Your best sex scene

[EmilyMiller]

Inspired by @madelinemasoch ’s thread.

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I know that many of you will say that it makes no sense to look at a sex scene in isolation, that the build up to it and the previous arcs of the characters make the scene meaningful. But… decoupling the sex from the context, is there a sex scene you have written that you are particularly fond / proud of?

If so, and assuming it’s not ninety paragraphs, please post the text here, together with a link to the story you have taken it from.

I’ll hold off on mine for the moment and wait to read yours instead.

Em

 

[StillStunned]

I'm quite fond of the sex scene in Chapter 3 of The Rivals. It starts at the bottom of page 1. Avilia realises the bug that's been planted in her head becomes uncomfortable when she's horny, so she tries to force it out.

 

[countdowntolov3]

Avilia realises the bug that's been planted in her head becomes uncomfortable when she's horny, so she tries to force it out.

Oh, damn. That was fun.

I love when the fantasy world blends into the sex like that. Well written, too. Nice job!

 

[StillStunned]

Oh, damn. That was fun.

I love when the fantasy world blends into the sex like that. Well written, too. Nice job!

Thanks! I had a blast writing it.

 

[EmilyMiller]

I'm quite fond of the sex scene in Chapter 3 of The Rivals. It starts at the bottom of page 1. Avilia realises the bug that's been planted in her head becomes uncomfortable when she's horny, so she tries to force it out.

Sorry to be annoying. But could you perhaps share the text here. Wanted people to be able to read - if they like it, of course they can then click on the link to the full story.

Em

 

[Bamagan]

Ah, the textual version of a pornhub money shot cum-pilation video.

Notice the dripping?

 

[StillStunned]

Sorry to be annoying. But could you perhaps share the text here. Wanted people to be able to read - if they like it, of course they can then click on the link to the full story.

Em

Sure! Here goes:

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When she woke, the door to Sligh's bedchamber was open and he was gone. Still naked beneath the blanket, Avilia stretched and worked the kinks out of her muscles. She was feeling better about her situation than she had been the day before. Farflier wasn't gone, and Sligh was helping her. Annoying as he could be, the man knew far more than she did about the kind of trouble she was in. She wondered whether he'd let her suck his cock as his reward.

Her body responded at the thought, reminding her that she hadn't had any release in days. It also reminded her of the creature lodged inside her head. Why did it wake just then? she wondered. Was it because of what we were doing?

Telling herself she needed to experiment some more, she slid one hand down between her legs. She teased herself, picturing in her mind how Sligh had pressed his face into her pussy to smell her. When his tongue touched her button, a shock had swept through her. Her slit was already becoming moist from the memory.

Kicking the blanket off, she reached over to where her gear lay. A quick search through her pack yielded the sleeve containing her pleasure-rod: a piece of black wood with a curved, bulbous end.

Squeezing it to bring it to life, she pressed the rod between her legs, enjoying its warmth and feeling her body respond to its soft vibrations. Her breath was coming in gasps, the need for release becoming an urgent flood inside her.

She heard the moist sounds of the wood sliding along her gash, and pressed it against her entrance. It felt tight, as if her body was squeezing the rod before yielding to its invasion.

A moan escaped her lips as she gently pushed it in further. It would be better if it was the real thing, she told herself. She recalled how Sligh's cock had looked, felt, smelled. She imagined its purple head slowly penetrating her.

Suddenly she gave a gasp as the prrrrrt stirred to life in her head. I'd forgotten about that creature! Ignoring the discomfort of its movement, she pressed the pleasure-rod further inside herself. Her body was on fire, her toes curling and her arse clenching. I'm close, so close!

It felt as if the prrrrrt was trying to escape, looking for a way out. Maybe it doesn't like my physical excitement! Maybe if it's uncomfortable enough... She snorted out through her nose, as if that could dislodge the unwelcome creature. Fuck, this is weird! She snorted some more, trying to hold back her climax as long as she could. The creature wriggled and writhed, but stayed firmly inside her skull.

She pushed the rod in further, snorting and shaking her head. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, her climax was approaching. No, no... "Nooo!" she moaned, feeling her body spasm. "Noooo..."

She gave another moan as she drew the rod out of her pussy. The prrrrrt still stirred inside her skull. Her upper lip was wet. "Fuck," she gasped, wiping her face and tossing the rod aside.

A grunt from the other side of the room made her open her eyes. Sligh stood in the door, breeches unlaced and cock in hand. "That was--" he began, but she interrupted.

"Get here!" she commanded, rising. "Get here and fuck me." She turned and leaned forward over the divan. The prrrrrt seemed to be settling back down. "Quick, and don't stop until I tell you!"

If he had any questions, he kept them to himself. She felt him move behind her, then his hot cock rubbed along her slit. "Put it in!" she ordered, pressing herself backwards.

His head -- she could picture it, swollen and purple -- found her entrance and slid inside. "Deeper," she said, "deeper!" She knew it was supposed to be about dislodging the prrrrrt, but her body welcomed him inside her.

In her skull, the creature was writhing, almost as if in panic. She snorted through her nose, shaking her head and spraying snot, and thought she felt it making its way to her nostril.

Sligh's hands grasped her hips as his cock slid in and out of her. She could hear him grunting, and realised she was grunting as well, in between the snorts. "Trying... to get... uuhhhnn... creature... aaaaahh," she groaned.

"Thought so." It sounded like his teeth were clenched. "Don't care."

Their thighs were slapping together. The sound was somehow erotic. She forced herself to concentrate on the prrrrrt, and pressed a finger against one nostril and snorted out through the other. "It's working," she moaned. "It's coming, it's coming!"

"Don't... say... that...!" It was almost a wail.

"Don't... cum...," she moaned in between snorts, "If... you... cum... unhh... If... you... cum... I'll... kill... ooooh!"

The creature was halfway down her nose, frantically scrabbling as it struggled for freedom. She snorted again and tossed her head, and something red shot out in a wet spray and landed on her blanket. "It's... out!" she exclaimed.

"Great... Not... stopping... though." Sligh continued to pound away, and she pushed back against him. With the prrrrrt out of her head she allowed her body to focus on the pleasure of having a hard cock thrusting in and out of her. She felt a knot of heat beginning to gather deep inside her.

One of the hands lifted off her waist, and she felt his thumb slide down her crack to her arse. It moved in tight circles, coming closer and closer, sending shivers up her spine. Then it pressed against her hole, and she gave another moan as it forced itself inside. The heat was a flame burning through her body now, from her toes to the back of her skull.

Cock and thumb moved in and out of her in a steady rhythm. Sligh's breath was ragged, his moans becoming louder. He was whispering something to himself. Then she felt his head swell up inside her, pressing against the walls of her pussy, and she was unable to hold back the pleasure any more.

Ecstasy flooded through her, shaking her body and setting off explosions behind her eyes. She felt Sligh release himself inside her with a cry, and it set off another climax. Their voices mingled together as they moaned, still driving their bodies against each other to draw out the moment for as long as possible.

After some time, Avilia became aware that she was lying on her side on the divan. Sligh was pressed against her back, still panting. He was wearing a jacket of fine blue wool, and his lower legs were still tangled in a pair of soft leather breeches. She again gasped as his cock slid out of her, leaving a wet trace on her thigh to match the wetness on her face.

Movement caught her eye, and she saw a red worm-like creature about half as long as her thumb writhing on the blanket by her head. With a shriek she jerked away, banging Sligh in the head with her arm.

He jumped up from the divan, cursing and clutching at his face. "What was that for?" he cried. "You told me to-- Oh." She held up the prrrrrt for him to see, still covered in her snot. It wriggled in her grasp, its motions becoming frantic, then it went still.

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From The Rivals Ch. 03: The Demon Hunt

 

[EmilyMiller]

Sure! Here goes:

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When she woke, the door to Sligh's bedchamber was open and he was gone. Still naked beneath the blanket, Avilia stretched and worked the kinks out of her muscles. She was feeling better about her situation than she had been the day before. Farflier wasn't gone, and Sligh was helping her. Annoying as he could be, the man knew far more than she did about the kind of trouble she was in. She wondered whether he'd let her suck his cock as his reward.

Her body responded at the thought, reminding her that she hadn't had any release in days. It also reminded her of the creature lodged inside her head. Why did it wake just then? she wondered. Was it because of what we were doing?
Telling herself she needed to experiment some more, she slid one hand down between her legs. She teased herself, picturing in her mind how Sligh had pressed his face into her pussy to smell her. When his tongue touched her button, a shock had swept through her. Her slit was already becoming moist from the memory.

