Dry Humping Stories Novels & Stories

Just as I was about to blow, Brian pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his huge, thick cock. He shoved it in in one long, agonizingly perfect slide. My eyes rolled back into my head, my mouth hanging open in a silent scream as he began to slam into me, his weight crushing me into the mattress. Kade watched, his hand moving faster on his own dick. He loved fucking my tight little asshole, but seeing me get claimed by his buddies…seeing me used and shared like a common whore…was clearly giving him a whole new level of sick satisfaction. The other guy, Ken, didn't want to wait his turn. He walked over to Kade’s chair and dropped to his knees. He began to suck Kade’s dick like a profes

I squeezed the flesh in my hands even as her lips trailed over mine, words whispering across my face. I took her mouth then, done with the teasing. My hands clamped on her ass, pushing her firmer against my crotch. There were too many layers to get proper friction and I growled, wondering why I kept dry humping women these days. Unlike my feisty tigress, this one was entirely willing.

I wasn’t sure how she would react, and fuck am I pleasantly surprised with her reaction. She licked her lips, and the little tease rolled her hips, grinding herself on my crotch. I groaned, tightening my hold on her lips. “Fuck…Cass. You realize I’m going to go home and jerk off thinking about you riding my cock just like this.” I groaned. She rolled her eyes but smiled as she leaned over me, hips still grinding against me. And I can’t help myself. I’m thrusting up in time with her. Her lips find mine, and our kiss muffling moans. Fuck I haven’t enjoyed dry humping like this in a long time. All I can hope is that I don’t cum in my pants.

This time, his dic* was in contact with my pu*y from over the clothes. While he sucked my lips, his coc* grinded between my legs. His dry humping turned aggressive, and soon, he was thrusting on me over the top of our clothes so aggressively that I could feel my boobs go up and down and rub even harder against his chest. He had broken the kiss, his lips were barely touching my partially parted lips, and he would brush harder whenever he humped harder.

Too dangerous for my heart. I leaned down on him, my breath ghosting over his lips like a little tease. I kissed him softly, a gentle exploration that quickly deepened into something more urgent. I began to move my hips instinctively against his dick, and I could feel the tension in his muscles as his arms tightened on my waist. He groaned deeply, the illicit sound echoing through the confined space of the car. His hands moved, tracing the curve of my spine, pulling me closer, and grinding me against him. We were dry humping now, the friction building with each movement of my hips on him and this felt so fucking good. I humped him hard till he spilled his seeds into his pants. He heaved

One finger, then two, curling, stretching him until Dryann’s moan bounced off the tiled walls. “Fuck, Dan… don’t stop,” he gasped, stroking his own cock in desperate rhythm. Dan shoved in a third finger, twisting deep. “You’re dripping for me,” he growled, pulling his hand back just long enough to spit between Dryann’s cheeks and push it in with his fingers again. “Fuck yes,” Dryann cried out, body jerking with every thrust of Dan’s hand. But he wanted more. He spun, grabbed Dan by the shoulders, and pushed him back against the side of the tub. “My turn.”

Raymond hissed, his hands fisting in my hair to steady my head while he positioned himself. He drove in with a single, powerful lunge. I let out a muffled scream against Richard’s cock, my body jerking forward from the force of the impact. Raymond filled me completely, his massive size stretching my pussy to the absolute limit. It was a sensory overload—Richard’s thickness filling my mouth and throat, while Raymond’s aggressive weight hammered into me from behind, his hips meeting mine with a jarring, rhythmic force.

He kissed her like a man possessed, deep, filthy strokes of his tongue while his hips rolled up to meet hers in a slow, devastating rhythm. The dry humping was torture in the best way. Every roll of her hips sent sparks through her clit. Sandro’s grip tightened, controlling the pace, slowing her when she tried to go faster. His mouth moved to her neck, sucking over the fresh mark, then lower to the swell of her breasts. “You’re so fucking wet,” he murmured, one hand slipping between them to press the fabric of her gown against her core. “Grinding on me like you’re starving for it. Good girl.”

He wailed, a continuous, broken sound as his prostate was hammered over and over. “You’re gonna cum,” I told him, my own release coiling tight in my gut. “You’re gonna cream your stomach without even touching your dick, you desperate slut.” The words tipped him over. His back arched violently off the couch, his ass clamping down on my cock in rhythmic, milking pulses. Strands of white shot from his dick, splattering across his shirt, his throat, his chin. He convulsed, his hole spasming around me, the wet, hot clenches pushing me to the edge.

I’ve done my job when she lets out a tantalising moan that fills my mouth and makes a b-line for my cock. Her hands glide down my pecs and abs as if she is trying to visualise them in her mind as she grinds her pussy against my covered cock. I groan into our kiss, tightening my grip on her ass and urge her hips to move. I’m starting to think dry-humping is grossly underrated. Her arousal perfumes the air making my cock harder than steel and I groan into our kiss with more hunger and need than I’ve ever felt before.