Novel & Cerita Free Bisexual Stories

The start of us. We spent the next few weeks getting to know each other, and it wasn't long before I realized that their connection went deeper than friendship. They were both bisexual, and not in the casual, maybe-this-is-a-phase kind of way. They were open about it, comfortable in their skin and in their attraction to each other as well as to women. It was part of what made their friendship so strong. They didn't need to hide anything from each other; they embraced it. It made everything about them magnetic.

After sucking in air by her mere touch, Kendra said, “If I let you do that, then you have to promise to answer whatever questions I have to ask of you.” Minerva’s large breast grazed against Kendra’s upper arm as she lifted her body onto one elbow to better look at her. “You’re not in the least bit afraid of me, are you little girl?” Kendra lifted her chin in defiance. “I may be small compared to you, but I’m not afraid of you or any other lesbian.” Minerva threw her head back in laughter. “I’m bi-sexual, my dear. I have sex with people who I find beautiful. Male or female makes no difference. Taking you to my bed is an honor.”

Bella’s plump lips curved into a small, knowing smile. She speared a piece of steak, calm as ever, but her eyes flicked to mine for half a second—long enough for my pussy to throb so hard I had to cross my legs under the table. “Actually, I’m bisexual,” she said evenly. “And right now I’m not looking for a boyfriend. I want a girlfriend.” Her eyes found and stayed on mine for another second and my stomach flipped. Was I imagining the… heat in that stare?

That is, until recently, which was outlined in the first chapter. After my first bisexual experience in over twenty years with the anonymous stranger in the hotel room during a recent business trip, I gained an increased desire to do it again. I was frustrated in my efforts because Craig's List got rid of their personal ads, so I wasn't sure how to find another willing male partner. It felt wonderful to have a dick in my mouth again after all these years and I wanted to have my mouth filled with cum again; the sooner the better.

Except her. So out it came. The story of Peter and me. The story of a capable successful woman acting like a sex-enslaved bimbo over a man who was divine in bed but a selfish, ten-timing monster everywhere else ... Once I’d started, I couldn't stop. Amongst the sobs and hiccups, I blurted out things I’d never told anybody. How if Peter smiled that filmstar smile of his 1 was putty. How he’d make me beg for more of his perfect Joy of Sex fucking. How he’d make me climax in a way so expert I half expected a judge to pop up and give marks for technical merit. And how afterwards — while my body still sizzled — I'd wish I hadn't been so ‘easy’...

"Hillian told me everything about you. How you look when you cum. How long you’ve been untouched by the old man. How you touched yourself in his room that day. I listened to every word he told me." My throat had gone dry by now, I looked from one face to the other. Hillian squeezed my hands. "I’m asking you again. Do you want this? From both of us." I should have said no, I should have stood up and walked out. Instead I let my body answer first, I could feel myself getting excited. I had never had sex with two people before. It had always been a fantasy I kept private, but now it was standing in front of me actually playing out in real time. "Yes," I whispered.

I searched her face, looking for any sign she was joking but there was none just hunger. “I’ve touched myself thinking about this kind of thing,” she whispered, leaning closer until our knees touched. The contact sent sparks racing up my thigh. “Being used and shared. Being held down while multiple guys take you on.” She continued. “I want your stepdad to fuck me first and your brothers pinning me down while you watch. Then I want you to taste me with their cum still dripping out of me.” Her words hit me like a punch in my gut. My clit throbbed so hard I had to bite to stay quiet. The noise in the cafeteria drifted and I could only feel the slick mess between my legs and the way Mia looked a

BLAIRE The bathroom mirror didn't lie. My neck was a map of dark bruises, and my pussy throbbed with a heavy, relentless ache. I stood under the spray of the shower, the hot water hitting my sensitized skin like a thousand needles. I watched as the milky remnants of Raymond’s thick cum swirled down the drain, mixing with the steam, but I couldn't wash away the intense, complicated realization settling in my gut. I wasn't just Manuel’s widow anymore. I was the center of a storm I had walked into willingly, a woman caught between two brothers who wanted to claim every inch of the life I had left. I must confess ,I like every bit of it

We emerged clean but marked—hickeys on my neck, light bruises on my hips from Jake’s grip, a pleasant soreness between my legs that reminded me of everything we had done. Breakfast was surprisingly normal on the surface; coffee, pancakes, laughter—but the looks we exchanged were anything but. Every glance carried the memory of tongues, cocks, and shared orgasms. This was only the beginning. I had never felt more alive. 😊

“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”