Amish Erotica Novels & Stories

“No one has to know. You’ll still be my devoted secretary by day but after hours, when the church is empty and the lights go dim you’ll be my secret little cumdump. My private release whenever I need to empty these heavy balls.” The crude, wicked term should have shocked me. Instead it made my pussy throb with fresh need. I nodded before I could stop myself. Pastor Elias smiled as he pulled me to my feet and turned me around, bending me gently over the wide oak desk. Papers scattered as he pushed my skirt up to my waist, exposing my simple white panties. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and slowly dragged them down my legs, leaving me bare from the waist down. “So pretty and pink,” he

"Oh god, you feel so good. So fucking good." He reached around, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing and circling, pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel my orgasm building, my body trembling with the effort of holding back. "Come for me, Emma," Damien commanded, his voice a low growl. "Come all over my cock." I keened, my body convulsing as I rode the wave of pleasure, my orgasm crashing over me in a rush of sensation. Damien continued to fuck me, his movements unrelenting, drawing out my pleasure until I was a trembling, boneless mess on the desk.

Yet one that was completely forbidden to her, except in her increasingly perverted fantasies. Pam was shaken from her pity party by more soft words in her ear. As if having read her mind, Beth continued, "It really is a shame he is Amy's boyfriend. I mean, can you imagine the fun we could be having with an innocent, pliable boy with a cock like that. My pussy is gushing just thinking about it, what about yours?"

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

Jace felt strangely turned on by Toussaint being all dirty and filthy with words and all he could do was let the moans escape his lips as Toussaint marked every other part of his body. “I’m coming!” Jace screamed as he felt the familiarly strong wave of orgasm hit him. “Fuckk I’m gonna cum!” Toussaint picked the pace once again, his grip tightening on Jace’s shoulder as he pounded into him harder than ever. “Cum for me baby!” Toussaint grunted. An unfamiliar wave of shock and euphoria claimed Jace, stars exploding behind his eyes as he convulsed slightly under Toussaint. A mind-shattering orgasm claimed Jace as thick white ropes of cum shot out rope after rope, coating his belly until his ba

Ava responded with a mischievous smile, and playfully teased him, her hips swaying in a provocative twerk that drove him wild. After a few electrifying moments, he turned her back around, seating her on the desk, then he spread her thighs, revealing her aroused pussy.

It was coated in thick white cream. She looked over at Daniel, whose pants were visibly wet at the front from pre-cum. “Next time,” she told him, voice husky, “maybe you’ll get to feel how hot and tight she is… but only if you’re a good boy and keep our secret.” I lay there panting, legs still spread, pussy gaping and twitching, staring at Daniel while my mind spun with shame… and pure, filthy excitement. 🍆🍆 My hands were shaking as Beatrice locked the door again three nights later.

Clara loved when he took control — pinning her wrists above her head and pounding her senseless until she screamed. He satisfied her completely. Her body had never felt this alive. Her pussy stayed almost constantly wet and slightly sore in the sweetest way. Every orgasm was stronger than the last. Aiden knew exactly how to touch her — how to rub her clit while fucking her, how to suck her nipples until she begged, how to talk dirty and make her drip even more.

“On your knees, Elias. Show him how you worship your stepbrother.” I sank down, the wooden floor cold under me. Damien freed himself, thick and ready, and I took him deep without hesitation. The wet sounds filled the cabin as I sucked him, eyes watering but locked on his face. He groaned, fingers in my hair. “Fuck, you are perfect. Deeper. Let Tyler see what a good little secret keeper you are.” Tyler unzipped his own pants, stroking himself as he watched. “Damn. He is better than when he spied on us. Make him choke on it.”

This is the only time he will kiss her over and over again. He slowly laid it down. He stood for a moment and gazed at the beauty of Odessa. She was naked and had nothing to cover her body. He freely observed the innocence and the goodness that God had done in the person of his wife. "I'm ashamed. "Don't stare at me!" It immediately covered the body with its hand but he quickly stopped it. He touched it and they both sank into the soft bed. "F-frahisto!" "Yes?" "I'm ashamed..."