30 Hot Uncensored Erotic Short Stories の小説・ストーリー

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

"Emergency. Hot slut next door is free use. Already dripping with cum. Come through right now. No limits." The replies flooded in almost instantly. More guys from the dorm buildings and nearby apartments started confirming. Within twenty minutes, the apartment door kept opening as fresh faces arrived. By the time the new wave finished arriving, there were twenty eight guys total packed into the living room and kitchen. Some were shirtless, some still in shorts, all of them hard and excited at the sight of the naked, cum soaked woman on the floor. "God damn," one new arrival said, a tall muscular guy named Jamal. "You guys were not exaggerating. She looks like a proper p**n whore."

He shoves me down until my chest is flat against the mahogany desk. He yanks my skirt and panties down in one rough move. They end up tangled around my ankles. I feel the cool air on my bare ass. My legs are spread wide, leaving me totally exposed. I am dripping, the scent of my arousal filling the space. He leans over me, pressing his chest into my back. Then I feel it. The broad, hot head of his cock rubs along my wet slit. He isn't wearing a condom. The feel of his hot skin against mine is almost enough to break me.

She stood slowly, licking her mouth like a cat with cream. “Your turn,” she said. Aisha didn’t hesitate. She spun them so Marisol’s back hit the lockers, then dropped to her knees. Marisol’s khakis were already unbuttoned; Aisha tugged them down along with black boyshorts. And there she was. Marisol’s cock was thick, uncut, already hard and flushed dark at the tip. A bead of precome glistened at the slit. Aisha wrapped her hand around the base—hot, velvet over steel—and looked up.

Why couldn’t I just react like a normal ‘not horny’ human? Darrel soon started closing in on me, his heat engulfing me, trapping me right where I was holding the tap he had asked me to, and within seconds, he was pushing up against me. My boobs pushed against the barrier between us, and the tight top I was wearing threatened to rip due to the pressure, and even though it didn’t, my breasts were practically on display because of how transparent the damn top was. “It’s quite the pretty picture you paint, little miss.” He said into my ear, his hot breath fanning my ears, and lingering, making me start to lose grip on my self control.

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

This short story of how I would eat your pussy. It was written just for you. Read it and enjoy it while stroking your sweet wet pussy. I want you to get wet. I mean really wet reading about me doing this to you baby. I want your body hurting badly, nipples hard and your clit swollen and throbbing before you insert anything into it. You might even want to print it and lay back on your bed and love your body while you read it. It's my special gift to you.