Kicking the blanket off, she reached over to where her gear lay. A quick search through her pack yielded the sleeve containing her pleasure-rod: a piece of black wood with a curved, bulbous end.

Squeezing it to bring it to life, she pressed the rod between her legs, enjoying its warmth and feeling her body respond to its soft vibrations. Her breath was coming in gasps, the need for release becoming an urgent flood inside her.

She heard the moist sounds of the wood sliding along her gash, and pressed it against her entrance. It felt tight, as if her body was squeezing the rod before yielding to its invasion.

A moan escaped her lips as she gently pushed it in further. It would be better if it was the real thing, she told herself. She recalled how Sligh's cock had looked, felt, smelled. She imagined its purple head slowly penetrating her.

Suddenly she gave a gasp as the prrrrrt stirred to life in her head. I'd forgotten about that creature! Ignoring the discomfort of its movement, she pressed the pleasure-rod further inside herself. Her body was on fire, her toes curling and her arse clenching. I'm close, so close!

It felt as if the prrrrrt was trying to escape, looking for a way out. Maybe it doesn't like my physical excitement! Maybe if it's uncomfortable enough... She snorted out through her nose, as if that could dislodge the unwelcome creature. Fuck, this is weird! She snorted some more, trying to hold back her climax as long as she could. The creature wriggled and writhed, but stayed firmly inside her skull.

She pushed the rod in further, snorting and shaking her head. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, her climax was approaching. No, no... "Nooo!" she moaned, feeling her body spasm. "Noooo..."

She gave another moan as she drew the rod out of her pussy. The prrrrrt still stirred inside her skull. Her upper lip was wet. "Fuck," she gasped, wiping her face and tossing the rod aside.

A grunt from the other side of the room made her open her eyes. Sligh stood in the door, breeches unlaced and cock in hand. "That was--" he began, but she interrupted.

"Get here!" she commanded, rising. "Get here and fuck me." She turned and leaned forward over the divan. The prrrrrt seemed to be settling back down. "Quick, and don't stop until I tell you!"

If he had any questions, he kept them to himself. She felt him move behind her, then his hot cock rubbed along her slit. "Put it in!" she ordered, pressing herself backwards.

His head -- she could picture it, swollen and purple -- found her entrance and slid inside. "Deeper," she said, "deeper!" She knew it was supposed to be about dislodging the prrrrrt, but her body welcomed him inside her.

In her skull, the creature was writhing, almost as if in panic. She snorted through her nose, shaking her head and spraying snot, and thought she felt it making its way to her nostril.

Sligh's hands grasped her hips as his cock slid in and out of her. She could hear him grunting, and realised she was grunting as well, in between the snorts. "Trying... to get... uuhhhnn... creature... aaaaahh," she groaned.

"Thought so." It sounded like his teeth were clenched. "Don't care."

Their thighs were slapping together. The sound was somehow erotic. She forced herself to concentrate on the prrrrrt, and pressed a finger against one nostril and snorted out through the other. "It's working," she moaned. "It's coming, it's coming!"

"Don't... say... that...!" It was almost a wail.

"Don't... cum...," she moaned in between snorts, "If... you... cum... unhh... If... you... cum... I'll... kill... ooooh!"

The creature was halfway down her nose, frantically scrabbling as it struggled for freedom. She snorted again and tossed her head, and something red shot out in a wet spray and landed on her blanket. "It's... out!" she exclaimed.

"Great... Not... stopping... though." Sligh continued to pound away, and she pushed back against him. With the prrrrrt out of her head she allowed her body to focus on the pleasure of having a hard cock thrusting in and out of her. She felt a knot of heat beginning to gather deep inside her.

One of the hands lifted off her waist, and she felt his thumb slide down her crack to her arse. It moved in tight circles, coming closer and closer, sending shivers up her spine. Then it pressed against her hole, and she gave another moan as it forced itself inside. The heat was a flame burning through her body now, from her toes to the back of her skull.

Cock and thumb moved in and out of her in a steady rhythm. Sligh's breath was ragged, his moans becoming louder. He was whispering something to himself. Then she felt his head swell up inside her, pressing against the walls of her pussy, and she was unable to hold back the pleasure any more.

Ecstasy flooded through her, shaking her body and setting off explosions behind her eyes. She felt Sligh release himself inside her with a cry, and it set off another climax. Their voices mingled together as they moaned, still driving their bodies against each other to draw out the moment for as long as possible.

After some time, Avilia became aware that she was lying on her side on the divan. Sligh was pressed against her back, still panting. He was wearing a jacket of fine blue wool, and his lower legs were still tangled in a pair of soft leather breeches. She again gasped as his cock slid out of her, leaving a wet trace on her thigh to match the wetness on her face.

Movement caught her eye, and she saw a red worm-like creature about half as long as her thumb writhing on the blanket by her head. With a shriek she jerked away, banging Sligh in the head with her arm.

He jumped up from the divan, cursing and clutching at his face. "What was that for?" he cried. "You told me to-- Oh." She held up the prrrrrt for him to see, still covered in her snot. It wriggled in her grasp, its motions becoming frantic, then it went still.

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Thank you

 

[yowser]

His fingers continued to work my lips, then flicked lightly my clitoris.

All too soon I was again nearly at the precipice.

He entered me, on top this time. I felt his serpent slither completely up my channel. I held his lean bum cheeks in my hands, their contractions deliberate, controlled.

His body moved atop me, his embrace ranging over my limbs, my flanks, his hands holding my head, neck.

He continued to move. In and out, sideways, the same corkscrewing motions as earlier, only from a different angle now. My excitement heightened. My thighs gripped him. I was ready to climax.

Except that I couldn't. He continued to curl his hips, his penis, into me and I kept thinking that each next thrust would carry me over the cliff. But it didn't. It was like watching an ocean wave at the beach that looked as if it was about to breach but never did, just kept a crest up, white foam at the top, rolling along but never breaking.

He pushed forever. I felt his penis head strike my cervix, that strange softness of its increasingly violent caresses, and like Zeno's paradox, each thrust bringing me closer to release but never quite there. I was sweating, panting, my legs rigid, toes impossibly tense, wondering if I ever would crescendo.

His hips grew frantic, the thrusts came in a violent cascade. Then as if some switch went off, I found myself permitted to give in, and a wave, the first of several, washed over me as my anus quivered and my channel squeezed on the serpent.

My breath escaped me. His teeth were on my neck. His hips forced me down into the bed. And finally a giant push, and he slowed, those last few sperm-propelling thrusts, and all was quiet.

My breathing on his neck was shallow, rapid. I felt his penis soften inside me, the weight of his body suddenly heightened. I was covered. Smothered. But somehow comfortable.

He lay on top of me for some time. I kissed his neck, traced fingers over his back, feeling the bony nubs of his vertebra.

Finally he stirred. His penis slopped out of me. He stood at the side of the bed, the serpent dangling, still curved but wet, soft, a shadow of its former self.

From An Infernal Folio

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[Kumquatqueen]

Skipping 30k words to a mfm threesome being about to happen, here you go. There's another pageful with the actual sex.

There was some whistling and humming outside, presumably Andy coming back to his own tent, some ten yards behind mine. Then our whole tent shook as a rope twanged.

"Aw, fuck!" I heard the low voice.

"Hey? That you, Andy?" Richie called.

"Aye. Who else?"

Richie took a deep breath, then looked into my eyes as he asked loudly, "Do you want to come in and join us?"

The implications of that sentence...

I didn't really know what that could lead to, but I did realise, with sudden clarity, that I wasn't going to object. If Andy really was up for it, I wasn't going to be the one saying no to that slim, lithe brown body.

I doubted he would be, though. But what did I have to lose?

"You're most welcome," I called, voice higher than normal.

Then I hissed at Richie, "Did you plan this?"

He shrugged, face blank.

"OK! Thanks ... er ... I'll come in, then."

A pause, then Andy unzipped my tent's outer canvas and knelt down.

With our light inside, he'd be able to see through the gauzy white inner material, and be able to tell how much I wasn't wearing.

Which gave him pause. He'd have seen Richie was topless, too. "You want me to come in, join in?"

"That's the idea," Richie said jovially, though it was faked lack of nerves.

"Laura?"

He was looking at me. At my face, with the odd flickering glance southwards. Andy was interested, all right.

It was my decision to make.

