Odia Sex Stories Novels & Stories

“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”

💋AUTHOR’S NOTE (18+) PLEASE READ ALL CHARACTERS ARE UNRELATED BY BLOOD. Any titles like Daddy, Mommy, Brother, or Sister refer strictly to adoption, step-family, or roleplay. All characters are consenting adults (18+). PENELOPE POV

Adrian held me, slowly pumping in and out as I rode the waves of yet another breathtaking orgasm. I barely recovered when I was picked up and bent over the bed. I didn't realize when my lips tilted up in a naughty smile. Doggie-style was my favorite. Lucas grinned, his eyes charming. “Somebody is having a lot of fun.” “Oh yeah, I am.” I mewled, bending over properly. Adrian laid down in front of me, such that I was between his legs and just above his erection. One behind, one in front… two holes filled.

I signed for the plain brown box quickly, trying not to look too eager and carried it straight up to my room, locking the door behind me. I sat on the bed and tore the package open. My new thick veiny dildo, it was even bigger and more realistic than I expected, two slutty lingerie sets…one black sheer babydoll and one tiny red crotchless teddy, the upgraded ring light and the sturdy tripod. My pussy clenched just looking at it all. I was soaked again. I snapped a quick photo of the opened box and sent it to HotFantasy88. **Me:** It came. Look what I got 😳 The big one is huge. I’m so horny right now after all that stress.

⚠️ Trigger Warning This story contains explicit sexual content, including themes of forced feminization, BDSM, humiliation, sissification, pegging, cum play, and dominance/submission dynamics. It is intended strictly for mature audiences (18+). Reader discretion is advised. “I want you to remember this night for the rest of your life,” Sasha whispered, her voice like velvet over a blade. Julian didn’t get the chance to respond. The click of heels sounded behind him, then the door opened—and everything shifted.

The pizza box was still on the table, the smell of it mixing with the stench of sex and sweat in the air. Her hair stuck to her neck, and I brushed it aside, kissing her shoulder, tasting the salt on her skin as I kept thrusting, her body shaking under me. I thrust hard one last time, my penis deep inside Ariana’s pussy, and came, my cum pouring into her, filling her up. Her body shook under me, her vagina squeezing me tight as she moaned loud, her own orgasm hitting. We collapsed onto the couch, my chest heaving, sweat dripping down my face. Her naked body pressed against me, her breasts sticky with my cum from before, her thighs wet with our juices.

All characters are 18 years or older. This story can be read as a stand-alone. If you would like to read more about the main characters, please check out "In Love With A Lesbian Episodes" in the First Time category. This story contains elements of anal, exhibitionism, group (mmf and mff), mild reluctance, toys, lesbian, and of course lots of sex. Austin, Alanna and their housemates play Strip Poker on a rainy day and everyone gets frisky.

The ones giving head are doing their thing, the foreplay is beyond sensational, and the display of several sexual positions is really heightening my sexual urge, especially since the hall smells of sweat, cigarettes, alcohol, and cum. “Pick your man, Elioza. I’ll pay,” Dedan offers. “If nothing here suits you, you can always send me a message, and I’ll force my way into a VIP option for you.” She taps my shoulder lightly. “Bye.” Then she disappears into the shadows. Now I’m left to view the red and blue world of sweaty skins and imagine their pants of pleasure as they indulge in their sexual pursuits without a break. After a while of watching and stirring my own arousal, I head upstairs, whi

I stumbled into the Orgy Dome on shaky legs, still leaking cum from the pool marathon earlier that day. My pussy and ass felt raw and swollen, but that deep ache only made me wetter. The air inside was thick and heavy with the smell of sweat, cum, and pussy, and dim red lights lit up the place, and big soft mats and pillows covered the floor everywhere. There were about twenty naked men scattered around, all of them hard or getting hard, cocks swinging heavy between their legs.

Or will you always be chasing that first, brutal, ice-to-fire penetration on the parlor rug? You traded loneliness for an eternity with a passion that was born from despair. You warmed a ghost back to life with the heat of your own orgasms. That’s a hell of a love story. It’s also a hell of a horror story. And I think, for you, that’s exactly the point. Her thumb slipped between the pages again. “And… If this is real, can I have the address?” she added dryly. Then she opened the diary and turned to the next page.