Errotic Novels & Stories

She had wrapped her legs around my waist and was pulling me deep. Her hands were on my ass, pulling me closer. I could feel another orgasm building. Her right hand had moved even farther down on my ass. My cheeks are firm and tight from working out. I thought she was just massaging my muscles. I was not prepared for what she did next. Her fingers spread my ass cheeks. As good as my cock felt in her wonderful pussy. I could not help my mind from wandering to those God-awful rectal exams from the DR. office. Being so straight, I am almost homophobic, my ass is the last place I think of when I am thinking erotic thoughts.

“Scream my name when you take my cock, you stupid bitch.” The ownership in that, the permission to use his first name in this profane context, shatters my last restraint. The coil snaps. My orgasm rips through me, violent and convulsing. My pussy clenches around his driving cock in rhythmic, milking spasms. I scream, a raw, unfiltered sound, into the polished wood of his desk. “Marvin!”

Sara stared at the bulge in his pants, remembering exactly how his cock had felt in her mouth, thick, hot, and pulsing. She bit her lip hard to stop a moan from escaping. Her body was on fire, sexually frustrated and desperate for relief. The lecture dragged on, every minute feeling like torture. She kept checking the clock, counting down the seconds until class ended so she could rush back to her dorm room and use her vibrator.

This feeling is… strange, uncomfortable and frustrating to death. “That's enough! I cried because I was embarrassed more than anything. Don't cry anymore." The sound of his voice filled the room, and the girl was motionless, clearly frightened. Eric sighed. “Here, this will help.” Eric put a small amount of lubricant on his finger and gently squeezed her clitoris between his thumb and index finger. She shivered, stunned by the touch, and he knew she was silently signaling him to let go of her sensitive flesh, but of course he wouldn't. “I'm fine, Kitten. It'll be fine," he reassured her gently and began to rub her wet center. He's very skillful, that's why, always careful not to rub too hard

My name was printed on the backside above a magnetic strip. I looked up questioningly. "Congratulations David you are now a member of "Eros", most exclusive sexual fellowship on earth." "I've never heard of it" I said. "Well, not many people have. It stands for the Erotically Responsive Organization of Sexuality. They're pretty low-key, and membership is by invitation only. I'd heard rumors, but until a couple of months ago, I wasn't sure it was real." "What happened?" "Someone asked me to join." "Did you?"

I groan when her perfect pink nipples come into view. "Fuck." Is all I am able to say.

I could feel myself shaking uncontrollably, tears running down my face. Lena licked my tits, sucked my nipples while the men destroyed me. The sounds were obscene; wet squelching, skin slapping, my broken moans and their low growls. Her dad’s voice cut through the haze. “Tomorrow morning we’re breeding both of you. Gonna fill these young cunts with so much cum you’ll be leaking for days.” The words pushed me over again. I came harder than ever, squirting all over Ethan’s cock, ass pulsing. My vision went white. I felt like I was floating and falling at the same time.

Erica replied between moans as she started getting closer to cumming, having absolutely no idea anything like that would happen that day. “Oooooohhh....” Ed said as he came again before he pulled out of Erica and sat back on Darla’s chair before both of the sexy woman sat on his lap, “I can’t fuck anymore right now. My abs are burnin’ and I’m outta man sauce.” “Man sauce?! Haha!!” Erica exclaimed before her and Darla busted out into laughter and smiled back at him.

Ryder breathed, his pace unraveling, his thrusts tightening into something faster, more erratic. Ruth-Ann was coming apart, her middle finger working her clit with frantic precision. She was panting, her head tipping back against the wall, her chest rising and falling as she watched the man she'd craved all day take her mother apart piece by piece. She was a sinner. She was a voyeur. She was a whore. And she didn't care. Inside the room, Ryder's head lifted sharply.

“Always.” Erotica 2.