All Chapters of Dripping W🌺t Desires {An erotica collection}: Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

Five The first glob landed on my tongue, another my eyes. I opened my mouth wider receiving all he had to offer.“Thank you, Father,” I muttered, cleaning the last drop of semen with my tongue.“Enough,” he gasped, pulling himself from my face.He hauled me to my feet, turning me roughly to face the confessional wall. He pushed my robe off my shoulders. It pooled at my feet, leaving me utterly bare but for the rosary still dangling between my small breasts. His hands covered them, his thumbs rubbing my hard nipples in rough, possessive circles. The contrast of his calloused palms on my sensitive skin made me cry out.“You've been dreaming about this?” he asked, pulling my shin up to meet his eyes.“Yes,” I gasped as his thumb circled my nipple.“What did you dream? Tell me.”“I dreamed... you'd suck them. Hard. That you'd bite them a little. That you'd make me cry out.” My tongue kept spilling every dirty fantasy I’d harbored. “That you'd then push me down, rip my robe off and just

“Are you okay?” Jace repeated, his fingers moving in and out in slow motion. “Should, I adjust my pace?”“Yes… I’m okay,” she said. She couldn’t believe she was being fingered by her step brother with her parents only inches away.“We could stop in an hour, so you lots can stretch your legs,” mom added.She mouthed “uh hm…yeah,” her brother’s fingers were moving in and out of her pussy now as she answered her parents. She was so turned on. The sound squelch squelch of wet pussy was subtle.“That’s more like it,” Jace muttered against her ear.Jace’s finger found the perfect rhythm… her pussy making a slurp sound as more and more juices seeped out of her soaking cunt. She had to bite her lips to stop herself from moaning… still she wanted more, needed more.Amber didn’t realize when she reached his hand, pushing his fingers deeper. He seemed to get the idea and sank his fingers as deep as he could get… spreading her labia, stroking her clit with the other hand.“You nerdy slut,” he whi

“Deep throat that fucking monster, whore,” Kareem whispered in my ear, his fingers digging into my asscheeks, spreading me wide. “I’m gonna fill this tight little ass.”I took Malik deeper, my throat convulsing as he pushed past my gag reflex. Tears sprang to my eyes. At the same time, Kareem pushed forward, a slow, burning, impossible stretch as his thick cockhead breached my asshole. I screamed, the sound muffled around Malik’s shaft. The pain was blinding, a white-hot spear of it tearing me in two. I shook, the chains on my nipples jangling wildly.Then Malik started to fuck my face in earnest, pulling his hips back and then driving his cock down my throat in a brutal rhythm, pushing past my gag reflex. Kareem matched him, his thrusts into my ass slower, deeper, each one stretching my inner walls to a breathtaking ache. The pain began to blur, to melt, transforming into a deep, resonant fullness that vibrated through my entire body. The clamps on my nipples pinched and pulled with

Daddy kissed me on my forehead.“No, on the lips,” I said.“It’s not right cupcake, you’re a grown woman.”Why wouldn’t Daddy kiss me on the lips? Should I just do it myself? I don’t know why my bottom was still getting wetter. Perhaps I should take my panties off and let the cold air dry the wetness on my bottom.I stood up suddenly.“What are you doing?” Daddy asked.I didn’t answer instead I reached the waist band of my panties and took it off. Then I sat back on his legs, lifting my cloth up slowly. “Cupcake, what’s wrong, was something making you uncomfortable?”Daddy didn’t notice me taking it off, somehow it made me feel bad. I didn’t know why but I felt like grinding my naked bottom on his leg. I was starting to ache a lot.“Daddy, can I play with your leg?” “I don’t understand you, what kind of play and can’t it wait until we are out.”“Daddy please…”“Okay, Emily.”I smiled brightly even if he couldn’t see. I started grinding my bottom on Dad’s leg. “Uhm… It feels good.”“