Hot Sex Scenes Novels & Stories

We were about to go off-script. I had carefully 'blocked out the script' for the best action for me and my partner, in this case my supersexy mom. The next scene was nuclear hot. I was on my back, with my body on a slight incline. With me lifted by pillows, my powerful 10 inch cock was pointed at a 45 degree angle, perfect for a woman to drag herself up and do the old tug of war. Mom was positioned on all fours, looking away from me. She had to crawl on all fours, backing up, until her tight, warm, welcoming pussy caught my fatheaded cock. As she bottomed out on it, the lips at the entrance to that wondrous place were pushed in, holding tightly around my huge cock. As she moved away from me,

The first scene starts and it's sex. A man has his daughter folded in half, her eyes are rolled back as he thrusts into her, his strokes are so strong and so fast that the bed squeaks. The air feels hard to breath but Emma looks normal when I peek at her, and Killian too…he looks perfectly fine. I'm the only one taking this hard. I feel my slick sliding out of my lips, even wetter than before and I press my lips together to keep myself from whimpering or making a noise, this is too much.

His other friend without warning slams into me from behind and I scream in pleasure. “Ngggggggggh, shit fuuuuuuuuuuuck, yes keep going, fuck me just like that. Yes… yes… oh yes” the guy from behind continues to fuck me senseless as I tug at my breast and watch in daze as Rosa pleasures herself with a vibrator. This scene is so crazy, I had only seen it in p**n sites who would have thought my fantasies would be brought to life just a few days before my wedding. While we share two men that drive into us hard and fast against the headboard of our bed, Rosa and I kiss and touch ourselves in the most erotic ways ever and my body is fucking sensitive against her touch.

It was a totally unrealistic scene, but there was something about it that was very hot. Another scene I found myself enjoying, somewhat disconcertingly, was one that involved fake incest. A "mother" was sharing a bed with her son in a hotel room. He had an erection that he kept "accidentally" rubbing against her. Each time, her protestations grew weaker and eventually they were fucking. Again, it was a totally unrealistic (and poorly acted) scene, but there was something about it that turned me on. Although I could have held out longer, I was nearing the 50 minute mark and not certain any other good clips were on deck, so I let myself come when the "son" did.

Warning: This chapter will contain an explicit mature scene. ~*~ We engaged in a passionate kiss as the heat started to arose in this scenario. The sound of our pants and my muffled moan resounded inside the bedroom as we both got lost in the moment. He held my waist, pulling me close to him and I raked his hair, deepening our kiss in anticipation. Our chests collided, and our bodies were ignited. When his tongue grazed my bottom lip as if asking for permission to enter, I parted my mouth. Our tongues danced in sync, with his hands moving further down my hips. His tongue explored my mouth, as the heat began to devour me. Every second and every touch was enough to make me feel on edge. I badl

She felt the change in his body; the tension coiling, the breath catching. “Come inside her,” Lydia whispered, her mouth against his ear. “Fill her up, baby. Mark her.” Anton came with a guttural sound, almost a sob. His hips pressed flush against her, his cock pulsing deep inside her. She felt the warmth spreading through her core, felt his cum leaking around his shaft as he held himself there, shaking. When he pulled out, it dripped down her thigh. Julius was there before she could straighten. His hands found her waist, turning her, lifting her onto the table's edge. His face was inches from hers, his dark eyes wild. “My turn,” he said, and his voice was raw.

She whimpers, her body milking me, taking every last drop. I stay buried inside her as the aftershocks fade, my cock twitching, my breath ragged. The room’s a haze of sex and sweat, the air thick with the scent of cum and pussy. I pull out slowly, my dick glistening, and watch as my release drips out of her, running down her thighs. “Happy birthday to me,” I mutter, grinning like a wolf. Cory’s already at the next hole, his cock disappearing into some eager cunt, his ass flexing with every thrust. Scott’s got a girl on her knees in front of him, her mouth stuffed full, her eyes watering as he fucks her mouth.

She began to beg me, "Please, please, Oh God how I need you to touch me." "What a hot little slut you are. I suppose you would really enjoy if I sucked your cunt till you came wouldn't you?" From the background I heard Carl say "Why don't you hot bodies come over here so we can get a close up?" We wasted no time in undressing and lying on the bed. One man on each side watching intently as the scene unfolded in front of them. You could see the passion in their eyes. Anxious to see more by the way they were stroking their cocks both in rhythm with one another. The entire bed was alight with fire.

The camera caught every detail… the way her tits bounced with each breath, the way her back arched, the way she bit her lip and whimpered, “Fuck… right there…” Lesbian p**n is so hot. We women just knew how actually to get shit done properly. “God, Nicole…” I moaned under my breath, three fingers buried deep inside my dripping pussy. I thrust them hard, matching the rhythm of the tongue on screen, pretending it was me tasting her instead. My hips rolled desperately against my hand, slick sounds filling the room as my juices coated my fingers and dripped down to my ass. I was so fucking wet it was so freaking good.

He did, sliding into his stepmother from behind as she leaned forward. Positions shifted fluidly around the hearth. I pulled out of Bella and moved to Dana in the hot tub, steam rising around us as I fucked her in the bubbling water. The warm jets added sensation while Bella rode Chris on the rug nearby, her small body bouncing, moans mixing with the crackle of the fire. Sweat-slicked skin reflected the flames, every curve, every drop of perspiration glowing. “Confess it,” I growled to the group between thrusts. “How long?”