Pegging Erotica Novels & Stories

My pussy clenched so tight it hurt. "I was," I admitted. The confession came out shameless. "I've been touching myself to sleep from thinking about you." He smacked me again. Harder. My ass was burning now, throbbing, and every sting sent electricity straight to my clit. "So you're a dirty little thing, aren't you?" "Yes daddy." Another smack came. Then another. Each one made me need him more, made my pussy clench, made me desperate and greedy for whatever came next.

The skinny girls weren't prepared for this kind of conversation. Next to me, the woman who participated in my homemade and weird porn, still sucked Ramirez. The man was moaning now, and that was a cold water bath on my erection. I was a little disgusted, I can't lie. Every moan of the woman was muffled by the sound of suction and how wet things were. I kept staring at the ceiling of the bunk bed, looking for some crack or anything that would distract me from that situation. "What are your most particular perversions? " asked the woman.

Sean took my right hand and planted kisses all over it , then he looked at me and said; "Hold it and feel it ,can you do that ? " . I was hesitant and he sensed it ,he slowly guided my hand down to his bulge and I gasped when I felt it . Sean's peni* was big ,erect and hard, really hard . "Now feel it " he told me. I felt it but stopped,too scared to continue. "Larissa,hold it and feel it like it's yours " Sean commanded. I did as he said and heard a moan escape his lips. Sean shifted my hand to the bed and gently inserted his tip into me,I felt a sharp pain and screamed.

My mouth watered. “Look at that pretty pink pussy,” he murmured. “Still dripping from earlier. You love being used, don’t you, Hazel?” “Yes, Derick,” I whispered, cheeks burning with shame and arousal. He rolled his chair closer. “Crawl to me.” I did, on all fours, stopping between his spread thighs. His cock stood thick and heavy, veins pulsing, the head already leaking precum. It looked even bigger up close. “Clean it first,” he said, voice dark. “With your tongue.”

The scratch of the pen was loud in the quiet room. “Category Three. Penetration. Vaginal. With my fingers, toys, or myself. Again, specifics: pace, depth, position, subject to directives.” Millie’s core clenched. He spoke about fucking her with the detached precision of a surgeon describing a procedure. It was wildly arousing. “Limits?”

Her voice shook from the weight of pleasure. I had watched p**n. But watching live was something else. I couldn’t handle it anymore. I slipped my finger between the slits and started massaging my pussy. My moans came out light, so I didn’t draw any attention to myself.” Mr. Raphael held tight while he shot cum deep inside her hitting her cervix forcing her to push onto his cock and scream with a brain-shaking orgasm. My toes curled and my body shook as I felt myself cum all over my fingers.

Amelia moaned and writhed, crying into the sofa cushion in front of her, while my cock plowed into her small pussy again and again. She brought her hand back to her clit, rubbing herself in rapid strokes. I could feel her slender fingers touching the place where her pussy lips were stretched tight around my thick cock. I could feel her gripping my cock with her vagina wall. I could feel her milking me. "Oh FUCK! You are killing me, Amelia" I groan. I could feel my cock begin to swell up even bigger, pulsing so deep in her young, innocent pussy. I heard footstep, which I knew was my wife or her mother approaching the main door of the apartment.

Daniel is probably curious about how and what pegging feels like, but I'm sure he won't try it since he thinks it makes him less manly. "And she said yes? What I mean is, how..." I chuckled. "Jeez, you read it, didn't you? Man, that's where you'll have your life's most intense *rgasm. That was the greatest." I meant to encourage him with that word so that he would be more interested. I laughed at the grimace on his face, which looked like he imagined the pegging. "Wait, if you don't know what pegging is, how did you know about it?"

At the first crack of the leather whip across my stomach, my pussy clenched so intense, it must've pulled the vibrator all the way inside me. Another help ricocheted out of my mouth, but another stuffed a gag into it that very second. “Wouldn't want anyone ruining our fun now, would we?” He smiled. They continued as though the scent of my flowing juices was pheromone for them. One by one, taking their turns seeing which one made me quiver the hardest. By the time they were done, I was a weeping, dripping mess in a puddle of my own cum. “Fuck. I want to bang her right now.”

Her scream is hot against his palm, a vibrating roar that speaks of utter surrender, of profound, unbidden pleasure. That’s the truth: she wants it. The undeniable proof of her body, the raw, visceral response, screams it louder than any denial from her lips. Her hips grinding against him, the wetness between her legs, the shattering climax—it all speaks a truth that cannot be denied. Her eyes say no, wide and filled with tears of humiliation and rage, a desperate plea for escape. But her cunt says yes, throbbing and sensitive, a testament to her undeniable arousal.