Slit-mouthed Novels & Stories

she shouted, her voice cracking through the room, hips jerking hard. I smirked darkly and leaned further in, dragging my tongue flat and slow from the bottom of her slit all the way up, collecting every drop of her sweet, nasty juice mixed with the ice cream. She tasted fucking addictive, warm, tangy, mixed with the sweet taste of vanilla. I rolled my tongue deep, pushing it as far as I could into her tight hole, fucking her with it like a thick, wet cock.

The Mouth existed as a pure expression of hunger, and hunger did not respect geography. It was a perfect circle of absolute nothing, ringed with teeth made from the fossilized screams of seventeen dead universes. Each tooth was a civilization's final moment, compressed into enamel. The sound it produced was not a roar but a silence so aggressive it felt like being punched in the soul.

Straddling his face, I lowered my cum-leaking pussy onto his mouth. Even unconscious, his tongue swept out in weak, lazy strokes, licking along my slit and flicking softly over my swollen clit. I moaned and ground down harder, riding his face shamelessly. I rocked my hips back and forth, smearing my juices and his own cum all over his lips, chin, and silver-stubbled jaw. Harlan whimpered softly beneath me, the sound vibrating against my clit as his tongue continued its weak, helpless licking.

she smothered her laughter, ducking her head to hide her face. He chuckled and closed his hand around himself, squeezing from base to tip as he stroked. “Open your mouth.” A passing car swept golden light over them, casting their shadows lewdly over the walls as she opened her mouth. He fed her only the mushroomed tip, groaning as she began to suck and use her tongue to probe his slit. He controlled the motion with small thrusts, teasing himself by passing the rim of his head in and out of her lips and scraping the frenulum over her bottom teeth.

The firm muscle of his tongue presses one labia into the hard ridges at the roof of his mouth before he releases with a loud pop. Broad fingertips press into my folds and spread, until the soft flesh is pulled so wide open the hood of my slit pulls taut and draws the button it hides into the open. The tip of my clit pokes forward, nearly purple and shiny with spit and girl juice. His groan is deep and long, the vibrations rumbling through his chest into my thighs where they’re trapped between his biceps and torso.

Along his back, a spinal ridge glowed a shifting kaleidoscope of colors. Bob grinned, flashing rows of teeth. “Lookin’ good, Carolyn. Betcha kick Michelle Kwan’s ass any day.” She scowled. “Piss off, Bob.” Bob spread his hands. “Aw, come on. Don’ be mad. The spell worked, didn’ it? Got what ya wanted, a big ole’ wet one, right on the lips!” A leer stretched his rubbery face. “Didja get any tongue?” “Bob!” She kicked the ice. “Not cool!”

Soon she screamed his name as she came into his mouth. He licked her clean and watched as she came down from her high before flipping her over and entering her slowly from behind as Kieran shoved his cock in her mouth. She felf that there was pain when he entered her but it was soon forgotten when all the sparks flew as the two men did things to her, she never thought possible. Austin felt her tense and he knew that he was about to cum and he withdrew his cock.

Then, Adel said, "He… he is my mate." Adel stood there with her dainty fingers covering her mouth and her mate in front of her, in a surprised but wondering smile. The moment their eyes had made contact, he had run straight for her. The male had light blonde hair and brown eyes, which seemed familiar to me. But where had I seen them?

The cool sea breeze kissed their overheated skin, heightening the contrast. Sofia slipped beneath, her warm, eager tongue flicking Isabella’s clit while Marcus pounded. The overload shattered her. Isabella came violently — her pussy spasming hard, powerful jets of hot girl-cum gushing across Sofia’s face and the cushions with wet splattering sounds, her screams echoing through the villa.

A flirtatious smile played at the corner of my mouth. He gripped my ponytail and tilted my head as he shoved his manhood into my mouth and made me suck on it. I sucked hard and licked every drop that came out of it. His balls dangled under my jaw. “Umm.. Urrr,” I let out a moan but it was muffled in my lungs. Chris didn’t stop. He dug his manhood into my throat and that caused my breasts to bounce. He held one, fondling it softly as he continued.