The Cuckquean Ch. 02 - Butch Desires - Sex Stories

The Cuckquean Ch. 02 - Butch Desires

... to her (Jemima's) bedroom. At the end of her endurance, Leslie pulled the covers back and lay her beautiful friend on the bed.

"Guess I'm getting banged in the bottom tonight," Jemima kidded.

"You sure are," Leslie said as she stood over her sexy friend and let her eyes gaze longingly over Jemima's sensually curvy form.

Feeling hot and incredibly slutty, Jemima lifted and parted her knees, allowing Leslie to peer at her soaking slit. "Nice!" The bullish-looking woman smiled. "Is that for me?"

"Yes," Jemima cooed. "Take me like the slut I am."

Leslie pounced onto the voluptuous Indian woman, her hands grasping and squeezing the woman's lush breasts. Annoyed at Jemima's dress preventing her from claiming total ownership of the woman's ripe breasts, Leslie grabbed handfuls of it at ripped. With a tearing sound, Jemima's dress ripped apart, and her large, sexily full breasts bounced into Leslie's view.

'Oops, there goes $800 worth of a designer dress,' Jemima vaguely thought as her legs unawarely spread, ready to accept the powerfully built lesbian between them.

Not satisfied with exposing her milk chocolate-coloured lover's breasts, Leslie continued tearing until Jemima was naked, her only covering left being the black stay-up stockings with the pencil straight seams. Deciding she liked that look, Leslie ripped her trousers down, kicked off her boots and threw her jacket off her shoulders.

Leaving her black 'Motorhead' T-shirt on to cover her remnant ...

... boobs (Leslie had had top surgery to remove her breasts, but with her recent weight gain, fat had pooled in the tissue under her nipples, recreating her second most hated feature), Leslie eagerly, forcefully moved between Jemima's lewdly spread thighs, positioned her 'cock' at the dusky-skinned woman's spread open cunt and drove powerfully into her.

"Unghh," Jemima grunted as her nether regions accepted Leslie's vigorously thrusting cock. "Unghh," she repeated as Leslie pulled out and rammed back in. Then, "Unghh, unghh, unghh," as Leslie began pounding her. Jemima opened her eyes and saw Leslie's hazel green eyes gleaming back at her. "Fuck me, Daddy Leslie," Jemima pleaded. "Fuck your slut hard!"

Grinning delightedly, Leslie noticed how her milk chocolate-coloured lover ignored her (Leslie's) remnant breasts and wrapped her arms around her back instead. Jemima raked her nails across and down Leslie's back as if ... as if she (Leslie) was a man ... Leslie realised. Leslie pulled back and slammed into her lover again. Her grin spread as she felt Jemima's knees lift and then wrap around her powerful hips. Jemima leant back, her arms leaving Leslie's back and her fingernails digging into Leslie's muscular forearms instead.

"Fuck me," Jemima demanded. "Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, you big handsome Daddy. Your little girl needs to cum on your big cock!" With every 'fuck me', Jemima slammed her cunt up at Leslie's quickly descending hips. The sounds of a woman being ...