Lesbian Sex Stories


Sissy the Redhead: Her First Cock Pt. II

I couldn't believe my plan had worked so well. That hot housewife across the street was even more game than I had thought. I had dressed as slutty as I could, digging out clothes from three years ago when I was only ten years old, squeezing into them, and flaunting my tight little thirteen year old body all over the yard pushing the lawn mower. It only took twice before she came over an made her move. And, my god, what a move. I've never cum so hard. Even when Mom and I fool around. Sure, my mom taught me everything I know about eating pussy, and she's almost as hot as Charlotte, only she has thick black hair and huge tits. She dresses different, too.

cindy

Cindy was 18 now, a freshman in high school. 3 years had gone by since that first trip into her sexual life at this point, and physically, she had grown a bit. She was still fairly short and petite, skinny, 5'3", had long straight blond hair. She still wore glasses, now a style resembling that of Ashliegh Banfield from the news, black rimmed and although somewhat stylish, her overall demeanor was a bit more geeky than that of most high school freshman girls. She didn't wear flashy or very trendy clothes, wasn't very interested in the big big fashion race that most young girls her age get obsessed with. Her style was somewhat plain, although still quite cute.

My 14th birthday

I woke up on the morning of my 14th, I was naked, I always slept naked. I got up and looked at myself in the mirror, my 34b breasts were perfect, small but round and they turned me on. My pussy which i'd only started shaving recently was slightly wet, I fingered my clit before getting dressed.

The Sex Chair

As soon as her parents drove away, Laurie McKay crept into their bedroom to search for the key to the closet. Being a curious girl, she wanted to know what kind of strange object they had stowed away in there. Whatever it was, her parents considered it such a secret that they didn't even speak openly about it in front of her, even to acknowledge its existence. It was up to Laurie to find out what they were hiding. She knew only what she had picked up from fragments of conversation that she had overheard when her parents didn't know she was listening.