Tongue Fetish Novels & Stories

I growl at the beautiful sight of her treasure in front of my face before diving my face in. She cries out when my tongue runs across her entrance as I lap up her sweet juices before thrusting my tongue inside her. I almost moan as I taste her delicious juices, goddess she tastes so sweet! I thrust my tongue in and out of her as I fuck her with my tongue while she moans and pants. I latch on to her sweet little bud and she screams my name. I suck on her little bud as I flick my tongue across it over and over again. Her legs tremble as I continue my assault on her sweet little bud.

My hands held his mask tightly pulling it upwards lost in our steamy tongue f**k, his tongue swirled inside me and my legs tightened around him wantonly, grinding my face rhythmically to his tongue strokes. Taking away by his animal instincts or lust, I knew I would come soon in his mouth if he won’t separate his dirty tongue from my c**t. My insides clenched tightly, and a sweet knot in my stomach started to twist forgetting about everything around me, and all the circumstances we are in, I closed my eyes imagining Theo, maybe that would make me feel less guilty about my tongue-f**king orgasm from a man who is my captive, a kidnapper, a murderer.

His tongue made its way between his lips, while his finger easily reached the entrance. I gasped softly, uttering a bad word, as Dennis moved his tongue in my clitoris. My hips moved with every touch of his tongue, to follow his movement, so that the hot feeling spread even more through my body. My body began to beg for more, as Dennis' finger pumped me, and my tongue made me lose track of everything around.

His tongue pushes through the mess of it — his cum and my wetness mixed — lapping at me in slow, filthy strokes that make obscene sounds in the silence. He pushes his tongue inside me, and I feel him scooping his own cum out and pushing it back in. He's fucking me with his tongue, groaning against me like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted. “Oh my god —” I whimper into the sleeping bag, my bound hands twisting uselessly behind my back. “That’s so filthy — you’re tasting your own —” “I know exactly what I’m doing,” he murmurs against me, his lips vibrating on my clit. “And you love it. I can feel your pussy clenching every time my tongue pushes inside you.”

From my shoulder region, his fingers strip me of my dress, leaving me bare on the bed. Kissing every part of my body, his lips stop at my pussy angle. He spread my thighs wide, pushing it upward, burying his face in my I-line. His tongue licks through the folds of my womanhood to my entrance, and he inserts it in my entrance. Tongue fucking me. My fingers grips his hair as I grind the nub of my womanhood on him. The sensation is killing, my soft cry fills the wall of the room. He shifts his tongue from my entrance, reaching for my clit, stroking it with his long devilish tongue. My body convulses as my hips sway.

“Gonna eat this swollen little cunt first. Get you dripping even more before I fuck you stupid.” His tongue dives in, performing flat laps from my entrance all the way up to my clit, then pointed thrusts inside, fucking me with his tongue like he’s starving for it. The wet sounds fill the room. I grab his hair, my hips bucking as I grind my pussy against his face. “Oh God, yes, tongue-fuck me deeper, suck my clit, fuck!”

It was so stimulating that even someone like him with a high tolerance felt a strange but stimulating out-of-body experience that caused his cock to harden more. The elf beneath him was quite a slutty tease, sliding his tongue everywhere from his balls to the tip and when he slowly circled his tongue on his tip he felt a huge bust of pleasure burst through him causing him to tense up. Feral seemed to notice this and with a slightly tighter grip on his shaft, he began twisting his tongue around in playful motions.

The images the sight of her mouth puts into my head… if I were to ever reveal them to her, she'd run away from me with the look of horror riding the tides of her eyes. “You smell so sweet, cupcake.” I tell her instead, a cleaner truth than the one swarming in my head. The shiver that runs through her body is deliciously divine when I instinctively run my tongue along the length of her neck—over her marking spot to the underline of her jaw. A sweet sounding, low—as though suppressed—mewl slips past her lips and I almost fall apart in a very pleasurable way. “Fuck me, cupcake. You taste so fucking sweet too. I think I just discovered a new fetish.”

Surprisingly, her narrow thong remains in place, its scarlet hue vivid against her soft skin. Kneeling down, her legs spread to grant me access, I use my fingers to trace along her lower back to her buttocks and outer thighs. My mouth kisses sporadically between them, honing in on my target. Her warmth and wetness are palpable, the tantalizing scent of her arousal filling the air. My left hand brushes her thong aside, and my tongue immediately makes contact with her delicate hood. Skillfully navigating around this defense, my tongue teases her swollen nub directly, eliciting moans as I work.