Pantyhose Sex Stories Novels & Stories

They didn’t let her close her legs. Two men grabbed her ankles and yanked them wide, hooking her knees over their shoulders so her hips tilted up and her wrecked holes pointed at the ceiling like twin targets. Her cunt lips stayed puffy and open. A thick river of mixed loads poured out in a slow, steady stream and ran down the crack of her ass. The pierced one knelt between her spread thighs and looked straight at the mess they had made of her. “Look at this greedy little cunt. Already swallowed six loads and still begging for more.”

My pussy began to leak uncontrollably, the juices running down my thighs as my body reacted to the double invasion. Now I was completely pinned. Tyler was pounding into my ass, his thrusts deep and punishing, while Rex stepped back around to the front. He grabbed my legs, hiking them up over his shoulders, exposing my dripping pussy to the entire room. He dove back in, slamming his cock into me with everything he had.

I kept shifting my weight, pressing my thighs together hard. Heat rushed through me and I could feel myself getting wet, my panties sticking. Later we slipped out to the garden where the lights were dim and the music sounded far away. He pushed me against the stone wall, hands on either side of my head. “I cannot do this anymore,” he said, breathing heavy. “Pretending I don’t want you—it’s impossible.” I grabbed the front of his jacket and yanked him in. “Then do it,” I whispered right against his mouth. “Fuck me, Xavier. Right now.”

We held each other close, kissing and staring into each other’s eyes as he deposited rope after rope of hot, sticky cum. Jeans POV I’d never been under the impression it would be a hard sell. Hannah was as desirable as they come, and always had eyes for her older man. Even though he was only her stepdad, she saw him as the most important man in her life. I was past the point of being able to carry a child of my own, and I secretly hoped that if they started having sex, she would get pregnant. The chances were good considering they didn’t produce condoms that could fit on Troy’s penis without ripping, and she’d been off birth control for over a month.

Even bigger than I had imagined in my stories. “Lift your skirt,” he ordered. My fingers trembled as I obeyed, slowly bunching the plaid fabric up around my hips. Cool air kissed my exposed skin, making me acutely aware of how drenched my lace panties were. Professor Kane’s hand slid down, cupping my ass possessively before slipping between my thighs. He rubbed two fingers along the soaked crotch of my panties, pressing the fabric against my swollen clit. “So fucking wet,” he growled. “Your professor makes your little college pussy drip, doesn’t it?”

The simple touch of someone else’s hand after so many lonely years nearly made me cum on the spot. “Tell me…” he whispered hotly against my neck, “did you wear this dress hoping to seduce me?” I hadn’t fully admitted it to myself earlier, but now that he said it, I realized I had. “I… I did.” “Good girl. Now pull it up.” I obeyed instantly, yanking the tight black fabric up around my waist even though his hands were already under it. He wanted full access, and I gave it to him. Ethan shoved one thick hand between my legs, rubbing my soaked panties against my swollen pussy. “Oh my God,” I cried out. His fingers were so much thicker than mine, the pressure felt incredible.

This is an explicit adult anthology intended for mature readers only. It contains highly steamy, graphic scenes of lesbian sex between consenting adult women. --- In the heat of forbidden cravings and stolen moments, women surrender to their deepest, wettest desires. Sapphic Desires is a scorching collection of passionate W/W erotica, where soft curves press together, eager tongues explore, and trembling bodies lose themselves in raw, dripping pleasure. From a defiant student’s impulsive kiss in her strict teacher’s office—leading to hungry fingers, sucking lips on aching nipples, and intense, moaning climaxes—to an unexpected visitor who joins the fray, turning shock into a slick,

Vivian is a five feet eight inches woman with a beautiful figure, her tiny waist showcases her beautiful full boobs and well rounded hips. She sauntered to where he was bending to remove his shoes, she ran her fingers through his thick dark hair, tugging at it a bit. He raises his head and gives her a coy smile. He runs both his hands up her long shapely legs, dragging her pencil skirt up, exposing her creamy thighs. He plants light kisses on her thighs as he trails his way up to her red lacy pants. Vivian helps him pull the skirt up as he pulls her pants down He looks into her eyes as he inserts his fingers into her pussy, a smile playing on his lips when he discovered she was already wet.

“My love with a bountiful package. I’m always at your mercy. But I love to beg – crawl at your feet and be submissive to you. You have that hold on me. You have never lost touch with what my body craves. I need you more with each passing day. You make my life more interesting with all the sex moves you play on me. I wish your prude wife could see us fuck, then she’d know what she is missing.” “I love missing you. That’s exactly why I keep searching for you – even when I’m right in front of you. You are something special. Your pussy sings my praise whenever I speak to it. I worship every inch of your body. You are divine. Beauty isn’t more beautiful than you are.” “Tell me about your sexual e