Young Girl Erotica Novels & Stories

“Please Nate… I need your cock inside me. I’ll be good. I’m only twenty-one… I can’t wait anymore. Fuck me hard. Fill me up.” Fuck, her words got me. I pushed just the head inside her. She felt so damn good. Hot. Tight. I held still. Let the cameras see how her pussy gripped me. Chat started blowing up. I glanced over quickly. “Damn she tight.” “Make her beg more.” “Edge that whore.” I read one out loud like it was mine. “Yeah you heard that? Beg louder baby. They wanna hear how desperate my twenty-one year old slut is.” She didn’t question shit. Just moaned louder.

Ginger Ryan knows all about getting herself off, and boy, is she going to have a blast teaching her new student all of her naughty tricks. Oh, you’re so adorable in that cute red skirt and white blouse. Now take them off slow and easy. Ah, such a lovely young body... to tender and fresh. Oh, yes... that little bra is so perfect for those cute breasts. Yes, slide the straps off your smooth shoulders... oh, wow, look at those cute and pert beauties. Caress them, slide your hands under them and press them together... squeeze those perfect globes lovingly. Feel those rosebud nipples rising up against your palms, and keep caressing the sensitive flesh. Do you feel that cosy warmth building up bet

The second I reached the bed I yanked that short silk slip up around my waist, letting my heavy tits spill free, full and soft, nipples stiff and aching. I dropped onto the messy sheets on my back, knees bent and spread wide, and opened the laptop with shaking hands. I went straight for the nastiest group video I had saved, the one with older men surrounding a young girl, using her holes rough and deep until she was a drooling, crying mess begging for more cum. That was exactly what I needed tonight. I needed to be used. I shoved two fingers straight into my dripping cunt without any warm-up, pushing them deep until my knuckles pressed against my swollen lips.

I tapped on another picture of me sitting against the wall in a set of black lacy lingerie with my legs spread apart. I was holding a small silver vibrator against my underwear. “Just send both, stupid!” She smirked. I raised my eyebrows at her. “What? Might as well. It’ll give him some different options when he looks at your pictures to, ya know”—she made a jerking motion by her pelvis—“come.” " You can't just leave the poor man to stare at just one photo, can you? There's a reason p**n videos are long and dynamic" Angela said, still staring at the photos, scrolling and swiping through the numerous photos we took.

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

She was already slurring from the intensity, thin threads of saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth and forming a small puddle on the table. The girl shuddered violently several times. A few weak waves of thin white fluid shot from the head of her little cock, spraying onto the edge of the table. She was flipped onto her back again. Her sweat-soaked white shirt hung uselessly around her waist, while most of her smooth back was covered in fine beads of sweat and the red erotic marks left by the man when he had leaned over her for fierce kisses. Her fair, supple buttocks were almost completely exposed, her tight little hole slapped red by the repeated impact of his heavy, dark balls. Be

CHAPTER 5: Eligible ELIAS POV The air in the room turned frigid the moment our eyes locked. Of all the people in this city of millions, of all the desperate graduates clawing for a seat at Sterling Global, it had to be her. The girl with the coffee-stained temper and the sharpest tongue I had ever encountered. “You… what are you doing here?” I demanded. The shock made my voice grate like gravel. She didn't shrink. She didn't tremble like the girl in the "club dress" had. Instead, she squared her shoulders, her eyes sparking with that same fire I’d seen in the lobby. “You? What are you doing here?”

Her pussy was incredibly tight and hot, gripping me like a velvet fist. She started riding me slowly, rolling her hips in deep, sensual circles, her heavy breasts bouncing beautifully in my face. I sucked hungrily on her nipples, biting gently while gripping her wide hips and helping her move faster. Mia knelt beside us, kissing Lena passionately, their tongues tangling as Mia’s hand reached down to rub Lena’s clit in fast circles while she rode me. The sight of the two beautiful students making out while one of them fucked me was pure erotic perfection. I thrust up into Lena harder, making her moan loudly into Mia’s mouth.

The screens showed live feeds of other rooms, and other people. A couple in one room was fucking on a table, the woman bent over while two men took turns. In another, a woman was tied spread-eagle, a man teasing her with a vibrator while she begged. Clara’s breath caught. Heat flooded between her legs. She was instantly wet. Julian sat on the couch and pulled her onto his lap, her back to his chest. His hand slid under her skirt, fingers pushing her soaked panties aside. “Watch them,” he said against her ear.

The way her body responded to the slightest touch told me she was on the edge already, needing more but too scared to ask. I leaned closer, lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "You're shaking," I murmured, dragging my hand just a little higher until I found the opening of her pussy. "That for me?" She nodded, eyes half-lidded, lips parting as a soft moan slipped free again — barely audible, but enough to make me want to throw every rule out the window. "You want me to stop?" I asked, not pulling away instead pulling my finger deeper. Her head turned, her eyes locking with mine. There was a quiet kind of fire there — nervous, guilty, but still burning. “No," she whispered.