Erotic Bi Sexual Stories Novels & Stories

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

The man in my mouth thrusted even deeper till his cock was hitting the back of my throat with every push. "That's it, take it all," José growled, yanking my hair so hard that my neck strained. He drove his finger deeper into my ass, stretching me while his cock battered my soaked cunt. I wanted to curse him again but the cock in my mouth muffled every word into wet gurgles. The biker under the table sucked my clit hard, and another wave of orgasm hit me. My pussy clenched around José's shaft, squirting another hot rush of cum that the man below drank greedily.

I squeezed my thighs together, already feeling myself grow wet. “You like that, don’t you?” Lord Blackwood’s deep, commanding voice sent a shiver straight through me. “Take it deeper. That’s it… good girl.” I bit down hard on my lip to stop myself from moaning. My hand pressed between my legs over my skirt, desperate for some kind of relief. Every filthy word he spoke made my pussy throb painfully. Night after night, I returned.

I found the experience highly erotic and my penis rose to full strength as she dabbed at my balls and my buttocks. Taking her hand I led her to the bedroom and we kissed before getting onto the bed. 'I want to touch you,' she said, and I rolled onto my back as she knelt over me. She reached out and circled my shaft with her long, slim, red-tipped fingers. Her touch was exquisite: gently stroking with one hand, using the thumb of her other hand to spread the sticky fluid leaking from me around the purple, engorged head of my cock. As I watched she lifted the thumb to her mouth and licked the secretions from it. 'Is that alright? Am I doing it right?' she asked softly. I gulped and nodded and

“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."

Her legs squeezed tightly together as waves of incredible pleasure rushed through her. On Tuesday morning, Stephanie went to school with fear in her heart. She had thought of nothing but Kelly and the kiss all weekend. The feeling of the pretty woman's lips on hers was like nothing she had experienced. It was so different from a man's kiss. While, she was sure she wasn't a lesbian, she now wondered if she was what they called "Bi-sexual". She didn't like labels, but she could think of no other words that fit. She had never reacted to a kiss from a man like that. The remembrance had forced her to masturbate three times since Friday. That was more than she normally did in a month.

Her breasts bounced with every thrust. Lena watched with dark eyes, one hand slipping between her own thighs. “You look so good taking two cocks,” Lena said breathlessly. “Such a naughty bride.” Emma could only moan in response. Rico reached around and rubbed her clit while Jax sucked hard on her nipples. The pleasure slammed into her like a storm. She came again, harder than before, screaming as her body shook violently between the two men. Jax groaned beneath her. “I’m close.” “Fill her up,” Rico encouraged, pounding her ass faster.

He moved closer and, still fondling his bulge, Karen sat back in the chair, one leg thrown over the other, squeezing her thighs together to bring pressure to bear on her clitoris. There was something powerfully erotic about the glorious interior of Blackwood Towers. Generations of Burnets had fucked there — not only husbands and wives but, no doubt, a multitude of illicit lovers as well. It was as if the tumescence, liquid arousal and violent pleasure of these people from the past had impregnated the walls. She could almost see them dressed in period costume, ruffles and lace, trooped skirts and powdered wigs. Her mind slipped notches, filled with swirling coloured lights and images of forni

“Good morning, gorgeous.” I smile back. “Turn over,” he says. I flip around so his front is to my back. He pulls me close, and I feel the thickness of his morning erection press against my bottom. I wiggle slowly as he kisses my neck and trails his fingers down to my pussy. “So wet for me,” he whispers. I swirl my hips, whimpering at the sudden need that’s coursing through me. He turns away and I hear him open the condom, and in moments, bliss comes as he pushes inside. The angle is different and hits deep, causing me to cry out.

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.