A Lesbian Love Story...Of Sorts - Sex Stories

A Lesbian Love Story...Of Sorts

... little ass back on my cock.” Gwen moved back slowly, as I leaned back on my hind legs. I allowed Gwen to move back on the cock at her own pace. Slowly Gwen moved back, taking all five inches of the small vibe in her ass. She then began slowly moving back and forth on the cock. Her moaning began and she said, “Fuck, that feels good. I couldn’t imagine this could feel like this.” She began moving faster, her slightly chubby ass colliding with my body as she tried to get the cock deeper in her ass. Watching my once innocent friend turn into a complete ass slut was fucking hot. This scene kept on for a few minutes until my leg started going numb. I pushed her forward and stood up. “Sorry Gwen, my leg was losing its feeling.” She looked at me and said, “That was amazing.” I reached into the box and grabbed the double ended dildo I had bought with her. I said to her, “I have never tried this before.” Gwen grabbed it, turned it on high, and slid it into her pussy, I then straddled the other end awkwardly and we pushed the cock inside me. We both moaned and moved forward until the long wide dildo disappeared inside our two pussies. Soon we were grinding our cunts together and feeling the vibrating dildo teasing our cunts. The sensations were thrilling as we both used each other to ...

... get off. The crazy intense pleasure continued for many minutes until we both orgasmed within seconds of each other. We collapsed on the bed, the dildo still deep inside both of us. Finally I pulled the dildo out of both of us and lay down on the bed. I cuddled Gwen and said, “I love you, happy Valentine’s Day.” She whispered back exhausted, “I love you too Julia.” I kissed her neck, pulled the blankets over both of us and fell asleep with the woman I love the most in my arms. EPILOGUE L-o-v-e. Just four tiny letters. Love. Just one simple word. Love. No two people would create the same definition. This is my definition: For me, love is the ultimate feeling of joy every time I look at Gwen. Every moment we spend together. It may be a romantic dinner; it may be simply watching TV with the fire place on; it may be a bubble bath and then a long night of gentle love making; it may be a long night of submission; it may just be laying in bed each of us reading a book; it may be us going on the prowl and adding a new girl to our sex games; it may be a night at Le Chateau (like the time we went and both pleasured Rosie together at the same time). But no matter what adventure is in the future, it will be perfect, because it is with Gwen. This is my love story...a love story of sorts.