Could I really throw aside all the expectations of a lifetime? I'd already ditched heterosexuality and adopted casual sex, after all, but more than one guy at a time? That was hardcore, the sort of thing I'd never heard of anyone actually doing, not outside the Letters section in a porn mag...

A word of advice from my deceased grandmother wafted through my mind. "Seize your opportunities. You always regret what you don't do, more than what you do do."

I would regret turning Andy down, now he was asking.

What did I have to lose?

"Come on in, if you're going to. But you're overdressed." I spoke mock-crossly.

A quiet laugh. "Aye, right."

Educating Laura Ch.3 (page 4)

 

[StillStunned]

Zeno's paradox

LOL. Real-world application of Greek philosophy!

 

[Jorunn]

The best sex scene I've written is in my Halloween 2023 story, The Greatest Witch Hunter. (contest voting is probably closed now). The great-great-grandson of a famous witch hunter encounters the legendary witch Morgana. The MC saw a journal that morning, written in 1938, that led him to believe Morgana killed his great-great-grandfather. He spots Morgana today and follows her to her old house. He sneaks inside and she traps him with a paralyzing powder. Morgana believes the MC is his great-great-grandfather and has been resurrected. The MC is torn between the seductive charms of Morgana, and the possibility that she killed his great-great-grandfather. It's a long scene in the story, so I am breaking it into three pieces.

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I feared she would continue pressing me about my supposed resurrection, so I tried to change the subject. Speaking of potions, I tried this, "'double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble'."

She smiled. A genuine one, not a mocking one. I wondered, then kept going, "'for a charm of powerful trouble, like a hell-broth boil and bubble.'"

She replied, "Are you trying to seduce me again with Shakespeare, Phineas?"

Seduction? It was not my goal, but she was quite beautiful, and the thought was not wholly unpleasant. But I needed to escape. What if I treated her like a woman instead of a dark witch? It worked for my great-grandfather, at least for a while. Could the Bard open her cold dead heart? I had worked at a Renaissance Faire while in college and read quite a bit for inspiration, but as the words spun around within my brain, they were covered in rust. I tried one of my favorite pickup lines from college, twisting it slightly, "'I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say I love you, Morgana'."

She responded to my efforts, "Henry V, Act 5, Scene 2. 'If music be the food of love, play on'."

It was working! I knew the line, so I replied, "Twelfth Night, Act 1, Scene 1."

"'Love will not be spurred to what it loathes'" she said.

I had to turn my gambit away from loathing, "I loath thee not, Morgana, and pray thee feel the same. Trying to kill thee was a grievous mistake. 'the course of true love never did run smooth'."

She was warming to my efforts, "'Who ever loved that loved not at first sight'? I still cherish our first night together, Phineas. You were such a wonderful lover. I willingly gave thee my body, but afterward, when we held each other, talking, and quoted Shakespeare to each other, you forever won my heart."

It was getting interesting, but I was on very uncertain ground since my great-grandfather provided few details about their romantic liaison. "I sought thee out to be with thee again, Morgana."

"If thou wished to be with me, then why didst thou sneaketh into my basement?" she questioned.

"'A heart to love, and in that heart, Courage, to make one's love known'. I confess my lack of courage. How best to make my intentions known, after these many years. My own life might be forfeit if thee opened thine door and saw me as a spectral image rather than a man."

Her entire body relaxed and as she smiled, her face somehow became even lovelier. "'I would not wish any companion in the world but you', Phineas," but first, I must do one thing.

She unbuttoned my shirt and opened it, exposing my chest. She touched her left arm and gave me a mischievous look. "Right here, I still bear the scar you gave me and have worn it these many years. Even with my healing powers, the mark of your accursed blade remains. Before I can forgive thee, I am owed its equal. This will not hurt thee nearly as much as when thy dagger bit my flesh." She scratched my chest with a long fingernail, pushing it deep, drawing blood. "Now we are even."

"My intentions are sincere. I bear no weapons, Morgana."

"Your old dagger rests in my dining room, on my mantle, a keepsake of when last we met."

She continued, "You lied to me when you said you came with no weapon." She undid the zip on my trousers, reached in, and pulled out my cock. I felt the coolness of her fingers as they wrapped around my member. "Just as I remember. You brought this weapon, Phineas, easily the most dangerous of all to women. Pity you shall have no command of it until tomorrow."

 

[Jorunn]

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Chapter 9 - Another Use?

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"If questions cannot loosen your tongue, perhaps I can find another use for it," said Morgana. Bending over, she ducked out of sight for a moment. She bobbed back up, pulling her black dress up over her head and tossing it aside. Her black bra and panties followed, leaving her naked. She looked incredible, more than amazing, as she climbed onto the table and straddled my chest. Immediately in front of me was her hairless crotch. The smokey odor of her dark witch pheromones washed over me like a tsunami.

Under the influence of the tea, the smell drew me to her. I had to get nearer, to press my nose against her. To breathe her in. I thrashed my head and neck wildly about. She remained just inches away. I stuck out my tongue and lapped at the air. "Come closer," I yelled. "I beg of you, Morgana, come hither!"

"Those are the words every woman loves to hear, Phineas."

She rocked her hips side-to-side, her knees ever so slowly advancing until they passed by either side of my head. Her torso remained fully vertical, her pussy floating directly above my face, just out of reach. She ran her hands sensuously over her inner thighs. Extending the motion, she brought them together over her pussy, before slowly moving them up her torso. They continued higher, circling her wonderfully perfect breasts before returning to her thighs and repeating the motion. Slow, sensual, sexy, fabulous.

"Are you getting ready, Phineas?"

Seconds later, her pussy descended towards my face. As it lowered, my face rose upward to meet her. I did not want my head trapped against the hard stone. My nose grazed against her labia and I inhaled the essence of a burning building. If smoke were the only thing, I would simply have choked and turned away. There was more here, much more. It lured me on like a bee to honey. An intense mixture of fragrances and odors like the redolence of a forest after a rain. I extended my tongue, searching for the opening between her folds. I began lapping at her pussy like a frenzied dog. The attraction of her dark witch's pheromones blocked all thoughts of soft or gentle. I wanted to smell and taste and take in everything within reach.

Her labia responded quickly, darkening in color as her outer lips puffed up and her inner lips slipped down in between. I opened my mouth and took them in, running my tongue over, under, and all around, tracing the scalloped edges. Her clit began peeking out from under its hood. Morgana shifted slightly, her bum muscles alternately tensing and relaxing. She leaned slightly forward, offering me with a magnificent view of her dangling breasts. I watched her left hand move up and across, cupping her right breast, starting a gentle circular motion around her areola. My tea-addled brain was receiving signals from my nose and commanding, 'More! More! I must have more!'

I could feel my cock growing and feared her discovery of it. I moved straight to her clit, attempting to bring her to a quick orgasm. Forming my tongue into a point, I began a series of tight small licks, outlining her clitoral hood, hoping to draw my prize out. When it fully emerged, I lapped up and down against it, covering both clit and hood. Her stomach muscles tightened, and she began rocking her hips, pressing against my tongue.

Morgana lowered herself, my neck muscles unable to match, easily driving the back of my head against the hard stone table. She began grinding her pussy against my face, moving back and forth over it. She was in full control, her pussy sliding between my nose, tongue, and chin, pressing me downward to meet her desires. I was amazed at how her inner lips formed to my features as she moved. She smeared my beard with her juices, allowing her to glide easily across it. She slid even further down my face, sometimes slipping off entirely. Then she pushed forward, slowed her hip movements, and began pressing her pussy against the point of my chin and started humping against it!

"Uhhh! Nice!"

Soon sated from this motion, she rose and re-settled the opening of her vagina over my mouth. I pushed my tongue up to greet it. Both her hands moved downward and teasingly rubbed her clit against my nose. She rocked backward, driving my tongue deeper into her, then forward. She kept the rocking motion going, and I could feel contractions building against my face.

"Ohhh! Uhhh! Phineas! Ahhh!" A surge of viscous fluid dropped into my mouth, leaving no doubt of her orgasm.

"Your oral skills have greatly improved, Phineas," she announced, looking down at me through heavy breaths. "But there is something more. Your desire to please me. You must have really missed me. It felt so erotic to be licked by someone back from the dead."

 

[djrip]

I couldn't possibly choose one favorite...

But perhaps it is fitting that the one that springs to mind is from the culminating sex scene of the final (so far) chapter of my most sex heavy series, New RA at the Girls' Dorm.

