Novel & Cerita Sexy Sister Stories

I pressed open-mouthed kisses to the swell of her breasts, inhaling her scent of peaches and arousal. My hands slid over her hips, my thumbs stroking the soft skin there, revering every inch as if it were sacred. She arched slightly, whispering my name, and I moved lower, my lips grazing her stomach while she unclasped my bra, freeing my breasts. She pulled me up, her mouth found one nipple, sucking gently, rolling it between her lips until I whimpered, my fingers threading through her hair. Between breaths, as her hand cupped my other breast, kneading softly, she murmured against my skin, "Your sisters... do they know? About you, I mean... about who you like?", she asked.

“What is she talking about?” He didn’t answer. His jaw clenched. His silence was worse than any confession. Celeste’s laughter split the air again, high and cruel. “Ah, there it is. The silence that damns.” She spread her arms wide, as though presenting us on some twisted stage. “The lover who bleeds for you, Aria, but bleeds secrets too. Tell me, how long will your lust last when you realize it’s built on lies?” Julian finally snapped, his voice breaking like thunder. “Enough!”

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.

She reached for me and we kissed again, moaning into each other’s mouths while the men used us. “Ride his face,” he commanded. “Grind that greedy cunt on him.” I did. I rocked my hips, smearing all my juices all over Ryan’s mouth and chin. He sucked my clit hard, two fingers pushing into my ass, opening me up. The pressure was insane. Then they switched to me. Her dad pulled me onto him. His massive cock pressed against my tight asshole and slowly forced its way in. The burn was intense and overwhelming. I whimpered, but Lena was there, kissing me, whispering. “You can take it baby, let him stretch you.”

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

"You want this, don't you? Your sister's husband fingering your ass while she's sick down the hall." I moaned into the sheets, pushing back against his hand. "Yes, Mark. Fuck, it feels so wrong. Keep going." He worked those fingers in and out, twisting them, teasing my tight ring with every thrust. The sensation burned with that dirty taboo pleasure, making my pussy drip fresh juices down my thighs. I clawed at the bed, my big tits smashed against the mattress as he added a third finger, scissoring me open wider. "Scream for it, Rachel," he ordered, his voice low and rough. "Let me hear how bad you need your sister's husband's cock in your ass."

In a sexy voice, I moan, “Trev… Give it to me…. Hard….” I lick my lips in anticipation. My body wants everything he is willing to give to me. He leans forward and kisses the middle of my back. “Baby, you are so tight. I have to go slower than normal.” Slower. It is almost torture at how slow he is going. My paradise torments me. It comes into view and then retreats away. Our first round didn’t go this slow. He had pounded hard and fast into me, and I soon fell over the edge and was propelled into my paradise.

They both were acting like marriage was a trophy to be held, like they haven’t gotten into any argument with their partners or encountered different challenges, or one threatening to divorce the other. I know a lot about the Whites, Sasha shouldn’t test me or I will open that book. Someone who her husband has another woman elsewhere is here been worried, her news were all over, right when I was still Salome, I easily got rumors on this women who acted holy in public but wild in private. You would be surprised to know what Sasha has done and many other women as well. “Would you two excuse me, I would like to visit the rest room” I politely took an excuse and they both allowed, escaping this n

I sighed. "Wow, I don't know what to say..." he interrupted, still showing no signs of astonishment. "You don't have to say anything." I shook my head. I was not expecting his comments, I only wanted him to listen to me. "I felt okay knowing that at least my sister was happy and now we were friends and I actually had an excuse to talk to you." I resumed my story. "But then, things got worse for me. It got so crazy that even when I had sex, I only thought the satisfaction came from you. I was going insane and needed to tell it someone and that was where my friend, Hazel, came in."

They thought I was innocent. They saw the pink nails, the shy smile, the quiet girl with a tote bag full of poetry books. But they didn’t know what I kept in my Notes app. My Birthday List. 1 Suck a cock until he begs. 2 Get fucked in front of a mirror. 3 Anal slow first, then hard. 4 Try a blindfold. 5 Hear someone moan my name. 6 Cry from how good it feels. 7 Be used by more than one man.