Age Gap Erotica Novels & Stories

He was just feeling bad for the things he did while I wasn’t around, but it didn’t matter anymore. It’s strange how quickly things can change, and how I completely lost any memory of what I found attractive about Rob in the first place. He’d been replaced, and the spot he held in my heart was now occupied by my own stepson. I knew it was wrong, and that there was a twenty year age gap, but I didn’t care. In fact, it seemed to turn me on more. I loved how dirty and taboo it was, and how easy it would be for us to get away with it. The idea of being with a man his age was quite intoxicating, as I just knew that he would have an almost unlimited libido. With all of the weight lifting he did, I

“These for bookings?” She popped her gum, smirked. “Yeah. Whatever you’re into.” A wild thought sparked, reckless, perfect. I leaned in, lowered my voice. “Do you have lesbians?” Her smirk widened. “As many as you want.” I flipped through the booklet, heart kicking. Faces blurred until one stopped me cold, a blonde, 28, green eyes sharp enough to cut, lips full, body lean and strong. Amanda. Ten years older than me. I liked that. I love her body shape.

She shattered—her orgasm crashing through her with a moan so raw it made my heart pound. And I followed her right over the edge. She was trembling above me, her breath shallow, body slick with sweat, her hips barely rolling through the aftershocks. I gripped her tighter, still buried deep inside her, my chest rising and falling beneath hers. I was about to pull her down for another kiss when The voice snapped through the air like a whip. "What the hell, bitch?!" Sara froze. So did I. We both turned around to find a shocked and angry Layla staring back at us.

My pussy was already coated with Jonathan’s saliva so he slipped in easily. He thrusted into me repeatedly, grunting at almost every stroke. My legs hiked up high toward my chest until my knees were practically touching my ears. Jonathan, meanwhile, grabbed Claire and flipped her into all fours, her chest resting on the sofa armrest while her hips were thrust high into the air. Chris increased his thrust, hitting my g-spot and I felt my insides start to tighten. “I’m gonna fuc..king cum.” I said breathless "Hold it," Chris whispered to me, his hand coming down and delivering a sharp slap on my pussy that left a stinging red mark. "Don't you dare come until I tell you."

Kinks: agegap, incest, rough sex, oral sex I spotted Margaret struggling with her grocery bags outside her apartment building. She was my ex-girlfriend's grandma, all of 65, with those soft curves and warm eyes that always seemed to hide a spark. I hadn't seen her in years, but damn, the age gap only made my pulse race. I was 28, fit from the gym, muscles tight under my shirt, and something about her elegant maturity pulled at me like a magnet. I jogged over, flashing my confident smile.

“What are you doing?” “I’ve often wondered how it would feel to fuck against the glass while the waves pound against the other side.” Jason grasped the waistband of her shorts, tugging them down to pool around her feet. Her panties were next, followed by the T-shirt and bra. She heard the rasp of his zipper and then felt his hot flesh a moment later. Lanie whimpered when he dropped to his knees, angling his mouth to kiss her sensitive spot, circling the clit. Wet heat flooded her as he sucked, ratcheting up her desire several notches in just a couple of minutes.

she said as my ass finally set her free. “If Derek and Betty would like to go first”. They got out from behind their desk and approached me. They were the older couple that I had placed in last place the week before. They placed their hands on my naked body and began to explore. Fuck it felt good, I closed my eyes giving myself in to the moment. I felt fours hands massage and caress me. They moved quickly over my skin up and down my legs, over my back and bottom. Two hands gently brushed my breasts and tenderly pinched my nipples. A hand slipped down my body to my cunt. It brushed over my neat pubic hair before a finger slowly slipped inside. I let out a small gasp of appreciation. I opened

Chapter 9: Black Backbreaker The hallway throbs, a pulsing chamber of raw sensation. Her moans, broken and blissful beneath his kiss, are a symphony of surrender that fuels his relentless drive. He feels her body arching against him, her hips grinding, a desperate, unbidden response to his every thrust. Her legs, wrapped tight around his waist, pull him deeper, locking him in, an anchor to her unravelling. Her mouth, hot and pliant beneath his, accepts his demanding kiss, swallowing his urgency, silencing her fading protests. The wet slap of their skin against the wall, the rhythmic thwack of flesh on flesh, is a drumbeat to their descent into primal ecstasy.

AVA I've wanted to fuck my best friend's dad since the summer I turned seventeen. There it is, out in the open. No sugarcoating, no excuses. Judge me, hate me, whatever—I'm past caring. I'm nineteen now, back in town for winter break, and every time Ethan Hayes walks by in those grease-stained jeans or flashes that half-smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes, my thighs clench so hard I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning. I've spent years touching myself in the dark, legs spread, fingers circling my clit while I picture his rough hands pinning me down, his gravel voice growling my name as he buries himself deep enough to make me scream.

How many new pussies had he utterly ruined with that thing? It had been too long since I had been bent over and made to surrender to a real dick. I was only thirty-five but it felt like it had been centuries since I had the kind of sex I really craved. It had been so long since I had a real cock release inside of me. The feeling of being completely owned and loved was indescribable when a fat cock claimed my insides with gooey, thick potent seed. How could I have let myself go this long without that feeling?