Female Fantasy Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

I ask. Kira doesn’t say a word, so I stop. "Rhys," she begs. "Is it?" I ask again. "Yes," she mumbles. "What else?" I demand. Kira shivers when I trail my fingers down her stomach. She moans my name, the sound of it rushing straight to my cock. I pull her shirt open the rest of the way. "Here’s what’s gonna happen." I kiss her belly. "You are going to read me every one of those fantasies, and I will make them come true." Another kiss, this time much lower. "I will spend the night giving you something real to write about."

I pictured them degrading me, calling me a mommy slut while they rotated and double-penetrated me, holes gaping. My fingers pumped faster, three deep in my dripping cunt, thumb grinding my clit. The fantasy got nastier: them pinning me, squeezing milk out of my tits in sprays, cum flooding everything. I came so hard my legs gave out. Pussy squirted against my palm mixing with the shower water and I collapsed right there on the floor, panting, body shaking. The tile was freezing on my ass but I didn’t care. I just lay there with my fingers still inside, milking the last little tremors.

That body, those perky tits, that jiggling ass, the way she stole glances while I came… it was driving me crazy. Minutes dragged by. I kept fucking myself steady, hips rolling up to meet every thrust of my fingers. “Ahh… fuck… come on Preye,” I moaned low, getting louder as the need built again. My pussy clenched tight, more cream leaking out. I was high on it, lost in fantasies of her soft tongue replacing my fingers, her mouth sucking my clit while she fingered me deep. I wanted to taste her too,spread her legs after her boyfriend filled her and lick his cum right out of her hole. The dirty thought made me whimper. “I need you… your pussy on my face…”

She screamed in pleasure, gripping the marble edge as I railed her mercilessly. The girl recovered quickly and slid beneath us in the water, positioning herself so she could lick Sister Magdalene’s clit while I fucked her. The double stimulation made the nun lose control completely—her body shaking, incoherent prayers and curses spilling from her lips. I reached down, grabbing a handful of the girl’s wet hair, holding her face against the nun’s pussy as I pounded. “Drink her juices,” I ordered. “Taste how sinful she is.” The girl obeyed, licking and sucking eagerly. Sister Magdalene came hard, screaming, her walls pulsing around my cock, squirting into the girl’s hungry mouth and into the ho

"Girls! I want your steamiest, slutiest fantasies. Every single one of them. Karen, you go first." Karen was eager, voice husky. "I would give anything to be tied up in a room filled with strange men. Naked by the way. Each of them taking turns on all my holes until I can't take anymore." She bit her lips, pressing her legs together to ease the ache in her snatch.

He’d bend her over the sink, one hand on her throat, the other between her thighs, murmuring mine while she whimpered into his shoulder. That was when she started writing it down. It had begun as a way to exorcise the heat. To put the fantasies somewhere. But it quickly became her escape. Her private journal turned into something else entirely. Every page dripped with longing. She wrote scenes where he came home from work and threw her onto the bed, his mouth hungry and unkind. Scenes where he forced her to her knees and made her confess how badly she wanted to be his. Scenes where she called him her husband and begged to be used.

"Last night I imagined her again, those small tits perfect in my hand, and that tight little hole that has never been properly fucked. I would edge her for hours, make her drip down her thighs while she reads my dirty words back to me in that soft, shaky voice of hers. Then I'll bend her over and fuck her raw until she screams that she only belongs to me, filling her deep with load after load so she cannot forget who bred her." My clit throbbed so hard that I had to shift in my chair, pressing my legs tighter together to ease the ache, but it only made me wetter. I could feel my panties getting damp the longer I read this raw fantasy about breaking in a girl who sounded exactly like me. My p

She hadn't expected to see the crazy woman still slobbering over cocks. “You disgusting whore,” she spat, her voice dripping with hatred. “You've been thrown in the dungeon like the filth you are, and you're still spreading your legs.” Fenny only moaned, arching her back like a cat in heat. She turned, presenting her ass shamelessly to Sandra. “Look, Sandraaa,” she purred as Thom dropped down behind her and slid his cock into her dripping cunt with a growl. “He’s fucking me so good. I'll bet you wish you were me.”

"This feels so good..." Our bodies slapped together harmoniously. Natalie's walls massaged me so splendidly tight, melting me inside her belly with her wondrous heat. I was struggling to pace myself at points and not simply explode inside her velvety walls as my body yearned to do. The physical and mental excitement washing over me was so very intense. My head tilted back to the sky as I swallowed, panting heavily, in awe that I was inside of the girl with the unreal body. The very same girl I caught myself ogling in Biology so many times and fantasized about how exactly I would or even could do her – day in and day out. The real thing was beyond any fantasy I could've cooked up.

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”