To set the scene, our protagonist has found himself in a bit of a pickle here. He was having sex with one of the residents of the dorm out on the lawn during a group yoga session with several of them, when a former RA approached. Not having time to stop and get dressed, he leaned against the behind of his downward dog positioned partner as if coaching her yoga pose and arranged their clothes to hide the fact that he was inside her.

"They were short of female RA's," he shrugged, one hand resting on Rachel's hip, fairly high up so as not to seem overly sexual. He held the other one out, and Karry came up and took it. He felt a trickle of pre-cum seeping up his length, dribbling into the space between his swollen cock head and Rachel's quivering cervix. "I'm Tom," he said as steadily as he could manage.

"Karry." He intended a quick handshake but she didn't let go. She just kept looking at him, with her fingers curled lightly over his. "It must be kind of tough," she said.

"Ah, what?" His cock was aching, now, in the tightness of Rachel's vagina, begging to slide in and out, as he struggled to remain still, and stay calm enough for a polite conversation with the beautiful woman before him, resting her fingers delicately in his hand. She smiled and glanced around.

"You know," she said, eyes roaming over the girls. "They're very pretty."

"It's all part of the job," he said, nervously. He felt a trickle of sweat running down his back, as Rachel's pussy clenched and contracted around him. Her legs were starting to tremble, holding her pose. He tried to shift subtly, to adjust his cock inside her.

"Hey, what--" Karry's eyes widened, suddenly, at the movement. Shit, he thought. Shit. "Just what is going on here? I should..." She licked her lips.

Tom was starting to pull out, thinking the game was up, but as he watched her staring at where his cock had begun to emerge from Rachel's pussy, wet and shiny, he slowed. Karry opened her mouth like she was going to say something, but kind of froze there like that. Tom kept his eyes steady on her and just... pushed back in.

"I should, ah, report this to the authorities, is what I should, um. Do."

"That's not what you really want to do, though, is it?" he asked, slowly pulling back out. Karry just stared at Rachel's pussy stretching around Tom's cock. He backed off until his cock head was just beginning to spread her tight labia, and watched the other RA gingerly bite her lower lip.

"You know," she whispered. "The other RA's didn't understand, but you do."

"Understand?" he grunted, thrusting forward.

"How hard it can be, living with all these beautiful young women..."

Tom was pushing Rachel's dress down off her hips again, sliding a hand over her ass. He still held Karry's fingers with the other one. "I do," he assured her, with a gentle squeeze, passing his thumb over the backs of her fingers.

"Oh fuck," panted Rachel quietly down by the ground, as he drove back into her.

"They were always so sexy..." Karry said, fully absorbed in what she was seeing.

"Are you a lesbian, Karry?" asked Sandy, taking her other hand and leaning in close. "Is that why it was hard for you?"

"I..." She nodded. "Well, bi, I guess. But I never thought..."

Nina was putting her arms around the former RA, now, as well. "I think all of us here are a little bi," the athletic girl said with a smile.

"Or, like, a lot," mumbled Misty under her breath.

Karry looked from face to face, and it almost seemed like tears were welling up in her eyes. Tom was touched at the way she was opening up with the girls, and they were embracing her in turn. It made his erection swell and strain even more inside Rachel.

"All this time, I could have..."

The girls in Tom's t-shirts had stopped trying to hide their bottomlessness, as this conversation developed. In fact, Misty in particular was now looking Karry in the eyes, and had her shirt lifted up above her belly button. She spread her knees deliberately, watching her old RA's face as her pussy lips parted with a moist sound.

"Could have what?" she asked, rolling her hips to bring her vulva more fully into view. "Did you want to lick our wet little pussies? All those times we were naked together in the showers?" She was lightly stroking herself, now, fingertips playing over sticky labia to pluck at her tender hooded nub.

"Oh god," the RA whispered. "Yes. That's what I wanted."

"Come on," Misty encouraged. "Come lick my pussy."

Karry sank down to her knees, eyes never leaving the enticing young vulva being offered to her. Her hands touched the grass, and she crawled forward, until her lips reached Misty's labia. She gave a tentative kiss.

"That's it," breathed Misty. "That's right..."

The RA made out with Misty's vagina, softly slurping on her. She let out a little moan as she dipped her tongue into slick honeyed folds, and closed her lips upon the girl's engorged clit. Misty's breathing grew heavier; she started to squirm and make little sounds as Karry licked her.

Tom was entranced, watching the former RA's head move between Misty's spread legs. She put an arm around the girl's leg, reaching down to pull her labia tight with two fingertips. Her other hand snaked underneath and she worked a finger inside, making Misty twitch and jerk. The girl's hips began to rise up off her yoga mat, and Karry's mouth moved with her.

"Oh fu--oh god, oh fuck..." Misty began emitting short vocalizations with every breath. She had a hand on one of her tits, squeezing rhythmically, pinching her nipple. "Aahh, ah, unnh..."

He realized Rachel was yelping along as he fucked her, adding her voice to the chorus of moans and low "mmm's" emanating from the other girls. "Fuuu... fuc.. oh my god--" Her body broke out in a sudden sweat, and her cries grew desperate as he pounded into her, pummeling her pussy relentlessly. He gripped her hips, fingers sinking into the pliant flesh, and rattled her limbs loose. Her vagina spasmed and seized at his cock as her quivering legs gave out. She was dangling, suspended by his hands on her pelvis and his cock piercing her insides. Glistening fluid gushed from her, bathing his shaft, dripping down his balls and onto the mat below.

"Fuck," she panted, "fuck, fu--" She was trying to crawl weakly away. Tom slowed his assault, and let her down onto the ground. He maintained his penetration, moving down with her as he laid her onto the yoga mat. "Fuck, Tom," she finally managed to get out. "I can't take any more."

He let his thick shaft slip free and bent down to scoop up her ass in his arms, dipping his face into the crevice between her cheeks and licking her deeply. Her cream was all over her, heavy and gooey between her lips. Her feet twitched and kicked as he suckled softly into her slit and dragged his tongue over her clit.

"Oh god," she cried out, grabbing at the grass.

"Tom? Tom!" It was Sandy, waving him over. "Come over here, it's my turn. She's all fucked out, Tom..."

 

[lovecraft68]

Best is subjective even for the writer. Might feel best at the time, then later you reread an older one and think it was hotter.

So, rather than "best" I'm going to go with one that just blew people away in the sense of "WTF" was that and where did it come from.

Siblings with Benefits chapter one. The chapter starts off with the sister arriving at the airport and being picked up by her younger brother. They're in their 30's and on the ride to his place she has some melancholy memories of the things she did while hooked on drugs which were the reason she left the state for a new start.

They enter his place and...all hell breaks loose. Keep in mind this is the I/T section and giving them a rough as hell scene that's as much of a fight as a fuck left them speechless.

Its 13 years old here but written two years prior before I began here. The grammar sucks, its in first person which I now despise, and I...bows head in shame-went way overboard on the brother's size...but the scene stands up to me.

Whole chapter is only two pages back when I worried about a story being two long....lost that quick that's for sure.

https://literotica.com/s/siblings-with-benefits-ch-01

 

[Jorunn]

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Chapter 10 - Cocos Nucifera

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Morgana swung her leg over me and worked herself toward the table edge. Hopping off, she turned to face me again, only this time, she stood near my partially erect penis. "My, my, Phineas. It does look like you enjoyed this, too."

I could not deny her words. "I thought you said I had no control over my penis."

"You don't. Your partial erection is only because of blood flow. You can't move the muscles in your pelvic area, including the ones used for orgasm and ejaculation."

The naked Morgana walked to her worktable and picked up a modest-sized stone crock. Returning, she set it down near my hips. "Let's see if we can improve this pitiful erection. I'm going to try some Cocos Nucifera." Her hand dipped below my line of sight, and her fingers emerged a moment later, covered in a thick white cream. The cooling combination of cream and her slender fingers hit my cock. She began slowly rubbing.

The name sounded ominous! And worse, the white cream was disappearing! I panicked. "What is this foul stuff you are putting on me? Why is it disappearing? Is it going inside my cock? What manner of dark magic are you inflicting me with?"

"Relax, Phineas. Cocos Nucifera is coconut oil. I keep some down here for making coconut oil soap. Don't you agree it does wonders for my complexion?"

I breathed a sigh of relief, then realized my penis was growing as her hands moved up and down the slick shaft. Morgana continued rubbing, mixing in a gentle tickle on my balls and the underside of my cock. I watched as her breasts swung gently from side to side. Her perfect face smiled as she looked at me. Before long, my cock stood straight up, as large as I had ever seen it.

