Pegging Erotica Novels & Stories

“Yeah, and I still left. But looking at you now, all wet from the shower, I think today is different.” Fear mixed with something hotter in my chest. I tried to push past her but she was still stronger than me, still the same solid stud who used to pin me down in bed like it was nothing. She had me on the wooden bench in the locker room before I could get away. One of her friends held up a phone and started recording. Another girl helped Megan strap the thick pink dildo onto her hips so the strap-on cock stuck out hard and ready. The other girls in the room went quiet and watched. A few of them slid their hands between their legs and started touching themselves while they stared at us.

It felt like she needed to pee, but better. He fucked her faster. One hand reached around, found her clit, and rubbed in hard circles. The pressure snapped. She squirted hard, a clear fluid gushed around his cock, soaking his thighs, the couch, dripping to the floor. Her body shook violently. “Damien fuck oh god.” He didn’t stop. His fingers kept working her clit fast, firm, and another orgasm crashed through her right after. Her pussy clenched tight around him as she screamed into the cushion.

I held her vagina open with my fingers and I continued digging into her, her pussy trembling and releasing tiny pussy farts that were odorless and very fucking sexy. “Your pussy is very fucking-” I could not finish my sentence.

Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. No Intro, go in blind and enjoy the outcome. ----- ZINNIA’S POV I gasped as I moaned out my husband's name. I arched up towards him as he stroked my pussy with his cock. I writhed against the bedsheet moaning out loudly. “Fuck Ryder….oh babe!” I watched my husband slip his cock out of my pussy and give me a spank on my ass. Making me scream, and coming back to reality.

Anything to shut her up. Bam! And then it occurred to Sienna. A method to remedy this problem and in a hurry! There was perhaps thirty seconds left to the shadow now. She peered around the deck, spotting a few others having difficult. The women desperately sucking or rubbing the penis with hopes of sparking it to life. Paige on the other hand... was being drilled by her powerhouse pole from earlier. She gripped her own ankles, doubled over, taking the humongous meatstick again and again. Shrieks and screams of pleasure. If anything, her sexual sound box would help stimulate the other men.

Ariel I held my breath as I turned away from the pole, making a slow walk toward the bed. I made sure to exaggerate the sway of my hips, my pulse thrumming in my ears as I felt his predatory gaze locked onto the emerald lace of my thong. I wanted to drive him to the edge. I didn't even make it halfway. One moment I was wiggling my way across the rug, and the next, his massive, calloused hand clamped around the back of my neck.

If any of the following apply to you, do not proceed: – You have experienced sexual trauma or abuse and certain kinks may retraumatize you. – You are triggered by depictions of non-consent, violence, incest, or power-based abuse. – You are under the legal age of consent in your country. – You object to profanity, crude language, or extremely vulgar sexual descriptions. – You prefer “fade-to-black” or romantic, loving sex scenes. This collection is written for adults who actively seek out extreme, boundary-pushing erotica. It celebrates the full spectrum of human sexual fantasy without apology or censorship. If you choose to continue, enjoy the ride—but know exactly what you’re diving into: r

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.

Her moans turned into short, broken whimpers now, “uh… uh… yes… like that…” He kept the pace brutal, the glass fogging from their heat. Her free hand braced against it, leaving wet prints. He finally pulled out, turned her, and bent her over the toilet tank. One hard shove and he was buried again, pounding her from behind while she gripped the edges. “Tell me what you are…” “Your overtime slut… your dirty little hole… use me…” He reached under, pinched her clit hard, and she broke. A loud, shaky “fuck...I’m cumming...” ripped out of her as her pussy clenched and fluttered around him, juices running down her thighs.

There were various poses, none of them displaying her pussy because her legs were crossed; it was the one classy thing about the pictures. She was surrounded by a variety of models, male and female, all displaying themselves. They were naked. The men’s cocks were erect. Kisses were exchanged between men and women, women and women, men and men. Fingers curled around and into sex organs. Penetration of all orifices was shown, penetration by fingers and cocks and toys. All the slaves surrounding Solange had nipple rings, male and female. Solange pulled the reference photos from the booklet and scattered them over the table. “You can see what I’m looking for, can’t you?”