Sex Shorts Novels & Stories

“I can't wait to have that big dick of yours inside of me daddy…see you soon. And below that, he replied: “I never knew you were this wet for your step daddy.” Then a video, 0:52. My thumb hovered, my heart slamming so loud I could feel it in my clit again. I pressed play. The screen filled with Sebastian. Shirtless, in low lighting; probably his study or bedroom after mom went to sleep. Sweat already gleaming on his chest. His hand was wrapped around a thick cock; darker than I'd imagined, veined with the tip flushed dark pink. He stroked himself slowly, from the base to head, twisting a little at the crown the way guys do when they're really worked up.

Chapter 2 He unzipped the red sack and started pulling things out like he had packed an entire sex shop. Thick black leather belt with heavy silver jingle bells that rang when he shook it. Velvet cuffs lined with white fur, a bottle of lube the size of my forearm. A string of shiny silver anal beads that got gradually bigger, a thick red silicone cock with a suction cup base. My pussy clenched so hard just looking at it all that another trickle of wetness slid down my thigh.

MY REUNION SEX AT THE BEACH 2. I dropped without hesitation, the sand cool under my knees. Kai shoved his board shorts down, and his cock sprang free. Thick, veined, already glistening at the tip. It was bigger than I remembered, heavy and flushed dark. The scent of him—musky, masculine, mixed with ocean—made my mouth water.

Each wave heading straight for his cock and causing more slick to leak from his hole. He cried out as Silas thrusted his hips upwards again, pressing his incredibly large and incredibly hard cock between his ass cheeks. He could feel Silas so well since he was wearing basketball shorts and boxers which were insanely thin. Silas's hard cock pressed between Ian's cheeks and he felt his hard cock press against his hole.

He nuzzled against her, his lips on her neck, nibbling and kissing his way up to her earlobe, where she'd always been ticklish. " Ooh," she whispered. " Ooh! Oh, oh, oh. . . Fu*k." She sighed, as he worked his fingers against the slick seam . . . and then she forgot to pose, forgot about trying to look good, and lost herself inside her own pleasure. Luci watched her squeeze her eyes shut as she clamped her thighs against his wrist and snapped her hips up, once, twice, three times before she froze, all the muscles in her thighs and belly and bottom tense and quivering, and he felt her contract against his fingers.

Jaxon's breath hitched, but he stripped too, now shirt gone, revealing a chiseled torso dusted with dark hair trailing down to the V of his hips. His jeans hung low, bulge already straining. "Fvck me, Kingston, you're stacked under those power suits. Bet that pussy's as fiery as your mouth." He stepped closer, heat radiating off him like a furnace, hands shoving his jeans down to free his cock, holy shít, thick as my wrist, veined and curving up, head already leaking pre-cum like it was pissed at the cold too.

Alexander hissed, his fingers digging into the crimson-flogged skin of Sean's thighs. "Like a bitch in heat, begging for more without even having the breath to say it." Finally, Alexander hauled him back to the center of the bed, but he didn't let him lie down. He forced Sean onto his side in a fetal-like curl, then yanked his top leg back until it was nearly parallel with his spine. He entered him from the side, a grinding, heavy motion that forced the air from Sean's lungs in a series of "Huh... huh... huh..." sounds.

The heavy head is all purple and leaking with beads of precum, the shaft tight and decorated with thick veins. “I'm never getting over how big it is. How long and thick and veiny and it's really making me mess up my shorts,” I'm gushing all over his cock because I'm such a fan of it. It's my best friend—I’ve told Jaxon this before and he laughed so hard that night before fucking me with it. But what else should I call something that keeps me happy and satisfied. “Should I tell you a secret?” Jaxon's thick growl pulls my gaze back to him.

Tyler’s cum was still leaking down my thighs, thick and hot, but his monstrous cock was already rock-hard again, throbbing against my ass like it owned me. The secret room smelled like sex — sweat, my pussy juices, and his masculine musk. My naked portrait watched us from the wall like a filthy witness.

Especially as I have plans. "Holy shit," Sean exclaims, looking at my lingerie when I strip off my night gown to get into my dress. "Even as a gay guy, I can say that bit of french lace lingerie is smoking hot on you, Kar. Dean's lucky Tyler isn't here to help you with the dress. He'd be jumping your bones right now. Jeez, even I'm tempted to smack that hot ass of yours, and if boobs were my thing, then you'd have me in love now. Perhaps I'm a little turned on just now."