Slippery T Novels & Stories

After eating, they all plop down in Adams' chair and watch some boring TV. Alice decides she wants to have a little more silly fun today. She stands up and says, "Okay, TV sucks. How about we get our suits on and do a little slip 'n slide while it's warm out?" Adam grins and looks at the same expression on Allie's face, then gets up, kisses Alice on the cheek, and replies, "Great idea, Mom." He hustles to his room to grab his trunks and heads back down, grabs some Cokes from the fridge, and heads right into the backyard, leaving the slider open. He gets the slide running, and just then, both women step from the house in their tiny bikinis.

“S-stop it, stop it . . . ” “ . . . there’s also Jenny Tillman. You know, the senior who wears the purple eye shadow an the short skirts all the boys like? She pretends she’s really dumb cause when she shows her smarts, her trailer-trash mommy beats her cause she’s worried Jenny is smarter than she is. Then there’s Billy Hopkins,” Bob counted each child’s name off his blue, worm-like fingers, “the fat kid with the black hair an all the pimples? That kid watches way too much Internet porn for his own good.” Bob smirked, twirling a furry finger next to his ear. “He’s a sick puppy, Carolyn. Make sure you don’ bend over to pick up nuthin around him cause he’ll get an eyeful of yer a . . . ”

Here, too, the walls were open to the night, letting the softest of breezes into the expansive suite. Addison couldn’t seem to breathe deeply enough to take it all in. And again, still, all she wanted to do was dissolve into the tears she knew were waiting for her and cry herself dry. Cry until she couldn’t feel this anymore, whatever this was… Andrey and the dark and that touch, imprinted on her skin. Claiming her. With a smile, Frederic showed her the glass floor hidden away beneath a rug in the sitting area. “In the day,” he promised, “you will see many fish. Even turtles.”

It felt addictive, that friction building slow and intense, making me leak and ache bad. Roland flipped us again, reaching for the lube from the drawer beside the bed. "Still good?" he checked, eyes locked on mine the whole time. "Please," I begged, voice cracking bad. "Need you." He prepped me carefully, one finger circling then pushing in, gently scissoring while kissing me senseless. I rocked back on his hand, whining into his mouth. When he added a second finger, I moaned louder, legs trembling. He hit that spot, and stars burst behind my eyes. “There... right there.”

Nevaeh, now back on her feet, looked at me with an air of meekness and gently spoke, "Mag, please apologize to everyone. Don't make Dad any angrier. Ignoring her, I picked up a nearby wine glass, swirling its contents as I asked, "Dad, I'll ask you one last time. "Are you certain that your biological daughter, the sole heiress of the Saccone family, is Nevaeh and not me?" My persistence drew mocking laughter from the crowd. Right then, Don puffed out his chest and replied firmly, "Of course! How could I possibly mistake my own daughter?" Before his words even finished, I hurled the wine glass straight at his forehead, shattering it against him. I then turned and slapped Nevaeh across the fac

I paused for a second and lifted her legs over My shoulders. "Oh, fuck," she exclaimed, trembling as I pulled her closer. "Oh...fuck, fuck, fuck..." Her heels dug into my back, and one slipper came loose, falling with a thump on the soft area rug. I slipped a finger deep into her dripping pussy. I curled it, pressing it up and into the perfect spot to unravel her, finally making her cry.

I give him that look and he tries to hide the smile again. “Great job Felix. Let’s keep this moving. Selene are you ready?” “Yes, thank you.” I say through clenched teeth. Standing I smooth down my skirt. I walk trying to relax my body. I shuffle to my first note card in my hands. “The new ad for Slater Industries is a multi million dollar deal. They…” I look down changing the card and I feel the toy come to life. He cranks it up to a higher speed. I bite my lip to hold back the moan.

Then she slipped and fell back against me, pushing the tip of my dick through the extra warm depths of her pussy before I felt the tickle of her pubes again. My hands instinctively reached for her, finding her hips and pulling back against me to steady her. When she settled into place my dick was settled as well, its length running the length of her pussy, the head rubbing against her pubes and I suspected against her clit. "One more second and I'll be done, I'm so sorry. The floor is so slippery," she said. She didn't ask me to hold her steady but she also didn't ask me to let go, so I held her hips and held her in place against me.

Thumb swirling over the head on every upstroke, spreading the leaking pre-cum down the shaft. Theo whimpered, pushing back harder. The friction built like warm honey, thick and sweet. Every slide of Troy’s heavy cock sent sparks through him. He could feel the veins, the way Troy throbbed, the constant drip of pre-cum that kept everything so perfectly slick. “I want you inside me,” Theo confessed breathlessly. “Just the tip… please. I need to feel you stretch me.”

His touch swept across my skin gently, sending shivers through me. I was already feeling my s$x slightly slippery as his fingers went down there, adjusting my panties and touching it so smoothly and gently. I could feel two fingers go in. It was slow at first but after a while it went faster. I couldn’t help but moan, I could feel myself wet already as he slowly took off my panties and place his head between my thighs. I couldn’t help but squirt. He used his tongue to take in the fluid that was dripping off my s$x. They felt so slippery, and then went ahead to dip his dick in me.