Long Legs Opening Scene Novels & Stories

My legs were shaky as hell when I stood up, the light gown barely covering my ass, and I wiped at my soaked thighs with the edge of it but it did almost nothing. I could still feel how stretched and empty my pussy was, how my asshole was fluttering from the finger I’d had inside it, and every step I took downstairs made more of my arousal leak out and coat my inner thighs. The cinema room was pitch black except for the flickering glow from the big TV screen, two oversized recliners set far apart like the room had been designed for people who wanted space. Sandra was already curled up in one, legs tucked under her, looking comfortable and completely unaware.

Six years into our long-distance relationship, I tell my girlfriend, Claire Whitmore, that I'm too busy with work to spend her birthday with her. Behind her back, I secretly take the property deed with me and board a ten-hour flight to her city. I want to propose to her in front of all our friends and surprise her. While waiting for my ride, I use my work phone to reply to a few messages, then casually scroll through my social media feed. The first post I see is from my childhood friend, Ryan Cole. "I'm going to be a godfather! My goddaughter is 8.5 pounds. I'm so happy!" I open the photo and see Claire and Damian Pierce posing together, a baby between them. My mind goes completely blan

The studio was still bathed in the warm glow of the golden hour, the fading light casting long shadows across the scattered equipment and discarded clothes. The camera lens lay forgotten on the floor, a silent witness to the wild, tangled mess of bodies and desire that had just unfolded. Lena’s skin glistened with sweat, her chest rising and falling in desperate gasps as she lay sprawled across the chaise, her limbs trembling with the aftershocks of the pleasure Nico had gifted her. But even as her body ached with need, she knew this wasn’t the end—not by a long shot.

Dim lighting, Two people tangled together on silk sheets, hands roaming, mouths moving, the unmistakable sounds of pleasure filling the room. Oh, this was going to be good. I glanced at Lena.

I could smell all three of us in the room, sweat and pussy and the beer from earlier and the sex we had already fucked into the cushions. “Look at his dick,” Leni said when she came up the third time, her chin shining. “He is getting hard again just from watching us pass his own cum around.” “I see it,” I said. “He can stay hard and dripping while we finish this. Keep going. I am not done tasting it.” I pushed Leni onto her back on the other end of the couch when I decided the loop had gone long enough. I looked at Miles and I pointed at her open thighs, at the mess already leaking out of her from the first time he finished in her.

The only thing that I can't fully make myself do is open my legs, the way he wants me to do it, as wide as I can. I can see it on his eyes that he is running out of patience. I looked away. I looked somewhere else but I finally end up closing my eyes instead as I carefully open up my legs for him. "F*ck it, you're killing me," he growled like a hungry beast. He roughly grab my legs and open it wide. "Oh!" My body climb up on their own everytime he fanned the sensitivity of my core with his hot breath. He stops trailing my leg with his wet kisses. The sexy beast who is worshipping me and my whole body looks up and grins at me like a devil who is about to come after my soul.

“Both of us. Watching you laugh, watching you stretch in those tiny shorts, watching you bite your lip when you’re turned on and think no one’s looking. We’ve been dying to touch you. To taste you. To make you come undone between us.” Lena’s hand finally slipped beneath the lace. One finger slid through my slick folds, gathering wetness, circling my swollen clit with agonizing slowness. She hummed, low and pleased. “Fuck,” she breathed against my thigh. “You’re dripping for us already. So ready. So fucking perfect.” I couldn’t speak. Could barely breathe. All I knew was the throbbing ache between my legs, the way my body arched toward both of them, begging without words.

I closed my eyes tight, then opened them again. The scene was still there. Lena's wide hips and enormous ass jiggled uncontrollably, rippling like waves every time he slammed into her. His thick, veiny cock—much bigger and thicker than mine—disappeared balls-deep into her dripping, stretched pussy again and again. Creamy white juices coated his shaft and ran in messy strings down her trembling thunder thighs onto the kitchen floor. He suddenly pulled out, spun her around with ease, and lifted one of her thick legs high, hooking it over his shoulder.

“Open your legs, Anastasia.” “But…” “Open.” My pulse roars in my ears at the non-negotiable order and I do. I let my legs part, releasing the friction I’ve been fruitlessly attempting to keep there. “Now place your feet on the desk,” bend your knees, and keep your legs wide apart.” With each order, he strokes and squeezes my nipple until I’m gasping for air. But I do as I’m told, stretching my skirt up and opening my legs. “Wider. Let me look at that pussy.”

He knew that, as well. When she stood there in her bra and panties in front of him, his eyes changed from glowing to, she could almost see a fire burning within them. She reached down and hooked her fingers on the sides of her panties and began to slide them down her legs. When she stood up, she had already reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She stood up and turned but not before he saw everything he was staring at. She stepped into the shower and under the water. She left the door open. “Aren’t you coming?”