I feel Katara’s warm body press against mine as I penetrate her. She calls out as my gurthy Penis goes into her. I feel her movement along with me as I go in deeper. I feel her pussy get wetter as I pull out and go in again. We shift positions and now I’m stealthily pushing my Penis in her ass. She howls in pain but then the pain is replaced with pleasure. I hold her hips and thrust into her. She screams in ecstasy as I go faster going deeper with each thrust. I keep pushing deeper and deeper into her and she calls out my name. “Daddy!” She screams. I quickly hold her mouth because I know my aunt will not be happy that I’m fucking my hot cousin. But I feel her hot breath on my hand. She whispers “choke me Daddy.” I grab her throat and gently squeeze. “Harder daddy.” She says so I squeeze harder. “Choke me Daddy,” she says. So I choke her harder using both hands making her eyes roll back into the back of her head as I’m pounding her ass hole. “Daddy choke me harder!” she moans, so I choke her harder, I think to my self she’s so tight. We both hear foot steps coming towards the door and the handle jiggling. I hold my breath expecting a scolding from my aunt but, it not my aunt. It’s my other hot cousin Katie. I’m so glad to see her I let her in. She asks what I’m doing and Katara says “fucking me duh.” Katie blushes and say’s “your lying let me see.” Turning on the lights to see my 8 inch cock coming out of Katara’s ass. She runs over taking her clothes off and jumps on my cock. Katara says “let me join in.” Sitting on my face grinding and she starts moaning. She hops of my face sucking my ball while Katie jump her boob bouncing up and down. I pick them up and lay them on the bed. And I take my hand and start fisting Katara’s ass while fucking Katie. Katie and Katara start Sciccoring and I start beat off over them. Katie moans. I say ” I want to join.” So Katie grabs a strap on and starts fuck Katara’s pussy. I ask Katie “have you ever done anal.” She says “No.” Seductively so I stick my cock in her ass pushing her into Katara. They both moan “What’s your pleasure, master?” I say “I like choking.” So I start choking Katie and she starts choking Katara. This goes on for an hour until I finally cum in Katie’s ass. Katara quickly eats my cum out of her ass swallowing with each lick. My aunt walks in and witnesses this and she starts screaming. She sees my dick and gasps she quickly shuts the door and I hear her on the phone with my uncle. Then I hear her hang up and come towards the door she opens the door and there she is naked with her huge tits and fat ass she gets down in her knees and starts sucking my cock. I start thrusting making her gag. She taps my legs fast I pull my dick out and she starts gasping for air. She bends over and puts my dick in her tight pussy. She starts twerking on my dick. I pull out and she pushes my dick in her ass and I goes deep in her she screams and then clinches her ass cheeks making it tighter I thrust only getting 4 pumps before I cum. She starts panting and says to me “come back next week.” I clean up and get dressed then go back home
Tag: Fisting
Strangers on a Train (part two) [forced watching] [gun] [non/dubious consent] [blowjob] [fingering] [facial] [threatening] [anal]
The old man’s hand caressed my neck and I was biting back tears, trying not to let it bother me, but I was genuinely afraid of what Shawn would do, and what the old man would do. Every time his fist clenched I shook my head slightly and he relaxed his hand. The old man leaned close to me and took a deep breath of my hair, “My name is, Mitchell,” he said softly, seemingly just to me, “and you are?”
“Evelyn,” I said softly.
He turned to Shawn, “And your name?”
My boyfriend was hesitant to answer but looked at me and relented, “Shawn.”
“Over the past few months I’ve paid roughly twenty thousand dollars to watch you fuck Evelyn on an empty train car late at night. That train car is no longer going to be empty but you will get an additional thousand dollars for every friend I bring along. Is that agreeable?” he asked.
Shawn looked to me and I nodded, “Okay,” he said.
