Polyamory Erotica Novels & Stories

Even as she came hard, the men didn’t slow down. They fucked her straight through her orgasm, pounding her spasming holes even rougher, chasing their own pleasure while her body convulsed helplessly between them. “Fuck, she’s cumming so hard… squeezing both of us,” Tyler groaned, slamming deeper. Ryan grunted from beneath her, thrusting up brutally. “This tight busty whore was made for DP. Keep screaming for us, baby.” Lauren’s mind continued to spiral in the aftershocks. ‘I’m addicted already… more… give me more…’

Killian didn't stop, not until she started to scream and struggle, unable to bear the intense pleasure that was shooting through her. He finally pulled away, grinning darkly and wiping the sweat off his chin. She tried to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling as she felt the soreness in her cunt. She couldn't deny the fact that no man had ever fucked her like Killian. She was addicted to his roughness, to the way he treated her like a whore and fucked her without mercy. She stared at him and his erection, and she immediately knew that it wasn't over. However, she loved it, she couldn't wait for him to rail her again, maybe pinned to the wall this time.

I whispered, admitting for the first time out loud what my dirty fantasy really was. the next second, he ripped my panties and threw the fabric somewhere. Before realizing what was happening, a hot liquid hit my clit, and a low buzzing started.“I hope you are prepared, doll.” I wriggled on the bed. “Because once you start coming, there will be no stopping.”I took a deep breath, shocked by his words, but before I could reply, vibration hit my now-wet bundle of nerves, and all my thoughts disappeared.As soon as the pulsation hit my clit, my legs started shaking, and all my efforts went to me closing them.It was too much. The pleasure was too much. The feeling was too much. His touch was too mu

He fucked me so good that I visibly wanted more. What if he learns about my identity, what if he spills this one night affair to my sister? I possibly can't be the one telling my sister that her boyfriend and I had had a great sex. But I knew I would want more from him, even if I deny him, my body would betray me. And I would want him to fuck me all over again. He stepped back, pushing his hair backwards before stepping into the bathroom. My legs shaken from the pure, sweet torture he had tendered on me. I shut my eyes, relishing in the event that had just unfolded, knowing that I had just betrayed my own twin sister.

She's going insane, and she's enjoying Fender's kissing her feminity. "Oh, Fender!" she exclaimed loudly. His sinful tongue and luscious lips kept on worshipping her feminity. She's afraid she would lose consciousness while Fender is eating her. She felt a mixture of tickle and pleasure inside her, but she couldn't put a name to it. She's going crazy again! His tongue is playing with her pearl, and his naughty finger is now penetrating her jewel. The little pain that rushed into her womanhood made her bit her lips. Fender sensed this, so he stop fingering her. Only his sinful tongue were now adoring her.

The erotica sounds of her mouth filled the space under the water, mixing with my gasps and low moans behind me. Faith free hand slid up to my throat, tilting my head back so she could bite along my neck while her hips kept rolling. "That's my girl, let her taste how wet you are," she moaned, pressing two fingers back inside me from behind even as Stella tongue sucked my front. She then pushed two fingers alongside Faith's, both of them stretching me open together. Their fingers moved in rhythm, one curling up while the other thrust deeper, scissoring inside my clenching walls. My legs shook harder. Faith adjusted her stance, spreading me wider so Stella could comfortably bury her face comple

My sister lay her head on my shoulder and put her lips on my neck as we held each other tight, another orgasm sweeping over her body, her convulsive spasms taking her to another plane of pure ecstasy. Both Anna and Erika are blessed with poly- multi-orgasmic pussies, capable of building on the first orgasm immediately to the second, the third, and often many more. Their orgasm strings can last twenty, even thirty minutes, leaving them exhausted and throbbing, while readying themselves for more and more. This is why they're so addicted to sex. The pleasures they experience are vastly beyond what most women can manage. Anna's ED drug cocktail, which I take in massive doses daily, kept me hard

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

I not only wanted an up- close show, but I wanted Polly to know as soon as possible that if she ever wanted to make this a regular thing, she needn’t worry about the wife. “Come on, Trent, cum inside that tight little pussy of hers,” I begged. “Cum inside her just like you always wanted to do with me. Of course, she’s so young and fertile; I just hope you don’t impregnate her.” The very idea only left me hotter and more aroused than ever before. I suppose, looking back, it’s why I had to confront them. I wanted to goad him on – I wanted to be a part of the crucial finish, because it was ultimately the best part of the entire fetish for me. The idea of my husband, impregnating some gorgeous y

“That is my good little witch. Already addicted to demonic seed. Your mortal body is changing. Soon you will beg to be taken to my realm. To be my eternal breeding whore.” He fucked me through three more shattering orgasms, filling me again and again until cum poured out of me in glowing rivers every time he thrust. My thighs were soaked. My ass leaked from the tentacle play. My mind floated in a sea of corrupt pleasure. When he finally lowered me to the floor, I collapsed in a trembling, cum-soaked heap. My belly looked slightly swollen. My pussy pulsed visibly, still leaking his glowing essence. The taste of him lingered on my tongue. The scent of sex and demonic musk clung to my skin.