. “Kayla, come on. What do you want me to do with that?”
But he knew very well what she wanted. She rolled her eyes, but he couldn’t see her.
“I want you to stick your dick in it.” She wiggled her ass seductively against him, a slow, heated lap dance.
“Doggy-style?” he asked, mistaking her intention on purpose, she knew it.
“No, dumbass,” she snapped. “I want you to stick your cock in my ass!”
She continued to tease him, moving her hips, letting her full round globes move over his erection. How could he resist? She had an ass that would—and had, on quite a few occasions—stop traffic. What was wrong with him?
“Come on, Teddy,” she pleaded as she moved, trying to slide his erection between her cheeks. “Don’t you want to feel how tight it is? Can’t you imagine it?”
She was imagining it, and the more she did, the hotter she got.
“Teddy?” She couldn’t feel his hard-on anymore and she glanced back to find him staring at her, aghast, his cock gone soft.
“Kayla, no.” He shook his head, a brief look of disgust flashing across his face. “I don’t want to.”
“Well hell.” She turned to kneel and take him into her mouth.
She was aching for a hard cock in her ass and determined to get one. But Teddy’s dick wouldn’t cooperate. The scent of him, all clean soap and some obnoxious cologne, hit her, starting to cool her own needs. She wanted the faint smell of grease mixed with the salty smell of hard work. Even when clean, the fresh scent of a shower on his skin, she could still smell the garage and hard work when Kyle walked into a room.
“Teddy?” She looked up at him. “What’s up?”
“Not me, obviously.” He sounded mad. “We’ve talked about this. I’m not doing that.”
“What’s wrong with my ass?” she pouted, sitting up.
“Your ass is fine.” Teddy sighed. “I just don’t want my dick in it. It’s a total turn off.”
“Are you kidding me?” Kayla searched the floor for her panties. “I thought you guys lived for anal—you know, all hot and tight?”
“I’m not putting it in your ass.” Teddy yanked up his boxers and jeans, one-handed.
“Forget it.” Kayla found her panties, turning to slip her feet into them. “Take me home.”
Still frustrated after her less-than-satisfying date with Teddy, Kayla sat down on her bed and opened her laptop. Teddy was a whiz at tech stuff and had installed the remote camera, hidden in her parents’ room, for her. He didn’t ask what she wanted it for, which was just as well. If she’d told him it was so she could watch her stepfather jerk off, Teddy would have freaked. Okay, probably anyone would have freaked, but Teddy was kind of a wus when it came to sex stuff, as his reluctance to have anal proved.
Her parents thought she was still out on her date—she’d had Teddy drop her off at the road and had walked barefoot down their quarter-mile drive—so she knew what they were likely up to. She just hoped her mother was already in the bath and her father had resorted to his favorite anal alternative.
No such luck. They were still in the negotiating stage. It happened every time she’d watched them, or almost every time. Poor Kyle. He’d presented his argument many times before, even showing her instructional videos, but it always ended the same.
As the image of their immaculate bedroom came on the screen, she found them on the bed, her stepfather’s dirty blonde head between her mother’s pale, skinny thighs. The silky blue comforter was neatly turned down. Her mother was on a blue fluffy towel that protected the white, satin sheets.
Her mother, Ruthie, had rich, elegant taste. She liked silks and satins and kept everything meticulously clean, in perfect order. Kayla had grown tired of hearing her mother berate her husband for being careless. Kyle tried to be careful, but the man was a mechanic. Going from the garage to Ruthie’s pristine house was like entering another world. Kayla could never quite figure out what they saw in each other.
She used to think it had to be the sex, but Ruthie hated mess, and sex was messy. Not that her mother wasn’t beautiful—blonde, refined, she truly was. Kayla had inherited her looks, sans the refinement. Kayla preferred the mess of the garage to the sanitized house. Her room was the only place she was allowed to be herself. She knew why Kyle spent so much time in the garage.
She figured Kyle had been attracted to her mother’s refined beauty, and her mother had probably thought she could change the blonde stud, turn Tarzan into a gentleman. Not likely, Kayla thought, watching her parents have sex on the screen. She watched it like a train wreck, horrified but unable to look away. She leaned forward to plug in the earbuds so she could hear as well as see.