Medieval Lesbian Porn Novels & Stories

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.

The girl continued, “It’s perfectly fine to have a lady on the side. Every man does! Some of the lords in the village are even shamed for keeping only one woman at their house!” Leila peeked through a crack in the earthen wall. Gritta was straddling a man as he laid on a floor of thick straw. She moved her body up and down, and her hair was messy and loose over her bare shoulders. Her chubby flesh was squeezed into her tight corset. She supported herself against the pile of straw and moaned. “I want to ride you every day. Ah…my pussy got wet when I was pouring ale and cleaning the tables. Whenever I thought about you, I couldn’t help but insert my own fingers inside my…um… How do you feel? D

There’s no faking it in the slightest when I lose control, my pussy squelching as I moan like Beverlythe whore. I’m a wreck on the bed when I’m done coming and he pulls the dildo out of me. I could lie here in the aftermath all night long, but he wastes no time in going back to the mini bar and gesturing me over with a click of his fingers. Fuck. My whole body is wobbly as I drop to the floor and crawl to him. I’m sure my makeup must be a total mess as I grin up at User 677 like he’s a king. “More champagne, little whore?”

She managed a lot of my clubs and businesses and occasionally, I granted her the honor of riding my dick. “Not tonight,” I sighed, my patience already thinning as Emilia disappeared from the frame again. Normally, I’d be happy to fuck Amber. She was one of the few women who let me explore my fantasies...tying her up, gagging her with her own underwear, blindfolding her, making her beg to cum, and bending her entirely to my will. But the only moves I wanted to see were from a bratty girl in my house in Italy as I fucked her.

Oanez let out a guttural sound from the back of her throat as Aleric stepped trailed and slipped a finger inside Oanez's wide open p*ssy. Then the old woman laid on the floor, and she watched as her husband mounted her, his manhood disappearing and up into the woman, and appearing seconds later. Horror, fear, anger, and disgust held her in place as they continued their tryst. Dimly, she became aware that the other witches in the hall were now engaged in different sexual acts of their own. "Wanna Join, cunt?" laughed a witch in her face as another stopped dove n and began to s*ck the woman's

“You insult the sacred rites. This isn’t the brothel you crawled out of.” “No,” Jasmine said, climbing the first step of the dais. “But it stinks the same. Men in charge. Secrets under the floorboards. Fear dressed in tradition.” She climbed another step. Then another. Until she was eye level with them. “Do you want to know what I found?” she asked, tone sharpened to a blade. “In the rooms beneath this hall?” A hush settled. Only Kade moved. Far in the shadows. Watching. “Ledger books,” Jasmine said. “With names. Payments. Rituals that haven’t been sanctioned in decades. Women who were promised protection... sold.”

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Story 8: Queen of the Pack** **Chapter 2** The full moon still hung high as the ritual continued deep into the night. Selene lay on the moss-covered stone altar, legs spread wide, body glistening with sweat and the cum of three powerful alphas. Her pussy and ass were red, swollen, and leaking thick rivers of seed. Her breasts were marked with bites and handprints. She had never felt so thoroughly used… or so powerfully alive.

Then the older woman pushed her finger into the younger lady’s tight pussy while her tongue went over her clit together. I did the same. Pushing two fingers into my pussy. “Ahhh,” I exclaimed as my fingers pushed into my pussy hole, slowly meeting resistance. An electric sensation gripped me. More deep thrusts followed, my hungry pussy wanting more and more with every deep. Then it came. The urge to pee. But I didn’t stop. I continued. Dipping and fucking, my hips rolling into the bed as I rode over my fingers, gaze fixed on my laptop screen. The older lady had the younger on her back now, fucking her with a strap on dildo. “Fuck me,” I moaned softly, my teeth clenched tightly as I felt it c

A cruel crotch rope ran between her legs, the coarse fibers soaked in her flowing juices, grinding mercilessly against her swollen clit and pressing deep into her tight asshole. Lian was positioned even more sacrilegiously — suspended in a strict hogtie directly above Mei Ling, wrists bound to ankles, back arched sharply so her perky breasts hung downward and her tight young pussy and tiny pink asshole hovered inches above her fellow nun’s face. The position forced her dripping cunt to drip warm strands of arousal onto Mei Ling’s lips and tongue. The chamber echoed with their soft, broken whimpers and the distant, haunting sound of monastery bells in the rain.

"Taking your cousin's cock like a good girl." They started moving together,Damon thrust deep and steady, whispering dirty loving words. "This pussy belongs to family now and no one else will ever feel how perfect you are." Lily wrapped her legs around him, meeting every thrust,the taboo made it intense knowing his blood was the same as hers, that this was forbidden but felt like coming home. He flipped her over, taking her from behind, one hand rubbing her clit while he pounded harder Lily came again, her pussy squeezing around him, soaking the sheets,the pleasure was so strong she saw stars.