Young Lesbian Stories Novels & Stories

He opened it, revealing a stunning brunette in a tiny black slutty dress that barely covered her ass. The hem was so short I could almost see her pussy lips, and her big tits looked ready to spill out of the deep V-neck at any second. “Hey, babe. Glad you could make it,” Jake said casually. “Come join the fun.” The girl—Lena—stepped inside and froze when she saw me lying there, glazed in cum with my holes on full display. Her eyes widened with pure envy as they roamed over my cum-covered tits and dripping pussy. That look sent a fresh spark of heat through me.

I returned to the photos curious what else they took pictures of, realizing what I had seen so far was just the tip of the iceberg. The next dozen pictures were all of Janice again with her head buried between each of the three girl's legs. The pictures didn't get close enough to see any of the girl's cûnts or Janice's tongue. I imagined she was licking away. Some were close-ups of Janice's head between their legs (the couple shots of Janice between Kara's again looking incredibly cool). Some showed the girl's lips pursed or moaning, only confirming my original deduction that Janice was lapping away. Before then, I had read enough lesbian stories to know Janice was either blackmailed or was

was going to meet Amy . While I was laying on the street a woman passed by and told me she could help me . She took me to a fancy house and treated my fever. She put a roof over my head and listened to me narrating my problems. She told me there was a way to get rid of all my pain and that she would help me if I was ready. With images of Amy always floating in my mind and the constant pain in my chest I asked for her help. She sent me over to a man in his mid-30s and asked him for her regular. I was confused . What could it be that she would take regularly? He placed a bag in her hand and she requested we go." Life is a game baby girl . On the street you have to find your means of survival.

"What's more, you know, likeliest result is you'll arrive and they'll say, 'Eh, you're OK, however not our somewhat young lady'. What's more, you'll squander like an entire year mooching around France, scarcely making due with strip clubs and leader bistros." Lannie remained quiet through the talk, watching Mollie's jaw move as the Scot talked. When the hand comes up, she took the young lady's fingers and pulled them away, shoulders drooping. A piece of her needed to holler at the blonde. It was exactly the same thing every other person had told her. Her folks attempted to frighten her with accounts of certain man-eaters who jumped at the chance to eat the skin off adolescent young ladies wh

Mei fingered Lila while Lila rode her face. The bathroom became a tangle of limbs. Wet skin slapping wet skin. Mouths on mouths. Mouths on breasts. Mouths on pussies. Fingers in holes. Tongues everywhere. They spanked each other. Laughed. Moaned. Screamed. They changed positions constantly. No hierarchy. No shame. Just five women feeding off each other’s pleasure. Feeding off the knowledge that I was watching. I watched. My cock hardened again. I ignored it. I walked to the easel. Picked up a fresh brush. Mixed paint. Crimson. Gold. Indigo. Black.

Amanda sat in her small apartment in Surulere after another long, boring day at the office. Twenty-four years old, with a tight athletic body from years of gym work — perky C-cup tits, a tiny waist that curved out into a fat, juicy ass that made men stare. She was tired. Tired of vanilla boyfriends who lasted five minutes and called it romance. She wanted to be used. Broken. Turned into something less than a person.

I sucked all three cocks at once, licking and stroking them until they came on my face and tongue. I rode them one by one while the others sucked my nipples and rubbed my clit. I came until I was crying from pleasure. In the quiet moments between rounds we talked more. They opened up about their lives. Lucas told me how lonely success had made him before he found Julian and Victor. Julian spoke about losing his family young and building everything himself. Victor admitted he had never found a woman who could handle all three of them until me. I told them about my fears of never being enough. They listened and held me tighter.

Her reaction surprised me, as her only rules were that we no longer had sex, she didn’t want to hear anymore about it, and she didn’t want to have to see it. “I’ll stay out of the fucking basement.” she said, after I told her that I was turning it into a makeshift dungeon. That was the last I heard about it, and I continued to plunge deeper into the twisted abyss with my new younger lover. A few months later, Lily announced that she was pregnant.

WARNING! THIS IS A NON-CONSENSUAL STORY. PLEASE BE WARNED. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT AVOID THIS PARTICULAR STORY. As I mentioned, I write based on the prompts readers give if it's not too extreme. This doesn't mean the author supports this in real life. Note: There are limits I won't cross when writing these collections, so when you request a certain story, don't cross a certain line. I won't write it. CHAPTER 1 The bar smelled like spilt beer and old cigarettes. A few people were scattered around the tables. It was late August, and most of the town was at the county fair.

Themes: Female x Male, Boss x Employee, Office Setting Wendy Wright stared at her computer screen, the numbers blurring as fatigue set in. The office had emptied hours ago, leaving her alone with the quarterly reports and the distant hum of the cleaning crew. At twenty-eight, she was the youngest senior analyst at Vertex Financial, a position she'd earned through relentless dedication. And late nights like this one. The sound of approaching footsteps made her sit straighter, instinctively smoothing her pencil skirt.