Lesbian Visual Novels & Stories

Love, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian

“I still wanna know, bisexual women feel both dick and pussy, right?” Joe was drunk, talking in Zahn's face. “Now, people claim that lesbians don't feel dick at all. How's that possible?” Zahn looked at him like he was annoying her. “That's cause they don't.”

[ A lésbian woman seduces and fúcks her coworker's straight wife to prove a point and ends up enjoying it.] I've been a lésbian for as long as I can remember, and I’ve never hidden it. I fúck women with fire in my veins, and I crave the ones who are deliciously out of reach or secretly off-limits.

I clutched the robe tighter. She smiled, slow, lethal. “Investors. Collectors. Men—and a few women—who pay seven figures for exclusivity. Live feeds, private screenings, custom cuts.” She tapped the screen; a new folder opened—ARCHIVE. Dozens of thumbnails cascaded: women, men, couples, all bound, all filmed, all catalogued by date, “trial number,” and a star rating. Some faces were blurred; others weren’t. “You’re not the first, Lena. But you might be the best. Your orgasm face alone is worth a quarter million.” I backed up until the bed hit my knees, the mattress dipping under my weight. “I didn’t sign up for p**n.”

Not yet, baby," I said as I pulled my cock out of her slippery hole and told her to finger herself. "Show me how lesbians get off without dick, Selena." I said, watching as she started masturbating, thrusting her delicate fingers vigorously in and out of her pussy, giving me a hot and steamy show as she brought herself to orgasm. "Ohhhhhh, ahhhhhh." She screamed as her body trembled violently on the bed as she shoved her fingers deep into her pussy till the last knuckles. She lay on the bed gаѕрing tо саtсh hеr brеаth as I thrust my сосk bасk into her pussy.

While the teen lesbian party was taking place Mother was entertaining two other lesbian women and they watched us at play before retiring to Mother’s grand sex boudoir for an afternoon of sexual pleasure. Both women had military experience and had come to give advice for Mother as she planned to form her own army of lesbian warriors. One of the women was a big powerfully built butch lesbian with strong bulging muscles. Meanwhile the schoolgirl orgy was in full swing with panting and screaming girls playing all over the gardens. As Emily worked my clit I felt the shuddering as an orgasm wracked my body and Emily squealed with pleasure as a jet of pussy juice erupted into her mouth. I squirted

The camera caught every detail… the way her tits bounced with each breath, the way her back arched, the way she bit her lip and whimpered, “Fuck… right there…” Lesbian p**n is so hot. We women just knew how actually to get shit done properly. “God, Nicole…” I moaned under my breath, three fingers buried deep inside my dripping pussy. I thrust them hard, matching the rhythm of the tongue on screen, pretending it was me tasting her instead. My hips rolled desperately against my hand, slick sounds filling the room as my juices coated my fingers and dripped down to my ass. I was so fucking wet it was so freaking good.

she says lightly, disappearing into the bathroom and closing the door. The second the water starts running, my hands shake with urgency. I’ve been holding back this horniness the entire drive, imagining girls eating me out. I open my laptop quickly, load the lesbian p**n site, and click on a video. Two women are going at it intensely , one on her back, legs spread wide while the other buries her face between her thighs, tongue working deep through wet folds, fingers thrusting hard.

But when I did picture them, the female ones at least, they dressed like her. But there was something else. She had these piercing blue eyes that took my breath away. And she wasn't ugly. Lesbians were supposed to be, you know, mannish and square jawed. Plain to downright homely. Instead her face was this androgynous combination of handsome femininity with soft lips and high cheekbones. I had to make myself look away.

No camaraderie between friends, none of the love which children inspire, all was a scene of boundless squalor, of unsavory boredom in every sordid relation. Shock and terror entered her heart. She had underestimated her daughter's threat and the power of her magical darts. If the earth kept going without love, all life would perish. And each immortal god would shrink and wither along with it. Venus herself had noticed the change in her beauteous person. She quickly got off her couch and stood before her massive mirror. There was a single silver hair on her godhead. A single silver hair among the gold was like a poison needle plunging deep into her heart.