Eriotic Stories Novels & Stories

She said,” You're just saying that to make me feel good! In order to do something to conceal my erection, I said, “Let's get wet,” and dove into the water. Katie actually dove in almost the same instant and we surfaced just a couple of feet apart. I could see her bra had slipped down to just where the top of her pink areolae were visible. She pulled he bra back up in place, but didn't seem to be in a hurry to make the adjustment. Far from solving my erection problem, my dick was really starting to twitch, as if trying to climb out of my suit. Katie said, “Remember when I was little and you used to pitch me up to do backflips? Do you think you could still do that?”

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

“Fuck my ass too.” Rickard positioned himself. With Elias’s thick cock still pounding her pussy, Rickard pressed his own against her tight asshole. He pushed, slowly, insistently. The resistance was fierce, but with a sick, wet pop, he breached her. Liza screamed, a raw, ragged sound muffled by Marcus’s cock. The feeling was unbelievable—her cunt stretched by one man’s girth, her ass filled by another’s length, and her mouth serving a third. She was a vessel, completely occupied, every hole claimed.

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

Jane whispered, her voice breathless, tinged with longing. Eric leaned closer, so that she could feel the warmth of his body behind her. “I want you to focus,” he murmured. “Focus on my voice, on my hands, on how I make you feel.” Her body responded immediately, arching slightly as if seeking him out. She closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the sensations, into the anticipation that pulsed through her,her pussy has started becoming wet yearning for Eric's big hammer to fuck her die . “You feel that, don’t you?” he asked, his hand now pressing slightly against the inside of her thigh.

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Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

"Tell me who this cock belongs to." "You're mine!" she wailed, her fingers clawing at the sheets. "Your dick is mine! Every drop of your cum is mine! Sarah is just a vessel, Edwin... you're my husband, my king, my fucking stallion!" The intensity reached a breaking point. I could feel the pressure building in my balls, the inevitable explosion nearing. I accelerated, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my muscles straining. I drove myself into her one last time, burying myself as deep as humanly possible, feeling my cock throb against her cervix.

I could see the lust in his eyes as he smiled, his eyes fixed on my cleavage. He stopped breathing as his fingers slid into my pants, feeling the wetness of my pussycat, and I tilted my head backward. “Raymond,” I groaned as he rubbed my clitoral area in small circles. Two of his fingers slid in, and he began a steady rhythm as his tongue flickered over me. I couldn't prevent my hips from rising to meet his thrust. I was riding his hand, which was kind of embarrassing. I wanted to stop but couldn't. Somehow, I found my hand tangled in his short hair, my eyes rolling as he increased his rhythm.

I was showered with offers for dates, but none of them gave me that tingle in my pussy that Eric next door did. I went to a seedy bookshop in the "wrong" part of town and bought a couple of erotic novels. I chose ones that were about husbands having affairs with younger women. As I read them in bed late at night I let my fingers play with my tits and my pussy and I brought myself to my very first orgasm. It was a wonderful discovery, but nothing like what the books described. I knew I needed a cock for that and the only cock I wanted sat between Eric Conner's legs.