Lesbian Spit Swap Novels & Stories

"Every day it’s lobster this, caviar that. Have you ever contributed a single penny?" I shot back at Marissa. … The neighbors, still lingering to watch the drama, began murmuring among themselves. Everyone in the neighborhood knew Marissa for her love of gossip and line dancing. "She’s always badmouthing someone or dancing with some old guys in the park. At her age, you’d think she’d have some shame." Realizing her usual theatrics weren’t working, Marissa clambered to her feet.

She hastily recounted, "I swapped the babies myself. You were in the hospital room at that time, and when you were discharged the next day, the baby you took was mine!" I looked at her without a trace of grief and replied, "Yes, you swapped the babies." "Then why..." Finally, Christine realized the horrifying possibility. Her face, weathered by time and hatred, filled with terror. She clutched her chest and heaved violently. "Lana, you…" Next to her, Doris fell to the floor in bewilderment. I spoke slowly. "Christine, you thought you were smooth. However, I already knew about the swap. I swapped the babies back the very same day."

As she blinked her innocent eyes at me, she said, "Congratulations on your wedding in advance, Joanna." Smiling, I tapped my glass against hers and said, "Thanks." I hadn't even used any force, but somehow, her glass tilted toward her and splashed the booze all over her dress. Celine stared at me, looking all lost and helpless as the women around us mockingly laughed. One of them, Irina Carter, was a childhood friend of mine. She'd always found Celine detestable. She said, "If she can't even hold a cocktail properly, I wonder if she'll be able to hold onto her husband when she marries into the Wright family."

“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.

As far as I know, we are doing sixty-nine positions and for me, what we did was fair and there was nothing against each other. I started to lick the middle of her cut and even the small hole I entered my tongue. And what I did to her, she also did to me. When we got tired of that position, she made me lie down and lay on top of me. I know we are the same s·x and I still don't know how to have s·x between a lesbian and real woman. But I just left it to her because I know she has the experience. Until slowly our same s·x applied, and I felt the coldness of the liquid that settled in my middle. As her body swayed slowly, I felt a strange sensation that I had never experienced with my ex-husband

They simply wanted to see London putting it in her mouth. Obliging to a free demonstration of a blowjob on stream, London was glad she chose to use smudge-proof lipstick. The first lick on stream sent the viewers crazy as they called her insane for actually doing it. Some were concerned about the contamination of gems with saliva, while others were rooting for a deep throat session.

"What were you discussing with him?" Lena asked her friend. "How to bang him after we are done here," Lisa said plainly, pouring the wine into the glass cup they came with. The lesbians were no longer in the pool, just Lena and Lisa were in now. Lisa sipped some wine and dropped the glass on the edge of the pool. She spread her arms and legs, diving into the water with butterfly strokes. She swam in a relaxing manner, and after some minutes she pulled out, her hair wet and dripping. She looked over to where Harrison was seated and his eyes were on her, she liked it.

“Don’t act like sucking on a dick is enjoyable.” Laura shrugged. “It’s fun when they’re super into it.” “Do you guys swallow or spit?” said Reagan. Everyone’s answers varied. I drank my latest cocktail, hoping no one would notice I wasn’t answering. “Mari, what about you? Spit or swallow?” said Jenna. The alcohol made my tongue loose and lying didn’t even come into my brain. “I don’t know. I’ve never given a blowjob.” The entire group stared at me like I’d admitted to enjoying having sex with furries.

The wet smack of flesh against flesh filled the stifling shack, the spicy smell of sex hanging heavy in the breathless air. “I’m coming, baby!” she bleated, reading my ragged mind. She furiously rubbed her clit, brazen body rocking in rhythm to my frantic thrusting. “No-no! Not yet!” I yelped, slamming on the sexual brakes. “There’s one more position I have to do to her – do … for you.” I pulled my brimming cock out of the blonde’s sodden sex and made myself even wetter with some spit. Then I spat manmade lube onto her bum, and she smeared it between her cheeks, knowing where I was cock headed.

In that single moment, Sabrina showed me exactly why Rebecca had warned me: breaking her completely was going to be a hell of a lot harder than I’d expected. A thick, warm glob of spit flew from her mouth and landed on my cheek with a wet slap, slowly sliding down my skin. She smiled triumphantly. I didn’t react at first. Then I slowly wiped the spit off my face, staring down at her. If she wanted to play dirty, I’d speak her language. I shoved my briefs down, letting my hard, throbbing cock spring free. Using her own spit as lube, I stroked myself slowly. Her smile vanished instantly.