Polyamory Erotica Novels & Stories

she cried, her hips bucking against his, urging him deeper and harder. With a final, strong thrust, Adam drove himself deep within her, his own pleasure coming in a wave that shook his entire body. Amanda's climax hit her hard, the pleasure so intense . She screamed his name, her body writhing against him as she shattered around him, everything around spinning into a blur of colors and sounds.

The scent of him around the study seemed to wrap around me, intensifying the forbidden thrill. My world narrowed to the sensations, the rhythmic friction, the building pressure. I was lost in it, completely undone by the pleasure, forgetting everything but the insistent throb between my legs. My body arched, my nails scoring the leather of the chair as I fucked myself over and over again, calling out my step-father’s name without shame. Julian had wanted to know who was living under his roof. And now, he had the most intimate answer. I have become a whore for him.

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

"Then I say we discard the whole Gio takes you out in two weeks and takes your virginity and start over. Let us make you our girlfriend and we help you learn how normal girl's experience learning about sex and becoming a woman." Cheri looked at Abi. "When you say 'Us' who do you mean?" Abi sighed. "We're a Polyamory Cheri we four do everything together so you date all four of us. Three girlfriends and a boyfriend. Together and in smaller groups like right now, its you me and Gei. Maybe later tonight Fiona or Tiffany join us or all of us get together. Or maybe you want to explore girl on girl stuff and ask just one girl to play. Maybe you want to experience a normal date and ask just Gio. We

My boyfriend is a piece of shit for cheating on me, I was so loyal to him, turned down a lot of guys for him. I have been sex-starved for a month now, even before I broke up with him. I touched myself a lot after the break up, but couldn’t still get that satisfaction I longed for. So I got myself a couple of sex toys, they were fast at making me hit orgasm, and making me cum. There wasn’t that intense pleasure you would get from a man, the touches, the gaze, and the voice. Even the moans from the man, how he gives you care and all of that. “I am cooked” I cried out, lying on my bed alone in my bedroom.

“On your knees, Elias. Show him how you worship your stepbrother.” I sank down, the wooden floor cold under me. Damien freed himself, thick and ready, and I took him deep without hesitation. The wet sounds filled the cabin as I sucked him, eyes watering but locked on his face. He groaned, fingers in my hair. “Fuck, you are perfect. Deeper. Let Tyler see what a good little secret keeper you are.” Tyler unzipped his own pants, stroking himself as he watched. “Damn. He is better than when he spied on us. Make him choke on it.”

She didn’t know, not truly, but her dreams had begun to curdle with strange heat, visions of hands not like his, but rougher, mouths that devoured rather than kissed. “They break them open,” Valerius continued, his lips close enough to taste her fear. “They take that sweet innocence and smear it with sin until it’s unrecognizable. Until it begs for more.” He released her, leaving her skin buzzing with something foul and tantalizing. That night, in her canopy bed, Elara touched herself for the first time with purpose, imagining those words as hands on her body. Her own fingers dipped beneath the lace of her nightdress, into the slick heat between her thighs, and she pictured not flowers, but

'Our perfect fucktoy,' Ethan growled, and I came undone, milking them until they both unloaded inside, hot floods mixing deep within. Evening brought tenderness—Richard bathing me, soaping every inch, fingers lingering until I rode his hand to another peak. Ethan joined, drying me with kisses, then carrying me to bed for slow, shared lovemaking: me between them, one cock in front, the other behind, rocking gently until we all peaked in quiet harmony. The balance was fragile, thrilling. How long before Mum suspected? Or worse, wanted in? The thoughts swirled as I drifted off, sandwiched in their arms, body aching deliciously. The cravings evolved, deeper, darker, binding us in ways words coul

Amelia’s hands returned the favor, mapping him, holding him, tugging, teasing, a perfect, chaotic symphony of desire and devotion. Hours seemed to stretch, time dissolving as they rode the waves of passion together. Each climax was a testament, each shiver a confession, each lingering kiss a promise. They fell into each other again and again, exploring, surrendering, giving and taking in equal measure. Julian introduced little touches, brushes, caresses that heightened the erotic tension—soft bites, whispered commands, fingers tracing lines of fire along her spine. Amelia responded with instinctive hunger, pressing into him, guiding him, savoring every sensation, every gasp, every shudder.

Our screams are swallowed by each other's mouths as we ride out the waves of pleasure. Uncle Samson pulls me off Mom, positioning me then he fucks me while Mom kept kneading my nipples, kissing me. He pulled out and finishes off in Mom’s cunt. “Now you have my cum in both holes,” he whispered. We lay there in silence, the only sound our ragged breathing. Mom's fingers were still on my hip. Samson's hand rested on her stomach, possessive even in sleep. I looked at them, my mother, my lover and thought about how wrong this was supposed to be. But it didn't feel wrong. It felt like coming home."