Lesbian Spit Swap Novels & Stories

I leaned forward slightly and my tongue found her clit while my fingers found her still relaxed, aroused, and spunk-coated arse as I licked her clit, three fingers fucked her rectal passage. She came twice before I filled her daughter's mouth with my spunk which Gina ordered her not to swallow as she climbed from the chair. She lifted Sandra's head above her own and opened her mouth; Sandra opened hers and I watched as my spunk dropped from daughter to mother. Believe me, when I tell you that to see mother and daughter swap spunk is one hell of an erotic sight. We were now thirsty and hungry, so I suggested we went out for a meal and drink. Gina wore a sleeveless top and short skirt, stockin

The taste of my ass mixed with her spit made me even wetter. Lila flipped around into a 69 and lowered her dripping pussy onto my face as before. I didn’t wait, I pushed into her cunt with my tongue, sucking her swollen clit and tongue-fucking her hole while she did the same to me. We were both moaning and slurping loudly, faces buried in each other’s pussies, hips grinding desperately. She reached back and spread my soft ass cheeks, then spat directly on my asshole before pushing her tongue inside it. The feeling made me scream into her pussy.

The taste of my ass mixed with her spit made me even wetter. Lila flipped around into a 69 and lowered her dripping pussy onto my face as before. I didn’t wait, I pushed into her cunt with my tongue, sucking her swollen clit and tongue-fucking her hole while she did the same to me. We were both moaning and slurping loudly, faces buried in each other’s pussies, hips grinding desperately. She reached back and spread my soft ass cheeks, then spat directly on my asshole before pushing her tongue inside it. The feeling made me scream into her pussy.

“I do not want to know what they say.” Vanessa leaned in like she was about to reveal the secret of life. “Tall men usually come with tall problems. Like you are gonna need two hands...and a prayer, girl.” Lydia howled into her pillow “Now,” Vanessa said, like she was teaching a masterclass, “back to class. Spit is your friend.” “What?” Lydia peeked out from under her pillow, eyes wide “Yeah, you heard me right,” Vanessa said with zero shame. “Spit is your friend. Be messy, babe. Sloppy is sexy. Dripping, choking a little, they love that shit.”

“Clean it up slut.” Sophia opened her mouth next and he shoved inside her deep, fucking her throat until she gagged and drooled all over her tits. He spat in to "Making it earlier for you slut" Riley and Amara watched silently in total awe and disgusting. Heat building in between each of their legs. “Good. Now the others. Show them their place.” He made Sophia crawl over and kiss Riley’s pussy first, then Amara’s. Forced lesbian shit. The girls didn’t fight it anymore. They spread their legs and let Sophia lick while Daniel stroked himself.

"You and Mom having sex with other people since shortly after you married? Does that mean someone else could be my father, or my brother's only my half brother?" "Oh, no, pumpkin. We'd stop having sex with others when she was trying to get pregnant. No, you're definitely mine all right and so's your brother." "So you just have sex with other people, go out on dates and such?" Lisa inquired. "No, no dates. We didn't want to do anything behind each others backs. We have sex with others as a couple, either spouse swapping with other couples or having group orgies with several other couples. It can get kind of wild, as you might expect. Women with women, guys with guys, everyone with everyone el

What’s going on? ‘Joel, honey. These are my friends, Lisa, Shelly, and Gloria. They work with me.’ I nod. She goes on, ‘We were sunning by the pool, and somehow the subject of blow jobs came up, and then it evolved to deep throating, so we came up here to see if we could do it.’ Gloria takes the banana out of her mouth. Eyeing my somewhat bulging crotch, she licks her lips and says,

Still, when we revved up again, we began in the familiar arms of our respective mates. We pulled back the zillion thread-count sheets on the king-size bed—anticipating some fine old-school boning. After some preliminary touching and canoodling, things moved fast. Layla and I started going at it in missionary, while Brittany and Jack embraced each other and looked on. Then they took their place beside us on the bed, also going the missionary route. It was as if they were mirroring us. It was pretty cool. As we all fucked, the two women clasped hands. They were enjoying our pummeling dicks, but they were also now in the mood for a sapphic interlude.

Harper smiled at me like I’d hung the moon. Jamie snapped their fingers in support. Leah fist pumped. Dani whispered, “Slay.” Then Sienna spoke. “I used to think ‘queer’ fit me better,” she said softly. “But now I think lesbian fits too. Like it doesn’t feel scary anymore.” I nudged her. “Because you have amazing taste in girlfriends.” She snorted so loudly someone dropped a pen. The meeting kept going people sharing stories, tiny wins, and stupid moments. Leah talked about her crush on the girl who works at Smoothie King.

After Axel's smooth talk, combined with his perfectly polished appearance, a few girls were successfully deceived. I smirked, thinking, 'What a joke—those "fake marriage" partners are just some shady old men from the underworld!' I glanced at Emma, noticing the same skeptical expression on her face. 'Hah—rarely do we sisters see eye to eye on anything.' As the girls, full of hope for the future, prepared to follow Axel, I immediately stopped them. "Don't go! It's a trap! You think you'll live a life of luxury there? You're just selling your bodies!"