Shameless Sex Gif Novels & Stories

“We didn’t have sex.” Marcus gave me the dirtiest, most disbelieving snort imaginable. “Oh, of course. Because I’m a fool, right? Just dumb enough to believe your ‘we didn’t have sex’ bullshit. What did you have then? A magical, spiritual connection? Some soulmate eye contact crap? Save it.” “It was just—” I began, and the shame burned through my throat. “It was sloppy kisses, okay? And a couple handjobs. A blowjob. That’s it. It wasn’t—”

I stutter, overwhelmed by the feeling of guilt and shame. But not even Adrian or any of the boys seems remorseful. It’s worse that Adrian’s cock is still buried inside of me. The intensity of climax still rocks him forward as he rocks into me. “Ahh…” He sighs and pulls out, leaving me weak to the knees. I collapse on my seat, lips trembling, too scared. Sera scoffs, eyes scanning my almost naked body. “And the nerd turns out to be the whore of the year.” She laughs, biting her bottom lip. “I mean, I thought I took cocks so well, look at you!”

Gwen tells me. I sit down in the closest chair and I feel some of the fog starting to lift. I remember hearing voices, Jax growling and then rolling us over. Him covering me with his body so that no one would see me, all while he continued having sex with me. “Oh, goddess!” I cover my face again in shame. Our parents not only saw us having sex but they probably heard me begging him… no, I can’t think about that. I think I’d rather let the earth swallow me whole than think about that.

He goes faster and harder, sending waves of dopamine through Elena’s brain. “Fuck,” she exclaims as he hits her G-spot and her legs grow weaker. Samuel smacks her ass as his crotch threatens to shoot its fruits. The two let out a loud moan as they climax in unison. Elena immediately feels ashamed; what has she done? An abomination. A forbidden pleasure. And it must never happen again.

They laughed loudly at her feeble protests, their hands roaming all over her naked flesh but ensuring to avoid her pussy mound. Tessa screamed again as her bikini bottoms were pulled down to her knees, her thighs pulled apart and her gaping sex leered at by four huge black men. She lay there struggling weakly as her thighs were held open and each of the drooling men ogled her sex disgustingly. They lifted her and pulled her knees up, taking turns to get a better look at her slit and the pink little ring of her anus. “Nice arse,” one commented. “Wouldn’t mind fucking that I can tell you.”

Emily, now holding the lingerie like a trophy, displayed it for all to see, mocking my innocence and shattered hopes. At that moment, Asher pressed a button and a large screen descended, revealing an intimate video he had secretly recorded himself. The explicit images showed intimate moments in which I performed oral sex on him. I felt my legs weaken, and a lump formed in the back of my throat as the pack watched, hypnotized by the grotesque scene.

Suddenly I started feeling like throwing up. "I want to go back. It's too scary here." Richard whispered through gritted teeth. "And you think I'm feeling like dancing on the dance floor? Everyone looks scary and gross in this room." I grimaced. I walked forward, turned around, and looked around. In a corner, two tattooed and pierced men were having sex with one woman openly. The woman was screaming and taking two dicks inside her vagina at the same time. Oh my God, how?

Lilith's POV That night at the resort, when the three of them had slapped my face with their hot, hard cocks, I was too overwhelmed—every inch of my skin claimed, my senses drowned in overstimulation—to feel shame. But now? This was different. Daegan's gaze pinned me, his cock grazing my lips, his sharp lemony pheromone flooding my senses, tart and sobering. Shame crashed over me like a tidal wave. I bit my lip, turning my head to escape, my throat tight. "It wasn't my choice…"

“Missed this wet little hole? It’s been throbbing all day thinking about you.” Grace sank onto the bed, spreading her legs wide for the camera. The room was softly lit, just enough to hide her face in shadow while showing every curve of her body. She’d named the account ASlimySlut because that’s exactly how she felt when she touched herself—filthy, dripping, desperate. Subscribers were already piling in. Her first few posts had gone semi-viral in the right circles: thick stepmom types who moaned like they needed cock more than air.

Felicia moaned, “I love it…” I wondered why I’d only had sex a couple of times. Some had been lousy, when I’d been with a clueless boy who had no idea what he was doing; but most had been pretty fun, and I’d enjoyed myself. I had felt terribly adventurous, slutty even, when I had engaged in what I considered kinkier activities. The thrill I felt the first time I took a boy’s dick into my mouth… The excitement of using my breasts to pleasure my partner; of letting him slide his cock between my large tits… The elation of lying sideways and pleasuring each other orally in a 69… They made me feel like such a wild girl. For the course of one night they filled me with a strange pride. But then cam