Sexual Fantasies Stories Novels & Stories

She was winning. Days turned to weeks. More accidents: Bending over in the laundry room, ass up as she “searched” for a sock, pussy lips peeking from under shorts. Brushing past him in narrow halls, her hand “slipping” to graze his cock. Each time, Ethan’s fantasies grew darker—tying her up, edging her until she begged, then fucking her raw. Lila reveled in it, masturbating nightly to the thought of him begging, “Please, Lila, let me fuck you. I need it.”

“Honey you and I know you’ve had it bad for the past year. And trust me, your emotions flying around is pent up frustration due to lack of sex! You really need to get your back blown out like he said.” “God.. Lisa!” “And dear Nathan! Bless him. He is such an understanding and good man. He loves you and cares about your well-being. I have never seen any man that considerate. He wants you to do it Rene.. He wants you to get over this” “Lisa…” “And please Rene don’t pretend you weren't just fingering yourself last night with p**n sounds all over your room” My eyes widened. “Lisa!” I almost screamed, embarrassed. “You.. You heard?”

But that's what she'd signed up for. Kyle'd been asking her to do this since the moment their honeymoon had ended. Three hypnosis programs to listen to while she jilled. Week one had started the dick fantasies. Week two had made her feel like Kyle was stroking her clit every time he touched her. She'd almost come last Sunday, holding hands in the park. Week three and her own clothes made her ache and throb and drip. It had been murder holding her lust back so as to surprise Kyle.

Sam. Hearing him, knowing he was here, watching, participating, shattered the last fragment of her doubt. This was his fantasy incarnate, and she was the center of it. A filthy, shared toy. His thumbs pressed against her asshole, circling, then pushing insistently. The cock in her mouth retreated, only to be replaced by a different one, sliding over her cheek. “Taste him, baby,” Sam murmured, his own cock now pressing where his thumbs had been. “Taste what your photo did.”

I ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio

Rolled us spooning, cock staying in lazy thrusts, pain and pleasure humming. "Anytime means now, baby.. feel me own you slow?" He whispered dirty in ear: "Woke you fucking, now sleep with brother's cum inside. Tomorrow? More.... kitchen, pool, whenever. You're my forbidden slut." I moaned soft, wiggling against him, intoxicated still. He dropped wet kisses on shoulder, hand sliding to core, fingers circling clit gentle then rough. Buried fingers inside beside his softening cock, battling slow. "Ahhh... just like... don't stop fingering!" Screamed quiet. Saliva from his mouth on my neck, trailing down.

"But I may have imagined this scenario once or twice." Felix's laugh was low and sensual. "Only once or twice?" Before she could answer, his thumb found the damp center of her panties, pressing firmly against her clit through the silk. Wendy gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily. "So responsive," Felix murmured, increasing the pressure. "I've imagined making you wet like this during every boring budget meeting for the past year." His confession sent another rush of heat between her legs. "Tell me what you want," he commanded, his thumb now moving in slow circles. "I need to hear you say it."

We were joined completely in that way, far more closely than other, normal people could ever be. And we were making love. I'd tried to deny my feelings before, but no longer. I leaned into her, pushing her long legs towards the headboard and rolling Shelly's ass off the mattress. I took long, deep strokes and enjoyed the way my sperm-filled balls slapped her butt. After viewing far too much porn in college, we were having sex the way I'd always imagined it. Porn star sex, slamming my cock into her horny hole with relentless passion. Grunting and groaning. Her firm breasts bounced and jiggled, her fingers clawed at the sheets, and I liked to imagine my cock kissing the pillow of her cervix. T

A single finger dipped between the lips of her sex, and she began to stroke her clit with tiny, teasing motions. Already wet from the flirting at dinner and the fantasies of Devon's body beneath the African sky, Sophie's body was more than ready for her attention. The little nub she toyed with engorged quickly, and amplified pleasure swelled within. Devon and the silver hairs around his temple — would the hairs elsewhere on his body be greying from early aging? She imagined his chest and stomach, and what they might look like speckled with silver. How magnificent an experienced cock might look nestled in a dark patch of pubic hair struck through with steel? The finger at her clit circled a l