Erotic Lesbian stories
A large collection of stories of women who love other women.
"Just tell them the truth," Pete laughed, "that you fantasize about having your pussy licked by another woman and that you get turned on by the thought of licking another woman to a climax." Sophie swallowed nervously as he went on, "and if you really them, click and put on a show for her" as he nodded to the array of various sized dildos and vibrators lined up next to the screen. Gently rub that clit imagining it was my tongue licking softly." Pete watched his wife in silence switching his gaze between her open pussy on screen and looking at the monitors so he could see the total rapture that was etched on her face.
As Lacy's gaze moved slowly down Gaby's body, she could see that Gaby had one hand bracing herself on the side of the tub as the other rubbed her pussy in slow circles. Lacy started to eat Gaby's pussy furiously, pushing her tongue deeper and moving it faster over her hard clit. Lacy never stopped lapping up her cum; she just slowed her tongue and began kissing Gaby's pussy lips softly. Gaby could taste her own pussy on Lacy's lips and pushed her tongue into the other girl's eager mouth, starting to remove her shirt. Gaby ran her flattened tongue over Lacy's pussy and then began to lap at her clit. Lacy began to rock against Gaby's mouth faster, grinding her pussy hard on Gaby's increasingly wet face.
I met this cute young Black woman named Yasmine Osman a few weeks ago. The five-foot-eight, slim and sexy, dark-skinned young Black woman clad in the somber brown robe and dark gray hijab is a real freak underneath it all. I was getting bored and restless that weekend without Jericho Guillaume's sexy Haitian tool to satisfy me and a piece of Somali pussy turned out to be exactly what I needed. Anyhow, I had lots of fun with Yasmine Osman, the sexy Somali chick. When I see these Somali women walking around the Capital of Canada, with their long overflowing robes and hijabs, I assume they're dull, boring and religious, like most people do. Besides Yasmine Osman, I bedded a Djibouti-born Black woman named Fatima Muhammad the other week.
She pulls away and I feel her go down my body with her soft breath. Moaning, I let her know I want more by pulling her hair and pushing myself further into her mouth, much like she had done with me. I am pulled back to reality when I feel her soft, wet tongue slip between the slit of my already dripping wet pussy. She sucks my clit into her sweet mouth and rolls it with her tongue, sending me spinning and screaming into an orgasm. I moan in pleasure as I can feel her sweet and wonderful touch pull away from me. I continue with my fingers and pull my mouth away from her pussy.
Monica and I were home for the summer, our boyfriends decided to go fishing this weekend. Dad suggested that Monica and I use the cabin for the entire weekend. "Thanks dad, mom." Kissing them both on the cheek I went to tell Monica the good news. Arriving at Monica's, I told her the good news. It was time to leave, I dropped off Monica and told her I will pick her up in the morning. "You read my mind, Roxie." As she kept giggling, she let her dress remain high up on her tanned, firm thighs. Monica's tongue worked its magic as she licked her way to my shaved pussy. As my tongue swirled in Monica's pussy, my finger teased her clit.
Flick worked from an unpretentious office in a chic part of the city, assisted by a couple of girls who, like me, had gone to one of those fine British girls’ boarding schools and had the cut glass accent that I had worked so hard to lose. “It isn’t like that at all.” Rehearsing Act 2 of ‘Complicated Lives’ by a local playwrite called Julie Baker. I’d mind less if it was real but it’ll mean I’ll need a couple of blouses every night and it’s a pain.” “Ellie, I don’t know what you’re thinking of asking but if it’s what I suspect it is, can you imagine the gossip about an actor and a critic?
I leaned forwards at the same time as she and our lips met in an awkward crash but I put my hand behind her head and she did the same and we began a kiss the like of which I had never experienced before. I gazed into her nervous, brown eyes and smiled, taking her hand and placing it directly on my aching breast, My nipple straining to burst through the thin fabric of my dress. I kissed her softly just above her clitoris, my tongue flicking against her mound and the very start of her warm and scented valley and lifting her leg out of her shorts allowed me to access that most intimate place that, until now, had never been touched by female lips.