"This is the cock I remember from our night together at the Hawthorne."

Morgana climbed back onto the table, assuming a squatting position over my hips. I knew what was coming, and from what she said, I wouldn't be the one doing the coming. Grasping my cock, she rubbed the head against her soft labia, already moist from our earlier efforts. It felt so amazing.

She stared at me intently. Her face was so perfect, dark eyebrows arching gracefully outward from her slender nose. Her lips, not large, formed a captivating smile, incredibly sexy, before turning up slightly at the outer edges. Her narrow, angled chin tapered toward her high cheekbones, which enjoyed a natural blush from our sexual activity. Her whole face was framed in dark black hair, parted just to one side, and her curls had just enough bounce to follow her movements.

My cock kept feeding me extremely pleasurable sensations, but it somehow felt detached from my body. I had no control, thrusting, or connection to it, as if it were a remote sensor on a distant planet, sending faraway signals back to my brain. I wondered how many victims had been in the same place as me, used by Morgana and her coven for their erotic pleasure. Unable to orgasm, unable to ejaculate, yet under constant arousal. It must have been maddening. And now it was happening to me!

She rose, using her hand to position my cock at the entrance to her vagina, and slowly lowered herself onto me. I do not doubt she could have taken me all the way down but chose not to. Instead, she was using small down movements before rising again. Then down a little further and back up. It was as if she wanted every centimeter of her vagina and my cock, to experience the same pleasure.

Her breasts moved up and down from heavier breathing. She locked her eyes intently onto mine, like a feral cat onto its prey. She had about half my cock covered, leaned slightly forward, and rotated her hips as if her pussy were searching for something. A gasp! Her G-spot found my cock! Keeping the same angle, her up and down motion resumed, at a more rapid pace. I could feel Morgana's pussy as it gripped my cock, clamping tight. Each up move felt like she was trying to capture my cock as her prize and tug it away from me. Each down move was a wonderful combination of friction and slickness within the walls of her vagina.

I felt my foot twitch. How? As she rode me, I flexed my foot. Then I moved my little finger. I was regaining muscle control. Then I realized the problem. My cock was deep inside Morgana, enjoying the best sex of my life! My eyes locked onto a woman of unnatural beauty. My ears received her cries of pleasure. My brain was processing the entire erotic scene. I felt my cock twitch. I was going to orgasm!

I heard her moans grow louder and felt her vagina contracting. She was very close. But so was I. I tried to fight it. I had to fight it. She moaned. She cooed. I failed. Her eyes closed, her mouth opened, and her head tilted back. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Her orgasm hit as my ball sack tightened, my pelvic muscles tensed, and despite all my efforts, my twitching cock sent a load up into Morgana's pulsating pussy. Did she feel it?

Morgana fell forward onto my chest, and my cock slipped out of her pussy. Her breasts pressed against me, and she lifted her head. "Phineas. Oh, Phineas. I want to keep you here forever. Please, don't do something stupid this time and get yourself killed."

 

[EmilyMiller]

I’m totally un-objective about A Good Woman, and this scene doesn’t really qualify as sex. But…

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"It's OK, little one. Let's give you a bath."

She got up, extending her hand for me to take. I shuffled across the bed and let her lead me into the adjoining room. She turned the water off and bent to test the temperature.

"Perfect. It's big enough for two. And the faucet is on the side, so we can both lie back. You first, Em."

Holding Amy's hand, I stepped into the warm water and sat down, hugging my knees. She joined me, her movements as graceful as always. The bath was quite full and, with the two of us in it, the water lapped just below her breasts. I so wished I had her breasts. She was only two sizes bigger than me, but their shape looked like it had been created by a master draftsman. Flowing arcs, swelling fullness, tipped with glass-cutter nipples.

"Still checking me out, sis. It's kinda embarrassing. Here, lay back and let me wash you."

I did as Amy requested. She located a washcloth, drizzled some gel on to it and soaped me from shoulder to wrist on both sides. She lifted each arm and it tickled as she washed my pits. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. Amy lathered my neck and moved to my chest. Rather than the washcloth, she massaged soap into each breast with her hands. I had missed her touch and felt my nipples harden as her fingers sent tingles through me. I sighed, feeling fuzzy, relaxed, and a little aroused.

"Stand up, angel, and turn round."

We both stood and I pulled my hair to one side allowing her to run the cloth over my back and then my butt. Amy slipped a soap-covered finger between my butt-cheeks, eliciting a soft moan from me.

"Have to clean everywhere, sis."

She crouched and washed the back of my legs. Then asked me to turn. Adding more gel, she rubbed round my stomach and down to my hairless mound. Then the front of each leg. Taking some gel onto her fingers. She cleaned my vulva, careful not to get the foam inside me. I wanted her fingers in my vagina, soapy or not. But just bit my bottom lip and let her continue.

"Sit down, we mustn't forget your feet, Em."

I sat and let her extend one leg at a time. Dragging her fingers between my toes. Massaging my soles.

Then she rinsed the soap off, using cupped hands, using the wrung out washcloth. Splashing warm water. Making me feel cared for.

"Good. Now how about you wash your own face? That might be a bit tricky. Then I'll wash your hair."

She handed me a tube of face wash and I rubbed a little around my cheeks and chin and forehead, before splashing it off.

"Perfect, now your hair. Sit facing the other way, angel."

With my back to her, I heard Amy cup water in her hands and let it trickle over my head. The warmth was soothing. She did it again, and again. Leaning past me, Amy grabbed a shampoo bottle that she must have taken from the shower. I heard the cap click open and then shut again. I closed my eyes. Partly as water was now dripping down my face, partly the better to embrace Amy's tenderness.

She worked the shampoo into my hair, massaging my scalp. Dragging the bubbles down to my tips. Scrunching my hair into a ball, then letting in fall. Again she filled her hands and rinsed away the soap. Again and again. Each little flood of water wiping a little of my trauma away.

"I couldn't find any conditioner, Em."

"Sorry, I'd finished a bottle. There's a new one on the shelf above you."

I heard water moving and the vibration of her feet through the tub. She sat down again and a small wave surged past me and lapped my end of the bath. Then she massaged my head again, covering my hair in the cream, filling my nose with the scent of coconut. She rinsed me. The warm water bathing my shoulders, trickling down my back and over my breasts. Finally satisfied, she spoke.

"There. Much better. Though I probably should have run a comb through while you had the conditioner on your hair. Tomorrow maybe."

I looked at her over my shoulder.

"Thanks, Ames. You are making me feel human again."

"Good. Now go towel off and dry your hair. I won't be more than ten minutes."

"Don't you want me to...?"

"Another day, sis. Let's focus on you right now."

 

[EmilyMiller]

For Some Reason, I Think of Home (Starts at the bottom of page 1 and continues onto page 2)

The warmth of his lips on mine in the graveyard sent my head spinning. I don't even know if I kissed him back right away because I was too busy staring at him and trying to work out what he was doing. He pulled me closer and I tensed up.

His lips pulled back and he brushed his thumb across my cheek, rogue tears, rain, or a mix of the two I wasn't sure, but he wiped the moisture from beneath each eye before he ran his hands down over my hips. With another kiss, his hands slid up my back. Then his lips found their way to my ear, "Forgive me?"

"I don't want to."

His thumbs curved under my jaw and his fingertips laced behind my head, holding my head still, "Can I earn it?" He smiled as he pressed his lips to mine again, not giving me a chance to respond or process what was happening.

My hands wrapped around his forearms and I'm certain I returned that kiss as my grip on him tightened.

In another flash of lightning, he was guiding me to the ground between an open grave and a filled one. His hands warmed my skin as they gripped me. Nate's lips grazed my jaw and I tipped my head back a little, inviting his lips to my neck. My hand held him to me as he bit down, evoking a soft moan from me while my fingers slid up the back of his neck and into his hair.

My cheeks flushed as his hand slid under my shirt and I drew in a deep breath but couldn't force myself to release it. His hand slid up my stomach and along my side. Some part of me thought this was him trying to make amends to me, to earn my forgiveness for leaving me for who knows how long, all alone in a dangerous storm. But, once the night was over and a new day dawned, we'd both pretend it never happened because we had to.

Another part of me thought it was a trick. Somewhere off to the side, his friends were recording this and he would stop after undressing me. Then he'd start belittling me and making fun of me while they recorded it. My stomach tensed at the thought and I looked around us, but only saw faintly illuminated darkness and shadows.

His teeth dragged along the side of my neck and one hand slid beneath my bra, his palm caressed the swell of my breast. His breath became heavy near my ear as another flash of lightning illuminated the scene and I caught a glimpse of him.

He appeared lost in his actions. His eyes partially opened, his lips tipped in a faint smile and his gaze locked on my face. I was certain the only time he could see more than a faint grayed-out shading of my body was when the lightning flashed and the sky brightened for a moment.

I bit my lower lip and finally released that breath I held. My hand lay on the back of his neck, caressing him as he closed his lips against the sensitive spot he'd found in the curve of my neck and shoulder. His hand groped my breast, my nipple firm as his fingers slid around it. My eyes closed and a moan escaped me, causing him to smile and bring his lips beside my ear, "Do you forgive me yet?"

My voice quavered, "No," a breathy release as he kissed my jaw in front of my ear.

The rain didn't feel as cold as it had. It felt like my body temperature might've been causing it to evaporate as soon as it hit my skin, though I knew that wasn't the case. It was simply the illusion of the building lust between us, and lust was all it was. It couldn't be anything else. Nate lifted my shirt, exposing my bra but didn't move to take either off. His lips connected with the skin above the lace which secured my breasts from his view, though one of his hands had part of the lace covering lifted and one breast gripped in his palm.

My hand was on his cheek as he lifted his head, lightning flashed in the distance and the smear of rust-toned mud from my hand along his skin made my heart skip a beat. His thumb stroked along my lower lip, pressing the tip of it between my lips in a slight gesture that sent me reeling with desire. I believe he knew he was doing exactly what I wanted as my hands rubbed over the backs of his and he dared to smile at me in another quick burst of bright light

Didn't he know I was mad at him? Why'd he have to be so fucking appealing when I was trying to be mad at him?

His lips came down on mine again and I moaned, parting them for him and accepting the way his hand held my head to the side so he could kiss me harder. As his kiss deepened, his other hand slid down my body, unfastened my jeans, and attempted to pull them down, but failed.

He managed to get them down an inch or two at most. A moan of his own sounded between us as he slid his hand into my panties as my hand slid up his inner thigh. I gasped and spread my legs as he caressed me while deepening the connection between our lips, letting his tongue press to mine before withdrawing and encouraging me to chase him if I wanted more.

And I wanted more.

I think he knew, as his fingertips slipped against me with ease courtesy the ample lubrication he found waiting for him. My own hand found purchase on something responsive beneath the fabric of his jeans as I caressed him.

favor of deeper penetration.

I was so close to another orgasm with him. I'd never gotten there from penetration only before and I was struggling with the building need for release. My movements seemed to frustrate him as he grabbed my lower back and hips and turned over with me, pinning me to the ground as I arched. He pulled out of me and guided me a little further, onto my hands and knees in front of him as I pouted at the sudden emptiness.

My hand reached beneath us and I guided him back into me as his hips thrust much harder and faster. He leaned over my back, one hand on the ground and the other grasped across my chest.

The heavy panting of his breathing against my ear made me smile, but it was his, "Fuck. Why did you have to feel so fucking good?" followed by a sharp bite to the delicate curve of my neck and shoulder as he thrust hard into the front wall of my pussy that made my body tense and contract on his dick.

I glanced over my shoulder and pushed my hips back to him as he grunted and thrust with shuddering breaths. I lifted my upper body and his by sitting up on my knees. His hands moved to my hips, slower deeper thrusts of his body to mine made me whimper as my hands slid over the back of his and our fingers intertwined.

His body hesitated and I believe he had every intention of pulling out until I turned my upper body enough to press my lips to his while I squeezed his hands on my hips. I felt him shiver as I pulled my lips from his. Lightning flashed and for a second we were looking into each other's eyes. He groaned before whispering, "Fuck it," as his lips pressed to my cheek, his hands tightened on my hips and his dick pushed deeper.

We stayed there, linked for a moment, his lips maneuvering back to mine while his dick softened inside me. I let go of his hands as I turned to face forward again. I could feel his heart racing through my back while his fingers rubbed my hip. His lips were beside my ear, his cheek pressed just behind it, "Forgive me yet, Mandy?"

I nodded and he kissed the side of my neck, "Thank you," he whispered.

With reluctance, he pulled free of me and turned me to face him. He attempted to wipe some of the mud from my face, but his hands were as coated in mud as mine. The gesture only caused him to smear more along my cheek and neck before he gave up.

We both stood up and helped each other straighten our clothes. The storm still raged around us and I looked down as he walked me toward his car, My once blue jeans were stained a rusty tone and mud worked its way into the fibers. My hair, my shirt, my feet and hands... I was covered in various layers of the red-clay mud.

Did a bit get lost on the middle, hun?

Em

 

[TxRad]

The last scene in Blind Man's Bluff

 

[Winter_Fare]

Twin sisters

"Put out the light, sister. Lie with me."

I put another thick log on the fire, then lay back on the hearthrug. I didn't want to rush her, or make her nervous, so I said nothing, but I needed her forbidden kisses.

Claudia began unfastening my boots, her impatient fingers already exploring my thighs. She wrinkled her nose as she cast the boots aside. "Now I know it's not a stupid dream," she teased.

I shot her a look.

"What?" she said with an innocent giggle. She rolled down my stocking and kissed the top of my foot, I flinched as the softness of her lips tickled, "They smell like roses."

I pulled my dress down with indecent haste, "Here, for god's sake, kiss me!" The hearth threw out a lot of heat but my nipples stood hard as ever. I drew them out between my fingers, and Claudia's eyes widened in delight.

She crawled up my body, drawing my skirts with her as she went, her fingers came to rest against my mound as her mouth stopped a breath from my nipple. She met my eyes as she drew me into her mouth.

I almost forgot to breathe as she teased between my lower lips to find my clit, her other hand found mine and our fingers entwined. I said her name, her beautiful name, my Claudia, my lover. Her tongue circled my teat, the maddening heat of it, the loving softness of it!

"Oh don't tease me…" I whimpered. She suckled harder, I felt her teeth graze against my skin as she drew my little breast deeper, as deep as it could stretch. I pinched the other, gouged my nail hard enough to hurt.

Her fingers slid back and forth against my sex, I was sodden with the remains of Nathan's slick come. Claudia let my breast go with a wet pop. "You're soaked!" she laughed, sinking three fingers inside me as I moaned in protest.

"Don't stop!" I begged.

"You're hurting yourself."

I let go of my bruised nipple, suddenly self conscious.

"Please…" I breathed, "I need it harder, I need it all…"

Her fingers played back and forth in the mess between my legs, and that was the closest I came to ashamed of myself. The feeling was fleeting. She let her fingers slide deeper inside me. I grabbed the rug in both fists and lifted my hips to welcome her invasion, wide eyed as she forced her knuckles against my slick resistance

I gasped as I felt her sink up to her wrist, her eyes sparkled with delight.

I couldn't speak, the stretch was intense as she nudged into me but there was no pain. That brought a tear to my eye, I threw my head back and despaired at what my desire had become. I couldn't find the courage to tell her to hurt me, not after everything she'd suffered. Claudia lay her head on my belly, made her thrusts slower, firmer. I could have screamed my frustration to heaven. Instead I drew it inside myself, made it an unholy silent prayer.

We always fit together, now the two of us curled into the space of one. I pulled her closer, played my fingers through her hair. "I want to kiss you," I murmured, "need to… need to…"

She uncurled her hand so gently, my cunt kissed her fingers as she withdrew. Then I kissed her lips, loving, demanding, my hunger answering her own. She touched my face with her slick fingers. Impatiently I dragged her skirts up, and the smallest quiver of her lip gave me pause. "May I? Please?" I asked.

"J… just go slow please. I want you, I'm just…"

I pictured her on the brothel table, helpless to stop any stranger from touching her cunt. I knew killing Radu wouldn't be enough. I wanted to see Gerta's sneering face in tears, I wanted Stojan flayed, I wanted… but it wasn't me at all, was it? I forced myself to breathe, to be calm. It was this blood.

"How do you dream of me?" I asked.

She covered her face and laughed nervously, "Oh God, I don't know." She peeked at me from between her fingers. "I always wake up before this part. We have a secret little place together," she said. "And I go to get water, but you're there in the shallows, washing… touching yourself."

"Where anyone can see?" I scoffed.

She nodded. Her face was livid with embarrassment. "But there's only us. And we go into the deeper water together, and then…"

"And then you wake up horny?"

