Novel & Cerita Clean Funny Stories

Everything in me let loose at the same time I felt his thick cum fill my insides. He slid out of me, my legs became wobbly as he dropped the one he was holding to the ground but he managed to hold me up. "Shower sex remains my best." I mumbled. "Mine too." He agreed without hesitation. "Right, Lucain, I forgot to tell you." I spoke up, craning my neck to look at him. "What is that?" He asked. "I need to go to the hospital." I answered. "Do you think you still have the flu?" He asked.

I managed to ask. "I saw you at the club on the day of the party, I noticed you didn't want a dance with him. I'm in love with you Jasmine." I burst out laughing, in fact, I was angry with him. "You can attempt better jokes, I want to laugh out my intestines, go on." "I beg your pardon?" "You know, these fables are now very common and the good thing is, I have learned not to fall for them," I smiled at him to hurt him.

As Taylor, Castor, and Catalina lounged in their drunken stupor, they exchanged nonsensical stories and laughed uproariously. The night air was thick with laughter and the scent of alcohol as the trio of friends engaged in a spirited exchange. Their conversations flowed like a river, each story more outlandish than the last. Catalina, her laughter infectious, couldn't help but tease Taylor. "That's so fun, you sure you really did that darn thing?" Her voice rang out loud and merry, echoing in the warm night.

"Man, what did you just say?" The guy scoffs and repeats. "Stupid slut!" CJ laughs. "Please tell me it's me you called that." The guy scoffs. "It's your cheap whore right there..." "That's funny bro!" CJ laughs and the Indian guy joins in and now they are both laughing. "See you around bro..."

And neither of us says anything about it. Fred is in the middle of telling a ridiculous story about something that happened at work, and Stephanie is laughing so hard she nearly spills her drink. “Wait…wait…..so you’re telling me you actually told your boss that?” she gasps. “I had to!” Fred defends, pointing dramatically. “He deserved it!” “And you didn’t get fired?” Jason cuts in, clearly amused. “God loves me,” Fred says proudly. We all burst into laughter. Even Lucas. And I swear… I could sit there forever just listening to that sound.

Her moans turned into screams as the big knobby tip kept hitting her sensitive clit. "See that? Only a slut would make those dirty sounds, taking her dad's friend's cock between her legs!" "But it feels so good," She whined, reaching between her legs to press his cock deeper against her pussy. "Oh my god, Uncle Darrell, I think I'm gonna cum." "No," He hissed, smacking her pussy and stepping away from her. "Sluts do not get to cum until they're allowed to." "What?"

I'll just have to wipe it off. I felt her gloved fingers in my crack. She was wiping my cum off them all over my hole and crack. 'There we are. Doesn't that look good. The freshly fucked look.' She laughed. 'Not that realistic though I suppose. This arse looks too tight and pale to be freshly fucked. Maybe I should call my husband over and tell him it's his lucky night. He's always wanted to try anal. He could give you that raw gaping look. Ramming his cock into you while I paddle his arse.' I shuddered.

For the next few minutes, the conversation shifted to lighter topics. They told me funny stories about things that had happened around the house, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I actually laughed. Their stories were filled with small, humorous mishaps—like the time the gardener accidentally watered Mr. Dela Cruz's shoes or when a squirrel ran into the kitchen, causing panic among the staff. Their lively chatter made me forget, even if just for a little while, about all the chaos happening around me. It was like a brief escape, a reminder that life could still have moments of joy, even in the middle of a storm.

I bump it and can’t stop myself from completing the steps: spreading my fingers wide while making the explosion sound, then wiggling them down, side to side, and up to my lips for a chef’s kiss finish. “Yeah, that’s how we do it,” Quinton says, pursing his lips at me approvingly. I roll my eyes. “Whatever.” “I’ll bet you all of tonight’s money that you won’t do it,” Axl says. “Are we still talking about this?” I ask. Axl sits up and brushes his hands on his slacks. “You’ve got the body for it, and you said you needed money for the move, right?” “You checking me out, Axl?” I joke.

She pulled back, a grin spreading across her face. "Okay, enough with the sappy stuff before I break out in hives. Want to hear a joke?” I laughed shaking off the heaviness of the conversations "Sure hit me” She launched into a ridiculous story about a goose that somehow got stuck in a wedding cake and by the time she was done I was laughing so hard my sides hurt. Once the laughter died down we slipped into a more relaxed conversation. I told her about the explosion at the HQ. “Have you heard anything new about it?"