Lesbian Ageplay Novels & Stories

“These for bookings?” She popped her gum, smirked. “Yeah. Whatever you’re into.” A wild thought sparked, reckless, perfect. I leaned in, lowered my voice. “Do you have lesbians?” Her smirk widened. “As many as you want.” I flipped through the booklet, heart kicking. Faces blurred until one stopped me cold, a blonde, 28, green eyes sharp enough to cut, lips full, body lean and strong. Amanda. Ten years older than me. I liked that. I love her body shape.

“No!” My loud voice startled her. My blood boiled just as my heart twisted in hurt. How could they be so cruel to a girl her age? I knew the starting age for Omegas for the game was 14, and if caught ,they would groomed but their captors till they were of age, ready to be used for whatever sick reason they were captured for. I couldn’t imagine Laila going through that yet she was so strong to have managed the pain of a gunshot. I was years older than her but Laila was no doubt stronger than me.

—It's that you worry me friend, they always break your heart, that's why I don't want to fall in love, I see that this becomes very complicated as time goes by. —I know you always worry about my Abby, but I can't help it, when I see a handsome boy my heart makes my heart glad — his eyes shine in a way that leaves me blind— besides, you have to start looking for yourself. a handsome boy to go out with, look, we're already twenty-three years old and I haven't met a boyfriend, what's wrong girl? Or is it that you are a lesbian? "You really are crazy Ale, me a lesbian?" I say laughing and placing her hand on my chest pointing at me "nothing to see, just that I haven't found the boy I like yet."

“You seem shocked.” I blinked. Closed my mouth. “I… no. I’m fine.” She stepped closer. “Don’t act stupid. Even if you are. Stop embarrassing yourself.” I smiled quick. “No problem. You’re all beautiful girls. I’m just wondering if there’s a lesbian-only strip club.” Angel chuckled. Deep. Throaty. “We do everything here. Down to orgies. Threesomes. We have a BDSM room in the basement. Chains. Whips. Private shows. Whatever pays.”

Gemma said, glancing at you with a smile. "Oh, god no," Julie scoffed. "Honey, let me tell you - you ain't had a good pussy licking until you've been with a proper lesbian. Let me guess, he spends about five minutes down there, then pops and sticks it in?" Julie seemed to have the sense to try and at least pivot into whatever joke she wanted to get to, but Gemma wasn't letting her escape. "Actually," she said loudly. "It's more like twenty minutes of heaven."

But no, it felt like working here as not just a stripper but their sex slave was the only thing keeping them alive. “And the older women?” I inquired once more, trying to understand how she had sidestepped this question the first time. Princess took a moment to clear her throat, inhaling deeply. She responded honestly, saying, “From what I’ve heard, older women have to work for a certain age before they stop performing out there. If a woman is in her late 40s or in her 50s, she would be taken to certain places. No one knows what becomes of them.”

If anything, he pressed it harder against me, keeping me pinned in place with his body. “You’re dripping down your thighs already,” he observed, voice low and rough. “Complaining the whole time and still making such a mess.” “That’s because this stupid toy is trying to murder me!” I gasped, laughing through the moans. “I’m 24 and my legs are already giving up. This is elder abuse — wait, no, that’s the wrong way around. This is young-girl-abuse-by-experienced-man-with-evil-toys!” Lucas’s deep chuckle vibrated against me. He adjusted the angle slightly, making the wand buzz even more intensely against my swollen clit.

The man could now see that this girl seemed to be clueless about all this,, but he wanted to avoid believing. She was 22 years old, not some 16 or 17 years old high school student! He found it unbelievable that a 22 years old woman like her seemed utterly clueless and ignorant about sex. If she told him that she had never pleasured herself or use any sex toys, he might be able to believe that, but there was no way she hadn’t read, watch or even heard about this in her 22 years of existence! Moreover, she was the one who bravely went through with this.

What? “Thanks, Daya! That was such a great session! Can’t wait for strength training this afternoon!” Leslie, one of our younger and newly shifted she-wolves called out. This girl is only 16 and just got her wolf a couple months ago and she was one of the most vocal women about wanting to become a warrior. It makes sense, given her two older brothers, Lyle, and Logan, are warriors. She’s a tough girl and I’m glad she is on the squad.

He was supposed to be my prey, not me becoming his? Pulling his cock out of my ass, he swirled me around and makes my ass press's hardly on his cock. “Doggy style, one of my favourite style.” I hummed, but all that stopped. He was loosing my tied hands and withdraw himself from me. “How old are you slut?” This question wakes up the deadly worms in my stomach as they make some terrible noise, rumbling and swirling around. What have age got to do with sex? There's no point trying to lie to him. “21 but will click 22 next two months.” The rustling sounds from his grunts makes me crossed my eyes at him.