Sex Stories Read Aloud Romane & Geschichten

Maxwell followed suit, spilling his seed all over my lips and face. I collapsed onto the bed, sweaty, messy, wrecked, and dripping with cum. All my muscles and nerves felt sore, my pussy throbbing, my legs couldn't stop trembling with aftershocks. I had no idea, sex felt this good, shouldn't have waited till now. Just when I thought it was over, the brothers switched positions. Ethan slammed his lips against mine, hands fiddling with my breast while whispering into my ear, “This is just the beginning.”

In the twinkle of an eye he was gone, the door clicking shut soft behind him As my breathing evened out it began to really sink in that I had just had sex with Leo. Leo who was 33. Almost two times my age. And I felt good about it. Really good. In fact I wanted more. I wanted to feel him in my pussy, sliding in and out and stretching me there, filling me completely

he offered as if that would help sweeten the pot so he could get his way. Which worked. Because…werewolf sex. “Done!” I said immediately and set the breakfast tray on my nightstand so I could jump onto the bed and crawl up next to him. Curling my legs up under me, I cuddled in close to read over his shoulder. “And go.” His eyes twinkled as he grinned at me, then he turned his attention to the e-reader and cleared his throat dramatically before he began to read aloud in a clear, masculine voice that carried the perfect mood and inflection for the scene.

Mara’s pussy was exposed, already slick from the anticipation that had been building since Sage texted her at 8:47: “Row 7. Seat 14. Wear the leggings. No panties after the first break.” Mara hadn’t worn panties at all. Sage’s breath ghosted over Mara’s inner thighs—warm, deliberate. She started slow. Just the tip of her tongue tracing the crease where thigh met groin. Up one side. Down the other. Never quite touching where Mara ached most. Mara’s fingers tightened around her pen until the plastic creaked. On screen, Professor Lang clicked to the next slide: “The Bell Jar as semi-autobiographical confession.”

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

I grunted as I felt the sudden explosion from my thighs, he had his mouth on my cunt, licking every drop of my cum, this was most shocking orgasms I've ever had. "This is the time when you would like to moan, but I would like to teach you endurance. To make you see that sex isn't everything, it's just a sport practically for everyone" I was surprised at Xavier's words, I guessed he must have eavesdropped on I and Emily's conversation the moment he left the room.

He had prepared the book already, it was an erotic one with just the right things he wanted to hear her read. He dropped the book onto the bed, grabbed Ethel and dropped her into the bed in a way that she laid with her ass to the ceiling and her boobs pressed into the bed. Alpha Carl got on top of her and pressed his hard dick in between her ass cheeks. "Start reading, Angel" he kissed on her neck lingeringly just as he slid his dick to her wet pussy. "Oh my" her voice trembled as she opened the book with shaky hands "You are not reading yet, Angel. Page 3, start from page 3"

Only he could make me feel like this. “You really like that?” Jack pushed his fingers in deeper, making my body squirm with pleasure. Shit. I couldn’t even imagine what it would be like if we actually had sex. I was already going insane just from his fingers—who knows what would happen if we went further. “Yes! Yes, Jack!” I moaned loudly. There was no one else in the apartment—Jack lived here alone. I could scream as loudly as I wanted without worrying about anyone hearing me. “Shit, you’re so beautiful,” Jack whispered as he watched me cup my own breasts, trying to amplify the pleasure coursing through my body.