Lewd Noises Novels & Stories

the girl screamed. Leila didn’t wait to hear Mike’s response. Perhaps he was too busy with his tongue to answer anyway. She tiptoed down the hall, though with the ruckus coming from the office, it was likely she was to be overhead. She wondered if Zenia was always this loud and primal in her sexual exploits. Leila herself could get loud and had been known to howl at the peak of her climax a time or two. It was a bit embarrassing, but most of her partners were just hit it and quit it, happy to get a good lay and move on. She wasn’t in it for the long term and some of them she had never laid eyes on again afterwards anyway.

“Deeper... pound my cunt... yes... just like that... fuck me like a cheap slut... don’t you dare stop...” Layla reached the bedroom door. The moans were right there now, loud and messy. The unmistakable soundtrack of heavy, passionate fucking... skin slapping violently, the wet squelching sounds of a thick cock plunging in and out of a drenched pussy, grunts of intense effort from the man, and her mother begging shamelessly for more.

She let her leg run into my other raised leg, trapping our pussies together—the scissoring position. Her wet pussy glossed over mine with a sloppy sound. “Fuuuuccck,” we both moaned, eyes fixed on each other as we felt the overwhelming sensation flow through our bodies. With another rolling came more and more electrifying feeling all over me. I moaned so loudly with a crying face. Glock Glock.. The lewd, wet sounds of our pussies gliding and slapping together filled the room, obscene and loud enough to echo off the walls. “Oh my god,” I moaned loudly, voice breaking with raw need.

The obscene sound of his thick cock slamming into my dripping wet pussy echoed throughout the room. “Look at those tits bouncing for me,” Blake groaned, his eyes locked on my slicked wet pussy as he pounded on it. The loud “pa pa pa pa pa” slapping sounds grew even wetter and filthier. “You hear how wet this pussy is for me?” he growled, the lewd sounds making me blush and drip even more. “Shit… you feel so fucking good,” I moaned loudly as sweat began to form on my chest and forehead… and likewise that of Blake.

"Let's see those professional lips work. You were so loud on that video, Amber. Let's hear you make those same sounds for us while you choke on my dick. Gulp it down! Mmm-nnn-gh... that's it... choke on your perversion." The men's moans became louder, a deep, guttural soundtrack to the girls' muffled weeping. They were enjoying the power, the way the girls' jaws were stretched to the limit. The sound of wet friction—shuck, shuck, shuck—was the only thing Grace could hear over the pounding of her own heart.

The rest of the class followed my lead. Soon the room was filled with the sounds and smells of sex. Girls were fingering themselves, using vibrators and dildos, moaning openly. My legs grew weak, so I dropped into my chair, hiked up my dress, and spread my legs, rubbing my smooth, soaked pussy in front of everyone. That’s when I felt warm, wet lips press against my cunt and a soft tongue slide into my slit. "Lily," I gasped, "what are you doing to me?"

she whimpered, her voice carrying clearly across the theatre. The audience was captivated. Several men in the front rows shifted in their seats, their eyes locked on Lila. Her innocent face was flushed with arousal, cheeks pink and eyes half-closed in bliss. Her fingers moved faster, plunging deeper into her wet cúnt. The wet, squelching sounds of her masturbátion mixed with her rising moans, creating a symphony of pure lust.

“Spread your cheeks for me, baby. Show the whole street what belongs to me.” I reached back with shaky hands and pulled myself open. The air felt ice-cold against my exposed hole. “Two fingers in that pretty pussy, slowly. Let me watch them disappear.” I sank them in to the knuckle. The sound was obscene, echoing in the quiet apartment. I pumped slowly, exactly as ordered, my thighs already trembling from the position. A group of drunk guys on the sidewalk stopped dead, phones coming out. Jonah’s voice dropped to a growl. “Faster, fuck yourself like you did when you thought I was just pixels.”

Even under the spell of misty salacity that the man employed, her heart still acknowledged that she had been defiled. "Forgive me, Randall." Were the silent thoughts of Minerva as her pussy squeezed greedily unto the monstrous cock that sought to map the entirety of its slippery hole. "Plok Plok Plok!" was the sounds of flesh pounding on each other. The scent inside the room smelled of pussy juice as it flowed ever unceasingly unto the body of the man. "Ahhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh!" Minerva's moans were a seductive music to the ears of the man below her.

I didn’t answer, just crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the frame. “Is this some sort of new kink?” “I’m gonna ask you again. Which twin is the better fuck?” Kai looked back at the hole and crouched, leaning in so he could see through the hole. “Holy shit,” he whispered. There was muffled music coming from Lainey’s room, and when I focused on the sound, I realized there was intermittent moaning mixed with the music. “She’s finger-fucking herself,” Kai breathed out. My cock was unbearably hard.