Erotic Smut Stories の小説・ストーリー

Her pussy clamped down around Jack's pistoning shaft, fluttering and clenching as she teetered on the edge. "I'm gonna come," she whimpered around Candy's fingers. "Please let me come!" "Go ahead, whore," Candy purred, twisting her fingers in Lilith's hair. "Come on Master's cock like a good little fucktoy." And with that permission, Lilith let herself go, screaming as her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave. Her cunt spasmed wildly, milking Jack's shaft for all it was worth. Jack groaned above her, slamming into her one last time before grinding against her cervix and exploding. Lilith felt his hot seed painting her insides, marking her as his property.

She shatters, orgasm ripping through her, soaking my cock as she screams my name. The clench tips me over; I thrust deep, cumming hard, filling her with heat, waves crashing through me. We collapse, panting, her eyes hazy with satisfaction. “You’re... incredible,” she whispers, kissing me softly. I grin, fangirl heart soaring. Princess claimed, novel be damned. Back at the banquet, my harem’s waiting, smirks knowing. Elyria rejoins, composed but glowing, and Ardyn whispers, “Sister’s smitten.” Kaelen’s possessive, Zane amused.

I said to Ginger, as I slipped my hands under her nightshirt and felt her bare ass with both of my hands. "Right, they don't know about our sapphic love affairs yet," said Ginger. "Sapphic, I like that word. Why have we not used it before?" I asked. "Probably because I only just learned it last week while reading a story on Literotica," said Ginger. "Literotica, what's that?" I asked. "Only the best website in the world for erotic literature and the like. You should check it out," said Ginger. "I'll do that when we get back home, it sounds interesting!" I replied.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

She kept stroking him, thumb brushing over the head, spreading the wetness there. “Fuck, baby,” he murmured against her lips. “You’re gonna kill me.” She didn’t stop. Just kept kissing him, touching him, pressing her body against his. Two years of rivalry had left her starving. She climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, grinding down slowly. Her wetness coated his cock as she rocked against him. Jonah’s hands gripped her thighs. “You’re so wet already. Been thinking about this?” “Yes,” she admitted, voice shaky. “All night.”

Me: This is wrong. Unknown: Does it feel wrong when I tell you how beautiful you are? How I would kiss every inch of that soft stomach you try to hide? How I would worship between your thighs until you couldn't remember your own name? I lay back on the bed, breathing faster. My free hand moved down my body almost involuntarily, slipping under the waistband of my shorts. I was already soaked. My fingers found my swollen clit and began slow circles as I read his next message. Unknown: That's it. Touch yourself for me, Isabella. Imagine my hands instead of yours. My mouth. My tongue tasting how sweet you are.

he says. “I love you too. Good weather, bad weather, rain, sun, shine.” “You like to fuck more in inclement weather,” he says. I grin, lean over him to kiss him, grinding my hips until that first sunshine-yellow burst of pleasure sounds inside of me and I am coming, his fingers digging into my flesh. His teeth nip at my lower lip and make my orgasm that much brighter, that much sweeter. “True,” I say. “Maybe it’s the danger. Inclement weather turns me on. Almost as much as a clement man.”

Maxwell followed suit, spilling his seed all over my lips and face. I collapsed onto the bed, sweaty, messy, wrecked, and dripping with cum. All my muscles and nerves felt sore, my pussy throbbing, my legs couldn't stop trembling with aftershocks. I had no idea, sex felt this good, shouldn't have waited till now. Just when I thought it was over, the brothers switched positions. Ethan slammed his lips against mine, hands fiddling with my breast while whispering into my ear, “This is just the beginning.”

This gave me more comfortable access to her delicious pussy and let me go deeper with my tongue. Following a tip I'd read in an erotic story somewhere, I began with the alphabet technique, simply recreating the alphabet between her lips. According to the story, the unpredictability of the movements created a wild pleasure that built up steadily. It seemed to be working. By the time I was at Q she was moaning loudly, begging me, "Don't stop, Derek, don't stop!" Of course, I had no intention of stopping. I could have dined on this delicious delicacy all day and all night, wallowing in the amazing taste.

Her oral skills were highly developed and she came to the group already indoctrinated by the ridiculous revelations of a popular series of "Vampire" stories. They were well written and attracted the devotion of a number of disaffected young people to the romantic elements of vampirism. Lafitte had not hesitated to give the beautiful young girl the fang of creation. His long cock buried in her tight young pussy was treated to her violent changing life-force opening her core to his vampire seed. He had done that on several occasions and he never tired of the stimulation that replenished his sexual energy. Lafitte made a habit of tasting the pretty girl's blood early each morning before the sun