Lesbian Ageplay Novels & Stories

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.

It was strange but she kept the feeling that she was only going out with her friend. Lorna stopped at a secluded table at a corner. “My favorite spot.” Karen could imagine that she brought all the ladies she had fucked to the restaurant. Martini was served. When Lorna stared at her, Karen felt she was naked or she could see through her. “Yesterday was great,” she started. Karen sipped Martini. “Yeah.” She was screaming. That was great. “I’ve been a lesbian for four years…and I’ve met quite a lot of ladies I liked.” She chuckles. Some were like you before I initiated them- proud of myself.”

the girl replied, but the note of defensiveness in her voice was obvious to everyone. “Bullshit!” Pam exclaimed. “Remember, Betsy Smith, I’ve seen you bare. You’re still filling out — very nicely, I hasten to add — but you’re not there yet. Now how old are you really?” Then she snapped her fingers and added, “Incidentally, the age of consent in California is 16 for women. I’m pretty sure that Dad’s in the clear.” “I’m almost 17,” the girl replied in a voice barely above a whisper.

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.

“Yes, anything. But if you lose, you’ll have to do whatever I want.” ‘If I can guess his age…’ Layla mused. ‘What can I ask him for? Ah, why is my mind completely blank? Can I ask for more information about the Parliamentarians or the Zenzens? Isn’t that too confidential? Then what can I ask him for that wasn’t too confidential but is important? I can think of that later, but how am I going to guess his exact age? He looks around thirty, but that can’t be his age if he said he started teaching before Zayne was born. This game is harder than I thought?’ “Can I guess an age range instead and get three chances?” She asked sheepishly. Though she didn’t have any idea of what she wanted, she didn’