Lesbian Spit Swap Novels & Stories

My clit is swollen and aching, throbbing in time with every throat-fucking thrust. Lira pulls back just enough for me to gasp a desperate breath, strings of thick spit connecting my swollen lips to her glistening cock. Then she slaps the heavy cock across my face twice, leaving shiny streaks of my own saliva and her precum across my flushed cheeks and parted lips. I whine, tongue stuck out and chasing the cock, licking frantically at the underside, sucking one of her fat balls into my mouth and humming around it while she strokes herself over my face.

This time I have the Chance to hold onto him until he softens and falls out. "Creampie #2" a further announcement. My co slut is now standing, bent over getting spit roasted by two guys yet to cum in me, the one in her pussy has her by the waist pushing and pulling her onto him. The one in her mouth has his hands round the back of her neck doing the same to her throat, she's dribbling streams of spit from her mouth onto the floor, her hands are on his thighs trying to soften the attack on her mouth. Her pussy is dribbling down her inner thighs leaving pools of almost the same consistency.

Each one of them was accompanied by a loud slapping of skin and the disgusting sound of flesh, which was swallowing Marcus’ huge cock up to the root. Liam moved forward and grabbed a handful of her hair, pushing his spit-covered cock into her mouth, not letting her breathe. He was also fucking her mouth, but now it was done at the same pace as Marcus was fucking her hole, turning her into a spit roast between them. Saliva ropes were flowing from the corners of her stretched lips and dropping onto the life jackets underneath her. Mascara was dripping in black rivers on her cheeks. Every time Marcus bottomed out in her pussy, she felt how Liam’s cock hit her throat, making her gag. “Look at th

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.

“Spit.” She obeys. Her spit warms my palm. I coat my shaft with the moisture, my control rapidly slipping away, my skin burning alive from being this fucking close to her. I run the tip of my dick against her slick lips, savouring the sight of us about to be joined. I didn't even need the spit. She’s so fucking wet. She moans as I slide the head up and down, lubricating myself with her wetness. I slip in to get a taste.

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.

I thought maybe I'd imagined it. It wasn't until the baby shower that the truth hit me. Damian, trying to make it a big deal, threw a joint party with Caleb and Betty. That's when I saw their son—and he had the same birthmark on his arm. I knew right then. They'd swapped my baby for theirs, wanting their kid to have the life mine was supposed to. I wanted to scream, call them out right there. But Rick, my real son, looked so tiny and fragile next to Hugo. It crushed me. Then I noticed how Betty was looking at Damian, and I swallowed the anger.

Looking at Jennifer's innocent smile now, I wanted nothing more than to lunge forward and cut her into a thousand pieces to avenge myself. Still, heaven took pity on how miserably I died in my last life and gave me a second chance. They let me come back to deal with these four scum, and I even awakened the Pregnancy Swap System. Seeing that I had not responded, Jennifer's syrupy voice rang out again. "You don't think it's terrible, do you, Fiona? I'm not very good at making wine, but I picked every plum myself. I chose only the best and largest ones and spent two whole months preparing this."

The nurse was visibly taken aback as she explained, "Sir, we live in an era of gender equality. So, a daughter is just as valuable." Before Dad could even process her words, the nurse had already held Juliette upright in front of his face. As soon as her features came into sharp focus, his pupils dilated. Just then, Mom charged out of the delivery room, screaming at the top of her lungs. "They swapped them. They swapped our baby!" She seized Dad's arm so tightly that her fingernails nearly dug into his flesh. "They're conspiring against me! They must be afraid we won't treat that little bastard! I know what I gave birth to; it was a boy!"

"It's about time you let go! What was ever so great about that guy, anyway? Leah, since you're finally leaving it to us, I will definitely help you find someone better. No need to stay fixated on someone I never approved of to begin with!" Before I could say anything else, a sudden gasp rose from the crowd. Fireworks exploded overhead in brilliant colors. It should've been a romantic scene. But all I felt was cold. I looked at the man who had just accused me of being controlling—right after embracing his first love—and suddenly felt my father might've been right. Even though I had never been controlling with Jayden. Not once. I knew him through an online chatroom when I was in college abroad