Hard Core Erotica Novels & Stories

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They caressed one another as they danced, hands fondling breasts, nipples, fingers playing with rosebud nether regions and spreading scented oil and love-fluid over ripe labia and prominent clits. Karen stared down at Mallory and his eyes opened, meeting hers, mockery in their golden depths. Celine worked harder, and his expression changed to the intense look of a man about to come. He gasped, reared against her pubis, gave a loud groan and spent himself inside her. On cue, the other girls entered the bed, wrapping their limbs round him till his body was buried in silken, aromatic flesh.

I could see her biting her lip, eyes squeezed shut for a second. A tiny moan escaped—soft, almost silent, but I caught it. My cock throbbed hard, full now, the thick shaft straining against my shorts, the head flaring wide and leaking steadily into the waistband. I was so hard it hurt, the vein along the underside pulsing like it had its own heartbeat. Eight inches of heavy, veined meat, the kind that stretched women wide and left them ruined for days.

Sean took my right hand and planted kisses all over it , then he looked at me and said; "Hold it and feel it ,can you do that ? " . I was hesitant and he sensed it ,he slowly guided my hand down to his bulge and I gasped when I felt it . Sean's peni* was big ,erect and hard, really hard . "Now feel it " he told me. I felt it but stopped,too scared to continue. "Larissa,hold it and feel it like it's yours " Sean commanded. I did as he said and heard a moan escape his lips. Sean shifted my hand to the bed and gently inserted his tip into me,I felt a sharp pain and screamed.

He yanked my hips up and entered me from behind, his thick cock stretching me, filling me completely. He fucked me hard, his hips slapping against my ass, his hands gripping my hips so hard I knew I would have bruises. He reached around and his fingers found my clit, rubbing it in hard, fast circles. The vibrators on my nipples were still buzzing, a constant, overwhelming sensation. “Now,” he grunted, his rhythm becoming erratic. “Come for me now. Come all over my cock like the marked little slut you are.”

I said, in a low and rough voice, “can I... fuck you? Like, right now? I need to fuck…or get fucked.” He turned his head and his eyes fell on my bulge. 'You sure about that, Tyler? It is not merely the screen, but real. And gay sex is different from other normal fucks you are aware of.” I nodded, and my hand remained on his leg, sliding upwards. 'Yeah, I'm sure. And I would not mind my ass getting hard-fucked. And that is what it takes to work this out.' My heart was beating so hard I feel he can hear it.

I was so ready for this. But now what? Just blatantly put a move on him? I stared at his lap top and recalled Richard saying he caught him watching p**n. I looked over my shoulder to make sure Max wasn't already on his way back. I figured he would take his time and try to calm himself down and that was fine with me. I went into his history and scanned through the sites he visited. My eyes lit up on "My First Sex Teacher" and I clicked it. "Oh, you naughty boy." I whispered as I saw it was an entire site dedicated to teacher student fantasies, Richard hadn't been kidding.

Ryder wasn't just using his tongue, he was conducting a symphony of filth against her nerve endings. They were buried deep under the thick, weighted duvet, a private cavern that smelled of sweat, salt, and the heavy, metallic musk of her own relentless arousal. The heat was stifling, the oxygen thin, but Ruth-Ann didn't care. She felt like a goddess atop a throne of sin, her body vibrating with a raw, electric hunger that five hours of climaxing hadn't even begun to sate.

~CHAPTER NINETY FOUR~ Hardin grabs me by the waist, pressing my hips hard against the edge of his massive wooden desk. His hands are rough as he yanks my short flare gown up over my ass, bunching the soft fabric around my waist like he’s unwrapping something that already belongs to him. “Fuck, look at you,” he growls, voice thick with lust. Two thick fingers hook into the crotch of my soaked panties and pull them roughly to the side. Without warning, he sinks two fingers deep into my dripping cunt, curling them instantly against that sweet spot inside me.

That’s what gets you going. Then you find her: "Kat18." Her profile’s a tease, barely a whisper of a college girl just turned 18, new to this game, begging you to be gentle. Fifty bucks a month is steep, but your dick’s already calling the shots, and you’re subscribed before you can think twice. Her photos hit like a drug—smooth, pale skin, a tight little ass you want to grip, and a pussy so perfect it’s obscene. She’s peeling off a schoolgirl skirt in one set, piece by piece, until she’s bare, bent over on all fours, her dripping cunt on full display. You’re stroking yourself before you realize, hard as steel, cursing that her face stays hidden, a mystery that only makes you hungrier.