1. A Lesbian Love Story...Of Sorts


    Date: 5/15/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Female/Female, Lesbian, Written by women, Author: jasmine walker, Rating: 92.3, Source: sexstories.com

    awkward struggle by saying, “You ate out Rosie.” Her face red as can be said, “Yes.” “It’s ok Gwen,” I said, my hand on her leg, “She is almost irresistible. It doesn’t make you a lesbian.” “But,” she said, “I loved it.” “Oh,” I said. “I promised Big Rosie I would return in two weeks.” “Really?” I asked. “Yes,” she confirmed, she moved in toward me, I think to kiss me, until she noticed that someone was under the table. She suddenly went stiff and said icily, “Someone is under the table again, isn’t there.” “Yes,” I said, now frustrated that I had clearly disappointed her. I tried to explain, “I went looking for you and talked to Megan and anyways I can’t explain it, I got all horny again and well,” I paused, “Candace Carter is under the table.” Gwen’s icy look broke a bit as she said, “Carter really?” “In the flesh,” I said as I tried not to let a moan escape. But Candace was an expert between a woman’s legs; plus the egg vibrating inside me and Gwen’s submission was too much and I screamed a variety of odd sounds as my body exploded with joy. Gwen watched the whole time and I was surprised when she lifted the table skirt and demanded, “Slut, do me now.” My mouth dropped and Gwen smiled and said, “How often am I going to get a chance to have a celebrity get me off. Plus this fucking egg is driving me nuts.” We sat in silence as Candace pleased Gwen and triggered an orgasm in her in only a couple of minutes. Candace then crawled out from under the table, cum still on her ...
    lips, and said, “Let’s see the face of the cunt I just ate.” She smiled and said, “Hi, I’m Candace.” Gwen smiled and said, “I know who you are, I am Gwen.” “It is very, very nice to meet you,” Candace said, “Your pussy was delicious.” Gwen smiled and said looking directly at me, “That is good to know.” I realized that I was no longer the seductress, but had become the prey. That said, Gwen was still drunk, not ‘I am going to be sick’ drunk, but rather, ‘I only did what I did because I was drunk’ drunk. We talked about our jobs and politics for a bit until Candace said, “Well, I have my eye on one more tasty treat tonight.” She stood up, “It was a pleasure.” “Yes it was,” Gwen and I responded in unison; we then broke out laughing as Candace left. “So,” I said, “We should get you home, you are kind of drunk.” She shrugged and said, “I suppose.” She then shot her last drink. I finished mine and we headed out. We stopped to watch a woman in her 70s getting fisted by a girl who couldn’t be more than 20. Gwen starred too. The grandma screamed as the hand disappeared inside her gaping hole as the younger girl called her grandma slut. We also saw the same pregnant woman fucking herself with the end of a beer bottle as she watched the fisting. I shook my head and grabbed Gwen’s hand as we exited the club. I held her hand all the way to the car and helped her get in. The night clearly had overwhelmed Gwen and all her energy had been drained from her. We drove home in silence and I actually ...
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