Free Erotica Short Novels & Stories

The way she was whimpering and moaning made me think she was very close to a climax. I started touching myself as I watched my friend ride. Freya looked beautiful and sexy as hell as she moved her hips with the desperation of someone at the threshold of orgasm. I could clearly see Ethan’s dick disappearing deep inside Freya’s pussy, his shaft coated in my friend’s fluids. Freya’s butt caught the light coming from the window just right, and looked amazing as it bounced. I felt a shock I’d felt before when I realized Freya’s cheeks were spread open, and I could clearly see her asshole. For some reason, this aroused me. Was I really lusting at the sight of my friend’s asshole?

. “She’s not bad, she had a unique charisma and beauty.” Joshua though maniacally He started pulling down his pants and while he looked at the naked photo of Karen. He hold his d*ck and trying to wake him up. When it got hard and angry he started pulled it up and down again and again. “Oh, fuck! She so hot I want to jerk her off into a popsicle mold,” “Then she will gonna have a deep throat my d*ck and freeze my cum into her mouth. “ “Oh man, she’s f*cking sizzling hot!” “I’m gonna f*ck her asshole, with butterfly style!” While masturbat*ng, Joshua felt the thick floods that flowed down his pen*s veins. “Oh, holy shit! f*ck!” a viscous liquid burst into Joshua’s tube causing him slo

“My after-class project. My desperate little slut who traded her dignity for a letter on a page.” His words were filth, and they poured over her like hot oil, searing her shame and transforming it into fuel. Her climax built with terrifying speed, coiling from the very brutality of his fucking. She was sobbing, pleading, begging for it, for him, for the oblivion he offered. “Please…” “Come for me, Elara,” he commanded, his own control fraying, his thrusts becoming wild, uncoordinated. “Come on your professor’s desk. Show me you accept your terms.”

All of it urging Emma to tease a little further, her words shaky as she spoke full of lust. "B-baaaby... uhhh yes! Your friend is fucking me! Your roommate is fucking me soooo good! Ohhh fuck! Oh fuck, fuck! Just like that! FUCK ME! Uhhh... His dick is soooo fucking good, baby!”

Without hesitation, Desirée leaned forward and buried her face in Kaida’s pussy. Kaida gasped, a sharp, beautiful sound. Desirée’s tongue delved into her folds, tasting her unique coolness and the hot, slick evidence of her arousal. She licked and suckled, mimicking the rhythm Conor was pounding into her own body. Kaida’s hands fisted in Desirée’s hair, her hips beginning to move against Desirée’s mouth.

My own fingers never left my clit, working in a frantic, blurred motion. I pushed off Dante one more time, another fountain of my release spraying so far it almost cleared the bed. I was beyond gone. I sank back down, gripping Kael’s length to stroke him while Jax grabbed me by the neck, pulling me into a deep, desperate kiss. When he pulled away, he kept his hand on my throat, his eyes dark with a terrifying intensity. "You like being our little secret, don't you, Ariel? You like being the family slut."

I continued to lick, knowing that she would cum soon. She didn't disappoint me. Within a few moments, a stream of fluid began to flow from inside of her. I backed away and furiously rubbed her clit with my hand. The stream of fluid became a torrential downpour as my fingers touched her in just the right way. She had her eyes squeezed shut tightly as the fluid squirted from within her young body. As the leak slowed to just a dribble, she opened her eyes briefly. "Nobody's ever done this to me before. You're amazing," she gasped, before her eyes rolled back into her head. I continued to rub, and suddenly another rush of liquid poured out of her as her body seized with pleasure.

My hand m‍ove​d on its o​wn, fingers slipping u‌nder the damp‍ fabric, finding my clit, pressing‍ hard, circli‌ng once, twice, matching his pace. Anna droppe⁠d to her knees be​side them, silent‌ and grace‌ful, sliding one hand up Greta’⁠s trem⁠bli​n‍g thigh, c‍upping a breast, pinching the n‍ipple until Gret‌a his‌se⁠d.

“Right now, I want your cock in my mouth.” Eager to see what I’m working with, I make quick work of divesting him of the velvet shorts and he sighs in relief. “Those aren’t comfortable,” he says on a chuckle. “Not even remotely breathable.” I scrape my nails up his inner thighs as I turn my attention to the present between his legs. It’s thick and long, eagerly awaiting my lips. Without hesitation, I lick from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, swirling my tongue around the head and tasting the saltiness of the pre-cum already appearing.

Hated how my thighs trembled and another gush of slickness leaked down my inner thigh. But my body moved anyway—small, hesitant steps across the cool hardwood until I was standing right in front of her, close enough to smell her arousal, sweet and musky and so fucking intoxicating it made my head spin. Elena’s free hand reached out, manicured nails grazing my bare thigh just below the hem of my boy shorts. I jumped at the touch, but she only smiled wider, sliding her palm higher, pushing the fabric aside until her fingertips brushed the soaked cotton covering my pussy.