Graphic Sex Story の小説・ストーリー

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

He slammed back in, doggy style, his hands gripping my hips as he thrust deep and fast. “Fuck, your pussy grips me so good." Thea slid beneath me, her mouth latching onto my swinging breast as she tried to suck them, desperate. Adam slapped my ass lightly. “You two are filthy. Kara, tell me how my cock feels.” “It’s so big… stretching me… don’t stop!” I gasped, feeling Thea's teeth against my nipple. Thea chuckled lightly. "Fuck her harder, Adam, make her come.” He growled, thrusting faster, his balls slapping against me. “Come on my cock, Kara. Grip me.”

Lucas barely lets me through the door before he’s on me. He pushes me against the wall, kissing me hard, hands roaming everywhere. “Tell me one of your filthy little secrets,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Something you’ve touched yourself thinking about but were too ashamed to say.” My face burns, but the desperation wins. “Ice,” I whisper. “I read about someone using ice cubes on a girl’s nipples and clit while they fucked her. I want to feel that. I want it to hurt a little.” Lucas’s eyes darken with pure lust.

The combination of having incestuous sex in front of strangers while enduring sexual insults combined with the friction in her pussy was too much for her to take and her body and soul exploded. The wails from her mouth were so loud it brought others into the room to see. And for the first time she squirted all over. I kept ramming my meat into her intensely spasming vagina to prolong her orgasm. Then I gave in and shot my hot cream up into her womb. My hips bucked up against hers and we grinded them roughly together. We kept grinding and grinding in an effort to extract every drop of cum we had in our bodies. Then we collapsed in a heap with Grandma's sweaty body on top of mine. We are now i

he grunted, one hand gripping my hair, his mouth on my throat. He started moving fast, hips slamming into mine. “Yes!” I moaned, digging my nails into his shoulders. “Harder, Xavier. Fuck me harder!” He lifted me a little, changed the angle so every thrust hit that spot deep inside. His hands pushed the top of my dress down, grabbed my tits, mouth sucking on one while he pinched the other. My whole body shook. I came hard, legs trembling, hips jerking against him. He groaned loud, buried his face in my neck and came inside me, pulsing over and over.

It was as much as she could do to keep her hand away from her pubis, the warmth doubled by the knowledge that Tony was sharing the same almost uncontrollable emotions. He brought out the rest, one after the other, an exotic feast of sensual delights, each more daring and innovative than the last. There was one of a woman wearing vaguely Eastern dress suggestive of a harem. She was on all fours, bending over so that her pudendum was in full view: the shadowed area between her legs, the plump wet labia fringed with hair. Her mouth encompassed the turgid prick of the youth beneath her. An older man straddled her, about to thrust a truly spectacular twelve-inch cock into the depths of her forbid

"God, Daniel, I want you so bad." A dark, satisfied smirk spread across his face, one that made my stomach do a complete flip. He didn't move away. Instead, he reached down, his large, warm hand sliding right under the hem of my denim skirt. I gasped as his fingers found exactly what they were looking for. Since I wasn't wearing any panties, there was no barrier. He slid two fingers deep into my soaking wet pussy, moving them in a slow, agonizing circle that made my knees buckle. I leaned my forehead against his chest, whimpering as he pulled his hand back out. He brought his glistening fingers right up to his own mouth, his eyes never leaving mine as he licked my pussy juice off them .

Then, just inches of entry, she stopped. We read many stories from pulp XXX books, Penthouse Letters and other magazines, to the internet, passing them back and forth between us. We never imagined that one of those stories would become an actual memory, much less that two would. But now she summoned a particular story to both of our minds. She signaling her choice by asking Jace not to use his hands except on her tits for now. This meant she was going to fuck him, and more important, in keeping with the story she picked, I was going to help. She kept her eyes on me, giving a nod which I returned, saying without words that I was on the same page.

Arms crossed at all times—unless dragging someone out or blocking a door. Content Warning: This story contains themes and depictions of sxual assult, r*pe, non-consensual acts, gr*oming, sx traffcking, and dr*g use. Reader discretion is strongly advised. These topics are part of the narrative and may be distressing or triggering for some individuals. Please take care while reading.

The apartment’s silence presses against me, the air heavy, as if the story’s heat is choking the room. I keep going, the words filthier: "He spreads my ass cheeks, his fingers sliding along my wet pussy, teasing my entrance. 'You’re soaked, slut,' he growls, and I moan, loud, reckless, the sound echoing. His thumb circles my clit, slow, torturous, until I’m bucking, begging for his cock. He unzips his pants, his dick thick, veined, the head glistening with precum. He rubs it against my slit, coating himself in my juices, and I whimper, my cunt desperate." My thighs press together, my pussy soaking through my shorts, the fabric sticking to my skin. I want to touch myself, but I don’t, not yet