Teacher Erotica Novels & Stories

We're already steaming over the windows. "Theresa." I say her name like a prayer, pressing my face between her soft thighs. "Theresa. Fuck." She's whimpering, her hips twitching up in a stuttering rhythm. She's close. My girl is close. But maybe I can drag this out longer somehow—maybe I can steal a few more minutes— Theresa's thighs begin to shake, rattling the bench against the wall, and she lets out a broken wail. Oh, well. I grunt and press closer, lapping at her clit for all I'm worth.

There were various poses, none of them displaying her pussy because her legs were crossed; it was the one classy thing about the pictures. She was surrounded by a variety of models, male and female, all displaying themselves. They were naked. The men’s cocks were erect. Kisses were exchanged between men and women, women and women, men and men. Fingers curled around and into sex organs. Penetration of all orifices was shown, penetration by fingers and cocks and toys. All the slaves surrounding Solange had nipple rings, male and female. Solange pulled the reference photos from the booklet and scattered them over the table. “You can see what I’m looking for, can’t you?”

"Alone at Last" TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. " Xavier's POV " For months she had been my obsession.

Private. He turned to me, eyes black with pure lust. “Alright, Ava. Time to pay your old man's debt like a good little whore.” His big hand shoved straight up under my tank top, rough palm claiming my bare tit completely. He squeezed hard, thumb flicking my stiff nipple as he pulled me into a deep, demanding kiss. His tongue pushed past my lips, invading my mouth, tasting of whiskey and smoke while he pinched and rolled my nipple hard between his fingers. I moaned into his mouth despite myself, my body betraying me.

“W-Wait. I- aah.” Sex was something Danielle fantasized a lot about; a lot more than she’d ever actually tell anybody. Had she ever had sex with anybody? No. But it didn’t make her a prude. She experienced what every other teenage girl experienced. And that was the occasional horniness. What positions felt good? How would it actually feel to be eaten out by once? But this? Having renowned stone-faced teacher, Victor Crane, sucking and eating at her pussy was something she’d never even have fantasized about.

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.

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I curled them, hitting that spot I knew she loved, watching her kick and squirm. God, she was perfect. Every reaction was vocal. Every movement was a plea. Eva… Eva was a statue. Eva never reacted like this. Eva made me feel like sex was a chore on a to-do list. Olandria made me feel like a god. She made me feel like a man who was capable of destroying a woman with nothing but a touch. I watched her hungrily, my mouth diving back for her clit while I continued to finger her, adding a third finger to stretch her out.

God, I’m turning him on as well. Thirst Trap returns carrying a bunch of things that look like sticks, but I quickly recognize those as a special type of incense. I’ve seen those in the black market while I was on a mission. I don’t know the specifics, but I do know they’ve been used for centuries as mild aphrodisiacs. Why are they doing this, though? I’m already longing for them, and I’m doing fine without this type of assistance. Why would they need it? Something tells me this is not as simple as it seems.