Hairy Sex Stories Novels & Stories

The old university library smelled of aged paper and secrets. It was past eleven when I slipped between the tall shelves in the restricted section, heart racing. No one was supposed to be here this late, but I couldn’t resist. My fingers trembled as I pulled out a worn leather book titled Forbidden Desires of the Victorian Age. The pages held explicit stories that made my cheeks burn and my body ache.

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

Hair messy from my hand. “Holy shit… fuck,” I breathed. “You’re gonna kill me.” She pulled off just enough to speak, her voice hoarse and wrecked. “Good.” Then she dove back down. Sucked harder. Bobbed faster. Her hand twisted at the base in time with her mouth. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the cab — her moans, my groans, and the slick glide of her lips. I was close. Too close. My thighs tensed. My grip tightened in her hair.

“You say no, but your cunt is creaming all over me. You’re a filthy little liar, stepsister. Your body knows what it wants — it wants your stepbrother to ruin it.” He pulled his fingers out, yanked his sweatpants down, and freed his thick, hard cock. It was big — veined, throbbing, the head already leaking pre-cum. Harper’s eyes widened in fear. “No… Tyler, please… it’s too big… we can’t…” Tyler positioned the fat head at her entrance and slammed into her in one powerful thrust, burying every inch deep inside her tight, dripping cunt. Harper cried out, her back arching as he stretched her completely. The burn mixed with overwhelming pleasure.

“You two always collect payment like this, or am I just special?” Roy’s laugh was low and dirty. “Special enough. Most girls don’t bend over this easy.” Hank’s thick fingers hooked into the waistband of my shorts and tugged once, testing. “Mouthy little thing. Bet that mouth does more than talk.” I felt the heat between my legs spike. My secret kink—the one I never admitted out loud—was already throbbing. Older men. Rough hands. Being used like I was nothing but a warm hole on the side of the road. These two had walked straight out of every filthy fantasy I’d ever gotten off to alone in the dark.

Wet sounds filled the quiet room every time his fingers moved. He kept me like that for long minutes, building the need higher and higher. My thighs trembled. Soft broken moans spilled out of me without stop. “Ahhhhh… I need your cock… ahhhhh… please…” “Soon.” He pulled his fingers out and showed me how shiny they were. “Look how wet you get for your husband’s father. You are ready to be used.” Victor opened the top drawer of the nightstand and took out two soft black rope ties and a dark silk scarf. My heart slammed against my ribs.

Sex Ed with Mom: A mother teaches her son all about the birds and the bees. NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex, incest/taboo sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy. >>>> Chelsea, the petite blonde mother, gyrated her hips on top of her lover, her hanging hair covering his and her face like golden curtains.

Hey, my name's Mia. I'm 18, with long brown hair, a curvy body that I actually like, and this boyfriend Jake who's just... everything. He's 24, tall with messy black hair, tattoos on his arms, and a smile that makes my knees weak every time. We've been together for six months, and the sex? Oh god, it's fire. But nothing prepared me for what happened that night.

They were beautiful in a rugged, outdoorsy way—fit, with the kind of bodies that spoke of hiking and climbing, not gym selfies. The scene was a tangle of limbs and pleasure. One of the younger women, a blonde with wild, curly hair, was on her hands and knees. A man with a thick, muscular build and a cock that looked average in length but impressively girthy was kneeling behind her, his hands gripping her wide, swaying hips. He was fucking her, his balls slapping against her pussy with each deep, driving thrust. “Oh fuck, yes, that feels so good,” the blonde moaned, her head hanging low, her back arched. “You're so fucking good.”

“You’re such a good boy, Greg. Does this turn you on? Touching your mom’s best friend like this?” I nod, breathing fast. “Yes, a lot.” She smiles wickedly and glances down at the obvious tent in my shorts. “I can see that, look how hard you are for me.” She reaches out and cups my bulge, stroking me slowly through the fabric, I gasp loudly. “Take your shorts off,” she orders softly. “I want to see that young cock.” My hands move almost on their own, I push my shorts and boxers down, my hard cock springs free, leaking at the tip. Mrs. Harper wraps her soft, warm hand around me and strokes slowly, teasing the head with her thumb.