Lesbian Spit Swap Novels & Stories

Lyra stood barefoot. She cut her palm. “House,” she whispered, “Take this. Take the night I woke up alone. Take the fear. Take the pain. Leave me my family.” Her blood dripped into the basin. The crystal exploded with white light. Lyra screamed. Not because it hurt. Because something was leaving her. The accident. The swap. The cold awakening. Gone. She collapsed. Kael caught her before she hit the floor. “Lyra. Look at me.”

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'

and “the little best-friend cumdump we’re going to ruin for any other man.” They rotated like that for hours — every hole used, every combination. They made me ride two cocks at once (Jake and Tyler in my pussy together, stretching me obscene) while Mark fucked my throat. Cum-swapping became their favorite game: one would pull out of my ass and shove straight into my mouth so I could taste the filthy mix, then back in again. I lost count of how many loads they pumped into me. My pussy and ass were overflowing, white cum leaking out in messy globs every time they thrust.

In the chaos of it all, I caught sight of Blake racing toward us, and beside me, Leila pretending to be flustered and afraid. A wave of anger surged in my chest. Men who flirt with every woman that passes by—they're the worst. Without wasting another second, I turned and swam hard toward her. A choice between the two of us? Did I look like the kind of woman who waited for a man to come save her? Not only would I save myself, but I wouldn't let her be saved by him either.

" I hit the gas and drove off. I returned the gift, went back to my apartment, and packed my things. Now all I had to do was wait for the appointment—then I'd be moving in with my new groom. After dinner, one of my studio colleagues called. I braced myself, thinking she was going to tell me we'd lost money on canceled wedding flowers. I was about to say I'd cover it—but she was crying. "Ms. Powell, what do we do? The national floral exhibition project—Derek stole it. They bid half our price. "But the flowers are already on the way. If we lose the deal, we eat the cost ourselves. That's easily over a million…"

"I understand. They're undergoing orgasm denial all day with Slave Trainers today, but I want them to enjoy themselves as well, and by watching them engage in sex, it's beneficial to my own libido, but I'm looking for something other than oral sex positions to watch." "On Memorial Day, you saw a couple of the women doing what we lesbians call scissoring or tribbing with another woman," Mistress Dark said. "Tribbing is really any genital to genital rubbing, while scissoring is a specific form of it. I believe Lisa did it with your Mother, so I'm sure she understands the concept. You could tell them they have to make each other orgasm without using their tongues. I'm certain they would find al

"Clothing optional?' Louisa asked, with a smirk. And she pulled her t-shirt straight over her head, damn she was cute and so fuckable... And so it was...some scenes I remember from that lost weekend... ... The girls' bodies are stretched across the bed, they're kissing deeply in a 'lesbian' embrace, their legs wide open, Jake and I are fucking them from opposite sides, then swapping around, his thick seven inches stretching my wife's cunt, my long nine inches penetrating his wife deeper than she'd ever been plumbed.. ...

“You promise?” “Yes, I promise. Now let's go." “Wait, Mum. Let's spit shake," DJ spat in his palm and stretched his little hand out for his mum to shake. Celeste sighed, thinking she wouldn't have this problem if she had a girl, but she wouldn't change DJ for the world. Celeste stretched her palm for him to shake. “Wait, mum. You have to spit in yours too." Lucas was still standing there watching the mother/son exchange a spit handshake. Celeste did a quick survey of the area to see if anyone saw them. Then she saw a grinning Lucas watching.

I scream at her as I tighten her windpipe. London opens her mouth and I use that as an opportunity to spit in her mouth. I watch how her eyes widen in shock. "I bet you've never had a man spit in your mouth," I say as I spit into her mouth again. London shakes her head in denial. "Well, I'll spit in your mouth whenever you get bitchy and act like a slut. Now, swallow," I instruct. I watch how London closes her mouth and swallow my spit in her mouth. If I was turned on before, this just made me groan with ultimate pleasure.