Squidward Thighs Novels & Stories

"Hi," she said, her green tail swishing in the water behind her. Theresa sighed in relief when she saw Maris, "I thought you'd never come." Maris folded her arms over each other on the grassy shore and placed her chin on it. "I always keep to my promise. Sorry, I'm late, I had to rescue a baby porpoise from the tentacles of a nuisance giant squid." Theresa's eyes brightened. "A giant squid? And you went unscathed?"

I swallowed hard, my thighs pressing together instinctively as arousal started to build, slickness gathering at my entrance, and I whispered back, “Yeah, Daddy, but it’s getting kinda warm under here—your leg’s right up against mine.” My words came out breathier than I intended, inviting him without saying it outright, and I watched his eyes darken, pupils dilating as he let his hand settle fully on my upper thigh, squeezing the muscle there gently, his thumb rubbing in slow circles that made my breath hitch.

She confesses sultrily. Gideon felt the familiar, heavy thrum in his loins. He stood up, the robe falling open to reveal his cock, already thickening and twitching with a life of its own. It was a raw, angry red in the morning light, the veins standing out in sharp relief against the skin. He didn't move toward the bed. Instead, he walked over to the dresser and pulled out a heavy, realistic silicone dildo—a thick, black beast of a toy that he’d kept for a moment exactly like this.

As it got a little awkward for me, I wanted to cover my breasts, but I couldn't. “Go on and touch them; just make sure you take your time to memorize every bit of them.” Thiago said, his hand running down my waist, “I like the waist and ass…” He smacked my ass again, making me jump a little. "It just reminds me I'm the man and puts me in the mood.” He explained, and Sheldon nodded as his hands ran down my boobs, looking so closely, probably memorizing like Thiago had taught him.

My legs are numb from the waist down, pins and needles crawling up my thighs whenever I try to shift. My hole—Jesus Christ, my hole—throbs with every heartbeat, swollen and raw and gaping open like it's forgotten how to close. I risk a glance down at myself. Mistake. Dried blood crusts the inside of my thighs. More of it smeared across my ass crack, dark and flaking. My hole is visible even in the dim light filtering through the curtains; red, puffy, obscene. He wrecked me. And I fucking loved it.

Freyr's free hand roamed over the transformation—gripping a biceps as it ballooned, veins snaking over the sudden swell, his forearm splitting into corded ridges. Tom's abs clenched, his core stacking into an iron-plated wall, every defined square pressing outward as his obliques knotted into brutal, gripping lines. Even his thighs trembled, quads surging against his pants until the seams groaned. The god smirked, watching Tom's jaw flex as he swallowed. "There. Now you won't break when he kicks."

His greedy hold of my thigh was causing my thong to constrict at my glistening core, I wanted him to take me right there but knowing Tobias he would seductively torture every crevice. His hand slowly moved up my bare thigh until his hand was beneath the material of my skirt, dangerously close to my thong and all I wanted was for him to tear the material away from my body and make me his as I screamed out his name. His thumb threaded through the material and I gasped excitedly letting my head fall backward.

My thighs quivered, muscles jumping from being held spread so long. My gaze dropped automatically to Trevor’s shorts. The fabric was tented obscenely, the thick outline of his cock straining so hard the head was clearly defined even through the material. He wasn’t longer than Uncle Kale, but fuck he was girthy. The shaft looked impossibly thick, veins standing out, the fat head flushed dark and already leaking enough to darken the cotton. I could already imagine how it would stretch my lips wide, how heavy it would feel on my tongue, how my jaw would ache trying to take him deep, how my throat would burn from the effort.

I knew this exercise would hurt my butt and thighs, but anything for my fitness. With every squat, I counted. I reached fifty reps. I planned three sets of fifty, so I continued. I lowered the weights to catch my breath, then lifted again and finished the second set, pausing once more. Kaiden glanced at me sharply. Curious, I followed his gaze. He was looking at a man. Is he gay? I thought he was checking out a woman, but it was a man. But why was he staring like he wanted to kill him?

The kind of body that made my fingers itch to touch. Then lower. The phone stopped at his hips. My breath caught hard in my throat. Through the soft fabric of his sweatpants, the thick, hard outline of his cock was impossible to miss. It lay heavy against his thigh, long and thick, the head pressing against the material in a way that made my stomach clench. He was huge. The shape of him was clear — the wide head, the thick shaft, the way it strained against the fabric like it was fighting to get free.