Gyno Erotica Novels & Stories

Her moans turned guttural, deep yogic breaths devolving into "Fuck... harder, stretch me open." The group orbited, sweat-slick bodies sliding together. Lena straddled Gwen's face reverse, grinding her dripping pussy onto the instructor's mouth Gwen's tongue spearing in, lapping the musky folds with sloppy suction, Lena's ass cheeks spreading wide in the mirrors. Beside them, broad-shouldered Mike fisted his cock, waiting his turn, while petite Asian Sara 69'd with him on adjacent mats her throat bulging around his girth, his tongue buried in her asshole, wet slurps echoing off the glass walls. Turbulence of bodies built: hands groping tits, fingers pinching nipples, the air thick with grunts

A cruel crotch rope ran between her legs, the coarse fibers soaked in her flowing juices, grinding mercilessly against her swollen clit and pressing deep into her tight asshole. Gwyneth was positioned above her in a strict 69 — suspended in a hogtie directly over Eira, wrists bound to ankles, back arched sharply so her perky breasts hung downward and her tight, dripping pussy hovered inches above Eira’s face. The position forced her cunt to drip warm strands of arousal directly onto her lover’s lips and tongue. The wind howled through the stones. The bonfire crackled. The distant sound of waves crashing against the cliffs mixed with the women’s soft, broken whimpers.

Ginger Ryan knows all about getting herself off, and boy, is she going to have a blast teaching her new student all of her naughty tricks. Oh, you’re so adorable in that cute red skirt and white blouse. Now take them off slow and easy. Ah, such a lovely young body... to tender and fresh. Oh, yes... that little bra is so perfect for those cute breasts. Yes, slide the straps off your smooth shoulders... oh, wow, look at those cute and pert beauties. Caress them, slide your hands under them and press them together... squeeze those perfect globes lovingly. Feel those rosebud nipples rising up against your palms, and keep caressing the sensitive flesh. Do you feel that cosy warmth building up bet

Her legs trembled, and she gripped the edge of the desk tighter. Professor Kane added a third finger, stretching her more. He fucked her with his hand, the palm slapping against her clit with every thrust. Sara moaned louder, not caring if anyone outside might hear. The pressure built fast. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, and she came hard within minutes. Her body shook, and her juices squirted a little, dripping down her thighs and onto the floor. He did not stop. He pulled his fingers out, and she heard the sound of his zipper. Then the thick head of his cock pressed against her entrance. He rubbed it up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness, before pushing in deep in on

Her moans turned into short, broken whimpers now, “uh… uh… yes… like that…” He kept the pace brutal, the glass fogging from their heat. Her free hand braced against it, leaving wet prints. He finally pulled out, turned her, and bent her over the toilet tank. One hard shove and he was buried again, pounding her from behind while she gripped the edges. “Tell me what you are…” “Your overtime slut… your dirty little hole… use me…” He reached under, pinched her clit hard, and she broke. A loud, shaky “fuck...I’m cumming...” ripped out of her as her pussy clenched and fluttered around him, juices running down her thighs.

I gripped her hips and fucked her in a steady rhythm, watching the way her body took the thick cock, the way her back arched when I angled just right. “That’s it,” I murmured. “Take it.” I picked up the pace, still controlled but harder, the harness slapping against her skin. Each thrust dragged a louder cry out of her. I reached around and found her clit, rubbing tight circles while I drove into her. Her thighs started to shake. .. .. Author's POV The meanwhile, outside the closed door of Sophia and Mary’s room, a small cluster of nuns had gathered in the dim hallway. The thick stone walls couldn’t fully muffle the sounds coming from inside...they listen to each moan

This was normal life now. Later that afternoon, I lay on a wide silk cushion under a flowering tree, reading one of the community’s ancient erotic scrolls. The illustrations were filthy and beautiful — women tangled in endless pleasure. My fingers idly stroked my own clit as I read, lost in the words. A woman with golden hair and a thick strap-on appeared beside me. She didn’t speak. She simply spread my legs, positioned the fat head of her cock at my entrance, and pushed inside me in one smooth thrust.

His touch seemed to be possessed with a witch-craft-made potion that she ended up desperate and seeking for more of him. “Primo, ah…” even her voice. It’s hard to believe that this erotic voice was hers. She’s different because Primo uncovered the depth of her womanhood that only he can give this much pleasure. And only he can make her have the nerve to get naked in front of him in a place not meant for sex. Georgia’s body arched when she felt his tongue twirling around her nipple. “Oh, Primo… more… I love it, ahh…”

She was stark and nude, with some naked guy behind her with his hand covering her breasts and his lips on her lips. Her face was partially covered with her hair, but I knew Gwen very well; I knew every inch of her body. I flipped through the pages of the magazines and found about five more of them: in a hot tub, showering, on the bed, making out on the kitchen counter, and in a pool. Everything about them screamed erotica. The last thing I wanted was a picture of them having sex. I sighed internally when I saw nothing close to a picture of that sort. "Dyl, calm down. Maybe it's not what it looks like," Ezra said, squeezing my shoulder gently.

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.