The werm has her lay down on his beach chair while he gets his associates and the two breeders he made. The chair was in fact made of werms, and tentacles creeped under the hooded figure’s cloak and dissolved, exposing her unusual body to everybody on the beach. Many fine tendrils stroke her rising cock up and down her shaft gently, applying enough pressure to agitate her but not give release. Blood rushed to her face from arousal and embarrassment as the chair violated her in broad daylight. More tentacles squeezed her calves against her thighs, as the splayed her open, exposing her moistened slit and anus. Her arms were pulled above her head, firm breasts, and her face. She moaned involuntarily before a thick knobbed tentacle forced its way into her mouth, pumping sweet nectar into her stomach as it thrust rhythmically down her throat, swelling her belly. Many fine tendrils wrapped tightly around her breasts, pulling them out before relaxing and starting the cycle anew, milking her breasts. A large knot of hormones made its way past her jaws before expoding into her stomach, and immediately her chest began to burgeon, digging deep into the tentacles restraining her. Milk welled up and spurted as her breasts continued to grow and be mauled. 3 cup like tentacles latched themselves to her groin and slurped and sucked ravenously, bruising her pussy lips, swelling her cock, and turning her asshole into a puffy wet mess. The tentacles all calmed down and receded save for the one steadily pumping in and out of her throat, leaving her a twitching soppy mess. Her breasts were obscenely huge sacks lolling off of her body, nearly touching the sand as they hanged. Her cock was purple and swollen, leaking precum and twitching, slapping her stomach. Her asshole and pussy were a deep purple and winked hungrily, drooling out slime as she buckled in the chair, desperate to be released from her orgasmic purgatory.
Category: eroticliterature
A Cougar’s Awakening (mature/cougar-cub/cuckold erotica)
(Hey guys, it’s kind of long but if you have a second here’s The first part of one of my erotic tales! Enjoy loves!!! XoXo)
You know one of those moments when you’re doing something stupid, and you know it’s something stupid but that doesn’t stop you from being stupid and doing it? Well, that’s the kind of moment I’m having. My knees ache like a 45 year old woman’s knees, but I can’t complain.
Not that I think I could say anything to get this young man’s cock down.
I stroke his shaft pointing it down for my lips as I watch his pre cum ooze with every pump. The saliva coating my tongue while anticipating his dick down my throat.
I spread my pussy lips and coo while my middle finger presses between them feeling slick juices and warm tightness. Squeezing on his shaft as he flexes back into my palm. Like a flirtatious conversation of a hand job that makes this 19 year old boy weak in the knees. I lift his cock to his tummy still working it like a seasoned veteran of this handshake that I am, and extend my tongue. The tip of my tongue touching his left testicle as I lick down and around his ball. My pink lips tenderly cradling his nut before letting my tongue run the length of his cock all the way to the ridge of his penis.
25 Days of SEXmas December 3rd – The Christmas Cabin: Truth or Dare (FFF) (Seduction) (oral) (group)
My name is Elizabeth, and I want to tell you a Christmas story.
Stacey and I have been best friends since middle school. We graduated high school together and went to the same college. Obviously, we were roommates in college; it made things easier for our extracurricular activities. See. Stacey and I have always shared everything. In middle school, it was stuffed animals, in high school, it was clothes, now in college. We share lovers.
Neither of us are too picky on who it is, as long as they’re up for a good time, we are too! The Christmas cabin is a tradition we started once we both turned 18. My parents own a cabin, and every year, Stacey and I pick one person to take to the cabin with us and seduce. Last year we took Luc Pierre something. I don’t remember his last name, but I do remember Stacey and I taking turns letting him fuck us silly until none of us could move. That guy could go for hours! Maybe I’ll tell you about that story another time.
[MF] Doing a favor for a neighbor [preggo]
To say it was a weird situation is kind of an understatement….
I had always gotten on well with my neighbor Jill. We lived in the same condo block and we shared a wall. I had never been in her unit before but I think they were set up sort of mirrored to each other, mostly because our Front doors were on opposite ends and I could hear her bedroom faintly through the wall…lets just leave it at that.
She had a gentle kindness to her whenever we saw each other. She had dark brown hair and piercing hazel eyes, maybe she smiled a lot because her complexion had an intensity to it that one could call intense.
She seemed to work a lot, I think she had one of those jobs in an office that is difficult to describe, because you spend most of your time pretending to work or whatever. I’m not really sure but she would always be wearing business casual or “Angela Merkl pants-suits” when she left in the morning.
I was a wildland firefighter so I was either gone for weeks on end or home all hours of the day.
Advent Kinkendar: December 2nd [Ffm]
Yesterday was intense. I really had not been prepared for just how intense it would be. Miss certainly knows how to push my buttons. Today has been a little easier, or maybe I’m just better prepared.
