Erotic Nude Stories Novels & Stories

"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.

In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know much about her. "It's not the scene you need to highlight, but the story pattern they use," Ben explained, "Almost all local eroticism stories have similar bed scenes." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same crotch story.

My body shook violently, hips bucking up into his touch “Who taught you how to finger yourself, Muna?” “Nobody. I just did it” I gasped He rubbed my clit slowly with his thumb now, it made my toes curl “Ahhh… Mmmmh” “Was that the first time you touched yourself?” he asked, voice low against my ear “Nnno” “Hmm” He hummed deep in his chest. “So my little Muna has been naughty for a long time, huh. You have learned to pleasure this little body without me” He maintained the slow circle on my clit without sliding his fingers into my pussy. I felt empty and desperate… the more he teased my clit the worse the emptiness grew. I tried to grind down, to take his fingers deeper, but he pulled his hand

The room echoed with the panting of three naked bodies. Sara watched Vincent pull up his underwear. His cock had still not gone down. The Viagra was still working. Sara let out a satisfied yawn. The night had gone so much better than what she imagined.

“Okay. So how do I even start?” “Like any other conversation. Start slow. Let it simmer. You don’t go straight for the clit, right? You tease, you build it up. Do the same here. You could start with the classic ‘what are you wearing’ line, but if you want something that really works… tell a story.” “Story?” she echoed. “You mean, like, read erotica?” “No, I mean tell him something from your life. Something hot, or something that could have been hot if it’d gone just a little further. Something real—then spice it up. Let your imagination play with the memory.”

If she doesn't know what to do with her ripe body for herself, I know what to do with it and I know how to do it well. “Read it, sister. Go on” I encourage her as I take a seat on my soft bed with my legs spread open like in the picture. My shaft is rapidly filling up with this need to fill her hole but I need to see how far I can go before she gives in to me. “What is wrong stepsis?“ I ask, “nothing…“ her sweet voice cracks as flips to the next page, I grin at her. The picture waiting for her in the next page is a full frontal nude of myself.

He ordered the nun, who wasted no time doing exactly as she was told. When she was done, he shoved me down, my face buried in the nun’s cunt, she was already wet, glistening. I’d never done this before, and so I eagerly started licking her pussy. Neither of us needed to say anything, it was almost as though we were communicating with this sheer lewd act of sin. The nun reached down around my face and grabbed both my boobs. Fuck, her grip was even tighter and harder than the priest’s grip. I bit my tongue, trying to keep myself from screaming out in sheer pleasure and pain when she squeezed them and pinched my nipples, tugging and rolling them so hard it felt like I was going to cum anytime s

I whispered, tracing my lips along the hollow of his throat. “No,” he said, his voice hoarse, but I could tell he wanted to be naked as much as I wanted him to be. “Please?” I whispered, “You’ve seen me naked. Consider it repaying a favor.” I wanted to see those defined muscles up close. I wanted to touch them, feel them, and maybe have them over me. What I really wanted to see was his reaction. I had never seen a grown man naked before, and I was dying to see what that looked like.

” “So tell me how many ladies have you fucked so far, I can see this is not your face time of having sex.” ‘Actually, Aunt, this is my second time fucking a lady, the first was my girlfriend, it's just that I watch a lot of p**n videos, which makes me know more about how to have sex.’ Well, not bad, let's go to the bathroom and take a shower, when we are done, I will get you something to eat. We both made our way to the bathroom. “I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing as my eyes swept down to his nude beautiful form. I couldn't keep my gaze from returning to his crotch. His cock was looking soft and it seemed harmless. But I recalled how it felt inside my cunt and I love it.”

It wasn’t Nathan. Bruno was sitting there, shirtless, his head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth parted in silent pleasure. His right hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly, deliberately. Even in the dim blue light of the television, I could see the thick, glistening head and the precum shining at its tip. He was bigger, much bigger than Nathan. I froze. I had never seen anything like it before. The sight of my boyfriend’s father touching himself was so raw, so erotic, that I couldn’t look away.