Wild Week chapter 2 (family fun)
Chapter 2 : Later on Monday
Gayla didn’t reawaken until after 11 o’clock. Yawning, she stretched her naked body under the covers and looked over at the clock. She was surprised at the time. Usually, Billy would wake her before leaving for his baseball practice, then she wouldn’t see him again until dinnertime. Throwing back the covers, she swung her legs out over the edge of the bed and sat up, arching her back and stretching her arms up over her head in another mighty yawn. She ruffled her fingers through her thick auburn hair, which she had gotten cut tomboyishly short a few months before. She was still not used to it after having kept it long since she was a girl. Her body felt nicely fatigued from her early morning workout, though she felt badly in need of a bath. Sweat had dried on her body and her pubic hair was matted with the dried juices from their lovemaking. She smiled as she remembered Bill’s urgency when she had made him beg, the wild, almost desperate look in his eyes. She loved to drive him wild with desire before letting her own passion sweep her away.
Strangers on a Train (part one) [voyeurism] [co-workers] [public] [vaginal] [creampie]
Every Friday night we stay late in the office, get dinner in the city, then take a late train home. Shawn and I always find an empty car then settle into the front corner together. I pull my panties off as he watches then I put the flimsy fabric I’d been wearing in his hand and he puts it in his pocket.
He looks me over as I bite my lip. We both look around, ensuring the car is still empty except for us. Then he pulls my skirt up and looks at my cunt as he runs his fingers along my slit. He closes his eyes and smiles as his fingers spread my slick fluids around me.
“What if someone else gets on and we have to stop prematurely?” he asks, initiating a familiar game we’ve played weekly since we got together a few months ago.
I kiss him and whisper, “I’m not stopping, they can just watch.”
That’s always how the game begins. Then it varies slightly and this last time it went very different than it normally does. We were sitting in the train car just as we always were and there was just a different air about the whole encounter.
unexpected BJ [mf] [bj] [oral]
Why is it so much light in here? I ask myself, opening my eyes, confused. Like usual, I am all wrapped up in the bedsheet, laying on my front, spread eagle in the centre of the bed with the pillows scattered all around me. This is strange I contemplate, looking around the room. It is a lot brighter than I was expecting. I sleepily turn my head to the bedside table, where my alarm clock is. Holy shit, fuck! It’s late.
I jump out of bed and immediately fall on my hands and knees since my feet are tangled in the bedsheet. This proves to be a good thing, in the end. It gives me the opportunity to find probably the only clean t-shirt in the house, under the bed. I take it out, smell it and, content that it still, vaguely, smells of laundry detergent, I put it on in a hurry, not even caring that it’s with the back to the front. I run through the bedroom door and burst through the, slightly open, bathroom door in a hurry to take the fastest shower in human history. I only manage to take one step inside when my feet freeze on the spot.
All good things come to an end…repeatedly [MF]
I know, been a while, what can I say, shit happens. First there was a death in the family and I had to deal with that, then once I started to get back into the swing of things at work, the world went to shit, and before restrictions got too bad, I made the ~~smart~~ ~~dumb~~ impassioned move to drive from California to Maryland to quarantine with the girl I was seeing, the one who originally wanted me to start writing things out. She’s finishing up her residency to become a doctor, so I didn’t want her to be alone in the middle of all of this shit. What can I say, love makes you do stupid things. Anyway, I’m finally finishing out this chapter in my life, then I’m going to move on to other parts, more adventurous parts. Why am I writing these out instead of telling her in person? She likes it, and seems to think I have a knack for it. There’s another reason entirely, but I’ll get to that eventually, maybe.
The Taxi
It was dreamy, the way you looked at me from across the dance floor. My heart skipped a beat to see you take off your ring and put it into your pants pocket. I had to take a long, deep breath to calm my tits down as I watched you stride over.
I turn away bashfully, but you took my hand in yours, and lead me to the dance floor. You turn to face me, hands on my waist. I feel your nose teasingly tucking my hair behind my ear, and then you gently bit my ear lobe. Your hands slide down my hips and cupped my buttocks against your growing erection. I purr in surprise, and when I looked at you, your playful eyes gave me the answer I sought.
