Novel & Cerita Lesbain Sex Stories

Until next time you stay girly and I'll stay in the closet awaiting my best opportunity to finally escape. Love, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian

Sex Ed with Mom: A mother teaches her son all about the birds and the bees. NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex, incest/taboo sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy. >>>> Chelsea, the petite blonde mother, gyrated her hips on top of her lover, her hanging hair covering his and her face like golden curtains.

Luna Iris’s POV “I want to see you squirt.” I blurted out my feelings, in the midst of my heavy breathing and deep moans. One of the reasons why I have always wanted to have lesbian sex was because I wanted to see and taste what women squirt was. “Ouuu!!! Our client for the day wants cum to run down her throat.” The Luna that was eating me out said joyfully and clapped her hands. She stood up from beneath and moved upwards to my face.

As far as I know, we are doing sixty-nine positions and for me, what we did was fair and there was nothing against each other. I started to lick the middle of her cut and even the small hole I entered my tongue. And what I did to her, she also did to me. When we got tired of that position, she made me lie down and lay on top of me. I know we are the same s·x and I still don't know how to have s·x between a lesbian and real woman. But I just left it to her because I know she has the experience. Until slowly our same s·x applied, and I felt the coldness of the liquid that settled in my middle. As her body swayed slowly, I felt a strange sensation that I had never experienced with my ex-husband

Warning: This is GAY sex story, please skip it if you are not into LGBT content. "Oh God! Professor Cross! Please!" Peter's desperate cry echoed through the locked office as Professor Damien Cross pounded into his ass with relentless precision. Peter was bent over the massive oak desk, his pants around his ankles, his shirt pushed up, completely exposed and vulnerable. And he'd never felt more alive. Damien's fourteen-inch cock stretched him impossibly wide, filling him so completely that Peter could feel it in his stomach. Each brutal thrust pushed Peter forward on the desk, papers scattering to the floor, the wood creaking under their combined weight.

Then the door opened a second time. Phebe snuck in, red hair loose, wearing only a tiny singlet that highlighted her tits in perfect sight, and skinny panties. She grinned like a devil when she saw Lisa riding me, then climbed ontop the bed without a word. " Hello Cous. You're now a big boy aren't you "She didn't wait my response when she straddled my face, lowered her soaked pussy into my mouth, and started grinding. A third click. Larisa. She locked the door behind her, stripped naked in two seconds, and knelt beside us, already touching herself while she watched.

Lisa's moans grew frantic, her breath coming in short, needy gasps. 'Yes... oh fuck, yes,' she admitted, the words spilling out like a confession, her fear melting into pure, aching lust. She pushed back harder, grinding against me, her body chasing that edge despite the blackmail hanging over us. The room smelled of sex— sweat, her juices, the raw tang of her ass on my skin— and it drove me wild. I slapped her other cheek, watching it jiggle, then gripped her hips with both hands, pounding so deep it felt like I was claiming her soul. But I wasn't done. Not by a long shot. As her moans peaked, body shaking on the brink, I slowed just enough to tease, drawing out the tension.

He kissed her deeply, swallowing her moans as pleasure coiled tighter. She came a third time, softer but longer, crying out his name. Fabian kept going, rolling them so she was on top. “Ride me, baby. Take what’s yours.” Pyhna straddled him, sinking down onto his thick cock until he filled her completely. She rode him hard, breasts bouncing, hands braced on his chest. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her faster, thrusting up to meet her. The wet sounds of their bodies filled the room. He sat up, sucking on her nipples while she ground down, her clit rubbing against him perfectly.

Lia’s legs were still trembling as she slipped out of the restroom and hurried back to her last class. Ethan’s cum continued to leak down her inner thighs, soaking her ruined panties. Every step made her hyper-aware of the soreness between her legs and the filthy secret she now carried. She kept her head down, glasses slightly askew, cheeks burning. No one could possibly know… right? But she knew. And she couldn’t stop replaying it. Her pussy clenched at the memory, sending another trickle of his seed down her skin.

This time she locked the door and braced a chair under the handle. “We have to be quieter this time.” she whispered, already pulling my shirt off. She kissed me hard. I kissed her back the same way. We fell onto the bed still warm from earlier. Isabella reached into her suitcase and pulled out a thick purple strap-on and a small bottle of lube. My stomach flipped with fresh heat. “On your back, open your legs wider for me.” she said, her voice low and rough. I obeyed. Isabella strapped the toy on, coated it, and rubbed the thick head through my still-slick folds. She pushed into me slowly at first, watching my face, then thrust deeper until she was buried to the hilt.