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Something has been bothering my friend but he won’t tell me what it is. I hate that he’s keeping secrets, but then again so am I. I haven’t told a single person about my girlfriend and I don’t intend to until tonight. I plan on claiming my Angel tonight. I know that there’s a chance that my true mate will be at the ball. Even if she is, I still want to claim my girl. I know that a true mate is supposed to be this magical thing that improves your life, but I don’t believe that. What I have with my girl is real, and it doesn’t come from some mate bond that is given to me by a goddess.

We had to hold back, no matter what. Of course I’d had lots of sex when I was a pup, but I’d always worn a condom. Even at the most backward and rugged pack like Growling Thunder, there were always condoms readily available. There were always rumors that only a shifted male could knock up a girl, but that was clearly not true.

We all have secrets. The first real secret I ever had began when I was nine years old. I’m not talking about when someone tells you something and you keep it to yourself—it’s more like when you know something or have seen something that no one else has, and telling someone about it takes away from your pleasure, from your secret. Now, I’m not going to talk about my secret eleven years ago. I’m going to talk about my biggest secret of all time. Back when I was sixteen years old.

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

"I rest my case. Taylor Stern, closet lesbian." Her hands balled into fists, but she remained stock still as I fingered her pussy. "I. Am not. A lesbian!" "Your mouth says no, but the pussy doesn't lie, Taylor." I rubbed my thumb and forefinger together, then slowly pulled them apart. The ooze from her cunt stretched into a thin line between them.

"No." "I believe Lucia is the only true lesbian here," I said. "Reneé identified as bisexual before her slavery started. Neither Lisa or myself had ever been with a woman before our slavery started, nor did Janet. Since our sexuality is now under the control of our Masters or Mistresses, we must have sex with whoever they desire. My Master found it easier to watch us have sex with women rather than other men, so we learned how to please women. At this moment in time, I consider Lisa to be my partner as much as Master and I have no compunction whatever in loving her. I prefer my Master's fucking to other fucking, but I'll have sex with anyone he tells me to." "Even other men?"

As they sucked each other's cunt they rolled around in a writhing frenzy, taking turns on top of the sixty-nine. They cummed and orgasmed so many many times, usually together. For Manuela, it was like a door opening to a whole new world. When she got off with a guy she was always aware of the physical differences between males and females. But a climax shared with another girl was like becoming a part of someone else. For as long as the dual orgasm lasted, they were the same person. And, best of all, in lesbian sex, the fact that your partner had climaxed didn't mean the action had to come to a halt. There was no cock that needed time to recover after it shot and wad.

Her moans of pleasure filled the room, driving me to go harder. “Yes, fuck me rough! I love it!” she cried out, her voice hoarse with desire. As I focused on Sherry, I added a fourth finger to her throbbing pu**y and kept going. Allison positioned herself above me, guiding her pu**y to my lips. I began using my tongue on her while I fingered Sherry. It was a lot of work, but I found myself able to multitask. If anyone had told me I could find myself having some sort of a lesbian threesome, I wouldn't have believed, but look at me, having the best time of my life.

And therein ceased all other outside thought. Harlan and I were new lovers living in a small town and with my old lover flying in from the Bay, it was clear we had to take advantage of this opportunity. It’s not every day that a femme like myself has the chance at such a hot threesome, given the size of our incredibly small queer community. So we had T.J. meet us out at a bar, and though there were few words between them other than the obligatory introductions, I could tell the night was going to smile upon us. The three of us made our way silently and swiftly over to my place where I led them each by the hand into my bedroom. It took no time at all for the ravaging to begin.

" The problem, if that's the right word, with two women making love, is that since they can orgasm almost endlessly. Not being familiar with lesbian sex I had no idea how partners decide when they are satiated. Mom laid over Bonnie, her hands under her daughter's amazing ass, her face pressed against my sister's vagina. Bonnie, under, her legs splayed wide, her hands clutching her mother's perfect ass as she licked the opening of her birth, her face messy with mom's cum. Too wild. Never in my wildest fantasies did I picture this. Dad laughed. "Fucking crazy, huh?" "Fucking crazy." I replied as Mom and Bonnie finally broke their incestuous, lesbian embrace. They lay there and looked at us. Bo