"Yeah. Mostly." Suddenly serious, she took her hand off her face. "And scared."

She'd left me. She'd laughed at me when I asked her to get me a job with her at Madame Gerta's place. I'd been easy prey for Enzo, cut adrift with no one, and it hurt to think about it. "I wish we'd stayed together from the start."

"How could we? Even if… you know. Remember Hollie and Ava?"

Two of our neighbors were found kissing in a hay barn. Ava joined an order, the Poor Clares I think? Hollie hanged herself. And no-one ever spoke their names again, even their mothers. Our love was an utter blasphemy, even compared to theirs, we could burn alive for this.

"You'd be better off without me," Claudia said, "but the longer I was away from you the more I hated myself for it and with Madame… after that…"

"There's no point worrying about that now love." I said. "You want me. You need this."

She nodded, sweet little half smile teasing me.

"Don't play innocent," I laughed. You just fisted my cunt."

"Oh no…" she whispered, "how can you just say that…"

"People heard my master beating me and raping my arse every damn night, but they'd have been just as offended as you if I spoke about it."

She stiffened in my arms.

I let my frustration get the better of me. "So which is worse? The sin or the word, 'cunt'?"

She flinched again.

I laughed, god help me. "Cunty fucking cunt cake with syrup on top?"

"Elizabeth!" She hissed, screwing up her face, trying not to laugh.

We are bound by reason, bound by propriety, and sometimes the only thing that can set us free is a firm hand.

I rolled her onto her back, straddling her waist and pulled her bodice down roughly. She reached for my hands and I caught her wrists, pinned them above her head. Our tits pressed together, I locked my arms as she struggled lightly and didn't give her an inch of freedom. She whimpered quietly, but there was desire in her eyes.

"I know just where you are," I breathed. "I know what you need."

Her veil was draped neatly over the arm of the old man's chair. I pulled the linen haphazardly onto the floor, it was her banded undercap, with its long cotton tails I needed. I wound the binds eagerly around both her wrists.

"Open your mouth?"

She did, her breath coming faster, her sweet teats plump as berries. I gave her the cap to hold between her teeth.

"I'll stop if you let it go," I cautioned. "Keep your mouth shut. Let me eat your cunt."

She opened her legs so wide her knees almost touched the floor and clasped her bound hands together. Her beautiful breasts caught between her elbows looked even more magnificent.

I'd sucked every cock at the King's Road checkpoint at least twice, but I'd never touched a woman's sex. Enzo had brutalised mine with his lessons in submission and suffering.

I have no idea where the gentleness in me came from. The desire to bind Claudia playfully, and soothe her trembling thighs with kisses. The need to roll my tongue between her plump pussy lips and taste the nectar of her lust, I was like a bee hovering at the honeysuckle, my hunger for her blossomed.

I lay beside her, my head at her hip, my arm reaching under her knee, I entered her with just my thumb but thrust deep and paused. I watched her blush, felt her relax, offering me all. Those plump petals blushed too, I felt the heat building on my fingers, felt the pulse quicken as they swelled. She moaned, frustrated as I waited, savoring the sight.

The fair hair on her sex grew dark with moisture. I leaned down and suckled her lips, tasting her for the first time. Her musk was sweet, heavy, like the linden blossom. I kissed her slick cunt, left her clit neglected as I delved for her honey, running my tongue into her alongside my thumb. I fucked my thumb gently in and out as I circled, tasting all her secret folds. Her hips lifted impatiently, and I pushed her back down, lifted my head to see her face.

"Be still," I said.

Her eyes were dreamy, unfocused. I watched her face as I switched my thumb for two fingers, lazily frigging into her in time with her breathing. I set my wet thumb on her clit, rubbing tiny circles and was rewarded with a gutteral little moan, her eyes snapped back into focus and she looked at me.

How easy she was for me, how responsive to my touch. I leaned in again and played the circles with my tongue, kissing and sucking her until her hips lifted again. She was ready. I sealed my mouth around her fat little bud, sucked harder as my tongue deviled away at it. My fingers curled up into her, harder, faster, until she came apart.

Low in her throat the wave began, and rose in pitch until she squealed into the fabric of her cap. Her fists pressed together, her thighs clamped against my head, and the taste of her cunt changed, I swear it, a rare spice in the heat of her passion.

"Oh!" she wailed, "Oh my god!" She caught my hair and thrust against my face and still she came.

Afterwards we lay there, half naked in the firelight. She held
me. I watched the shadows dance in the gloom, listened to Lugoz snoring, and felt Claudia relax into exhausted sleep

Debtor's War part 3

 

[AchtungNight]

I try to make every sex scene a little different. I do write lengthy ones, so I won’t post anything detailed. Context is important also. Here are a few that please me in particular (links by each)-

- Scarlett’s dressing room jump of Keira in “Fear, Lust, & Vanity”. https://www.literotica.com/s/fear-lust-and-vanity

- Keri’s epic fantasy self-love session in “Rendezvous 1”. https://www.literotica.com/s/the-rendezvous-ch-01-1

- The orgies in “Closer Than Six Degrees” ( https://www.literotica.com/s/closer-than-six-degrees ) & “Beijing Streakers” ( https://www.literotica.com/s/the-beijing-streakers )

- The hotel room hookup in “Passion 2”. https://www.literotica.com/s/passion-of-erika-christensen-ch-02

- Lisa’s bossy seductions in “Ruleskirter” & “I Want You”. Both times her need for control causes her to be in charge of the situation and even though the other person may have issues or started things off in the first place, they must give in.
https://www.literotica.com/s/ruleskirter
https://www.literotica.com/s/i-want-you-59

- The tender Paladin & Redeemed Demon love affair in the Pathfinder story.
https://www.literotica.com/s/pathfinder-union-of-the-righteous

Many of these are my first something scenes. First ever detailed graphic scene, first masturbation, first anal, first dirty tail trick, etc. Others just have characters that are important to me. You can read the stories you fancy for details.

 

[WyreBendr0417]

Don't know if it's my best, but I enjoyed writing it along with the rest of the story.

https://literotica.com/s/scratching-an-itch-10


Jonathan used a steel hook to open the heavy incinerator doors, feeling waves of searing heat radiate from them. He began tossing in two books at a time, watching as they began to blacken from the heat. Though surrounded by other burning refuse, the density of the thick books caused them to burn slower than the rest. The heat increased immensely, making Jonathan step back a couple of feet as he became mesmerized by the rising fury of flames.

As he watched the well contained inferno, Jonathan was suddenly seized from behind by two slender arms clad in white, and hands in smooth, skin-tight black gloves. One hand firmly clutched his throat, pulling him awkwardly back, while the other cupped his crotch, massaging it roughly.

"Be careful Jonathan, I told you it can get quite hot down here," came a loud, lusty whisper.

"Fuck, Ravin! You scared the shit out of me."

"Like to play games during school hours do you? Well now it's my turn to play. Take your shorts off, Jonathan. I'm not fucking around so I suggest you don't make me tell you again!"

Jonathan tried to do as he was told but Ravin's grip tightened around his throat, choking off his air.

"I, I can't hardly reach...," he gasped.

"Do it Jonathan! Bare your cock before this fire. I want you to cum as hard as I did in my study hall period. My pussy still drools because of what you did you me, and now it's time to pay the piper. Release that hound, Motherfucker, or I will choke you out and fuck you while you slumber!"

Jonathan's heart raced as he struggled to pull his shorts off, choking and coughing in his mistress's firm grip. His cock was at full attention as he struggled to release it. Miss Bledsoe's commanding voice and rough treatment excited him like he'd never been before. Once exposed, his cock was bathed in the shimmering heat of the incinerator, tempering it like a lance as Ravin's fingers squeezed and stroked its length, causing him to hump involuntarily as dogs will often do.

"That's it my pet, hump teacher's hand. Picture my luscious hot pussy wrapped around this thick stick of yours and fuck me. Fuck me till you cum all over."

Ravin sensually licked his earlobe then held it between her teeth, scraping it as she pulled away. Jonathan's hips pumped faster as he fucked her hand, wanting to cum as ordered. Ravin gripped his cock tighter, squeezing and pulling at it, listening to him grunt with each stroke. She felt a power surge through her as she 'punished' her sub for what he'd done to her over the course of the day. Ultimately she wanted to feel his cock pulsing in her grip as his semen erupted into the dry, hot air.

"Ohh, Miss Bledsoe. It's so fuckin hot. I can't take much more, I can't."

