Stories That Will Make You Wet Novels & Stories

Wet sounds filled the room—obscene, filthy. “Harlan—oh God—please—” He pulled back just long enough to rasp, “Come on my tongue. Now.” Then he sucked my clit again, two thick fingers plunging deep, curling hard against that spot inside me. I shattered. The orgasm ripped through me like lightning—back arching off the wall, thighs clamping around his head, a broken sob tearing from my throat as I pulsed around his fingers, gushing against his mouth. He drank every drop, licking me through the aftershocks until I was whimpering, oversensitive, pushing weakly at his shoulders.

The sensation of being filled so completely made Ara shudder. Damon finally pulled out. A thick stream of his cum leaked from her stretched pussy onto the silk sheets. “Get to the desk,” he said, still breathing hard. “Write the scene. Now. Every detail. While my cum is still dripping out of you.” Ara’s legs shook as she walked naked to the elegant desk beside his bed. She sat down, feeling his warm seed leaking down her thighs as she opened the new laptop. Her fingers trembled as she began typing, describing every delicious moment. His tongue on her clit, the powerful creampie while staring into her eyes.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

I could feel myself shaking uncontrollably, tears running down my face. Lena licked my tits, sucked my nipples while the men destroyed me. The sounds were obscene; wet squelching, skin slapping, my broken moans and their low growls. Her dad’s voice cut through the haze. “Tomorrow morning we’re breeding both of you. Gonna fill these young cunts with so much cum you’ll be leaking for days.” The words pushed me over again. I came harder than ever, squirting all over Ethan’s cock, ass pulsing. My vision went white. I felt like I was floating and falling at the same time.

When it finally slowed, I was shaking and exhausted. They led me to the shower. All three of us naked under the hot water, soaping each other’s bodies. Freya and Jess kissed me deeply, their hands roaming everywhere — pinching my nipples, fingering my clean pussy and sore ass, making me cum one final time between their wet bodies. As I dressed on shaky legs, Freya pulled me close and whispered, “Next week for your follow-up. We’re going to go even deeper next time.” Jess winked. “I’ll make sure to prepare an even bigger nozzle for you.”

Then somewhat more urgently, “Is yours…wet too?” “Yeah, it really is.” Here is what amazed me. When I whispered back that I was really wet, I felt myself get wetter as I was speaking. “Is talking about this making you wetter?” I asked. “I think I’ve been like this since this afternoon.” She hissed back, “But in reply to your question, talking about it is definitely making me wetter.” A minute or two passed and then working up my courage I asked, “Heather?” “Yeah?”

I wiped the last of the cum off my cock as I clicked on the box to open our private chat room. I couldn’t type fast enough to tell him how much his stories had turned me on. After I told him I had stroked myself to three climaxes in an hour and a half—more than I had ever been able to do before—he asked me if I would like to experiment with some online sex and masturbate together. I asked him if he was sure that no one else could read what we were doing, and he assured me that in the private chat room no one would mind—it happened all the time.

I was so wet, so soaking wet down there. As my fingers glided all over my pussy, I could hear the erotic noise my pussy lips made as I rubbed them together; as they came in contact, the squelching sounds of my pussy lips sounded so fucking sexy, the feeling was intense, it felt so good, the sensation was too much, it was mind-blowing.

She pulled back and looked at me while I sobbed and said, “tell me sweetie pie, what the matter?” “I…i…I want to…” I explained while I was sobbing “it feels so good…but u wont let me…cum. But I really need to…my pussy I really wet and I need to…please let me cum” “that’s all I wanted to hear” she replied with a joyful smile “you can touch yourself, but count to 30 first”

She lifted her chin and motioned for me to join her. I stripped off my T-shirt, tossed it aside, and dove straight in, swimming over until I was right in front of her. “Damn, you look sexy dripping wet,” I growled, pulling her close again. “I like you even more when you are wet, baby.” Her lips curved into a wicked smile. “Well, maybe later you can make me dripping wet in another way.” “Maybe?” I let out a dark laugh. “There is no maybe about it, sweetheart. I will have you soaked later, that is a promise.” I sealed the words with a rough kiss, one that left her clinging to me like she had no strength left.