All Chapters of The GxG Wet Diary : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Fuck, you're such a cumslut!” Terry hissed as she grabbed my hair and pulled it hard. I wanted to protest, but her fingers crammed in my pussy, working their magic. Moans replaced my words, rising to a crescendo as she grinds her thumb over my clit harder. “Nice shot,” Professor Xander clapped. “Terry you're such a bitch!” She felt triumphant, tugged my hair again, and simultaneously added her third finger, raking her knuckles cruelly over my G-spot. “No….” I couldn't help the scream of pleasure now. “Moree” My knees buckled and she pushed me forward over the desk, kicking my feet apart so she cculd finger-fuck me deeper. “You love this, Hun?” The wet squishy sound of her fingers penetrating me was loud in the quiet classroom. Terry leaned into me harder, pinning me with one hand grabbing my ass, spreading me open, as the other seemed to rub against every tender spot inside my sensitive pussy at once. Professor Xander looked proud and hard. His satisfactory look got me wet

I am Sister Mary, thirty-five years old, and until recently I had never known the touch of another person, let alone a man. I had taken my vows as a virgin and believed I would remain one forever.But something had been stirring inside me for months.The dreams started innocently enough—soft kisses, hands on my breasts—but they quickly grew wicked. I began waking in the middle of the night soaked in sweat, my habit clinging to my skin, and between my legs… I was shamefully wet.My virgin pussy would throb and ache, slick with juices I didn’t understand. I came so close to something powerful in those dreams, yet it always slipped away before I could grasp it.Every night the visions grew more sinful. I dreamed of other nuns on their knees between my thighs, licking me. I dreamed of a thick, hard cock pushing into me, stretching me open. I fought it. I prayed. I begged God for strength. But the hunger only grew.One quiet evening I lay in bed unable to sleep. My eyes kept drifting to th

I glanced up at the clock on the classroom wall and gave my desk a couple of sharp raps with the butt end of my ruler, quickly bringing my fifth-period Human Sexuality and Family Planning class to order.This was my first class in this school since my transfer last week, and hell has been happening to me. Being a tanfer teacher wasnt easy as other staffs said. But thankfully, I could resume classes now after all the file submiosn up and down the educational offices. "Okay everyone, please open your books to chapter eleven, page two hundred fifty-two. Today we're going to be discussing condoms and when we should be using them." I scanned the room. "Now, how many of you use condoms when engaging in sexual intercourse? Please raise your hands."I counted the raised hands and smiled. "Well, that's almost all of you, but a few of you didn’t. I think it would be helpful if those of you who don’t use condoms tell us why. Let’s start with you, Emily. Can you tell us why you and your boyfrien

The final bell had rung almost forty minutes ago, but my classroom was far from empty. Lily and Sophia had shown up together again, both of them fidgeting and clearly still worked up from everything that had happened earlier. The air felt thick with tension.I leaned back against my desk and looked at them with a small, hungry smile.“So… you two came back for more private tutoring?” I asked.Lily nodded eagerly. Sophia looked more nervous, but her thighs were pressed tightly together.“Yes, Miss Jenna,” Lily answered. “We couldn’t concentrate on anything else all day. We keep thinking about your pussy… and how you tasted.”I felt a fresh rush of wetness between my legs.“Both doors. Lock them,” I ordered.Once we were sealed inside, I stood up slowly. “Take your uniforms off. Slowly. I want to enjoy watching.”They obeyed. Lily went first, peeling off her blouse and skirt, revealing a lacy pink bra and matching thong. Sophia followed, more shyly, until both girls stood in nothing but

My husband is a workaholic who spends months traveling for business, leaving me and our two young daughters in an empty house for far too long. The loneliness became unbearable. Late at night, after the girls were asleep, I started raiding his hidden collection of lesbian porn.At first, I told myself it was just something to pass the time, but soon I was hooked. Watching beautiful women kiss, touch, and devour each other awakened something deep inside me. I began fantasizing about soft skin, wet tongues, and eager fingers exploring my body. I craved another woman’s touch more than I cared to admit.Then, a few days ago, the stress of work caught up with me. I hadn’t had a proper bowel movement in over three days. No laxatives or home remedies worked. Our maid, noticing my discomfort, recommended Dr. Freya Sharma — a young, highly skilled female doctor who ran an exclusive women-only clinic. Desperate and in pain, I decided to visit that very afternoon.The clinic was peaceful when