Gender Bender Erotica Novels & Stories

No, I dare not imagine that. Later that night, I woke up to feel bed jostling and heard mewling like a kitten for looking mommas milk, so I rolled over to see what was going on. Brenda was lying on her side of the bed with one hand between her open thighs and the other pulling on a nipple. Her eyes were closed so she didn't see me turn over to watch her. She had taken her night gown off, so my best friend was naked and so involved in enjoying her own fingers she was oblivious that I was awake and watching her. A light scent of her musk wafted across the small space between us, the heady fragrance flipped a switch in my groin and a strong sexual urge blossomed between my legs. My pussy got wa

It was pure pleasure. I pushed the door open a crack and froze. There she was, naked on our bed, legs spread wide, while her best friend Lisa was on top of her. Lisa had this thick purple dildo strapped around her hips, and she was driving it deep into Sarah's pussy with steady, hard thrusts. Sarah's hands were gripping the sheets, her back arching up every time Lisa pushed in. "Fuck, Lisa, right there," Sarah moaned, her voice all breathy and desperate. "Don't stop, please, it feels so fucking good."

I looked next to unrecognizable, but I guess that’s normal for every girl with a high sex drive when their legs are parted around the stranger they have a huge crush on. My cheeks were crimson, my pupils dilated, and my chest heaved with each breath that came out of my mouth, causing my breasts to move too. “I wasn’t talking about that, young lady.” Benjamin finally spoke, and it was as though he’s had to deal with horny brats like me all his life. I would doubt that for a second, he looked like the type that could rearrange your guts with just one thrust of his cock, and quite frankly that’s what I’m looking forward to.

"They feel...nice." "Yeah, I know," I said. "Not what she means," Erika said. "We both took our time jilling off with some of her old nylons. Nothing like the feel of a handful of seven denier nylons on your pussy." Ohh. My thoughts drifted to Anna's amazing treasure chest of used nylons, thousands of them. Picturing these two glorious sex goddesses using them to masturbate while I waited for them in the living room made me faint.

Avery Ben flips me to the other side, my back on the bed now. “This is Mason, you know him already,” Ben says as Mason walks to join us. “And this is Brie.” the blonde girl purrs as she walks over, sliding next to me and hooks her lips with mine. “Just have fun guys” Ben laughs….”however you want it.” Mason spreads my thighs with his hands and parts my pussy lips with his fingers. “Look at this fucking cunt, hot.” I can’t concentrate as Brie’s lips are still on mine, kissing me with an intensity I do not recognise.

I asked with a smile. "Oh, okay. Just go to her room." I went up the stairs and was about to open the door when Belly suddenly came out of her room, she is Bellie's twin. He's different because this Bellie is gay, his twin is actually a boy. "Hey, Vee!" He even raised his hand. He looked at me from head to toe. "You're so sexy, my body is starting to get hot because of you." "Your mouth is really rude! why don't you imitate your brother who is kind--"

A small leather bench sat stationed near the end of the bed completing the look. Returning my focus back towards the center of the room, I slowly move to search the rest of the room as a whole. My eyes noticing how each side of it was divided into some kind of BDSM section. The left side dedicated to a wall full of glass cabinets which seemed to house silk lined drawers. Each drawer filled with items such as vibrators. Vibrators of multiple sizes and shapes.

This dress is a weapon, and Ben is my first foe. “I need you to forward me the Anderson file.” I spin back to face my computer before he can answer, and clack on the keypad. His footsteps humbly retreat. A minute later, his email pops up with an attachment. Victory is mine. Smirking, I straighten my skirt, shifting a little to get comfortable. The dress and shoes weren’t the only gifts. A discreet black box held a bright pink device shaped like a tadpole with a curved tail. When I slip it into my panties (leopard print, Bear-approved) the device presses against my clit and… my butthole. A little weird, but I can play another kinky game. I have two gorgeous men competing to get me off. It’s a

"Ashley, Ashley, does your boyfriend know what a dirty little slut you are? Does he know that you like to fuck so hard? What do you think he would say if he knew how easy it was for me to get into your cunt? I'm going to fuck this cunt until you cry for mercy. You're going to take my cock in every hole and you're going to love it!" I was shocked and excited, all at the same time. This was a long-held fantasy coming true and this man I hardly knew seemed to know exactly what to say and do. It had never been this good with Xender and I felt a perverse thrill that Xender could make me feel what he never had. Xender released my hands but warned me not to touch him yet. His hand moved down my bod

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.