Her brunette pubic hair was neatly trimmed at the sides, but still full enough to give her pussy a sweet feminine look and smell, and she kept both of her entrances clean and tasty, so I finally couldn't resist any longer and started pressing my face between her legs, my tongue lapping at her damp labia. It ran all the way down her arm and covered it in cunt slime, which she seemed to treasure, because after I got dressed again and she straightened her skirt, leaving the vibrator still where it was, she giggled and licked my juices off her fingers as we walked out of the store, smiling at me and waving at the girl by the counter.
It has been exactly five months since Mommy, p.k.a. Mistress Helen, has "adopted" me as her slave-puppy-daughter. But by the same token, as she knows that solitary masturbation no longer holds present or future significance to me, she may also opt to deny and deprive me for days at a time, eventually reducing me to a pleading heap on my knees, orally pleasuring her feet while begging for her love. Mommy still toys with me and pleases my pussy, as well as cuffing me and walking me like the dog I am, but these are gestures that make me feel well-loved and taken care of by her.
Grace smiled before she moved the magazine to sit down on the bed near Kelly, “Yeah well neither do you, up till about minute ago I thought you were straight,” she looked around the walls of Kelly’s room. Grace moved her head till her lips were inch from Kelly’s, “I can do better,” she said putting her hand on her friend’s face before kissed her. Grace got back on bed, “Take your shirt and bra off Kelly,” she coaxed licking her own lips when Kelly’s shirt came off revealing her pebbled nipples at attention, “You’re naughty girl, you aren’t wearing a bra, I knew when you came back from the bathroom it was gone,” she said.
I continued fingering and licking her juicy pussy, using my tongue as if it were a small cock, sliding it as deep as I could into Lucy's pussy all while she looked down at me smiling and moaning. Lucy's kisses worked their way down my neck to my breasts where she took my nipples between her lips, and started pleasuring me. With my ass high in the air and my face buried in the pillow, I reached under me with one hand and grabbed my breast, sinking my red-tipped fingers deep into the milky flesh, pinching and tugging hard on the swollen nipple and clawing at the swinging globe.
I wondered if she had implants but didn’t have the nerve to ask, her breasts seemed a bit too large for her body shape and size. She smiled looking me up and down, “Hello Marla, I’m Yvette nice to meet you.” She extended her well manicured nails to shake my hand. Looking down as I followed her, I enjoyed the way her cheeks moved in those tight jeans, I was hoping she didn’t notice my gawking at her rear as we headed through the house to the backyard. She looked exactly like a stripper from the Sopranos TV show, long sensuous legs, her calves accented by her shoes, firm large round breasts that begged for attention.
Later when Katy was about to leave, I hugged her good bye worrying that the same feeling would come back but it didn’t. She sat up straighter in her chair and after taking a sip from her tea she said, “Tell me this, doesn’t it make sense that a woman would be able to please another woman better than a man, since they both have pussies?” She was always at the back of my mind, tight body, firm boobs, long legs and that mouth, oh that those glorious soft lips against my hot pussy. I lowered my head and as her pussy came closer she moved her legs further apart exposing her inner lips and her pink button.
Sarah and Carrie were making goo-goo eyes at each other like a couple of horny high schoolers. “Carrie and Sarah seem to like each other...a lot,” Stephie said, looking down at the ground. I mean, last night, Carrie was, like, ‘Oh Sarah is so hot’.” In fact, just as I was about lose control and run my hands under her shorts, the sound of Sarah and Carrie laughing and talking came drifting down from the trailhead. Carrie looked like she was about to tease Stephie, but a look from both Sarah and me stopped her. Sarah knew there was a time and place for things like teasing, and this wasn’t of them.
I’d imagined I would get a couple flirts in, she’d let me down politely, saying something like she wasn’t into girls. She stepped closer, her green eyes looking to the fruit I held, then back to me and her smile widened into a grin. “You know I don’t date people from work,” she said and I nodded. I felt myself blushing again as her hands took mine and she led me away from the sliding glass doors and into the darkest, most secluded area of the balcony. I had seen plenty of hot women, but they didn’t charge me up like Liz. Pleasure crackled like a string of firecrackers exploding along my legs and arms until it reached center and I came against her finger.
