Cerita Dewasa Kisah Nyata Novels & Stories

“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”

I thought taboo sex was just a fantasy people staged in p**n, that in reality it could never happen until I was lying in bed against my aunt, and yes, my mother's blood sister, while her husband pushed his cock in my wet, tight pussy. It's how it is; we never believe some things until it happens to us.

Another cock filled her mouth right after. They put her on her back again. Two men sucked on her nipples while a third fucked her pussy. Fingers rubbed her clit fast. Calista came once more. Her whole body trembled. Ronan took the final turn in her pussy. He fucked her slow and deep. His eyes locked on hers. “You love this, don’t you?” he asked. “Yes,” Calista gasped. “Don’t stop.” He came deep inside her. Hot cum flooded her pussy. The last loads mixed with all the others. Calista lay there breathing hard. Cum leaked from her pussy and ass. It covered her face and chest. She smiled up at the men.

“I’m… excited. And a little bit like I’m going to throw up.” He smiled, a genuine, relieved smile this time. “Me too.” He moved to sit beside her, the mattress dipping under his weight. Their knees brushed, a jolt of warmth passing between them. “So, uh…” He gestured vaguely at the bed, then the condoms. “Where do we start?” Adeswua let out a soft giggle, her shoulders shaking. “I don’t know. I read some articles. They said… kissing is usually a good first step.”

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

Disclaimer: This is an erotic story that contains explicit, spicy, and sexual content intended for mature audiences only. If you are under the age of 17 or uncomfortable with adult themes, we kindly advise you not to proceed. However, if you’re of legal age and enjoy such stories, then welcome—and enjoy the experience. Chapter 1

Step into a raw, no-holds-barred world of hardcore er*tica where every craving is dragged into the light and f*cked senseless. This explicit collection delivers nasty, dripping-wet stories packed with rough, filthy encounters — from dominant males claiming their willing (and unwilling) girls, to twisted group gangbang, taboo power exchanges, and degrading pleasures that leave bodies sore, dripping, and begging for more. No vanilla bullshit here. Expect graphic c*cks slamming deep, sloppy holes stretched and used, dirty talk that would make a whore blush, cum-soaked endings, and all the nasty kinks that cross every line. All here. These tales don’t tease — they pound you relentlessly

I told myself that over and over but it did not help much. The days felt long and the nights were worse. I would lie in bed and remember how big his cock felt in my pussy, how deep he pushed, how he told me not to cum until he said so. My body would get restless and I would toss and turn until the early morning. That night in bed I could not take it anymore. I picked up my phone and opened the internet. I searched until I found a p**n site I had used before. I typed in words that matched the kind of things me and daddy did.

“You like the pain. You like knowing I’m ruining this hole because you deceived me. Your ass is mine, Cynthia.” She did. The pain was a bright, sharp wire, but beneath it, a deep, perverse pleasure was building. The fullness was immense, overwhelming. Each thrust rocked her entire body, sending shockwaves through her core. Her neglected pussy was clenching empty, aching, but the attention to her ass was a different, darker thrill. “Yes,” she moaned, the word breaking on a sob. “It’s yours. It’s all yours.” “Tell me,” he demanded, his pace increasing, becoming rougher. “Tell me what a lying slut you are.”

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.