Lesbian Ageplay Novels & Stories

"Every week we read an erotic lesbian book and then we decide on which scene to re-enact. You kind of spoiled it by joining us, but I'm sure the girls will love your cock as much as I do." "We're not done?" Alan's cock was springing back to life. "We only just started," Maria giggled with the other women. "Now Alan, why don't you lie on the floor. Gina here will ride your cock, I'll ride your mouth, and Rita can use the strap-on on Suzy."

Emily might be on to another woman crush by next week, who knows? Jane brushed a strand of hair from Lucy's face, which never failed to make Lucy blushed. They smiled at each other again. "Sorry we're late!" Emily burst out into the room. Heather had a load of books in her arms. "What do you have with you?" Jane asked. "And please don't tell me it's one of the lesbian pulp fictions again." "But Odd Girl Out was so good!" Emily protested. Lately, the former president of Loser Club had been digging into the genre a bit too deep.

I tilted my head sideways so I could read the block letters scrawled across the paper hanging from Margaret's hand - Under 18 Rejected Players. Great.

I whimpered, "Please Krissy I..." I stopped when after kissing my thigh, Krissy sat up and laughed, "Calm down Keri, we're not going to lesbian rape you, we're not into girls." She paused. "Of course we did have to lick each other's pussies In front of the rest of the sisters to get in." "I faked my orgasm." Laurie said grinning. "Sure you did." Krissy rolled her eyes. "Please let me go." I whispered pathetically.

1. LISA I’m Nineteen years old, and my parents still believe I’m their innocent church girl who wouldn’t dare break a single rule. They have no idea how wrong they are. I’ve spent my entire life trapped in that house, watched like a prisoner. The moment their car leaves the driveway, I slip out, find girls who want the same thing I do, and let them devour my pussy in the back seat of cars or rundown motel rooms where no one asks questions. I’ve perfected the art of playing the perfect daughter while my body stays constantly hungry, cunt wet and aching for release.

They reached her car but before Lam could open the door for her, she grabbed him by the arm. "Look, I'm twenty-nine years old. One or two years from now I'm out of the calendar. You can't expect me to be celibate and wait for the right time to have sex. I need to enjoy it while I'm still juicy. While I could still be wet by just being beside you" she whines while Lam is scandalized by her candidness. "You're shameless, Abigail Marie" He playfully glares at her. "And by the way, there's still a lottery. You're secured until sixty nine" he shrugs while opening the door for her.

On closer look at her, I discovered that she couldn't be more than twenty five but when we first arrived I thought she was a lot older because she actually looked older due to the level of unhappiness she must have experienced. 'Mara, can you get the girls dressed and bring them here?' Alpha said gently. 'Yes Alpha except Lisa,' Mara said. 'Who is Lisa?' The Alpha asked. 'She is the youngest of us here. She is only fifteen.' 'Fifteen?' Dominus and I asked at the same time. My anger was beginning to get to a point where I couldn't control anymore. A fifteen year old. Amman was a pedeophile? My mind was running metres within seconds.

The tradition of celebrating their birthdays together had become a cherished part of their lives, with Tanner, Liam, Avery, and Ashleigh sharing a grand celebration each year. However, time waits for no one, and Avery's 13th birthday suddenly was on the horizon. This year, she yearned for something different: a celebration of her own. Avery joined the local werewolf school when Ashleigh started kindergarten, a departure from the usual practice of Alpha's children being homeschooled. She had created a rich group of friendships with children from other packs. Now, she was eager to host a party exclusively for them.

“What’s wrong?” She lifts her head, her big brown eyes red-rimmed and filled with tears. “My friends… they won’t play with me,” she mumbles, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. “They said I’m an omega and I’m weak.” I frown, brushing hair strands from her face. “That’s not true. What’s your name?” “Lila,” she says, her voice small. “I’m six.” “Six, huh? That’s a great age.” I grin, trying to coax a smile from her. “I’m Tessa. How about you and I play something? Show those friends of yours you don’t need them to have fun.”

I am an orphan, a measly human who had captured, for some unknown reason, the heart of one of the Lycan Princesses. Angela is a special girl. She has a vibrant attitude and a carefree vibe that pulled me in. Yes, she enticed me to overlook the huge age gap between us. I am turning twenty-six, while she just turned eighteen. She is a child compared to me, but she is mature beyond her years. She is strong-willed, opinionated, and not afraid to speak her mind. The funny thing is that that passion and strong attitude had her walking away from me right now.