Lesbian Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

“No, no she did not.” “I’m not surprised,” Pam sighed. It was no secret among the lesbian community that being the first to have a relationship with a woman who had formally been heterosexual was risky, at best. Many women are just there to sample the other side of life before deciding to go back to their male counterparts. This was something that weighed heavily on Fiana. She found it difficult to believe that Pam had not been with a man, other than the rape, and had only fooled around lightly with her schoolmate and friend.

A black woman was bent over at the waist with a fat cock filling her pussy while her face was being pushed into the juicy cunt of a sitting white girl who had a cock in each hand and a pair of fake tits that were already splattered with cum. Another folder named, "Jills," contained dozens of photos of lesbian sex. There were girls and women eating each other's pussies in sixty-nines. Close-ups of pretty faces pressed against smooth cunts. Pictures of sexy girls kissing, and of naked young bodies held tightly together under a shower head.

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.

Chapter 15 (Lesbian x Threesome.) Mia’s POV I don’t even know how to start this without sounding like a complete mess. Maybe because I am. Lori and I were walking across the hallway that afternoon with our fingers intertwined as we were laughing loudly about some stupid article in that Teenage magazine she swears by even though I had no interest in them. She said they were something about pastel nails, bbls and the biggest tea about the top power lesbian couples.

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.

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.

Nobody in the underworld was innocent. Some of us were worse than the others. Nonetheless, that chip could put all of us behind bars and get us executed. It would expose our world, but not only the Thorns of Omertà’s world, but also all of the others. Kingpins. Billionaire Kings. Cosa Nostra. Cartels. Yakuza.

Each thrusts of her cock drives me nuts, the ridges of her dick drives brutally, her tail pulls out of my ass only to manifest another thick appendage—this one ridged like her cock—and shoves back in, double-penetrating my ass while her main cock wrecks my cunt. I’m screaming now, voice hoarse, pleasure so intense it borders on agony. My pussy spasms wildly, squirting again in messy arcs that splatter the wall and floor. Cum from earlier leaks out around her shaft with every thrust, creamy and thick. “Beg for my cum,” she snarls, teeth grazing my neck. “Tell me you’re my possessed little whore.” “I’m yours—your whore—please fill me, breed me, ruin me!” The words rip out between sobs. Lira sm

After about fifteen minutes of waiting in the lounge, he heard giggles of a group of girls, and then Madison entered with two other girls, all naked and completely shocked to see him. "Who are you?" Madison's soft voice came, soft but firm. She raised a brow at him, her nipples pointing straight at him and he didn't even bother to look away from those monster tits. He had only seen such massive breasts in p**n, never in real life, and now he was staring at them? Nothing was going to stop him now from claiming her and making her his. Killian was known for being promiscuous. He never cared about any girl enough to keep her after he had gotten what he wanted...the warmth of her pussy. Love didn

I did it again today. I visited my girlfriend at work. Reprobate writer seeks innocent Melanie for backseat naughtiness in underground parking lot. Yes, I’ve been wicked again. Spank me, Jesus. Before this gets too confusing, what with “blow jobs” in the title, let me clarify: I’m a woman, Mela- nie’s a woman—we’re a lesbian couple—but while I’m a woman with a pussy, my girlfriend’s a woman with a cock. She’s trans, hence the mention of blow jobs. So that’s one mystery solved.