Medieval Lesbian Porn Novels & Stories

The room was intimate: dim lighting, a large one-way mirror overlooking another play space, deep couches, and a fully stocked bar cart. Through the glass, a scene was already unfolding. A beautiful woman with crimson hair was bound in intricate rope to a padded St. Andrew’s cross, her body arched and gleaming with oil. Her Dom—a muscular man with a commanding presence—teased her with a flogger, the leather tails kissing her breasts, stomach, and thighs. Her moans carried faintly through hidden speakers. Damien sat and pulled me onto his lap again, my back to his chest, legs spread over his thighs. His hand slipped under the robe and between my legs, fingers gliding through my slick folds. “W

Soon they were standing on opposite sides of his big old-fashioned bed. Karen was thinking of Mallory and Armina in the mews, imagining her taking his cock in her mouth and sucking it till he came. At the same time she remembered her nights in the Dower House when first Armina and then Celine had awakened her to the wonders of lesbian sex. She was burning, steamy, nectar escaping from her love-hole to make a wet patch on her breeches.

My eyes widened, I thought everyone went home, I asked. Well, this is home, Celyn replied. I watched as she walked to a lady, the prettiest girl among our midst, her legs were separated apart while Celyn lowered her head licking the liquid that was escaping from her pussy. Uhnn, juicy just like always, Celyn complimented while the lady touched her boobs. I stood still, couldn’t believe what I was seeing, couldn’t close my eyes either. I know I am no saint but being a lesbian is a no for me.

The manor’s chamber glowed with the soft flicker of renewed candles, the velvet curtains swaying slightly in the draft, the air heavy with the musk of our earlier passion. My body lay sprawled on the mat, cum and sweat coating my skin, pussy and ass aching with a delicious soreness, my mind reeling from the Coven’s initiation. The women surrounded me, their robes and lingerie disheveled, eyes glinting with a renewed hunger, ready to deepen the bond forged in the night’s shadows. The thrill of their collective dominance, the taboo of this sacred orgy, pulsed through me, my clit throbbing despite the exhaustion, a testament to the insatiable desire they’d awakened.

The e-mail showed that Selena was Googling pornographic websites - specifically sites which catalogued and stored sex stories. As he checked the screenshots and the text which was being typed into the search bar, he found that she was looking for stories which dealt with S&M, dominance and submission, bondage and humiliation. The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later.

I am actually attracted to both sex but Anna claims to be a lesbian and she has been given one of the best lesbian sex for the past two weeks. She placed me on top of the sink. She grabbed my thighs and pushed her head in between them. “Oh Shit!” I grabbed her hair softly and she licked my wet pussy. She also came along with a vibrator, and I loved how she made me feel while she was making use of it. My whole nerves were already yearning to be touched around every sensitive part of my body. I took the vibrator from her and slowly moved it around her stiffened nipples. She bit her lips softly as she moaned. She didn't stop touching my exposed breast as I moved the vibrator from her breast slo

5 LEAH'S POV “Jesusㅡ Jesusㅡ” “It's not time to fucking pray, sister Leah.” Father Damon grunted under me, hand reaching between us to rub at my sensitive clit. My pussy was dripping wet, soaking the thighs of father Damon as my stomach began to tighten in knots, a clear sign of my impending orgasm. I whimpered, sandwiched between the two priests' massive bodies. Every thrust made a wet, squelching sound as their dicks moved in and out of my holes. Father Matthias reached around to grab my bouncing breasts, squeezing them hard while Father Damon spanked my ass with both hands.

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

The dusty attic felt warmer and safer. Suddenly, I felt a budding arousal growing in me. See the girls huddled together reminded me of my lesbian p**n addiction. What would it feel like if all of use practiced an orgy? I realised I wanted more than these stories tonight. Celestine picked up my phone from the cushion. A notification lit the screen. Her eyes widened gently. "Isabelle. This notification—it’s from a lesbian p**n site. You were watching that?"

They kissed messily, tongues fucking each other’s mouths while their hips moved in perfect rhythm. Lydia reached between them and slipped two fingers into Mila’s tight, dripping hole while continuing to grind their clits together. “Fuuuuck— Lydia— finger my cunt harder— oh shit— you’re stretching me so good— ahhh—!” Mila cried, head falling back. “You’re so fucking wet,” Lydia whimpered, pumping her fingers faster. “Such a nasty, horny lesbian whore for me.” Mila slid her hand down and thrust three fingers deep into Lydia’s pussy in return. “Take my fingers, you dirty slut— mmmph— your cunt is swallowing them— fuuuuck— grind on me while I fuck you—!”