Dry Humping Stories Novels & Stories

My back sliding down the wall when his hands moved to my buttocks, lifting me and wrapping my legs around his hard abs. Oh, god. I never thought it possible to come just by dry humping but I think I actually would. “Hmm…” He moaned as he sucked my nipples hard while my pussy began to throb. “Ohh…” Pure, wet desire draped over me. Fuck it. I can’t take this anymore. “Get off me if you’re not going to fuck me.” I growl at him, pushing him off of me before standing on my own two feet. He chuckled and pecked my lips.

He doesn't seem to be complaining as he slips his tongue into my mouth and grips onto the side of my hips, my back pressed against the staircase railing. "Be careful there baby, if you keep doing that we might not make it to the movie" He purrs as his lips slip from mine, now curled into a soft smirk. I blush at his words, remembering back to what happened last time we were together. I still can't believe that it went that far, neither could Poppy when I told her about it. Though I couldn't help but cringe when she described it as 'dry humping', mostly because it just felt a lot more intimate than that and not nearly as dirty as that definition makes it out to be. I can't even lie, I'm very

I had truly done the right job by not going to work today because if I had, I wouldn't be able to focus on anything other than envisioning my cock in Talia's slit. In a span of two weeks, I had become a nymphomaniac and I wasn't even ashamed of it. Sliding both hands into her pyjamas bottom, I fastened my lips to the crook of her shoulder, grinding my boner against her crotch, and growling as she whimpered and clasped my back. Hell, I couldn't believe how good dry-humping felt. However, as much as I loved it, I wanted something more. Something wet, slippery, and pink–Talia's pussy to be specific.

She reached for me and we kissed again, moaning into each other’s mouths while the men used us. “Ride his face,” he commanded. “Grind that greedy cunt on him.” I did. I rocked my hips, smearing all my juices all over Ryan’s mouth and chin. He sucked my clit hard, two fingers pushing into my ass, opening me up. The pressure was insane. Then they switched to me. Her dad pulled me onto him. His massive cock pressed against my tight asshole and slowly forced its way in. The burn was intense and overwhelming. I whimpered, but Lena was there, kissing me, whispering. “You can take it baby, let him stretch you.”

Damien and I continued to dry hump each other, both chasing our pleasure. And just as I could feel my pleasure mount, my orgasm was fast approaching I felt like I was losing my mind only for Damien to hold my hips and stop me.

“You’re fucking drenched. Your pussy is dripping down my fingers already.” I moaned into his mouth and ground against his hand. “Finger me,” I begged. “Stick your fingers in my little hole. I need it.” He didn’t wait. Two thick fingers pushed inside me, stretching me open. I cried out, head falling back. He pumped them fast, curling hard against my g-spot while his thumb rubbed my swollen clit. The water splashed around us, making everything even wetter. “That’s it,” he growled. “Ride my fingers like a desperate little whore. You came out here naked because you wanted to get caught, didn’t you?”

“Feel that, Emma? Mommy’s pussy kissing yours. So fucking wet for each other.” “Yes… oh god, it feels amazing,” I moaned, grinding up against her harder. We tribbed frantically, pussies sliding and slapping together. I reached down and spread her lips wider so our clits could grind directly. Sarah did the same to me. The friction built quickly, pushing us both toward another peak. Jake couldn’t stay away any longer. He knelt beside us, stroking his thick cock as he watched. “My god… look at you two sluts rubbing pussies.”

The sounds were filthy: wet slapping, gagging, moaning, and their dirty talk. “Her husband is such a lucky man,” Kane laughed as he fucked me from behind. “Does he know his wife is such a eager cumdump?” They fucked me harder after that. Marcus eventually pulled me onto the couch, sat down, and made me ride him reverse cowgirl. While I bounced on his thick cock, Hargrove stepped forward and pushed his cock into my mouth again. Kane moved behind me, pressing his cock against my asshole. “No—” I tried to protest, but it was muffled by Hargrove’s cock.

He pounded my center, harder, faster and faster, like we were doing the real thing. The pleasure was mounting, sending me to the edge of Nirvana. The sensation was deliciously intense, mind blowing, making my body clench as I reached my climax. I never thought it was possible because we are not having penetrative sex at all. "I see, you are enjoying our dry humping, eh? It's so damn good, right?" he whispered in my ears, grinning victoriously as he enjoyed his climax too. "But the real thing is so much better," he added, his voice dripping with lust, hinting at his real intention.

Instead, I increase the pace of my movement against his hardness as his mouth plays around both my nipples alternatively. "I love the way you call my name." He says breathing heavily as he plants wet kisses over my chest. I listen to him but don't say anything as I bite back a moan, continuing to stimulate him equally with my stroking. At last, Christopher accepts his defeat as he surrenders himself by moving against me. Christopher begins to gyrate his strong hips against my core, not being able to take it anymore. I arch my back, experiencing the extreme pleasure of dry humping as we rub against each other. The only thing separating us from molding together is the fabric of Christopher's p