I knew from the way she said it and the look on her face that it was the same Mellissa that had broken her heart years ago. You look good, too Mel." said Dee Dee put her number in her phone while Mellissa looked at her like she wanted to lay her over the table we'd been eating on. I could hear the want in her voice when she said Dee's name. "But Daph baby, you know you want to." Mellissa said, trying to touch Dee. James and I are hap..." Dee said as Mellissa grabbed her arm and forced her into a kiss. I'm so sorry." she said over and over again, each time, kissing away tears.
Even with Rose being there I couldn't help myself imagining having some time alone with Laura. I knew my face gave it away that I was somewhat disappointed, but I had hoped that Rose didn't realise. Just as I was giving up hope I saw Laura out the corner of my eye. I was nervous, I hadn't been with anyone other than Rose for over a year and a half, and I never wanted to cheat on her, but the feeling was too much, I had to have Laura. I felt waves of pleasure, I wanted to feel her fingers on my clit, but she wanted to tease me, grinding her body on top of mine.
I followed a lovely blonde girl upstairs trying not to look at her sexy little backside swaying beneath the tight, white jeans, but by the time we reached the top my pussy was soaking. "You must be Suzy." I said, and she laughed as we shook hands, "Yes so that makes you Jane, right?" Like me she was shaved completely with not a single hair to spoil my view of her sweet little slit and also like me, she was wet, very wet, I gasped as I felt her lips touching my slit, her tongue snaking out like a serpent to caress my throbbing clitoris.
“Fuck yes, please make me cum,” that’s all the invitation a good girl needs, so I started scissoring her pussy, stretching her wide, then filling her deep, curling my fingers to catch her every inner surface before pulling my fingers clear and leaving her wet hole gaping. Isabelle took another sip of her wine before leaning forward to kiss me softly on the lips, her full wet mouth met mine, and we twirled tongues. “It takes a little getting used to, but I love the feeling this gives.” Isabelle had moved to look me in the eyes and gently kiss my face as she ensured I was okay.
This blonde-haired, plump white chick loves getting dominated by bossy black women. So when Rachel O'Shea, who was deeply fascinated both by BDSM and dominant black women, asked me to become her mistress, I agreed. And I am a black woman who gets off on dominating her dumb white female slave. I also smack her hard in the face and whip her fat white ass with my long and thick black leather belt. As a black woman who loves BDSM, I absolutely love to dominate white women. The very willing white female slave of a strong black woman. Lots of submissive gay white women and bisexual white women love to bow to the superiority of a strong black woman like myself.
I made a tiny circle with the tip of my tongue around her clit, and as I came around for a second lap I felt her place the tip of the dildo against my wet pussy. Trina straddled my head and began to work the dildo in and out of my pussy. I started to clean her body running the puff over her pert sexy tits, and working my way around her stomach. I got onto my knees, and took special care as I cleaned her long pale legs one at a time, sliding both the puff and my hand up and down the length of her well formed calves and thighs.
What I did not say is that I am calling Dorothy as soon as I finish with the kids so that I also fuck my pussy with my dildo. And with that and the fact that it was a dildo, which it would not deflate, Dorothy and I kept the mutual fuck going for quite some time. I took one dildo and penetrated Dorothy’s pussy (Oh, a note : Dorothy had expressed that she in fact likes anal penetration and that with good lube she takes a fair sized dildo in her asshole) Once her pussy is fucked then I began applying lubrication to her back door hole and trying to stretch it some.
I continue rubbing her pussy as we kiss, and Kathy holds me closer to her. "Hey, Mom," she says, as she leans in towards Kathy with a kiss. "I really like you a lot and I should be more okay with it than I am." I grow red in the face, trying to force out some tears, my mouth making my way to the top her wet head. "Oh my God," she says, looking at my little nipples, "I've wanted this for so long." She licks around my areola as I hold her close. Jackie lifts her head to kiss me, her face covered in my pussy juice.
I thought Frankie was trying to tell me that Alice’s boobs are going to squeeze her little doggie to death. She tried to tell us that your boobs are, ummm… Squeezing Bond in a painful way. We turned around and saw both dogs, Frankie and Bond. While Alice was looking back at the forest to see Bond coming, she saw a strange figure behind a tree. “Look, Anne, there is the bear, which almost ate Bond!” Alice said, and I turned my head. Alice was afraid that the bear is still chasing after Bond, but soon we both saw that it was only a wanker, masturbating about our intercourse, in the forest.