Ravin let go of his cock long enough to reach under her skirt and finger herself, then pushed her slippery digits into his mouth.

"From my lips to yours, Pet, taste teacher's pussy. Suck the nectar from my fingers."

Jonathan eagerly did as he was told. Ravin's scent and flavor dizzying him even more.

"Now spit Jonathan, spit on my hand!"

Ravin followed with a glob of her own, then rubbed it all around his rigid cock, stroking him as his knees nearly buckled.

"Aw fuck I'm cumming, ohh, Jesus, fucking..., ohh, ohh, ohh!"

Miss Bledsoe released his throat and dropped her hand to massage Jonathan's tight sack as shot after shot of his thick cum squirted into the blaze before them, sizzling and crackling as it splashed upon the hot steel. Ravin continued pumping her hand until the last few dribbles ran down her fist, calling her to lick it clean.

The incinerator wasn't the only thing searing hot. As soon as Ravin released her grip on him, Jonathan turned and pushed her hard against the sooty black wall and knelt between her legs, forcing her into a wide stance. He clawed at her skirt, scraping her legs as he pushed her skirt above the hip and plunged his face into her sopping cunt. Ravin reveled at the force with which he took her, handling her like his private little fuck-doll. Her breath faltered at the immediate and hungered intrusion of Jonathan's tongue in her smoldering chasm.

"Oh Jesus Christ, Baby! Eat my pussy!"

Ravin held her lab coat open, unwrapping her skirt and tossing it aside as she tried to watch Jonathan work his dizzying magic on her pussy. Her eyes failed her though, closing to mere slits as burning pleasure flowed to every nerve in her body. Her shoulders against the wall, Ravin thrust her hips forward grinding her pussy into Jonathan's tireless lips and tongue.

Before she could recover from his oral assault, Jonathan reached between her spread legs, clutching an ass cheek in each hand, and lifted her with him as he stood up. Ravin's legs were draped lazily over his forearms as he held her by the ass, pinning her to the soot black wall and thrust his spear into her waiting sheath, fucking her senseless.

Ravin wrapped her arms around Jonathan's neck, and forced her tongue into his mouth, grunting with every thrust laid into her. Her shoulders against the wall, she arched her back, thrusting her ass forward against his pile driving hips.

"Oh yes, Pet, drill my horny cunt! Goddamn you fuck me so good, Jonathan!"

Sweat poured from their bodies as they fucked each other with unrelenting lust, and a desire to please their better. If a score had been kept throughout the day, it would have been a draw as Miss Bledsoe and Jonathan traded their roles back and forth.

"Fuck Ravin, your pussy owns me! I'm not gonna last, I gotta cum!"

"Yes Jonathan, cum! Bang my pussy, cum in it, cum in my cunt..., bastard prick! Fuck, I'm cumming!

Jonathan slammed Ravin hard against the wall, pounding her harder and harder as orgasm took over his body, filling her with his second load in a matter of minutes. With her arms still around Jonathan's neck, Ravin screamed into his shoulder with every thunderous ripple of her climax. Their bodies appeared on autopilot as they continued humping one another until intensity waned with the ebbing pangs of satisfaction.

Overheated and spent, Jonathan still held Ravin, pinned against the wall as they leaned against one another, panting and sweating in the dry, choking heat of the incinerator room. Ravin's legs ached as he let her down easy to regain her footing. Ravin glanced at her watch seeing time had gotten away from them as it was nearly five-fifteen.

 

[AG31]

Well, my best sex scene is really my only sex scene, if that involves something other than impersonal masochism. It's the whole of my story Stairway to Heaven. It was quite a surprise to me when this fantasy appeared pretty much full blown. Hubby knows nothing about my erotic author hobby, but I did e-mail this to him. I think he liked it, but was mostly concerned that someone else would find it.

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"Oh!" he said when he walked in the front door. "Oh, hey!" he said delightedly as he surveyed her naked self.

She grinned enticingly. "Come out back. I've built something."

"Built something?"

"Yeah. Come on." She took him by the hand and led him to the back door of their charming vacation digs. The back garden was enclosed in a head high brick wall and was very private. There were rose bushes in bloom at the foot of the wall all the way around and in the center back was a small pool enclosed in a three or four foot high chain link fence.

"Where's your thing you built?" he asked, looking about in a puzzled fashion.

"Here." She led him back to the pool and pointed down at the edge of the fence to two small arrangements of oversized bricks. About two feet from each other they made little staircases, running alongside the fence. Each had three bricks at the base, then two bricks, then one. The tall flat sides faced each other. "Let me show you how it works. Stand against the fence between the little stairs." He complied. "Now let me get you naked too."

She was a few inches shorter than he. She could just rest her chin on his shoulder. And she did just that as she gave him a hug before she began unbuttoning his shirt. He started to help, but she said, "No, no. I want to do it." So he contented himself with running the hand that she wasn't removing from a sleeve through her hair.

When his shirt was gone she laid her cheek against his chest and rubbed it through the sparse thatch. She raked her knuckles through it appreciatively. Then she sank to the ground, relishing the cool of the spring grass and the way it tickled her cunt. It needed a mowing and was long and soft. She removed his shoes and socks, he balancing by placing a hand on her head. Next she reached up and proceeded to loosen his belt and pull down his zipper. He was fully erect, of course, and she had to pull the elastic of his underwear out to get it over the tip.

When he had stepped out of his remaining clothing she leaned over and, pulling her lips over her teeth, nibbled at the tendons on his feet. She loved his feet. She loved his muscles and slowly slid her hands over his calves. She loved the rough texture there and on his thighs. She loved the smooth feel of his ass and back and more rough texture on his belly and chest. She loved his face too. It had always struck her as handsome. She had risen on her knees and nestled her face against his sex. He took her face between his hands and caressed her with his thumbs. She needed to discharge some of her heightened arousal and took his prick in her teeth. She increased the pressure slowly until he uttered a sharp "Ahh!!" and tightened his grip. But he had a pleased smile on his face as he looked down at her. So she darted her tongue into the slit in affectionate acknowledgement.

Next she began to slowly slide her body up his until she was standing, pausing on the way up to cradle his genitals between her slightly-larger-than-hand-sized breasts. When he grasped those breasts she could feel a strong pulse between her legs.

He bent for a kiss and moved his tongue slowly across the roof of her mouth and around her tongue. Her vagina contracted, as did her thigh muscles. She remained motionless, savoring the feel of her body turning to water.

But her project was not complete. She put her feet onto the lowest of the small stairs. This spread her legs so that her cunt was open to the air. She could feel a slight breeze. It tickled her clitoris. She could stay there for quite a while, with her cheek against his and her arms around his neck. But there was more to do.

She stepped onto the second level. Now she could press his erection tightly between their bellies. He groaned and ran his hands down to her ass and gripped it forcefully.

Finally she slid slowly to the topmost step. Her clitoris pressed against his cock and her labia slid along the sides. She indulged herself and tormented him by sliding down and up several times. When she came to rest the tip of his cock was right at her clitoris. She tipped her hips forward just a bit and it slipped to the opening of her vagina. She tightened her arms around him, lifted her feet from the bricks and slowly slid down, her clitoris gratifyingly scraping his pubic hair, until he was inside her all the way to the base of his cock. Warmth coursed through her body and she felt the beginning contractions of an orgasm, but she shifted a bit and it paused. He began to move his hips enough to pull out and in and out and in until they were both flooded in the same deluge.

 

[StillStunned]

Inspired by @madelinemasoch ’s thread.

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I know that many of you will say that it makes no sense to look at a sex scene in isolation, that the build up to it and the previous arcs of the characters make the scene meaningful. But… decoupling the sex from the context, is there a sex scene you have written that you are particularly fond / proud of?

If so, and assuming it’s not ninety paragraphs, please post the text here, together with a link to the story you have taken it from.

I’ll hold off on mine for the moment and wait to read yours instead.

Em

I'd just like to say what a brilliant idea this is for a thread. Reading other writers' sex scenes here is interesting, precisely because they're in isolation. You can see what other writers are doing, and steal draw inspiration from their words and phrasing. I'm sure this will help me keep my scenes fresh in future stories.

 

[EmilyMiller]

I'd just like to say what a brilliant idea this is for a thread. Reading other writers' sex scenes here is interesting, precisely because they're in isolation. You can see what other writers are doing, and steal draw inspiration from their words and phrasing. I'm sure this will help me keep my scenes fresh in future stories.

Thanks