John Oliver Rat Erotica Novels & Stories

It brought an electric buzz through his pencil. Oliver wasn't a kid, he was eighteen, but still he found pleasure in behaving this way. This was the only childish thing about him, nothing more. His hands moved expertly through the desk, until he was jerked by Taylor, his best friend. In a split second, he saw Taylor licking Eleanor, his girlfriend's pussy like, it was his ice-cream. Oliver eyes dilated as his fingers stopped its movements on the table. Like a bad video tape, the video seemed to expand, and he noted Eleanor's brother filming the two as he stood by the door, away from sight.

Oliver’s mouth watered. He leaned forward and took one nipple into his mouth, increasing the pace of the thrust of his fingers in her pussy. He wanted her to cum. He wanted her to cum from just having his fingers inside of her. And if the contractions of her pussy was a telltale sign, then he was on the right path. Hell, she was easily the most beautiful woman he had ever met. And the most delicious.. if he could refer to her as that. Oliver removed his lips from her now swollen breasts, just as her hands tightened in his hair as she screamed loudly, and collapsed on his shoulder. Her pussy gripped his fingers tightly not letting him ho as the juices from her orgasm flowed.

"Yes, fuck yes." John moved behind Lila, his cock sliding into her pussy from behind. She moaned, her hips rocking back to meet him as she continued to play with Venetia’s clit. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, our breaths mingling in ragged gasps.

"Your pretty pussy is so clean. So untouched." He used his large, scarred fingers to hook into her labia, spreading the pink, pussy jaws wide. He stared at her tiny, puckered hole, the virgin gateway that had never known a man's intrusion. It was a pale, dusty rose color, glistening with a clear, honeyed nectar that smelled of rain-washed lilies and the sharp, musky tang of a woman in heat. "You smell too fucking good, Ruthie," he groans, his nose inches from her clit. "I can taste 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.

It seemed impossible. I pushed the door wide open and saw that Olivia was the only one in the room, completely absorbed in what she was doing, oblivious to my presence. I carefully stepped into the room, making sure not to make any noise, just to see what she was doing before she realized I was behind her. My legs seemed to shake when I saw what she was watching - a pornographic video. I couldn't help but wonder if she had been truthful when she said she didn't know anything about intimacy. As I stood behind her, not saying a word or moving, all I could feel was my skin crawling and reacting to the explicit video she was watching. I couldn't deny my arousal, and I knew what I wanted.

Oliver Queen whispers, shoving Rodolpho flat onto the leather cot, leaving the discarded briefs dangling from one ankle. Oliver's massive, fully erect cock rubs hungrily against Rodolpho's trembling backside before he drives the thick head straight into Rodolpho's unlubricated ass. Rodolpho bites down hard on a stray pillow to muffle the raw, dirty screams tearing from his throat. The sheer size of Oliver fills him completely, stretching his walls to the absolute limit compared to the gentle, infrequent touch of his husband. Oliver plunges in and out with savage force, riding Rodolpho until a massive, prostate-shattering orgasm hits Rodolpho like a freight train, sending waves of white heat

Oliver nibbled on Yoursa again, this time using a gentle tempo and providing stimulation to the woman he was fondling. His hands were ready to squeeze Yoursa's twin balls in turn, slightly raising Yoursa's shirt until Yoursa's twin balls were clearly displayed to his eyes. "You're so very intoxicating, baby. Your body has become my opium that I can't stop, and I want to fill you up so badly. Moaning under my ministries and calling my name with the sound of your sexy sighs," Oliver says, his kisses moving downward, savouring every inch of the nape of Yoursa's neck all the way down to her twin balls.

Elora breathed as Helena’s body exploded, she came with a fierceness like before, and even before she was done, Elora had already grabbed one of her legs. Helena didn’t need anyone to tell her what was about to happen next, Elora straddled her, positioning her pussy right in front of Helena’s pussy, and both their bodies shook at the contact. Elora moved her hips back and forth as she tribbbed Helena’s cunt, their pussy juice mixed with each other, their clits grinding and both of them saw splashes of light explode in front of them. Their orgasms were heightened, their bodies shook violently as they held onto each other and cum on their pussies. The room filled up with the scent of their dir

But Oliver didn’t, he looked at Tristan for a while, before getting real close, and touching him first with his hand. “You got pre-cum on the tip," Oliver whispered in Tristan’s ears, making the hair on the back of his neck go up, then he moved his mouth to Tristan’s cock. He was slow at first. His angle was much better, and he explored Tristan’s balls and the region below. Tristan had never experienced anything this erotic and stimulating. He wanted more, and began to push Oliver’s head down for more.