Desi Lesbian Stories Novels & Stories

Title: My Step Son’s Thick Cock Bred Me Deep Chapter 3: The last three days blurred together into nothing but sex. Jake fucked me every chance he got. In the shower where the water made everything slippery and loud. On the kitchen table while our breakfast got cold. Even in the garage bent over the hood of his car. Each time he filled me deeper and rougher than the last. My hole stayed sore and open now, constantly leaking his cum no matter how many times I tried to clean up.

Gabriella “I want to stretch you out until you can’t close your legs, Gabriella. I want to watch my brothers fill your mouth and your ass while I bury myself so deep in your pussy you forget your own name. We’re going to paint you in our cum, record every desperate sob you make for us, and then we’re going to make Derek watch his ‘perfect, repressed wife’ transform into our personal, filthy little pet. You’re going to be so used, so thoroughly ruined by the three of us, that you’ll never even remember what his pathetic touch felt like.”

While the teen lesbian party was taking place Mother was entertaining two other lesbian women and they watched us at play before retiring to Mother’s grand sex boudoir for an afternoon of sexual pleasure. Both women had military experience and had come to give advice for Mother as she planned to form her own army of lesbian warriors. One of the women was a big powerfully built butch lesbian with strong bulging muscles. Meanwhile the schoolgirl orgy was in full swing with panting and screaming girls playing all over the gardens. As Emily worked my clit I felt the shuddering as an orgasm wracked my body and Emily squealed with pleasure as a jet of pussy juice erupted into her mouth. I squirted

Lizzie The room was dark except for the glow of my laptop screen. My headphones was on my ears, drowning me in the filthiest moans I could find online. On the screen, a girl was on her knees, drool dripping down her chin while three cocks slammed into her throat. Behind her, another man was pounding her pussy raw. I bit my lip, my fingers sliding under my panties. God, the way they fucked her and used her like nothing more than a toy, it made my pussy gush.

~ Jayden ~ I can still taste her shock on my tongue. I almost can’t believe Bryan’s wife is underneath me right now. I had suspected he wasn’t the one texting me but honestly? I wanted to meet her too. She’s trembling, torn between fury and something darker. They all are at first… horny wives who meet up pretending they want answers, not touch. But the moment I lean in close enough for them to smell the gloss, the perfume, the sweat… the moment they see what their husbands have been craving, they go quiet.

She’s bold and fierce. I like her. I like her attitude especially with the way she carries herself. She’s got confidence that will surely shock your whole body. She’s also beautiful and got a nice racks. She might probably a whore too. “I’ve been calling you for a while now, Liam. Why are you not answering your phone?” Resting my back on the wall, I sighed. “Cresh, I already told you I only fucked once. If you want a cock to hang on your pussy then might go to the bar and search for a hungry cock that will satisfy you.”

She’d decided to have one of those Pleasure Parties with the girls to embarrass Dana with the toys and stuff. All the boxes and displays were opened by the hostess. The girls giggled and laughed at the dildos and vibrators in various shapes and sizes. They turned out the lights for a demo of glow in the dark toys. They even had a condom blow-up contest that Leslie won. This was no surprise to most, being she was by far the slut of the bunch with a reputation for an infatuation with giving blow-jobs. The oils and creams were the most interesting. They applied them to each other and felt the textures and feeling of the lotions.

I did it again today. I visited my girlfriend at work. Reprobate writer seeks innocent Melanie for backseat naughtiness in underground parking lot. Yes, I’ve been wicked again. Spank me, Jesus. Before this gets too confusing, what with “blow jobs” in the title, let me clarify: I’m a woman, Mela- nie’s a woman—we’re a lesbian couple—but while I’m a woman with a pussy, my girlfriend’s a woman with a cock. She’s trans, hence the mention of blow jobs. So that’s one mystery solved.

It was as much as she could do to keep her hand away from her pubis, the warmth doubled by the knowledge that Tony was sharing the same almost uncontrollable emotions. He brought out the rest, one after the other, an exotic feast of sensual delights, each more daring and innovative than the last. There was one of a woman wearing vaguely Eastern dress suggestive of a harem. She was on all fours, bending over so that her pudendum was in full view: the shadowed area between her legs, the plump wet labia fringed with hair. Her mouth encompassed the turgid prick of the youth beneath her. An older man straddled her, about to thrust a truly spectacular twelve-inch cock into the depths of her forbid

“You’ll want to see it. Trust me.” I flipped open the laptop, the glow from the screen spilling across both our faces. My fingers moved with deliberate slowness over the keys. She stood behind me, leaning just close enough for me to feel her breath on my neck. A few quick clicks, and the search bar blinked back at me. I typed in a phrase that made her brows lift ‘Lesbian step sisters making out’, the corner of her mouth twitching as if she wasn’t sure whether to be shocked or intrigued.