Cerita Dewasa Aneh Novels & Stories

Sarah responded, evidently intrigued. Frustration welled within me as Sarah seemed oblivious to the lure of the strippers. Another woman with the same accent elaborated, "Indeed! My husband, bless his soul, is weirdo, and has a small dick! In our job, sex is different. You'll feel different kinds of dick—small dick, big dick, ordinary dick, a dick that didn't sleep, a macho dick—every kind!" I was utterly dumbfounded. I never imagined women discussing such intimate matters so openly, and what on earth did she mean by "dick that didn't sleep"?

You have to claim them. When he’d gone, because I wasn’t finished yet, I lay on the rumpled bed, and brought myself off with my fingers. I thought of how he’d behaved earlier, sadistic and cruel, reveling in my cries from the pinch of the clamps and the slam of his cock. Then I fell asleep for an hour or so. When I woke, my hair was in a crazy, damp tangle and my breasts were a mess of scratch marks and blotches. And he was probably eating wild turbot because he usually does when it’s on expenses at Saxby’s. I would too. The point I’m making: sex isn’t like it is in the movies; it isn’t even like porn. Sex isn’t like anything except itself.

He thrusts his fingers in and out slowly, making my orgasm build embarrassingly quick. Gavin thrusts a little faster, leaning over to whisper. "Do you like that babygirl?" I bite my lip and nod my head slowly. He smiles, and whispers. "Do you want to cum on my fingers babygirl? Let me taste you!" A soft moan escapes my lips and I close my eyes, nodding my head. He thrusts a little faster, pressing hard on my clit and my eyes fly open. Oh fuck. I'm going to cum, on the couch, watching a scary movie, with my brother's dad's fingers inside me. The worst part, I am loving everything he is making me feel right now.

After a few minutes, he pulled me off his cock with a wet pop. “On the couch. On all fours.” I climbed onto the couch, ass up, back arched. Uncle Ken got behind me and spread my ass cheeks wide. He rubbed his huge cock up and down my soaked pussy lips, teasing my clit. “You want this inside you?” he asked. “Yes, please… I need it so bad,” I begged, pushing my ass back. He pushed the fat head inside me slowly. I moaned loudly as he stretched my tight pussy. Inch by inch he sank deeper until his heavy balls rested against me. He was so deep I felt full in a way I had never felt before.

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

or, you know, life. It’s okay that he’s talked incessantly on the drive to the hotel about his new business idea. The one that has no actual plans attached to it and consists of “well, weed is legal now in some states” and “I know some guys.” And it’s okay that even at thirty-eight, he’s still so good-looking that the clerk at the front desk looks like she’s in a bit of a daze from his focused attention. I know the feeling, sister. It’s how he got me pregnant at sixteen.

Our professor, although old, is not an idiot. I sit in my chair, more or less quietly, while reviewing...uh...what am I reviewing by the way? It doesn’t matter because this damn Jer continues to improve his petting. He parts the flesh of my entrance and sighs contentedly next to my ear, feeling my moisture on his fingers. Damn, where did that come from? I’m not...excited, am I? No! No! No! I cannot be! And it is indecent. I’m a good girl and not some slut.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

Even through his suit, it couldn't be hidden that he was a muscular man. And just look below his waist, even a fool would agree that he must be well-endowed down south. Heaven knows the number of times I've had inappropriate dreams about this man. Dreams of him positioned between my legs, pinning my wrists above my head to the mattress and fucking me like I stole his family heirloom and threw it in the ocean. I would wake up feeling already wet. The times I've masturbated in my bed or in the bath tub, desperately calling his name, wishing he'd appear in such moment to fuck me senseless... can't even been counted on my ten fingers and ten toes.