Lactating Lesbian Novels & Stories

My mom had 3 jobs when I was ten, she worked a lot to pay my school bills. People keep asking me "Why did you become lesbian at a young age? You’re hot as fuck Lena, every man in this world could volunteer to be your slave if you wanted to!" Well, that's a good question and easy to answer. For me "God is a woman" How can I? Well... they bring life to this world. President, Actress, even someone fucked up like us.

"Being a lesbian is a wonderful thing. Besides, none of us are really lesbians, we are simply bi." "Bi what?" "By choice. We can make love to anyone on the face of this earth and truly enjoy it. We are lucky. Now please get back to eating my pussy." "Oh," I said, lashing Arora's pussy with my tongue. Being below Arora's pussy had an advantage. All the pussy juices drained directly from her pussy, down into my mouth. I found myself swallowing convulsively as my mouth filled with savory juice. I lapped it up, sucked it from her pussy, and played with her clit, all in a choreographed symphony of movements. I loved being a lesbian. Arora had such a sweet pussy.

His penis was fully erect, but it was easily buried. They moved their heavy-looking breasts up and down to stroke the sensitive rod with their extremely soft tits. “I must apologize, Your highness … I am already leaking milk…” Milia blushed a little and white milk left the tips of her springy maid boobs to wet all four breasts. Camelia, seeing this exclaimed in admiration. "So this is the Milk. It's the first time I saw a woman, not pregnant lactate." The rod contained between them was overwhelmed. The pleasure of their double titjob stimulated his lust to the point he thought his lower body would melt away.

As a cat, of course it's a common thing, but we've realized this sort of action has a tag to it in this world. Lola had once asked the two of us if we are lesbians and even though I don't understand what that meant, I nodded my head. She widened her eyes then, but then looked around and told us to be careful, but she will keep our secret. I was confused, but up till date, I never asked her why licking someone become lesbian and lesbian being meant to be kept a secret. I don't even know what those words meant, but I'm already defending it in my head, since it was meant to be kept a secret….

Someone sucked gently on her clit while another girl slipped two cool fingers inside her, curling them perfectly against her g-spot. Lily had never felt pleasure like this. She moaned and writhed as the lesbian vampires worshipped her body, feeding lightly on tiny nips along her inner thighs, her breasts, her neck, never enough to turn her, just enough to send intoxicating waves of euphoria through her veins. “You taste so innocent,” Cassandra whispered, watching from above as she stroked Lily’s hair. “Tomorrow we will make you scream. Tomorrow you will squirt blood and cum for all of us while we fuck you senseless.”

"All five. Impressive. And they share you? At the same time?" "Sometimes, Mother Superior." "Hmm." Mother Superior was quiet for a moment, her weathered hands folded in her lap. Then she looked directly at Veronica. "Show me your breasts." "Mother Superior?" "You heard me. Lift your habit. Show me your breasts. I need to see something." With trembling hands, Veronica lifted her habit, exposing her full breasts...currently swollen with milk, her nipples dark and hard and already leaking from the interrupted fucking. Mother Superior's eyes widened. "You're lactating. Without being pregnant. Hyperlactation?"

something was catching at my mind, something familiar; something inside told me to be careful. She nibbled at the soft skin above my pussy and I quivered, feeling a throb inside me of almost orgasmic strength, and felt my wetness trickling down my bare thigh. I felt lips nibbling, a tongue stroking – and a hesitation. My thoughts leapt into focus – I knew where I had felt this before. Most lesbians and bisexual women have encountered it. The "do I like this taste?" pause, followed by the "can I really do this" hesitation.

But that was the nut of the problem. There was one girl in the school who was an open lesbian. Her name was Lisa and she played on the softball team and was all of the clichés that people associated with lesbianism. She was a bit masculine, she was strong and athletic, she had a deeper voice, a bit chubby, and was a bit aggressive. Furthermore, she tended to alienate girls and discomfit boys. It didn't matter that she was a very nice person when you got to know her (Rachael knew Lisa when they were younger and had been friendly acquaintances if not friends). But that wasn't Rachael. She wasn't just suppressing some sort of inner stereotypical lesbian; she was a lesbian and girly-girly.

I watched it flow over her pert nipples and licked my lips without realizing that I’d done it. “Do you want to suckle one? Have you ever done it?” “I’m not a lesbian,” I protested in a strangled voice. “Curious doesn’t mean lesbian,” she said with a soft smile as she stroked one of my nipples with her forefinger. “Curious just means curious. The body was meant for pleasure. Don’t let human ignorance stop you from enjoying it.” I closed my eyes as I reveled in her touch. My mind raced over what to do. Did I dare act out my curiosity with my bestie?

Secretive in thought and emotion, Lycer mostly keeps his past and current struggles to himself, hiding behind a playful persona Lesa: She/Her: Full of love and always protected by the communities around her, Lesa isn't prepared for the betrayal to come to her. Nonetheless, she will persist for not only herself but also the child she carries; determined to give him the same upbringing full of love that she received