Wet And Messy Story Novels & Stories

My pussy walls clamped down hard around his fingers right away, fluttering and sucking at them like my body had been waiting for this all morning. Sweat was pouring down my back now, soaking the thin sundress until it stuck to my skin, and I could feel more of my own slick leaking out around his fingers, running down over his hand and soaking into his jeans in a hot, messy puddle. Fuck, his fingers are so thick, they’re splitting me open right here with my parents sitting two feet away. I can’t believe how wet I am, it’s dripping everywhere, I’m making such a filthy mess on him.

“You’re pushing too hard. I’m telling Sarah about this in the morning. All of it.” I stayed quiet for a second, then backed up against the wall of the study. Slowly, I slid my tiny shorts and thong down my thighs and stepped out of them. My pussy was completely exposed and dripping. I spread my legs a little, ran two fingers down my wet slit, and pushed them inside myself with a quiet moan. “Then go tell her,” I whispered, slowly moving my fingers in and out. My other hand lifted my tank top, letting my tits spill out. “But look how wet I am for you right now, Alex. I’ve been soaked like this for months every time I visit.”

The man's mouth parted slightly as he watched her touch herself. She pinched her nipples between her fingers, gasping at the sensation. The stranger's free hand drifted down to palm himself through his boxers. The sight of him touching himself while watching her sent another flood of wetness to her already soaked panties. She let one hand slide down her stomach, over the lace of her underwear. Her fingers pressed against her clit through the fabric, making her hips jerk slightly. "Fuck," she whispered to the empty room. Her legs trembled as she continued touching herself, circling her clit through her panties.

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.

At least long enough for her to stay out of trouble and for us to move on. Well to get back to the story, Jake and I took turns pounding away at our dirty teacher's wet hole and hungry mouth until we were all exhausted. We each had to have came 3 or 4 times each. It was hard to tell where sweat ended and other fluids started. We were all soaking wet by the end of the whole fiasco. We all got dressed not looking at each other at all. Ms. P sighed and said " see you boys on Monday". Jake and I smirked at each other and never spoke if it again.

Empty bottles were lying around in waste while Ava was telling us, rather loudly, how her mating ceremony went. For a werewolf, Ava was pretty lightweight, so she was already tipsy. It was a struggle to get her to censor her story, as she proceeded to give us the X-rated version of the story. I wasn’t interested in hearing how she was tied up and how Ian had his wicked ways with her, so I tried as much as possible to tune her out.

TeacherPet: shut up :P Me: I was thinking about that sunday Me: and your story Me: replaying it in my mind and trying to imagine better how you felt TeacherPet: mmm TeacherPet: was it good? Me: It was Me: No dizziness though TeacherPet: :P don't make fun of me Me: I'm not Me: Don't forget I told you I lost it so bad when I read your story Me: like that wasn't embarrassing TeacherPet: true.. TeacherPet: but that was hot Me: well what you say is hot too TeacherPet: oh good Me: So… your turn TeacherPet:? Me: When's the last time you masturbated? TeacherPet: last night

growled dirty. Dropped wet kisses on neck, buried face between thighs bent over counter. Tongue battled core, sucking. Intoxicated; grasped breast, moaned hushed. "Ahhh... don't stop... here?" Wide quiet scream. Saliva sprinkled, mouthed pussy, sucked. "Oh yea... ageeeeghhhh... hhhh." Fluid more, fingers through two pounding rough. "Harder... harder brother's fingers!" Arched subtle. Deeper pumps. "Aaaaaaa..... hhhhh!" Muffled climax, he licked clean.

His eyes were glued to my spread cunt. “I know,” I whispered. I pumped my fingers once, slow and obscene, letting him hear the wet squelch. “But I need this. Look at how wet I am. I’m fucking dripping for it.” He took one step closer. His hand dropped to his cock, palming the thick bulge through the fabric. “Fuck, Emma. You’re really doing this in my pool?” I pulled my fingers out slowly, holding them up so he could see how shiny they were with my cream. Then I sucked them clean, moaning around them. “Mmm. Yeah. And I don’t want to stop. Come here, Alex. Come see how sloppy my cunt is.”

I sit in the same dim glow, heart still racing from last night’s release. My body remembers—throbs with the memory of three fingers stretching me while I wrote about being knotted and filled. The unfinished story waits on the screen like a living thing, but tonight I don’t continue it. Tonight I start something filthier, something that makes even my darkest previous tales feel tame. New document. Title: *Tongue of the Beast*. I type the first line with trembling fingers.