Lesbian Spit Swap Novels & Stories

She focused on not choking while Lira used her mouth like a hole. When Lira finally pulled free, strings of spit connected cock to lips. She wiped Maya’s face with her thumb, then flipped her over onto all fours. “Ass.” Maya braced. Lira spit again, pushed the head against her hole, and sank in with one steady thrust. Maya’s arms shook. The stretch burned, then turned into that full, punishing pressure. Lira didn’t wait. She started pounding, hips slamming, balls—when the fuck did she grow those?, slapping against Maya’s cunt.

Her clit throbbed under Lana’s relentless tongue. Lana fisted her harder, sucking aggressively on her swollen clit while her knuckles grazed Raven’s G-spot with every thrust. Raven came violently, squirting all over Lana’s arm and face, her body convulsing as clear fluid sprayed across the sheets. But Lana wasn’t satisfied. She climbed on top, locking their legs together in a tight scissor position. Their wet, swollen pussies pressed flush against each other. Lana started grinding hard, their slick folds sliding and rubbing, clits bumping with every roll of her hips.

They kissed messily, tongues fucking each other’s mouths while their hips moved in perfect rhythm. Lydia reached between them and slipped two fingers into Mila’s tight, dripping hole while continuing to grind their clits together. “Fuuuuck— Lydia— finger my cunt harder— oh shit— you’re stretching me so good— ahhh—!” Mila cried, head falling back. “You’re so fucking wet,” Lydia whimpered, pumping her fingers faster. “Such a nasty, horny lesbian whore for me.” Mila slid her hand down and thrust three fingers deep into Lydia’s pussy in return. “Take my fingers, you dirty slut— mmmph— your cunt is swallowing them— fuuuuck— grind on me while I fuck you—!”

Yan Sha loosened her top slowly and Mo Tian licked a trail down before sitting up to watch the same effect. “I didn’t know saliva is more effective than me touching you.” “I didn’t either.” He admitted slowly. “Swapping spit is not what I thought I would be doing with you today. Forgetting the doctor’s orders as I doubt he knows who you are. I assume reversing—“

"I can’t wait." "That’s my girl," Liv said with a grin I could hear through the phone. "Now go pack. I’ll see you bright and early." We ended the call, and I sat there for a moment, phone still in hand, feeling a strange mix of nerves and anticipation. The idea of going back to Vermont stirred up a lot of memories—some good, some painful especially because it was in Vermont that I’d accepted this wife swap deal, not knowing that it would be one of the last times I’d see my sister again. But with Liv by my side, it felt a little less daunting. It felt like, maybe, I wasn’t facing all of this completely alone.

"Don't try anything funny, okay? Some of the girls are still underage." She nodded vigorously with a wide smile. To our surprise, no one stopped us. I guess it was because they saw my VIP pass, or that they probably thought Karmen was one of the models. Elise was quite a familiar face that everyone just smiled at her as they passed by. Everything went smoothly. We got into the dressing room again. Girls walked around the place in their sexy underwear. "Oh my ovaries," Karmen breathed as she looked at them. "This is how lesbians get pregnant."

Squirt of squirt of McKenzie's hot juice filled my mouth, mixing with my spit, and filling me up. "Oh god, move!" Clara moaned, McKenzie splashed the last little bit of her sperm on my cheek and then moved aside. Now Clara was standing in front of me, still stroking hard, fast and close to the tip. She was biting her lip and chanting "Come on baby" over and over again. Then, she let out a monstrous scream, so loud I was afraid that it would bring in the guards. But before I could think anything else, she thrust her hips forward, placing the tip of her cock against my teeth. She came hard, a huge wad of sperm splashed against my teeth, most spilling into my mouth, but some rolling down my lip

Lila crouched in front of my face, holding my chin up so the audience could see every tear and drool. She spat into my open mouth. “Swallow, you disgusting toilet slut. And tell them why you’re here. Tell them what your boring husband would think if he saw his perfect little wife right now, tits covered in wax and cunt stretched around a stranger’s cock in front of the whole club.”

In chaste bands, the matrons of Elysium honored their new queen with songs before the newlywed goddesses went to their secluded room. Through the open windows, the breeze from the five rivers carried the sound of hissing waves dashed against the thirsty black shore. Inside the chamber, a bronze brazier burned away with its brilliant flames. The flower-scented space was finely lit like a dream. Their marriage bed was neatly made for them with red petals of roses laid beautifully. With genial and kindly fashion, Hades induced her young wife to sit on a soft cushioned seat beside herself.

She's got moonglow tits that bob in night waters, perfect round globes like curled-up white rabbits with black peaks of areola and gray nipples because she's all poison and ebony eyes and milky skin. She's curled up in my closet in a nest fit for the Zu bird and sweet seraph curses and she crows and speaks the language of birds that are girls, or girls that are monsters, with scaled legs and owl wings from ancient Sumerian carvings, but she's not perched on two lions, her thin wan legs are jumping on your bed and you're throwing pillows at each other and painting her lips and talons with a pop of cherry poison. It's all fun and games until arsenic kisses and slashed throats of words fly, it'