Novel & Cerita Raunchy Short Stories

This short story of how I would eat your pussy. It was written just for you. Read it and enjoy it while stroking your sweet wet pussy. I want you to get wet. I mean really wet reading about me doing this to you baby. I want your body hurting badly, nipples hard and your clit swollen and throbbing before you insert anything into it. You might even want to print it and lay back on your bed and love your body while you read it. It's my special gift to you.

Justin's cock was thick and massive, with his piercing an additional bonus. Ronald's cock was smaller than the others, maybe six or seven inches long with a thicker width. They stared at my body with lust in their eyes, and I could tell that they wanted to fuck me. Yes, this is what I want, this is my fantasy and erotic thoughts becoming a reality. I want to know how it feels to be fucked by three attractive men at once; I want to get fucked in the ass; I want to try anus sex for the very first time, right at this moment.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

solid, and spilled about the festival afterglow, alone in her bunk fantasizing about the band, fingers between her legs to their music. Guys went quiet, breaths heavy. "Fuck," Kai muttered. "That's hot."Theo lost again, shucking his jeans, leaving him in tight boxers, bulge obvious. Alice's eyes lingered. The ritual shifted. Jax upped it. "New rule. Winner touches the storyteller wherever." His hand slid higher on her leg, under the hem of her shorts, fingers teasing inner thigh. She gasped soft but didn't pull away. Heart hammered.Rico claimed the next win with a Berlin hotel story, threesome in the jacuzzi, tits floating, cocks sliding everywhere. He picked himself as reward, turning to A

“Carrying my baby and still creaming on step-uncle’s cock like a desperate little slut.” I whimpered softly, clenching around his thickness. My free hand gripped the edge of the table. “Please… slower. They’ll hear.” He chuckled darkly and thrust harder instead. The wet sound of my pussy taking every inch made my cheeks burn with shame and arousal. From the living room, Aunt Clara called out, “Everything okay in there? How’s the essay coming, Freya?” “G-good, Aunt Clara!” I answered, voice shaky. At that exact moment, Marcus drove his full 11 inches into me, grinding deep. I had to cover my mouth with my hand to stifle a moan.

Setting my glass down, I ripped my shorts off, throwing it behind the couch. Spreading my soaked folds, hissing, allowing air cool brush my hot pussy. "I know we're not supposed to be thinking about our best friends like that but we've had this crush on them since forever." I whined, widening my legs, pussy parting. Bella moaned, tugging her own shorts off, mirroring my position. Our pussies were facing each other, wet, swollen. She dragged two manicured fingers between her slit, smearing the slick. "Yeah, I get it. It's frustrating. And I just know they'll be rough with us. They'll tie us up so we wouldn't move and suck on our pussies till we're too sensitive."

I experience a short reprieve as shorter brown haired man shoves him unconfidently out of the way. I’m very grateful, I must say, that this cock is quite a bit wider but far shorter at maybe only 4 inches. This little man couldn’t cover me in filth like the previous 7 inch cock, and I can’t help but beg for them to please, please destroy my body; to use me the way they would a streetwalker, a WHORE!

Her nípple was stiff, poking through the fabric and he pinched it until she squealed into the blindfold. “Big fucking títs,” he groaned, rolling the nípple between his fingers. “Look at how they bounce when I squeeze them. These are cocksleeves slút. Your fat títs were made to wrap around dick.” Clara’s thighs trembled. Her body betrayed her soaking the man’s fingers as he spread her open. “Slút likes it rough,” the first man chuckled. “She’s gushing just from us talking filthy. Look at her clít twitching swollen, begging for cock.”

Heat pooled between my legs, insistent and wet, but it was the tenderness in their eyes—the quiet hope—that cracked me wide open. “I’m thirty-one,” I whispered. “I’ve spent years chasing men who either want to fix me or fuck me and forget me. The ones who stay are boring. The ones who excite me are always… taken. Or gay. Or both.” A wet laugh escaped. “Like you.” “Not gay enough, apparently,” Julian teased softly, but his voice was thick with emotion. His fingers stayed gentle on my shoulder.

I pulled my panties to one side and slipped a finger into my pussy. I was so fucking wet, and I loved it. I pulled my fingers out and tasted my wetness. It was delicious. I slowly sucked on my fingers like a slut. God, I needed to punish myself. I flung the book away as I used my other hand to grope my tits. I pulled down my panties and thrust two fingers into my pussy. "Fuck!" I let out a moan. I brought my other hand down to my clit and stroked it as I fingered myself.