Bi Curious Sex Stories Novels & Stories

His teeth graze the sensitive bud, sending electric shocks straight to my clit. I’m losing my mind. I’m not supposed to be doing this. Not with two strangers. Not in the middle of a crowded bus. But the risk is making me drip like a faucet. My juices are running down my thighs, soaking the seat beneath me. The girl slides underneath me on the wide seat, positioning her face right where the guy’s cock is stretching my cunt. She licks eagerly — tongue flicking my clit, licking around his thrusting shaft, sucking my folds while he rails me. The dual sensation is devastating.

No one paid any attention to the quiet corner near the rear doors. I stood there on unsteady legs, my short school skirt still disheveled, my thighs shiny and sticky with multiple loads of the old man’s cum. My pussy felt swollen, used, and constantly leaking. Every small movement of the bus made fresh globs of warm semen trickle out of me, soaking my ruined thong even more. This has to stop, I thought desperately, my mind still fighting hard. He’s violated me over and over again. I’m not this kind of girl. I should hate every second of this… so why does my body keep begging for more?

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

He had my complete attention, teasing me when he told me, “Perhaps you could help me write a story about the sexual relationship I want to have with you?” Initially I didn’t believe him, though later that night when I looked up the websites he gave me he was telling the truth. For me his business books were a little dull. Conversely his p**n stories were very exciting and covered many sexual themes I was unfamiliar with. We quickly became lovers, Cecil introducing me to a whole new diverse range of sexual pleasures, though after a while I sensed his interest in me was waning. “Have you read any of my stories involving Sarah?, Cecil asked me one day.

Together, they formed a circle of seduction, their scents—jasmine, musk, and lust—enveloping me. “Newcomer?” the brunette purred, stepping closer, her hand brushing my arm, sending shivers through me. I nodded, heart racing, my nipples hardening under the silk. “Let’s welcome her,” the blonde teased, guiding me to a plush chaise, the others closing in. The brunette kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring mine, while the redhead lifted my dress, her fingers tracing my thighs, slipping under my panties to rub my clit.

Tony’s deep voice was also rough with shock and lingering lust as he stared down at her in disbelief. Layla lay there panting, fingers still buried in her own dripping pussy, her eyes locked on the shocking scene…her mother’s freshly creampied cunt leaking Tony’s thick cum, her boyfriend’s cock shiny and coated with her mother’s cream, both of them staring at her in complete, stunned silence. The heavy scent of sex... sweat, pussy, and fresh semen... hung in the frozen air. No one moved. No one spoke.

she begged, pushing back to meet him. And over by the staircase, a bisexual trio had formed a messy 69 chain, two women and a man tangled together. One woman lay on her back, the man eating her out while she sucked the other woman's clit. The second woman straddled the first's face, grinding down while reaching back to stroke the man's cock, fluids swapping everywhere in a slick, sloppy exchange of tongues and fingers.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

Lexi They kept fucking me like that for what felt like forever—long, deep strokes that kept me teetering right on the edge without letting me fall. My whole body was shaking, sweat slicking my skin, my pussy making the wettest, most obscene sounds every time they bottomed out. I could feel their cocks throbbing inside me, both of them fighting their own orgasms, veins pulsing against my walls. “Please… please…” I was crying now, actual tears of overwhelming pleasure and frustration. “I can’t hold it… I’m gonna cum… I’m so close… Zach, Julian, please let me cum…”