Erotic Gyno 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

Gretta said, "But after a while we were really trying to get each other excited. For the longest time neither of us would admit it. We'd start out just talking and sooner or later the conversation would become risqué. After a while we'd start telling each other erotic stories about our supposed experiences. Then the talk would turn really dirty, downright pornographic. She'd be telling me about having sex with two or three boys and we both knew darn well it had never happened but I did the same thing right back using the nastiest language you can imagine. All this time pretending we were just talking; we both knew better. Pretty soon one of us would get up and go into the bathroom for a whil

really? Oh no, no. Don’t look so alarmed. I wasn’t really expecting this... but I don’t mind at all. In fact, I encourage it. There’s nothing wrong with a little self stimulation when you’re all alone and far away from your lover. And if you need help from someone with more experience, don’t feel shy to ask. I sure can give you a few pointers, if you ever feel the need for it. Oh, what did you say? You would love that? Oh, shit... you won’t believe how happy I am to hear that. I was kind of hoping to get a little more out of this exchange program... what, my husband? Oh, George won’t mind at all. He’s a free spirit like me; we don’t put any restrictions on each other. So whenever you need an

The surgeon, a man she’d decided to call ‘Doc’ in her mind, moved first. He was all precision. He leaned in, not with the hungry abandon of a starving man, but with the focused intent of a craftsman. His tongue was a delicate, firm instrument. He started with a single, slow lap from her perineum to her clit, a exploratory stroke that mapped her terrain. He found her clit, already a hard, sensitive pearl, and began to work it with the tip of his tongue. Tiny, rapid, clockwise circles. It was maddening. It was exquisite. It was a tease that built a slow, coiling heat deep in her belly.

I told her I had worked on some erotic stories this weekend and asked her if she wanted to read them. She sent a quick response and said, sure. So I sent them over to her and waited. She responded, "you certainly have a knack for storytelling, detailed, personalized, and hot!!" At that point, I knew she must have enjoyed the stories. I walked into her office and closed the door. No one else was scheduled to be in the office on Monday, which was a bonus for us. When I closed the door, she looked me in the eyes and said, "I'm so wet from reading your stories."

Outside of her fantasies, her daydreams, the stories she told herself when she came, this was new. But it felt old. It felt as if she’d always been on the bed with this man, always had his hands on her body, always had his whispered words working through her mind. He reached one hand under her and began to rub her clit as he fucked her. She made a low, keening sound under her breath, unable to stop herself. “Come when I tell you,” he said. Could she? Gina felt that she was right on the edge, teetering. What if he didn’t tell her fast enough? What if he didn’t say that she could and she came without permission? What if…

EMMA The walk up the stairs felt like a fever dream. My legs were still shaky from the two massive orgasms Sarah had ripped out of me downstairs, and my inner thighs were slick with a mixture of my own juices and her saliva. Jake’s cum had dried in streaks on my skin, but my pussy was already throbbing again, aching to be filled. Sarah led us by the hand—her full, naked body glowing under the hallway light, heavy tits bouncing with every step, ass jiggling enticingly. Jake followed close behind, his thick cock still rock-hard and bouncing, glistening from fucking Sarah’s cunt.

I said, taking her hand in mine and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Okay here goes. I've never had anyone do what you did to me before. I've heard my friends talk about it but that's all." Her face began to redden and she lowered her eyes. "You mean you've never had a guy lick you down there?" I asked skeptically. "No." "Wow. I find that hard to believe, I mean I've heard rumors that you're..." I couldn't bring myself to come out and call her a slut. "That's just vicious gossip that Patty Brady spread because she saw me with her ex-boyfriend Tom Simpson!" Cassie growled defensively.

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

She kept the pressure on until Claire was crying, until her body was so exhausted from the intensity of the orgasm that she could barely stand… Then, Colette pulled her fingers out, licked them clean, and looked at Claire with a dark, predatory hunger. "Strip," Colette commanded. "Get on the table." Claire scrambled to obey, pulling off her habit, her undergarments, everything, until she was lying vulnerable and exposed on the polished wood. Colette didn't wait. She climbed onto the table, straddling Claire. She spat onto her hand, smeared the saliva over her own clit, then wet Claire’s clit with the same fluid. She aligned their vulvas, the wet, skin-on-skin contact sparking a new wave of h