Erotic Group Stories Novels & Stories

My voice was shaky as I spoke. I saw her smiling before she finally spoke, I black eyes were shining with something I couldn't quite name. No… the opposite of what I was wanting to hear from her… your writing was loving and powerful. I love your story because I love erotic stories myself and I'd like to talk more about it with you. “So are you free this weekend Come to my place Sunday at eight.” I felt my heartbeat increase is it the test that I don't want her to give me that she wants to give me in her house? Or is it something else? I asked myself.

"So... you like erotic stories, don't you, my son?" He attempted to speak, but I interrupted his stammer, reaching down to place my finger to his lips, my big tits just inches above him, my slightly wet pussy directly in front of him in plain sight. "And you particularly like erotic stories about sons and mommies, don't you, my son?" My hand reached down and wrapped gently around his, as expected, erect and ready-to-burst cock.

We kissed again, slowly and languidly, and I stroked her back and her arms as we nuzzled each other, soft, undemanding kisses, tasting her saliva and smelling her perfume, giving promise of passion to come. A faint "thump" outside as a ball landed on the green next to the hut roused us from our embrace. 'We'd better get on,' said Sandra, standing up and emptying the dregs of her coffee. 'That's the group behind us, they've caught up.' We had another kiss just off the fourteenth fairway, behind a bush like a pair of adolescents. So by the time we had finished and put our clubs in our cars and settled into the clubhouse restaurant I was in a rare state of arousal.

They didn’t give us time to breathe. Victor and Derek pushed us onto the big bed. They made us face each other in a scissor position, our wet pussies pressed firmly tight together. Patricia started grinding on me hard, our clits rubbing slickly against each other. I grabbed her ass and pulled her closer, moaning into her mouth as we kissed. The men watched for a minute, stroking themselves. Then they joined.

Pressing his tip against my entrance, he pushed his cock forward just enough to stretch me, the ache was delicious and maddening. Then he pulled away, leaving me gasping for more. They alternated, one teasing my pussy, the other rubbing against my clit or ass and always stopping at the brink. My juices coated their cocks as the room filled with the wet sounds of my denial. I was trembling, my orgasm built and receded like a tide. Gerald's fingers found my clit, circling it fast while the coordinator's cock pressed against my asshole, teasing the tight ring. My body convulsed, a dry orgasm ripping through me without penetration. I collapsed onto the bed, shaking. Gerald and the coordinator bo

Also, he felt that he could relax since she didn't have a dick and thus, his hidden hole was safe. Kim, following what she had read, sucked as she looked for that place that he had read that would arouse a man: the prostrate, so it had been called. “Nnnggg! Damn! Tha… that's… oh…. F… fuck!” Ely cried out incoherently unable to make a sentence as his body arched to meet Kim's thrusts and her sucking. She had hit that place and he was loving it and that doubled with the fact that she was already sucking him made him lose his marbles.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS EXTREMELY GRAPHIC GANG BANG SCENES, PUBLIC SEX, DEGRADATION, MULTIPLE PARTNERS, AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. "MELANDA'S POV" My name is Melanda, and I was twenty-one years old when I made the stupidest, hottest decision of my life.

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

"Don't stop, Kill! I'm gonna cum! Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" A crowd quickly gathered in the courtyard, their backs to us, unaware of the filth happening above their heads. But Jimmy was seeing it all. He saw every inch of the twins' cocks disappearing into my body. The people began the countdown. "10... 9... 8... 7... 6..." "Take it, you little whore," Killian hissed, his jaw tight. "5... 4... 3... 2...” “I’m close,” Sinbad roared.