Erotica Syories Novels & Stories

"It's true. Quite a few of the books I used to read were reverse harem novels. One woman having to serve two or more men. They weren't the only type I read, but maybe fifty percent." "Wasn't my brother enough of a man for you?" "Master is the most skillful lover I've ever had. The best orgasms of my life have been with him?" "Would you agree, Lisa?" Cindy asked. "Definitely. Totally cosmic cums; much better than my former husband." "The one who raped you both, who got shot? Mom and Dad told me about him." "That's the one." "So why did you fantasize about multiple men fucking you?" Cindy asked.

Four weeks, three days and two and a half hours was the exact amount of time since he’d walked into the La Terrazza bar and fallen deep into his very first full-blown erotic obsession. He’d only gone into the place out of curiosity. He’d been working late and felt stressed out, pissed off and bored with his relatively mundane existence. La Terrazza was a notorious sexual stomping ground, and as a young man whose turn to stomp was long overdue, he’d arrived with high hopes, a genuine thirst, and the beginnings of a very nice hard-on. He’d expected glitzy people, pricey drinks and plush, slightly pervy surroundings; what he hadn’t expected was “The Weirdo’...

The free swing of her breasts added extra zest to her state of excitement— especially when Dina took a moment to play with them, making her nipples spark with want. Lorraine lay down with her knees up, her feet planted on the vinyl cushion, and her clitty on fire. A heartbeat later, Dr. Melling’s erogenous ass hovered above her face. She clasped the divine, sensitive cheeks, and pulled Dina into a sitting position. She felt the sizzle between her own legs as she began to lick the sweet furrow— Dina’s perfectly poised slit. Her ears went erect when she heard a sigh as crisp as the abandoned notebook: the

Elena The police sirens screamed closer as the board members surrounded me like predators. I knelt in the center of the study, completely naked, my voluptuous body already a sticky mess. Thick layers of cum coated my heavy tits, dripped from my swollen, gaping pussy and ass, and ran in creamy rivers down my thick thighs onto the floor. My clit throbbed visibly, red and desperate. My nipples stood painfully hard, begging for rough hands. Adrian gripped my chin, forcing my eyes up. “One last full dose before they break in. Spread those legs wide, patient. Show them how wet your stepbrother made you.”

SYDNEY Matthew kept grinding deep inside me, his thick black cock stretching my poor pussy lips wide around every thrust. The fat shaft rubbed against every sensitive spot, making my whole body shake. I came hard again, squirting all over his cock and balls. Warm juices gushed out as my pussy clenched and pulsed around him. “Fuck yes, you dirty squirting slut,” He groaned. “Drowning my black cock with your married pussy juice.” He pulled out suddenly, and I whimpered, suddenly feeling empty. His massive dick shone with my cum. He stroked it slowly, spreading my wetness all over the thick shaft.

She came hard, thighs locking around my head, a long broken sound leaving her throat as she pulsed around my fingers. I crawled back up and we kissed again, slower this time, bodies still humming. We lay tangled for a while, trading soft touches, learning the maps of each other’s skin. Eventually desire rose again. She reached into the nightstand and brought out a slim, curved vibrator. She switched it on to a low hum and pressed it between us so that it rested against both of us when our hips met. We moved together, grinding, the vibration traveling through slick flesh. I kissed her deeply while we rocked. The dual pressure and the steady buzz pushed me toward another climax faster than I e

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

“Taking two cocks like you were born for it.” The new sensation pushes me over the edge once more, my fifth orgasm crashes through me, I shake violently, pussy gushing around Tyler’s cock. They stand me up and press me between their hard bodies under the spray. Scott lifts one of my legs high, sliding back into my soaked pussy with deep, grinding strokes. Tyler presses in from behind, his cock sliding between my thighs, rubbing my clit and the underside of Scott’s shaft with every movement. The double friction is mind melting. Their hands roam everywhere, squeezing my breasts, rubbing my clit, gripping my throat lightly, dirty praise fills my ears between kisses and bites.

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

Over, and over, and over, and over. My legs began to shake as my skin turned to fire and the pleasure that mixed with the conflicted guilt became so intense that I could no longer think straight. Angelo was silent, save for his silent pants and the occasional grunt whenever he would feel my cunt tighten around his cock. Other than that, he was wordless, and that's how I knew that he was beginning to fall into that same cloudy sex-daze that I was.