Marble Mouthed Novels & Stories

Mary Kinson snatched her neck hand, let go of her thumb, and tightly snapped her chin, forcing her to open her mouth. Jojo had been treated unfairly all day, and her frustrations and worries came forth in tears, her teeth clenched. Mary Kinson's eyes are slightly drooping, as well as a few filaments of cold, bitter light. Her mouth was pierced by the glass bottle. "Whoo... whoo..." Because the medicine in the glass bottle is powdered, it melted after being discolored by saliva, even though Jojo had her teeth clenched tightly.

Shit, I wanted to run my tongue all over that place. I noticed the dark marks on his right shoulder and that they reached down to his chest. But instead of a burn, it looked more like a birthmark. “Marky...” I breathed excited as I watched as he finished undressing and got into the hot tub and sat next to me. “Tell me, Livie.” he smirked as he pulled me towards him, leaning my back against his chest. “Marvelous body you built overnight.” He started to laugh and it didn't take long for me to join him.

They’re paws. Large. White. Covered in shimmering silver fur. My breath stutters. I try to scream, but what comes out instead is a low, animalistic whine. “No… no, no, no…” My voice echoes inside my head, but my mouth doesn’t move the way it should. Because I don’t have a mouth. I have a snout. Panic slams into me like a tidal wave. I twist, stumbling back—too fast, too strong. My body isn’t moving the way I expect it to. My legs feel longer. Lighter. Stronger.

Marcus’ hands are balled into fists at his sides, and I can feel his eyes on me now. I was confident sooner or later my pussy would fit him, that’s what it’s built to do, but my mouth is another matter. I’m not a python, I can’t unhinge my jaw and by the looks of this thing I may require that ability to achieve this. I don’t have a very big mouth. This was proven when Vitali and I competed over who could fit the most grapes in their mouth; he won of course, and now I think I know why. As my hands stroke him firmly I suck the tip of his dick and flick the slit with my tongue.

Adam had only seen women who either dressed like whores to attract him at parties, so they’ll become the most feared mafia’s wife or women who wanted to kill him. A boy in wheelchair approaches Mariah, her mom’s the one pushing it. He looks like he’s 8. Adam lowers the car’s window to hear their conversation. “Hey there, cutie! How have you been?” Mariah says with a big smile on her face. This is the first time Adam has seen her smile. She looks pretty when she smiles. Not only a smile is formed by her lips, but her eyes smile as well. “Hi, Dr.Mariah!” Her mom is the first one to speak and Mariah nods and she continues,

Letta could only grip Marco's shoulders tightly. She was even powerless to resist as Marco thoroughly indulged in playing with her. Letta felt Marco begin to slip his tongue into her mouth, entwining their tongues, feeling the warmth of his oral cavity and the strong sensation of Marco's advances. Letta could only close her eyes as Marco bit her lower lip and released it. Marco clearly observed how Letta's face flushed with the pain she endured.

She swallowed hard, jerking her head back and forth as she met Jerry’s quick punching jabs. Jerry’s balls rumbled as Grace massaged them. His dick throbbed as she sucked and chewed. His eyes bulged and his rubbery lips quivered and drooled as he fucked her hot sucking mouth with his ready-to-explode dick. “Cum,” Marika mumbled. Her eyes were bright with desire. “Cream Mommy’s mouth.” She moaned, her own pussy twitching for a dick. Grace jerked her head, her lips gliding along his dickshaft. She whipped her tongue over his pisser as he jerked back, then chewed as he fucked forward.

He kissed her, gently, apologetically. Beneath his mouth, Miria’s opened, the tip of her tongue teasing along the margin of his lips, and when they parted, darted in to scrape along the base of his central incisors. The work stress lingering in his shoulders unbunched instantaneously and absolutely, and Marcus was mentally rearranging his priorities with the taste of her sweet mouth beaconing to his, the feel of her slim body pressed close.

Kat opened her mouth to explain, but she barely strung a coherent description when she saw what was at the end of the hallway they were in. The portal. Carved into the marble was an opening, a rough arch composed of shiny black stones so jaggy and pointed that it gave the passage the look of a yawning mouth with rocks for teeth. In the middle of the black void it opened to was a small circle of blue light, the only indication of anything promising beyond. This in itself was eerie enough for Kat, but what made her stomach lurch was that the gate kept shifting in and out of view. And this time, she wasn’t the only one seeing it.

Marcus stroked his thick cock fast a few times right in front of my face and let out a deep groan as he came. Thick, hot ropes of cum shot straight into my open mouth. The first powerful spurt hit the back of my throat, making me flinch. Load after load kept coming, filling my mouth quickly. The taste was strong, salty, bitter, and slightly musky. It was thick and warm, coating my tongue completely. Some of it overflowed from the corners of my lips and ran down my chin in sticky white trails. “Swallow it all,” Marcus ordered, his voice deep and commanding.