Pucking Novels & Stories

“It’s not like you’re really touching me, right? It’s just through my panties.” His gaze flares hotter. “That’s right, my lady.” He roughly palms my pussy, pressing his fingers to my ass where the plug is and making me jump. “I’m not really touching you at all.” He pulses his hand, and I have to fight back a moan. “In fact…” Paxton reaches up and idly knocks the deck of cards onto the floor at my feet. “Well, fuck. Better pick these up.”

She began to move her hips in a circular motion, grinding my cóck into her hard button and whimpering in my ear. I continued to suck on her tîts, going from one to the other, but my legs were trembling and my cóck aching with desire to plunge inside her hot pûssy. "Keep sucking those tîts, baby." She whispered, "They have been waiting for you, and so has this pûssy." She raised her self higher so that my cóck was no longer touching her, "Put your hand down, there. Play with my hot, tight pûssy."

Liam teases her. She smiles but says nothing while setting the puck down. I suddenly get nervous at what she is planning to do. She closes her eyes and opens them, looking up at Liam who is leaned over the table with his hand on his mallet, having no idea this girl is about to pull some voodoo shit on his ass. She slowly forms and O with her lips and blows out gently, as if trying to blow a bubble and the puck shoots across the table and right into the goal Liams jaw drops for a split moment.

he demonstrated, his movements precise despite his bulky skates. Adrien chimed in, pointing at the leg pads. "These pads are your best friends. They'll absorb most of the impact, but you need to learn how to direct the puck safely away using them. It's about angling your legs at the right moment." "Puck control is key," Alec added, tightening a chest protector around me ironically. "When that puck hits you for the first time, it will be a shock, no denying that. But you'll get used to it. You might even start to like the adrenaline rush. It keeps you sharp, keeps you in the game."

"No wonder you're not partying with us. You've got yourself a sure thing, don't you? Who needs a cleat chaser when you've got a classy act like that all to yourself?" A locker slams in the background. "You're a dick, Shivel," I snap. "Just because I have plans with a woman doesn't mean I'm going to fuck her. I can have fun with more than my dick, ya know." "No," he says. "You can't. None of us can. Soccer and pussy. They're the only things we need."

When everyone was present, I said, "The last round has two sets of dice like the first round did. I will go last and may not participate at all depending on the time when everyone else finishes. We still have a poker game to get to tonight. The slave's dice will consist of to kiss, touch or fondle, lick or suck, bite, slap or spank, finger or stroke or rub your pussy or cock on face or neck, lips, chest or nipples, ass, pussy or cock and wildcard, which will be whatever the client desires. We're starting to get into pussy prick touching here. You'll also notice one of the categories includes spanking or slapping, which could include biting or slapping the face, lips, boobs, ass or pussy and

Then there’s this slap smack move where he whacks the puck so hard it ricochets off the wall, hmm, pretty sure it’s illegal to hit something that hard unless you’re trying to kill it. They line up, passing the puck in a perfect zigzag, what I call hot potato on ice, and Rhett never misses a beat. He spins, ducks, slides backward like skating the wrong way is no big deal, then charges forward with this fierce grace that makes the other guys look like they’re stuck in slow motion.

"Tight shíthole milks!" He pounds my pússy rough, yanks my hair back, my ass rips, pulls free gaping wink, slamming his penis forcefully into my pússy which movement causes displace fart bubbles. Cóck-fist swap endless: ass stretch cóck-bulge, pússy fist-pummel causing squirt fountain. Liquids roll down,his sweat drips on my waist, my cream running down my thighs like rivers, spit strands from earlier gag. "Switch again, bitch! Taste ass on díck?"

Left with a point to crown the Phoenix team winner of the game, Maverick took it upon himself to score the point. He skated towards a Runner player and grabbed the puck using his hockey stick. He skated past Liam and his team and made sure they couldn’t take the puck from his hold. Maverick made sure to control the puck with precision, and his speed, agility, and stickhandling skills were top-notch. Just before Liam could get the puck from his hold, Maverick hit the puck into the goal net, and immediately, the arena erupted with screams from enthusiastic Phoenix fans, while Runners fans’ shoulders slumped in disappointment.

I ask, twirling the puck on the blade of my stick. “Liam,” he answers, a little hesitant, like he’s not sure if he should be talking to me or just trying to steal the puck. I nod toward his grip. “You ever try a toe drag?” His brows furrow. “Yeah, but I suck at it.” I chuckle, tapping his stick with mine. “Then let’s fix that.” Shifting my weight, I guide the puck forward, showing him how to pull it back in one smooth motion, how to let the blade do the work instead of muscling through it. He watches, eyes locked onto my hands, his grip adjusting as he mimics the motion.