Your hand never leaving my waist, we hurry into the taxi. A cheerful family of four smiled at us from the dashboard. A sleepy-looking driver confirmed the address, and drove us on our way while singing to himself. No sooner had we moved off, your hand slid between my thighs, prying them open. You nestled your face into my neck while your hand continued moving up my inner thighs. When your finger touched my clitoris throbbing hard against my thin panty, an explosive orgasm radiated throughout my entire body. You catch my moans in your mouth, and as you bit my lower lip, your fingers slid under my panty, and curled into my vagina. Your fingers expertly hit my G-spot, and my pussy juice flooded the car floor.
Don’t Call Me Sir [MF] [Public] [Humiliation] [Teacher/Student]
** This was entirely typed on a phone. Please forgive any typos.**
Hannah quickly finished her iced tea and hurried to the counter of the cafe to pay. She’d been so distracted by her pre-class reading that she’d failed to notice she was now late for her lecture. When she’d chosen the subject, “eroticism in literature” she had expected the content to be of a sexual nature. What she hadn’t counted on was her lecturer’s seeming delight in making an already salacious topic verge in pornographic.
After their second lecture, during which he happily admitted masturbating to Anaïs Nin as a teenager he had ask the class to find an erotic passage of prose to bring to the next class:
“Gentlemen! Bring me the writing that makes your cock engorged and your voice thick with lust. Ladies, I want what makes your cunt wet and ache to be filled”.
This drew shocked gasps and nervous laughter from the class, and the lecturer continued: “how can you complete a course on erotic writing if you cannot even admit it when you find a piece of writing erotic? This is not a class for prudes. If you are a prude please excuse yourself immediately. This is a class for the hot blooded, it is a class for lovers!”
Doomed by the Bell – Finale [(f)fm][bdsm][throatfucking][orgasm control]
This is part 2. It won’t make all that much sense without having read [part 1](https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ibm4bn/doomed_by_the_bell_ffmbdsmthroatfuckingorgasm/) first. So I’m gonna go ahead and recommend that.
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There’s a lot of different reasons for a human body to shake. One’s thighs might shake from the strain of trying to keep one’s lap off the uncaringly droning vibrator one is kneeling over. Limbs may quiver from the exertion of trying so very hard not to cum, while every single nerve ending begs for it in a flurry of fireworks. One might shake from the cool gust of wind that drags across one’s naked wet skin, beaded with sweat and soiled from baser pleasures. One might shake from the intake of adrenaline that comes with hours of a hard angry cock taking liberty with one’s mouth and throat, allowing one to breathe merely by accident rather than design. Finally, it’s entirely possible to be enough of a cum slut to shake from the sheer pleasure of feeling a cock leak a steady dribble of precum for minutes, inches away from bursting into a million pieces.
Wild Week chapter one (family fun)
CHAPTER 1 : Monday
Gayla Ward was awakened by the incessant buzz of the alarm clock. She was lying on her side, one hand clamped between her thighs, the other rested between her heavy breasts, twisted into the sheer fabric of her pink baby-doll nightie. She groaned softly in frustration. She opened her sleep heavy eyelids and squinted at the dial. 6:45 Monday morning. Time to wake Bill up for work. As usual, he was still sound asleep at her back, lightly snoring, oblivious to the racket. After twenty years of marriage she was still surprised by him. He could sleep through a hurricane, she often thought. She reached out and cut off the alarm.
“Bill, time to get up,” she said, stretching as she rolled over to face him. He was 40 years old, 5 feet 10 inches tall with curly black hair and was still a fit and trim 175 pounds. He lay flat on his back wearing only pajama bottoms, one arm shielding his eyes from the morning sunlight streaming in the window on his side of the bed. He had kicked off the covers and his legs and free arm were splayed out haphazardly. She looked down and gasped lightly as she saw his 8 1/2 inch cock standing out from the flap in his pajamas. A thrill ran through her body. He had a piss hard-on that was as rigid and upright as a flag pole.