Short Lesbian Sex Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My pussy and ass were throbbing and leaking, but I felt happier than I had in years. “But Jamie…” Lena said quietly, kissing my forehead, “this can’t be a one-time thing. I’m going to keep fucking you. Even if it means sneaking around behind my sister’s back.” I looked up at her, heart racing. “I don’t want it to be one time either,” I admitted. Lena smiled wickedly and slid her hand between my legs again, gently rubbing my oversensitive clit. “Good. Because I’m far from finished with you tonight…”

Jacob let out a breathy laugh, his dark eyes locked on her. "Condom?" she asked, arching a brow. “Trousers," he replied, holding in a strangled moan. Reaching for his discarded trousers, she pulled out a condom from his wallet and rolled it onto him with care. She climbed back into position, her legs bracketing his hips as she prepared to take control. His hands gripped her waist tightly as she lowered herself onto him, inch by inch, her body stretching to accommodate him. It had been a long time, and the tightness was uncomfortable, but it was mixed with a delicious pleasure that made her shiver. "You feel so good," she breathed, her voice trembling with need. Jacob responded with a sharp s

All characters are 18 years or older. This story can be read as a stand-alone. If you would like to read more about the main characters, please check out "In Love With A Lesbian Episodes" in the First Time category. This story contains elements of anal, exhibitionism, group (mmf and mff), mild reluctance, toys, lesbian, and of course lots of sex. Austin, Alanna and their housemates play Strip Poker on a rainy day and everyone gets frisky.

“What?” She glanced around,no cars, no one close enough to overhear and then asked, “Are you… mainly a lesbian?” A corner of my mouth tugged upward. “Yeah,” I said easily, “at school I am.” She looked curious, almost mischievous now. “Do you… know about the 69 position? We should try it.” Her words caught me off guard. I shot her a side glance, my brow lifting. “If your first lesbian sex was with me, how do you even know you want to try that?”

What I got for my ingenuity was an eyeful. Massimo was taking doggy style to a new level. One of his legs was mounted on the bed while the other was anchored to the floor. He had a white-knuckle grip of her waist to steady her in place as he catapulted his long, thick schlong furiously into her twat. He was banging her bottom almost maliciously. The look on her face was priceless. Every single striking stroke was hitting its mark.

May the lust win. Miсhaela stооd by me. We smоосhed tоgether like teenagers. She rubbed my penis thrоugh my pants. I сaressed her breasts. After a shоrt time a gоng соuld be heard. I соuld hardly believe that 3 minutes have already passed.

She licked the sweat from his throat and promised worse. The obsession sharpened in every city. Budapest: sex in the shadowed alley behind the opera house minutes before curtain, his hand over her mouth, strangers twenty feet away. Amsterdam: a midnight canal boat where he bent her over the rail and fucked her while tourists drifted past on another boat, close enough to touch. Barcelona: he tied her spread-eagle to the bedposts with the silk sashes from hotel robes and used a wand on her clit until she was speaking in tongues, then flipped her over and took her ass until she blacked out for three blissful seconds.

"Sex is always... boring with him so I never cum. I've been faking my orgasm since we got married." Seraphine felt the sweet sensation stop. Perhaps he was shocked. Maybe. The feather continued its maddening path, tracing the outline of her labia, dipping slightly into her entrance before retreating. Her muscles tensed, straining against the cuffs. "I'm tired of pleasuring myself... I want a rough fuck by a real man," she continued, the words pouring out of her now, fueled by the teasing and the darkness. He clicked his tongue, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "Interesting wishes whore"

My mind screamed yes, more, fuck me right here on this couch where Jake sits every night. He broke the kiss, breathing heavy, forehead pressed to mine. “We shouldn’t… but goddamn, I’ve wanted this too. Those little shorts you wear around the house, bending over in front of me. Teasing me every damn time.” I laughed softly, wild and needy, nipping at his bottom lip. “Then take it. Jake’s gone all day. We’re alone. Touch me like you mean it.” I shoved his hand inside my shorts, past my panties, letting his thick fingers slide through my slick folds. Two pushed inside me easy, curling just right, and I cried out, clenching around them. So full already.