Thick Lesbians Novels & Stories

"Fine," Sheila said. She knew Essence was always full of surprises, including bringing over a dozen high school cheerleaders, all of them eighteen of course, to serve as lesbian playthings for the sorority house for a night. Or taking Sheila to a bar called The Pit, where she discovered the joys of black cock. Or when they went to Boston for Spring Break (really? Who goes to Boston for spring break?) where she learned about a secret lesbian club called Le Chateau Club, which was the home of a lesbian society. They were going back there for the next Spring Break, too.

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. They emerged from the shadows, a group of women exuding confidence and desire. The leader, a tall brunette with piercing green eyes, moved with a commanding grace, her leather corset accentuating her full breasts. Beside her, a petite blonde with a mischievous smile adjusted her lace lingerie, her gaze locking onto mine. A curvy redhead with a sultry laugh joined, her hands already roaming her own body, while a fourth, a muscular woman with short black hair, watched with a hungry intensity. Toge

Emily might be on to another woman crush by next week, who knows? Jane brushed a strand of hair from Lucy's face, which never failed to make Lucy blushed. They smiled at each other again. "Sorry we're late!" Emily burst out into the room. Heather had a load of books in her arms. "What do you have with you?" Jane asked. "And please don't tell me it's one of the lesbian pulp fictions again." "But Odd Girl Out was so good!" Emily protested. Lately, the former president of Loser Club had been digging into the genre a bit too deep.

Camille reached down and rubbed her daughter’s clit while Thabo pounded her, their bodies hot, sticky, and trembling. The prolonged, filthy threesome lasted for hours — Thabo rotating between their mouths, pussies, and even fucking their tits while they kissed and licked each other’s cum-filled holes. The rich scent of wine mixed with the sharp, musky smell of sweat and sex as the mother and daughter came repeatedly, their bodies shaking and squirting together. By the end, both women lay trembling on the table, covered in layers of sweat, bruises, and thick cum, their holes gaping and leaking. Isabella looked at her mother with hazy, adoring eyes. “Maman… we both belong to him now.”

"There's a lot more to it than looking pretty..." You don't like sex?" He cut her off. "I do, but not like that." "Are you asexual?" Was he even listening to her? Talking to him was futile. How could he even think she was asexual after their first sex? "Most ladies in the slave quarters are actually bisexual, with a few lesbians. You and your twin sister need to explore a bit to figure out what you both are." "I know what I am and what I want." "Are we playing dub-sub in my bed?"

She said but the students wouldn't listen as they walked out of the class in twos and threes. The Freaks got to their normal table and found Sophia and her girls on their table. "Excuse me," Laura said to them but they wouldn't listen as they kept talking to themselves behaving as though no one was talking to them. "You know at the campfire night, I'm gonna have sex, like sex," Rhoda said as the girls laughed. "Well, I'm gonna make out with any lesbian I set my eyes on," Thelma said as Elena squeezed her face. They never knew Thelma was a lesbian, no wonder she hates boys.

EPISODE FIVE: His Dirty Obsession Selena’s breath hitched hard, fingers digging into the desk as Blake’s thumb circled the tight ring of her asshole, feeling it twitch under his touch. His hips slowed, dragging his cock inside her pussy in a deep, grinding roll that made her clench. The thick shaft twisted inside her heat while his slick fingers, coated in her own wetness, pressed at her back hole. “Blake…” she gasped, eyes wide on him, her voice trembling.

Nothing. The priestess nodded and her Farrah Fawcett hair didn’t move at all. I’ve seen helmets with more give. “We are the virgins of the One True God. No man shall touch us, all shall bow to the One True God.” I leaned towards Maurice. “I think it’s okay. I think they’re lesbians.” “You can’t say that,” said Maurice, his eyes darting around guiltily. “I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, but virgins, no man touching, giant dildo on a stick...”

I said, leaving out her question about the titties. “Quasi,” she called loudly as if I was far away from her. I knew what that meant – she demanded my full attention. “Every girl and every woman is beautiful, but the most beautiful one of all is not the one with the most attractive physical features,” she continued, as she looked at me without blinking an eye. “The most beautiful girl or woman is one whose heart is hidden from predators; one whose yes always mean yes; one who loves you not because you love her; one whose tongue doesn’t pronounce words that are hard to understand, and whose lips doesn’t feign a smile. “And, if it happens that a handsome man, a man of dignity meets this most