Miss woke us up while the morning was only just beginning to get light. Stark naked she crouched down between our sleeping mats and began rubbing my pussy and fondling his balls. For me that was quite a delicious way to be woken up; for him I fear it was less than ideal. I was busy moaning, but the noises he was making sounded distinctly less than pleasurable. I imagine that getting hard in that cage is rather uncomfortable.
She didn’t give me opportunity to really get into it, though, just enough to wake me up and get me wet again. Apparently satisfied she turned around and sat between our heads, her fingers from my pussy in his mouth. “Day two, sluts, hope you’re excited” she chirped cheerily, handing us each a package emblazoned with a big gold 2.
The Haunting of Palmer Mansion Chapter 2 [MF] [inc] [cheat] [oral]
*All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. Enjoy.*
The bus dropped off the twins at the end of their long driveway. They talked about classes and friends as they walked back to their new house. Once home, Brittney went off to the main living room to do some homework. There was a couch in there and Brittney liked to imagine a roaring fire in the fireplace, which was a cozy thought. Daniel said goodbye to his sister and hunted for his parents. This proved difficult as the mansion was quite expansive.
Eventually he found them in the west tower room, creating their punch list.
“Floorboards are loose here.” George stroked his graying, blond beard as he surveyed the enormous, circular room. The windows looked out in all directions. He could see the east tower. It looked like Brittney was home as he caught a glimpse of a woman’s shape moving about her room. “Some of the sills and jambs show rot. Not too bad.”
“Got it.” Julie scribbled down on her pad of paper. “What about electrical?”
Metronome [mf][age?]
She felt her face flush, and the music teacher smiled. The room’s quiet pushed down on her. Squeezed her. Could he hear her heart pounding?
Moments ago, she was convinced that it was ridiculous to have her pants off on the piano bench and legs up, but now it might be delicious. A few moments more, and the revelation was feet-in-warm-sand, standing on the shores of the extraordinary.
“We will start with largo,” he said, adjusting the metronome.
The arm began to tick back and forth with a single feather attached. She gasped, staring up at him with sudden adoration. Each brush of the feather on her most sensitive places made her mind open a little more to what promised to be beautiful, swirling symphonies.
Maybe wearing a plug for work today wasn’t a good idea… [F][toys][masturbating][anal]
This morning I woke up at 6 am, went into the bathroom and took a long hot shower. As always I masturbated a bit, just to wake up completely.
I got out of the shower, oiled myself as long as my body was wet (like I always do, it keeps my skin firm and tender), and put on some makeup. I checked myself in the mirror, smiled, and bent down to get my toy box out of the drawer.
I opened the small pouch where I keep my anal plugs. I have about 5 or 6, I like them in several colours, shapes, and (of course) sizes (- to be honest I want (and need!) more of them, I want to add some thrill to my everyday life again). I chose the smallest one as it’s incredibly long ago since I wore an anal plug. Must be about more than a year! Oh wow, now that I write that down I need to change that.
M/S Kissing Story submitted to Literotica.
I’ve always been a momma’s boy. My mother usually did the dishes and cooked dinner for us. When I was very young, I got into a routine of clinging to the back of her legs and her waist while she worked in the kitchen. As I grew taller, I started squeezing her midsection from behind as a hug. Our kitchen time became shorter and shorter but more and more intimate. By the time I moved out at 18, my routine was: I would come in from school, make sure no one was around, walk up behind my mom and press her backside to me. I was taller than her at this point, so my cock would rest on the waist of her jeans. I could smell her perfume and her soft skin on mine. We’d never dare dry-hump or grind for fear of acknowledging the line we were so close to crossing, but I think we both enjoyed the routine closeness.
25 Days of SEXmas December 2 – The Ski Trip (FF) (Oral) (Hookup)(First time Lesbian)
I stomped my feet vigorously, trying to get the snow off my new snow boots before entering the lodge. After two hours of trying, I couldn’t even master the bunny slopes. My ass was cold, soaked, and bruised from all the times I fell over the last two days. This ski vacation was supposed to be my weekend to get away from it all. All I wanted to do was forget about Chad and that slutty yoga teacher he cheated on me with. Instead, I get a ski instructor named, you guessed it, Chad. Who, instead of teaching me how to ski, kept making comments about how hot I looked and laughed at me every time I fell down. I’m so done with guys.
I plopped down in an overstuffed chair by the fire and stripped off my gloves. I stretched my numbed fingers towards the flames, feeling them prickle and burn as they began to warm back up. After I could feel my ten digits again, I leaned back and enjoyed the view. Skiing may not be my thing, but I loved winter, and I loved the snow. As I watched the snowfall, another woman came in and sat down in the chair near me. She had on a thousand-dollar snowsuit that hugged all the curves of her body in all the right places. The fur-lined hood was up, covering her face, but I knew that body. I had seen her heading toward the black diamond ski slopes earlier in the morning.