Lesbian Tribbing Sex Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The dimly lit loft pulsed with a low, sensual hum, velvet curtains drawn to shield the night outside, the air thick with perfume and anticipation. I stood near the bar, my silk dress clinging to my skin, the fabric teasing my curves as I surveyed the room, my adventurous spirit drawn to the whispered rumors of this exclusive gathering. I’d explored my desires before, but the promise of a lesbian orgy—a tangle of women lost in pleasure—ignited a wildfire in my core, my pussy tingling with eager curiosity as the first guests arrived.

Lena swallowed it eagerly, her addiction turning even the most degrading acts into pure pleasure. The dirty talk became nonstop. "This is your new life now, whore." "Every night you hear us gaming, you crawl over here on all fours." "We are going to turn your apartment into a free use glory hole." Lena came so many times her body started shaking uncontrollably. Her pussy was bright red and swollen. Cum poured out of her with every thrust. At one point they had three cocks in her pussy at the same time while two more tried to stretch her asshole. The intense stretching made her squirt violently across the room.

Heat and pressure and the desperate certainty that this might be the last time. After, they lay tangled. Breathing hard. Reality seeping back. "We're terrible people," Trina whispered. "The worst." "Hope deserves better parents." "She got us. That's the tragedy." She laughed. Actually laughed. "How is this funny?" "Because we're flying toward probable death and we just had sex in a storage closet like teenagers. We're absurd." "We're human." "Barely." He held her tighter. "If we survive tomorrow, if we somehow win, what happens to us?"

Just as I felt the edge approaching, Tasha pulled her fingers out completely. She spanked me hard—five sharp blows across both cheeks that left me gasping. Then she reached for something on the nightstand. I heard the soft click of a bottle opening. Cool liquid dripped between my cheeks, sliding down over my pussy. Tasha's fingers returned, spreading the lube, pressing one slick finger against my ass. She pushed slowly, working the tip inside, stretching me open while her other hand returned to my clit. Monica shifted, lying back and pulling my upper body forward until I was half on top of her. My bound wrists rested against her stomach. She guided my face back between her legs, this time pr

She reached for me and we kissed again, moaning into each other’s mouths while the men used us. “Ride his face,” he commanded. “Grind that greedy cunt on him.” I did. I rocked my hips, smearing all my juices all over Ryan’s mouth and chin. He sucked my clit hard, two fingers pushing into my ass, opening me up. The pressure was insane. Then they switched to me. Her dad pulled me onto him. His massive cock pressed against my tight asshole and slowly forced its way in. The burn was intense and overwhelming. I whimpered, but Lena was there, kissing me, whispering. “You can take it baby, let him stretch you.”

She reaches down and spreads my legs, then shifts so her pussy is pressed directly against mine. The sensation of her wet heat against me makes us both moan. "This is called tribbing," she says, starting to move her hips. "Also known as scissoring, though I hate that term. It's fucking. Pure and simple." She grinds against me and the friction is incredible. Our clits are rubbing together, our wetness mixing, and I've never felt anything like this. "Touch yourself," she orders. "Play with your tits while I fuck you."

Anna kept licking me through every wave until I was shaking and oversensitive, almost whimpering. She uncuffed one wrist, rolled us, and pulled me on top of her so our wet cunts pressed together. She gripped my ass hard and forced the friction, our clits sliding with every deep grind of our hips. We moved against each other, kissing messily, until I came a third time, grinding down, and she followed with a low broken sound against my neck. Anna traced a slow line down my stomach, her fingers still shiny with me. “You’re still going to write the story, aren’t you?”

He ended with a deep sigh then returned his gaze to the sea. Logan looked at the Tribrid before him. He remembered how it was so ridiculous to him that a being like Axel existed and it always made him think that there were more like Axel out there. A Tribrid, half werewolf, half vampire, half witch. It had been so many years but he hadn't digested the shock at all. "Is Jason aware?" Axel suddenly asked which obviously marked the end of the weird mermaid talk. Logan's blood red eyes turned fierce.

Damien leaned in closer, his breath brushing against my ear as he spoke. “Be a good girl and spread your legs for me, Serena. Don’t make me ask twice.” My legs slowly fell open again, almost like they had a mind of their own. My hands were shaking as I slid one back between my thighs, gently rubbing my swollen, aching clit. Damien watched every movement with hungry eyes. “Louder,” he ordered. “Moan like you were before. I want to hear how much of a needy little slut you really are.” A broken whimper escaped my lips as I pushed two fingers inside my soaked hole, slowly pumping them in and out while rubbing my clit with my other hand. This is just like the books I read… am I not lucky?

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier