Spit Swapping Novels & Stories

I said but Atlas just looked around as if something in the room was magically gonna explain this shit to me on his behalf. “Well get on with it!!!” I screamed getting annoyed. “It means that we’ll fuck and then I’ll bite your neck until I draw blood and mark you” Atlas said. His words made my eyes bulge out of my sockets. Fuck me! (Pun not intended)

Melvin crossed his arms and sneered as he watched me call for backup. "Oh, you're not calling the police today, but your lackeys? Cut the act. You came here to win me back, didn't you? "You're nothing but Jen's stand-in. You were so sweet when you slept with me back then. What turned you into such a shrew?" Before I could respond, a small figure suddenly darted forward. Finn, mimicking something he'd picked up, spat in my face.

Spit trailed down my chin, soaking my bra as I worked him, tongue swirling, hand pumping what I couldn't swallow. He thrust shallowly, fucking my face, grunts echoing off the mirrors. "Gonna cum—swallow it, yeah?" I nodded around him, sucking tighter. His cock swelled, then erupted, thick jets hitting my tongue, flooding my mouth. I gulped it down, savouring the bitter heat, milking him until he shuddered and pulled out, a string of cum connecting my lips to his tip.

Realizing that things were going south, she turned around to flee. Yet, she had only taken two steps when a massive volume of high-pressure water jets suddenly blasted out from the walls on both sides of the hallway. Mixed into the water jets were streaks of neon-green fluorescent powder and potent tear gas. Natalie coughed violently. "My eyes!" she shrieked. Blasted left and right by the pressure, she ended up sprawled miserably on the ground. Her makeup was entirely ruined, and the green fluorescent gunk made her look like a toxic toad.

Then I felt the warm, wet sound of him spitting right onto my asshole. The saliva landed hot and thick, sliding slowly down the cleft. He didn’t rush. He took his cock in one hand and used the swollen head to smear that spit around my entrance in lazy circles. The blunt tip pressed and rubbed over the tight rim, spreading the wetness, mixing it with the precum that kept leaking from him. Every slow drag made my hole twitch and flutter. He kept doing it, teasing the sensitive skin until I was shaking again, until I could feel the slick mess he was making.

However, there was no trace of Eva. Sliding down the glass, he sank to the floor in exhaustion. He pulled out his phone, scrolling through their old chat. At first, Eva had shared everything with him, but he had never replied. All he replied with was: [Stop bothering me.] Over time, their messages grew fewer and fewer. Now he typed again and again into the empty chat box. [Eva, where are you? I miss you so much.] Though the only thing he got in return was red exclamation marks.

“Swallow every drop, kid. Take your stepdad’s load right down that greedy throat.” Hot, thick spurts flooded my mouth and throat, so much I couldn’t swallow fast enough and some leaked out the corners of my lips, mixing with all the spit running down my chin. He kept thrusting through it, forcing his dick deeper while I choked and swallowed, tears pouring down my face from the intensity and the filthy taste filling me up. My own cock kept twitching with aftershocks, still leaking as he finally eased back enough for me to gasp a desperate breath around the head, cum and spit stringing from my swollen lips.

“That’s it, slut. Get it nice and wet.” I pulled off and dribbled a line of spit down his shaft. “Now stroke me while you slap it against your tongue.” Fuck, that was hot.

I thought maybe I'd imagined it. It wasn't until the baby shower that the truth hit me. Damian, trying to make it a big deal, threw a joint party with Caleb and Betty. That's when I saw their son—and he had the same birthmark on his arm. I knew right then. They'd swapped my baby for theirs, wanting their kid to have the life mine was supposed to. I wanted to scream, call them out right there. But Rick, my real son, looked so tiny and fragile next to Hugo. It crushed me. Then I noticed how Betty was looking at Damian, and I swallowed the anger.

My throat tightened as the head hit the back, and I gagged, spit bubbling out and dripping onto my chin. Damon stepped closer, his cock thick and leaking. He slapped it against my cheek, against my lips while I sucked Jake. “She’s drooling already,” he muttered, smearing precum across my mouth. “Switch.” Jake pulled out with a wet pop, strands of spit stretching between us, my lips were swollen and slick, but I didn’t even pause, I turned and swallowed Damon’s cock down, groaning as he shoved in deep, his size hitting harder against my throat.