Erotic Tale Novels & Stories

Wetness soaked her thighs, and the air grew heavy with her arousal. His hands cupped her bare breasts, fingers teased her nipples, brushed them slowly, and she whimpered, “Oh god, please.” Her body arched into his touch, desperate for more. “Scared of Sophie’s gossip?” he teased. His voice was a low growl, and his fingers circled her nipples lightly. “Her words can’t touch my screaming slut.” Eva’s breath caught, and she whispered, “Show me.” His mouth found her right nipple again, licked slow, wet circles, and his tongue felt warm against her skin.

Every time he thrust his fingers deeper, she made a soft, desperate noise she couldn’t hold back. Nicolas leaned in and bit the side of her neck, then licked over the spot. “You’re going to cum on my fingers,” he told her, voice calm but filthy. “Then you’re going to look me in the eye while you do it. Understand?” Jade could only nod, already close. Her walls were clenching around his fingers, juice running down his hand and onto her thighs. He added a third finger, stretching her, and the extra fullness made her cry out. Nicolas kept the pace steady and deep, thumb never stopping on her clit.

This one barely registered. He rolled off, breathing hard, and pulled me against his chest. “Love you,” he whispered. “Love you too.” I stared at the ceiling while he fell asleep. My pussy was still leaking a mix of both of them. I slid my hand down and touched myself slowly, remembering the exact shape of Mr. Grant’s cock. How it had forced me open. How he had held me down and told me that cunt was his now. I came quietly with my fingers, biting my lip so Derick wouldn’t wake up. It wasn’t enough. I already knew tomorrow I would stay late again. I needed the real thing.

I used to shrug it off, but one day, I waltzed into the apartment he and Eric shared and I got a glimpse of him naked. He was standing there stark naked and my eyes zoned in on his huge cock. We laughed the moment off, but I have never been the same ever since. How could I? The sight of his thick veiny cock, droplets of water from the shower he just had running down his body. I get wet just thinking about that day, I would touch myself sometimes imagining it was my juices running down his body that day.

The erotica sounds of her mouth filled the space under the water, mixing with my gasps and low moans behind me. Faith free hand slid up to my throat, tilting my head back so she could bite along my neck while her hips kept rolling. "That's my girl, let her taste how wet you are," she moaned, pressing two fingers back inside me from behind even as Stella tongue sucked my front. She then pushed two fingers alongside Faith's, both of them stretching me open together. Their fingers moved in rhythm, one curling up while the other thrust deeper, scissoring inside my clenching walls. My legs shook harder. Faith adjusted her stance, spreading me wider so Stella could comfortably bury her face comple

The pleasure that she knows only Rome could give. She's been with many men before, but they never gave her the sky-high pleasure she wanted to experience. Her back arched when Rome suddenly sucked one of her nipples. She tugged at his hair as he licked, flicked, and bit her nipple. He made turns sucking her breasts. Then she felt his fingers on her pussy again, tracing her slit. His every caress on her pussy was rough. And every time he would touch her clit, the way he caressed her womanhood would intensify, making her feel weak. Until Rome completely ripped off her panty, and without warning, he inserted his middle finger into her soaking-wet femininity.

I cried out, my voice loud enough to wake the dead, my womanhood in a sticky, milky mess. My creamy, white fluid covered Eric's body, dripping down between my own legs and onto the chaise lounge. It even created a puddle in the latter. Eric pulled away from me, his face, his neck and his tattooed chest glistening with my nectar. He straightened himself and took hold of his belt. He smirked, peering at me and I knew what was coming next.

Gosh, he was big, bigger than me, and here I was thinking I was the next Greek god. I subconsciously grabbed his dick, feeling his huge weight under mine, my body already submitting to the urge, imagining how delicious he would taste. “Tell me, Eric, say it. That you did not think of touching me. That you don't want to take my cock right here and fuck me. Tell me that you don't feel the trail of being caught doing something so dangerous. Don't lie, dear; I see it. The matched desires in your beautiful lustful eyes,” he whispered into my ears.

I was showered with offers for dates, but none of them gave me that tingle in my pussy that Eric next door did. I went to a seedy bookshop in the "wrong" part of town and bought a couple of erotic novels. I chose ones that were about husbands having affairs with younger women. As I read them in bed late at night I let my fingers play with my tits and my pussy and I brought myself to my very first orgasm. It was a wonderful discovery, but nothing like what the books described. I knew I needed a cock for that and the only cock I wanted sat between Eric Conner's legs.

Оne hand gently and tenderly strоked my slaсk сосk, anоther strоked my balls. Оne mоuth nibbled оn my earlоbe, anоther whispered tenderly in the ear: "My dear, that was beautiful with yоu. I've never lоved a man as hоt as tоday. I will never fоrget that, until the end оf my life I will never fоrget it. My last erоtiс thоught will have tо dо with yоu. ” Then I fell asleep withоut a dream.