Wet And Messy Story Novels & Stories

The thought made her horny. When she finished, she stepped out, wrapped a towel around her damp, flushed body, and sank into the rumpled sheets of her bed. Monica’s bedroom was a mess, with clothes draped over the chair, a half-full water glass on the floor, and a few stray shoes scattered near the dresser. A notebook lay open, its pages bent and scribbled on, while a hairbrush tangled with strands of hair and a pair of socks lay on her desk. Monica’s fingers moved to her laptop, opening a p**n site. She typed in ‘large group orgy,’ and the screen exploded with writhing bodies, slick with sweat, pressing and grinding against each other.

She began typing: "Hello Casey, I have been following you for some time and I want to tell you how much I enjoy your writing style. Your stories never fail to get me wet! (Like I am right now!) I especially like your incest/taboo stories! A couple of them recently helped to open a new and wonderful chapter in my life. I don't know how "personal" your personal feedback usually gets, but if you're interested, I'd love to share my real-world incest/taboo story with you. Perhaps it might inspire you to write another steaming story for Literotica. That would be so hot!

They made her crawl and clean both cocks with her tongue, licking every drop of cum, ass juice, and pussy cream. Lia lay there afterward, legs spread obscenely, covered in sweat, spit, and cum. Her holes twitched and leaked. She felt completely destroyed. And she fucking loved it. Ethan crouched down and shoved three fingers into her sloppy cunt, stirring the mess. “How do you feel?” “Like a whore,” she whispered hoarsely, smiling through the mess on her face. “Your filthy whore.” Jax laughed. “She’s ready for the team party tomorrow. Gonna let the whole locker room run a train on this cum-guzzling slut?”.

crack “You weren’t what? Enjoying yourself in my wife’s gown? Stealing from her closet? Making yourself wet in my bed?” Tears pricked my eyes. But my body betrayed me, pressing back into his hand, begging silently for more. “Filthy little maid,” he rasped. His fingers slipped between my thighs now, finding the slick proof of my guilt. He groaned, low and guttural. “God, you’re soaked.” I whimpered, shamed by the sound of his fingers gliding through me, wetter with every stroke.

😌💙💙😍 Me. Hi, girls! I need you guys right now! It's urgent! It's a matter of life and death o!! I checked if they were online and it turns out they were not online. After waiting for what seemed like hours, Mitchelle and Christabel finally replied. Bel.🦋💗 What is it, babe? Are you alright? Mich.💘💘 Matter of life and death? Wetin sup?! Me. Uhmm. It's not really serious o.

My bare, puffy lips kissed his skin, hot and slick. The sensation was filthy and perfect. I dragged my dripping folds up and down his thigh in long, secret strokes, coating him with my creamy arousal. Each upward roll pressed my clit harder against him, sending jolts of pleasure through my core. The water hid every sinful movement, but I could feel how wet I was making him—my juices mixing with the lake, creating a slick mess that only heightened the taboo thrill.

The apartment filled with the sounds of wet kissing, skin sliding on skin, and their filthy, teasing words. Finally, Mike pinned Kevin down again, stroking them both fast and tight. “Cum with me this time. Want to feel you lose it against my dick.” Kevin nodded frantically, hips snapping up. “Mike— fuck— I’m—” He came hard, thick pulses shooting between their bodies, coating Mike’s abs and cock. The sensation pushed Mike over right after. He groaned Kevin’s name and added his own load, mixing their cum together in a warm, sticky mess.

Amellia says looking at the sticky cum on her fingers. She puts one in her mouth and licks it clean. Then she reaches out with the same hand. "Taste how hot I have your wife. I promise it's so delicious." She said smiling. I look at my wife. She's breathing heavily with her eyes still closed. Then I look at Amellia with her hand extended. I reach out and grab her hand. Looking at her with frustration in my eyes. I still was uncomfortable. I open my mouth and put the other finger that was soaked with my wife's cum in my mouth and suck it clean.

“Rub with me, baby.” Our soaked cunts met—hot, slippery, clit to clit. We started grinding slowly at first, then faster, hips rolling in messy circles. The sensation was electric. Every slide of her slick pussy lips against mine sent sparks through my body. Our clits rubbed together perfectly, and the wet sounds of our juices mixing were obscene. Sarah leaned forward, her heavy tits swaying as she grabbed my hips for leverage. “Feel that, Emma? Mommy’s pussy kissing yours. So fucking wet for each other.”

Story 5: Fuck, I'm on Cloud 9 Lydia’s apartment was quiet except for the wet, obscene sounds echoing off the walls and her own broken gasps. She had been so close—fingers buried deep inside her soaked pussy, chasing that edge—when Mila walked in without knocking. One look at her best friend sprawled on the couch, legs spread, panties shoved to the side, and Mila’s eyes had darkened with hunger. Instead of leaving, Mila had simply smirked, dropped her bag, and said, “Looks like you need help, baby.”