Dripping Wet Novels & Stories

At once. Hot release floods me—down my throat, filling my cunt, stuffing my ass. Cum spurts over my tits, across my face, pooling in my palm, dripping down my tongue. I’m overflowing, drowning in them. I gag and swallow, my body shaking, orgasms tearing through me again and again. Cum gushes out of me in messy streams, slicking my thighs, painting my skin, dripping from my lips. ****** My legs wobble as I climb the stairs. My body is dripping, aching, stretched in ways that’ll keep me sore for days. Cum leaks down my thighs, cooling against my skin, but I don’t care. I’m smiling.

crack “You weren’t what? Enjoying yourself in my wife’s gown? Stealing from her closet? Making yourself wet in my bed?” Tears pricked my eyes. But my body betrayed me, pressing back into his hand, begging silently for more. “Filthy little maid,” he rasped. His fingers slipped between my thighs now, finding the slick proof of my guilt. He groaned, low and guttural. “God, you’re soaked.” I whimpered, shamed by the sound of his fingers gliding through me, wetter with every stroke.

The wet, *plap-plap-plap* sounds filled the office. Sophie sobbed loudly into the cushion, tears soaking the leather as her body was rocked forward with each brutal thrust. Her young ass jiggled beautifully every time his hips slammed against her. Alexander reached forward and wrapped her long hair around his fist, yanking her head back so he could hear her cries better. “Fuck, your pussy is gripping me like a vice,” he groaned. “Even when you’re crying, you’re getting wetter for me.”

I’ve given Nanetta enough wins over the last few days while dating Duke that I’m more than willing to let Sarah take over this time, damn the consequences. “Excuse me,” I say in my sweetest belle accent, stepping up to the desk and confronting the walrus-man, “but perhaps I can explain this situation to you better. You see that stuff coming down from the sky out there? That’s called ‘rain.’ Rain is made of water. Water is wet. So rain makes things wet. Therefore, even if this poor gentleman were able to send up someone to dry up your balcony for you, it would just get wet again by the time they were done. Do you understand, or should I use smaller words?”

Tap. He suddenly heard a sound of something dripping. He realized that the liquid is dropping on his shoulder. He jolted in horror, the red liquid continued dripping on the floor. Chris immediately realized that the sticky liquid is blood. He didn’t dare looking up or he would surely lose his mind. He raced forward, running as fast as he can to exit the corridor but the passage feels endless; Opposite of his hope which is evaporating the more he spends his time in that spiteful place.

The patter of the raindrops distracted Maria's attention from the rustling sound that came from behind the bushes. The sky poured out its resentment on earth and drenched the dry ground. The soil became muddy. Maria choked on her cries. She looked up at the sky while hesitantly holding out her palm and felt the cold water drip over her skin. In a daze, Maria had taken a step forward from under the tree, soaking herself under the drizzling rain. Her damp clothes are stuck on her body, outlining the curves inside, making them an almost see-through outfit.

I tried to think clearly, but my thoughts came sluggishly, like they were moving through mud. The dizziness. The nausea. The fever. They lined up in my mind, refusing to be ignored. I leaned my head back against the tub and stared at the ceiling, blinking slowly. My mouth felt dry. My body felt wrong, like it wasn’t responding the way it should. I reached for the flush handle weakly and rinsed the toilet, then wiped my mouth again with shaking hands. Even that small movement made me feel drained. I stayed on the floor longer than I meant to.

The rain continued to come down in sheets for hours, drenching them completely, save their waterproof backpacks. After the road Crit had pointed out to them became more dirt and grass than asphalt, splatters of mud from the impact of missile-like raindrops sent splashes of mud up their legs so that despite being drenched, Rain found herself coated in muck and mire.

“I want to pee.” Mom nodded. “Go ahead.” “Wait…” Mom stopped me in my track. “What’s that dampness on your skirt?” She asked, her eyes raking over me, suspiciously. Oh, no. Did Mommy find out. I gripped the edge of my skirt tightly. “I…wa—ter, Uhmm Da—da—ddy knows why,” I stuttered, turning to Daddy, blinking my eyes rapidly. “Ah, yes. She accidentally spilled water on herself. It’s her first time drinking, she might be tipsy.” Samuel muttered, looking at me.

Thick, white ropes of cum immediately begin to overflow from her pussy, dripping heavily down my sweatpants and puddling on the floor alongside her juices. I slowly slide her down the wall, my cock pulling out with a loud, wet pop. A massive, thick stream of mixed cum and squirt instantly gushes out of her stretched center, running down her inner thighs in thick, shiny rivers. Chloe sinks to her knees on the floor, her chest heaving rapidly as she looks up at me through her messy hair, her face completely flushed and a dark, wicked smile on her swollen lips. I look down at her, my softening cock still dripping a final drop of cum onto her collarbone.