Four Lesbians: A Love Story

By Thomas Handover

Times are changing in this sensual story of lesbians coming together for sex, only to discover that true love is as much a possibility in their lives as countless one-night stands. A NASA contractor meets her nurse lover, and a successful painter meets a brilliant architect. As romances bud, so do sexual tension and mind-shattering orgasms between women.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Charlie Bent
• Release date: Aug 10, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370243204

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Four Lesbians:

A Love Story

Thomas Handover

Copyright © 2017, all rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction.

All characters are 18 or older.

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Chapter 1. Cayden

I could hear him breathing heavily. Laying there under the comforter I could still feel the heat coming off of him. He seemed to run hotter than the average man, I don’t know if there was any correlation between that and him fucking better than the average man, maybe I could test this theory out. I let my mind wander as I looked around the room. Making up things about this person that I didn’t know minus our brief conversation at the bar. He definitely had a bachelor pad. All of his furniture was either leather, black, or both.

His breathing hitched and he rolled over and draped his arm over me. Fuck. This was not how I imagined my escape plan. Come on Jess, you gotta figure something out. I thought to myself. Well I guess I’ll make the best of this situation. I did say he was better than average…

I could feel his body pressing up against my back. He was a fine looking guy with a good physique, he fit the mold of tall, dark, and handsome. What I usually looked for in a guy but also with an air of maturity so I knew I wouldn’t be disappointed in his performance.

I figured I would do what I had to do to get out of his embrace. I started slowly inching backwards so that I could tantalize his junk with my butt when I wiggled it. I grabbed his hand and started slowly inching it towards my face. I started licking the tip of his thumb, swirling my tongue around the tip, imitating a good blowjob while he was still asleep. I felt his dick twitch. I started nibbling on the tip of his thumb and I could feel him get more aroused. I sucked his whole thumb in my mouth and I could feel him awaken.

I rolled over and straddled his hips as he rolled on his back. His cock nestling nicely between my lower lips. I grabbed his wrists and he let me pin them beside his head. I was wet now. Hey, I said I wanted to escape, never said I couldn’t have some more fun while I was at it. My hips began to grind my pussy on his erect cock, lubricating his length by slipping though my folds. We made eye contact, his dark brown meeting my lighter green. My breath hitched as my clit made contact with the ridge of the head of his penis while I was grinding on him.

We continued like that for a few minutes, just keeping eye contact, grinding, getting things going quicker and quicker until neither of us could take it any longer. His grinding was driving me wild. I was soaked and ready to fuck. I released his wrists and sat back on my heels. I took his dick in my hand and teased his tip through my wet folds. He was trying to enter me but I had the advantage in this position. I would sit up a little higher every time he would try to thrust upwards. His hands were grasping at the sheet and now they latched on to my thighs.

He slowly caressed the outside of my thighs until they were resting on my hips. I don’t know who gave in first but I was fully impaled on his impressive cock. I was so wet, it felt so good. His dick was fully inside of me and I left it there while I ground my clit on his pubic bone in a circular motion. I kept this up while I leaned forward and started nibbling his jawline. When I leaned forward, his erection slipped out of me a few inches, he thrust it back in me as I sighed in pleasure.

We continued with the gentle thrusting and nibbling until that got too intense and the pleasure was too much. He flipped me over as he was still thrusting into me in one smooth motion. Okay, I said this guy was better than average, this guy knew how to fuck and seemed to know exactly the next move I wanted him to make. He pinned my arms like I had his earlier and smirked at me. He thrust into me. Hard. He would have knocked the air out of me if it wasn’t already coming out as a moan. He slowly pulled most of the way out of me, just his tip remained inside of me. I was expecting another hard thrust. What I got was a very slow entry. Very. I could feel every ridge and vein as he was pushing inside of me, lighting up all of the right nerves inside of me. Little sparks of pleasure making my legs twitch. He began to withdraw as slow as he had been entering me. But I needed more.

I used my legs to thrust his cock inside of me faster, he knew I was approaching orgasm by the way my legs were trembling. He released my wrists, put his forehead to the bed beside my face and began thrusting at just the right tempo. With each thrust his balls were slapping my ass and his pubic bone would ignite my clit. I was literally on the edge of cumming when he completely pulled out and flipped me over so I was on all fours. It didn’t take long for him to grip my hips and sink his girthy cock inside of me otherwise I probably would have killed him right then and there for not getting me off.

His rhythm slowed slightly. Man, this guy was good, he kept building up my arousal, then ebb off just enough so that I wouldn’t cum just to keep building my arousal even higher. The angle had changed so that on every stroke he was brushing my g-spot which changed the type of arousal that was building. His fingers were digging into my hips, letting me know that he was approaching an orgasm as well. I was close but I knew what would put us both over the edge.

On his next thrust, instead of pushing back to match his momentum, I let it push me flat on the bed. Now instead of just brushing my g-spot, he was directly hitting it with every stroke, the angel increasing the amount of friction we were both experiencing. He was pounding into me hard and fast now. He was grunting, I was moaning, it was a beautiful symphony of pleasure.

He grunted one last time as our sweaty bodies slammed together and all of my muscles locked up at once as I could no longer hold off the amount of pleasure he was giving me. The blinding white wave of pleasure swept