Sexstories Novels & Stories

I was made to lie on the bed and a pillow was propped behind my back on the bed. Eric leaned closer and trailed kisses from my neck, down to my navel and my groin. I shut my eyes, while enjoying every bit of it. Then I felt the wet lube on my ass. He used it into my ass hole. He stuck a finger into it and then, I felt something bigger enter into my entrance. It was the dildo. It filled me and Eric began using the dildo to fuck the senses out of me. I found myself saying a lot of incoherent words. I was moaning at the moment. Eric leaned closer and kissed me, while continuing to use the dildo on me.

**Story 16: The Breeding Festival** **Chapter 2** The roar of the crowd was deafening. Serena lay on her back on the cold stone altar, legs still spread obscenely wide, her body glistening with sweat and the cum of five powerful men. Her pussy throbbed and leaked a steady river of thick seed down her ass crack onto the ancient stone. Her full breasts heaved with every ragged breath, nipples hard and sensitive from being pinched and sucked.

She sat on Jax’s lap, pushing her round, soft ass against his hard dick, while Marcus and Leo pushed in from the sides. She was sandwiched between them, feeling their hot breath and strong hands all over her. Marcus grabbed one of her heavy breasts and started to suck on the hard tip, while Leo bit her neck and Jax gripped her thick thighs. Layla was soaking wet, her pussy dripping juice onto Jax’s pants. Jax didn't wait; he pulled her dress up, guided his thick, hot dick to her opening, and shoved inside her from behind. Layla let out a loud, raw scream as he stretched her tight walls, filling her up completely. While Jax slammed into her from behind with a loud, wet thud, Marcus unzipped h

Every woman I had ever tried to be with ended up crying in pain, passing out before I could even get halfway inside, or bleeding so badly I had to call private doctors to patch them up. My own body felt like a heavy curse. I'm forty-three years old, extremely wealthy, and feared by everyone in the city, yet I couldn't even have normal, simple sex. The furthest any woman could ever go was using her mouth, and even then, most of them choked, gagged, or gave up after just a few minutes because my dick was just too thick for their throats. Things got so bad that women almost died on me.

"Tell me who this cock belongs to." "You're mine!" she wailed, her fingers clawing at the sheets. "Your dick is mine! Every drop of your cum is mine! Sarah is just a vessel, Edwin... you're my husband, my king, my fucking stallion!" The intensity reached a breaking point. I could feel the pressure building in my balls, the inevitable explosion nearing. I accelerated, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my muscles straining. I drove myself into her one last time, burying myself as deep as humanly possible, feeling my cock throb against her cervix.

“Every fucking inch of me inside you, stretching you, owning you. This pussy was made for my cock.” She sobbed. Her legs locked tighter around my waist. Her heels dug into my ass, forcing me deeper. The pleasure coiled like a live wire in my gut. It was hot and tight, almost painful. Her juices soaked us both, dripping down my balls, slicking my thighs, and pooling on the sheets. The scent of her, which was sweet, musky, and sex-drenched, filled my lungs with every breath.

The air in the office was thick, heavy with the scent of sex and the heavy, humid heat of three women breaking every vow they had ever taken. "Let's cum together," Colette growled, her voice a primal command. "Yeah... ugh, fuck," Claire wailed, unable to hold back any longer. "I'm cumming too…fuck, I'm cumming too!" Joan declared, her voice rising to a frantic, broken sob as she drove her own fingers into her own pussy, faster and harder, her body arching in sync with the other two. The three women collapsed into a single, writhing mass of sensation.

“Lila… you can’t be serious. This is just the sex talking. Four days of wild sex doesn’t erase a marriage.” “It does when the marriage was already dead,” she said quietly but firmly. “You sold me to your friends because you couldn’t satisfy me anymore. And now that I’ve experienced what it’s like to actually be wanted… I’m not going back.” Jax pulled out of her slowly, his thick cock glistening with her juices and cum. He helped her stand on shaky legs. Cum immediately began running down her thick thighs in heavy streams. She didn’t try to hide it. She stood there naked, marked, and leaking, facing her husband with her head held high.

One made me ride him reverse, my back to his chest, while two others jerked off onto my bouncing breasts, pearls of white splattering the green velvet. “Milk it, slut,” he ordered, pinching my nipples as I kept grinding down, chasing another peak. Hours blurred into a frenzy, bodies piling on, my voice was hoarse from screams and swallows. Vic came last, flipping me onto my back, legs over his shoulders as he drilled deep, grunting release inside me. The room reeked of sex and evergreen, the fake snow outside melting into slush. Dawn crept in as they dispersed, leaving me sprawled, used and gleaming. Vic dropped another envelope…heavier this time, kissing my forehead.

The thought made her pulse quicken, like she was holding a secret that wasn’t meant to be found. She hesitated only a moment before sitting cross-legged on the floor and flipping the cover open. Inside, in messy handwriting, was a title scrawled across the first page: “Collected Stories — From Women, For Women.” Chloe blinked. The handwriting was feminine, rushed, and almost secretive. She turned the page and read the introduction, scrawled in looping letters: