The Cuckquean Ch. 02 - Butch Desires - Sex Stories

The Cuckquean Ch. 02 - Butch Desires

... eagerly rolling onto her back and spreading her gorgeously toned and shapely thighs.

Holding her 'cock-like' clitoris exposed, Leslie crawled between Jem's parted thighs. Then, hooking her leg over Jemima's svelte upper thigh, Leslie lowered her cunt until her 'cock' pressed against Jemima's tiny but fully swollen clitoris. Letting the skin above her 'girlie cock' go, Leslie balanced by grabbing hold of Jemima's plentiful chest and began forcefully rubbing her exaggerated cock-like clit against the Indian woman's pussy.

Jemima had tribbed or scissored with a woman many times before but never with one with a clit as enormous as Leslie's. Leslie's swollen 'girlie penis' felt just like a tiny, stiff cock sliding along her slit and over her clitoris. Leslie even paused at Jemima's entrance and 'fucked' her with her 'cock'. It was more the mental imagery of what the staunchly built lesbian woman was doing than the actual physical sensation that had Jemima's motors running. Still, whatever it was, Jemima screamingly launched into a series of almost cataclysmic orgasms, each longer and harder than the previous. Finally, with a comically warbled screech, Jemima passed out.

Jemima woke when the morning sun's rays poured in through the unclosed blinds and bathed her face. She was cradled in Leslie's powerful arms, her butch lover's broad chest pressed against her back, and Leslie's hand cupped and gently kneaded her left breast.

"Morning, beautiful," Leslie hummed as she ...

... gently nibbled on Jemima's shoulder, her fingers moving onto Jemima's nipple.

Smiling happily, her pussy starting to throb with anticipation, Jemima rolled and, ignoring hers and Leslie's 'morning breath', locked her lips firmly with her butch lover. "Morning, Daddy," Jemima cooed. "Would you like me to cook you breakfast?"

"No," Leslie denied. "Your husband is gone for a week, right?" Jemima nodded. "So, you're mine until next Friday morning?"

"Yes, Daddy," Jemima agreed.

"Good," Leslie grinned before getting out of bed and entering Jemima's extensive walk-in robe. Selecting a bright yellow, barely opaque sundress, Leslie grabbed a pair of beige wedge-heeled sandals for Jemima to wear with it before exiting the room. Opening the top left drawer of Jem's dresser, a drawer where, in Leslie's experience, most women put their underwear, Leslie removed a tiny white thong barely wide enough to cover Jemima's slit but sufficient to keep her decent if the dress flared above her hips.

"Shower, makeup, dress, and then we're going to a sweet little café where I'm going to show off my girlfriend," Leslie announced.

Giggling, Jemima agreed. She rolled her torn silk stockings off her long, shapely legs and casually tossed them in the bin. Then, outrageously exaggerating her hip swing, Jemima strutted past her masculine-looking girlfriend and entered her en suite. As she passed Leslie, Leslie smacked her beautifully proportioned, heart-shaped ass and growled, "Food and then ...