Threesome Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Sarah’s head was hanging back, her blonde hair touching the floor. "That's just the start," Silas, the gardener, said. He stepped to the side of the chair. He leaned down and began to lick her clit while Marcus was still deep inside her. He used his rough tongue to drive her crazy. Leo stood at the other side. He took Sarah’s hand and placed it on his own hard cock. "Don't forget me, Sarah," Leo whispered. "I'm the one who started this fire." The Triple Threat Sarah was in heaven. She had the giant guard pounding her pussy, the gardener licking her clit, and her stepson kissing her neck and chest. The erotica of the library was thick. The heat in the room was rising.

It drowned out the smell of the sex for a second, but I could still feel the sticky warmth of his cum sliding down the insides of my thighs, trickling toward my knees in thick, white streaks that stained the expensive rug. I stood up on shaky legs, my balance uneven. I gathered the tatters of my ruined robe, clutching the torn silk to my chest like a shield. I slipped out of the room, looking both ways down the hallway. I padded down the corridor barefoot, every step a reminder of the mess between my legs, the wetness of his release soaking into the hem of the white shirt as I hurried back to the safety of my own bed, feeling the weight of the secret I was now carrying between my thighs. I r

“After you came on her tongue. After you came on my hand. After this whole house heard you get eaten like a slut who still wants the woman that left me here.” Lily-Rose pulled the sheet up. Sienna curled against her, naked, mouth wet. Lily-Rose stared at the ceiling, cunt still pulsing. The sex was real. The story was still there. And tomorrow the house would want to know if she walked out beside Sienna or if this bed had finished the claim.

She suggested, grinning from ear to ear, knowing very much that was an impossible suggestion. "No, can't do. I like boys, not that I like them, I like the sex they offer. Especially the ones with the big dicks." "Remember that delivery guy we had a threesome with the other day? He was so huge. I found it difficult to walk for a week!" "Same here!" "Gross, you guys had a threesome? Can't we have a normal conversation without sex?!" Riri complained with a weary groan. "No. You know we are always here to help if you have any questions about sex."

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.

I needed them back inside me. We get off the bed onto the cold tiles. Ryan’s back on the floor. Sophie on top of him, and Jax on top of Sophie. One in her ass, one in her pussy. I lowered my pussy on Ryan’s face, facing Sophie so that I would be able to suck her breasts. The cold floor against my knees only heightened every other sensation. “Have you ever had threesome sex before?” Jax said’ his voice low and deep. “Tell me… Sophie.”

Well, she turned around still on her knees; I always suspected she knew I was also fucking with our father-in-law, and now, with how calm she was, it just confirmed it. “How I wish, but she doesn't like that.” He answered her, his eyes on me; they were full of desire and already undressed me. "I'm afraid you have to go back to bed now.” He told her, and yes, I wasn't into threesomes or sex that involved more than two people. And this already being dirty, I definitely wasn't into that. He did suggest a few times to have a threesome with me, but I refused. I always told him my reason: I was already cheating; adding a third would make me feel more guilty than I already was.

It was our dirty little pact to keep our dicks and cunts satisfied, soaked, and sore. But marriage fucked that up. No more random dicks wrecking my cunt unless Drey’s there — watching, stroking, joining in. Threesomes became our nasty little ritual —cum-drenched orgies with the private chef, the plumber, the immigration agent, even the fucking mayor. Drey’s deep in politics, so our bed’s been a cum-soaked playground for every powerful bastard we meet. I fucking loved it — every brutal thrust, every animal grunt, every stranger’s rough hands slapping my juicy ebony ass red.

Greta had forced them to not only face the distance between them, but act on it. Now here they were, the three of them in bed together, touching, exploring, tasting. Piper sat on her knees in the middle with Chaz at her back while Greta bent her head to draw Piper’s nipple into her mouth. She gasped at the feel of the woman’s softer, smaller tongue stroking her tender bud. She could feel the heat of Chaz’s ragged breaths sliding down her neck as his hands massaged her inner thighs, inching closer and closer to the place that ached for him. They fucked for hours and he couldn't have ever imagined that his wife will ever agree to a threesome especially with a girl and the night was everything