Sex Storys. Novels & Stories

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.

“You know what, Stella? I think you should go home. I just remembered I have something important I need to work on.” “What?! Are you out of your mind?” I pressed my hand harder against my mouth. I swear I hadn’t made a single sound, but Max’s footsteps seemed to be drawing closer to the cabinet. “Yeah, so just go now, Stella.” “You’re hiding something from me, aren’t you? Is there another girl in your apartment?” “That’s not something I want to get into with you right now,” I heard the sound of a kiss, and I still didn’t dare open my eyes. “Just go home, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I want you to fuck my pussy while you suck my nipples and bite at the little rings. ‘And?’ Ross said, his face impassive as he forked up the spicy tomato sauce. ‘And...and...I want you to push a finger into my anus, while you suck my clitoris and lick up my juices. I want to make you come inside me.’ Stacey squirmed on the cool seat, pressing her pouting, thickened sex-lips against the now warm wood. Her juices had seeped down to pool on the chair. She could hardly believe she was saying these things. They usually didn’t speak during sex. But that was then. Somehow this was now —a new time. A time of endless possibilities. Lord, what a birthday this was turning out to be!

Lexi Voss is a p**n star just at 24, a girl who love sex so much and is now addicted to it and this made her become a p**n star but she still don’t get satisfied even after all the sex and deep fucking she gets on set, she always wanted more for her wet pussy.

SEX ACADEMY 2: MY INITIATION. At least a dozen guys were tangled together in every configuration imaginable. The air was thick with the heavy scent of sweat, cum, and lube. Low moans and wet slapping sounds filled the space. On the big sectional couch, a muscular guy was getting railed doggy-style by two others, one in his mouth and one pounding his ass, spit-roasted and loving it.

My dress was shoved up around my waist, my panties were gone, his hand covered my mouth so I wouldn’t make noise while his other hand pinned my wrists above my head as he moved slow and dirty, dragging almost all the way out then pushing back in until my eyes watered. “Quiet,” he whispered against my ear, “Sophie is right down the hall.” I should have pushed him off, I should have left, instead I spread my legs wider and let him ruin me. That was how it started. Three weeks ago. ………. I came in late after a party that night, my head fuzzy from too much alcohol. The key was under the frog by the side door, like always, and all I wanted was the couch and a glass of water. Mr. Cole stood in the

Tristan decided to play along with Oliver’s embarrassment theory, because he could not risk Oliver finding out that he was not embarrassed, he was panicked because for a second his body hadn’t registered that there was no need to be panicked because no one knew that Roth Dimitri was the sex doctor. Roth’s voice played in the background as Oliver entered the living room again, “Does your partner enjoy when you get a bit bossy in bed? Tell them what you are about to do to them, and have them repeat what you say. Whisper ‘I’m going to lick your right nipple now, and then bite it softly. Ask them 'What am I going to do?’ and have them repeat it back to you. This is also a great way to get into t

You have to claim them. When he’d gone, because I wasn’t finished yet, I lay on the rumpled bed, and brought myself off with my fingers. I thought of how he’d behaved earlier, sadistic and cruel, reveling in my cries from the pinch of the clamps and the slam of his cock. Then I fell asleep for an hour or so. When I woke, my hair was in a crazy, damp tangle and my breasts were a mess of scratch marks and blotches. And he was probably eating wild turbot because he usually does when it’s on expenses at Saxby’s. I would too. The point I’m making: sex isn’t like it is in the movies; it isn’t even like porn. Sex isn’t like anything except itself.

Pulling me close to him, he pushed as hard as he could against my vagina, letting all his warm juices flood into my vagina. Rolling over, I put my legs on either side of him as I began to move up and down, pounding my vagina against his hard penis. Moving his hands to my thighs, I felt my body start to shake as I was reaching my climax. As he squeezed my breasts and flicked my hard nipples, I climaxed screaming out his name. Laying on his chest, we were both panting as we tried to catch our breath. Sitting up on the couch, Glenn stood as I wrapped my legs around his waist and arms around his neck. Nipping at my neck, he made his way to the stairs and up to our room. Laying me on the bed, he

Emma moaned like a whore, cumming again and again until she was a trembling, cum-covered mess. Finally, both men knelt over her. Marcus stroked his thick cock while David pumped his. They came almost together thick ropes of cum landing on Emma’s tits, face, and open mouth. She swallowed what she could, moaning in ecstasy as the hot loads painted her body. They collapsed together on the bed, bodies entwined, breathing heavy, the room reeking of sex. David kissed Emma softly, whispering, “We’re going to have a lot to talk about…but fuck, that was hot.”