Bisexual Lesbian Sex: Kisses and Strapons

Every so often, bisexual lesbian sex is not enough for Lisa or myself.

Bisexual lesbian sex between us is great, honestly. Our definition is this: we’re both bisexual, and we have sex together. When it’s just us, we consider it lesbian sex. But it does mean that we often fantasize about more than just women. While we’re both sexy, sometimes we want both a cock and a pussy, you know?

I smile as I pull up from between Lisa’s thighs. “You really are clenching around nothing,” I tell her, moving back down between her folds. I take a few moments to lick her clit before I pull upwards. “What are you thinking about?”

Her nails scrape along my scalp as she moves my head back to her pussy, sighing. In response, I move one of my hands from her hip down to her pussy, pushing a few fingers inside. I’m hoping she’s not too distracted from our bisexual lesbian sex.

Immediately, her velvety walls clamp down on my fingers, as if desperate for anything to fill her up.
“Oh, I see,” I tease. “Lesbian sex isn’t enough for you tonight?” I press a kiss to her thigh for a moment. Then, I move back to her clit, my lips moving down around it and tugging on it gently with my lips.

In response, Lisa groans and lifts her hips, as if to fuck herself more strongly on my fingers. I ram them into her, but her greedy pussy seems to want more.

It is the bisexual in me that wonders if her cunt needs a cock in the moment, and that our bisexual lesbian sex isn’t enough for her.

Her pussy sucks in my fingers eagerly, but her moans reflect that it’s not quite enough. I pull my fingers back and sigh, shaking my head. “Do I need the strap?” I ask her, sitting up.

As I look up at her, she nods. “Maybe we can ask one of our men for next time,” she adds. I smile, slipping out from between her legs and moving over to my collection of sex toys.

I pull out the strap-on, adjusting it over my hips.

Lisa rolls over onto the bed, her breasts bouncing as she does so. Her eyes widen, then darken with hunger as she watches me put my 10-inch dildo into my harness.

“You’re too good to me, Elise.”

“Psh. Nothing like a good, human cock though,” I say, and lean back on the bed once I know the toy is secure. “You’re going to have to work for it since you dared dream of cock in our bisexual lesbian sex time.”

“I apologize,” she teases. “Though I’m not sure we should keep calling this ‘lesbian sex’ if we’re both bisexual?”

I take the bait and open my mouth to counter her question.

Instantly, she presses her lips against mine. Her tongue pushes into my mouth as I feel her climb over me. Bisexual lesbian sex time is clearly the best phrase for it, I think.

Gorgeous, I think, as her breasts press against mine. In response, I bite her lip for a moment as she settles herself over me, sinking down on my strap. Her pussy nearly squirts as she lowers herself down. “Yeah,” she groans, breathing slowly as she adjusts herself. Her hands grip at my shoulders. “Next time, let’s get a guy to put me in a mating press.”

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