Lactating Lesbian Novels & Stories

The last time she had received such a flood from Lafitte it had acted like a cleansing enema that washed all of her bowels free of unwanted deposits. Gloria was playing with Marcy's aroused nipples. She suckled them searching for a taste of the human woman's essence not for any desire of human milk. Before she was selected to be a member of Lafitte's band, Gloria had been a working girl in Mama Leone's house of pleasure in the Quarter. An unexpected pregnancy and an unfortunate loss of the baby at birth had left her with a pair of lactating nipples for more than a few months. The teenaged girl had quickly been drafted for those kinky patrons who had an interest in the pleasure of suckling a

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.

"Don't try anything funny, okay? Some of the girls are still underage." She nodded vigorously with a wide smile. To our surprise, no one stopped us. I guess it was because they saw my VIP pass, or that they probably thought Karmen was one of the models. Elise was quite a familiar face that everyone just smiled at her as they passed by. Everything went smoothly. We got into the dressing room again. Girls walked around the place in their sexy underwear. "Oh my ovaries," Karmen breathed as she looked at them. "This is how lesbians get pregnant."

"I rest my case. Taylor Stern, closet lesbian." Her hands balled into fists, but she remained stock still as I fingered her pussy. "I. Am not. A lesbian!" "Your mouth says no, but the pussy doesn't lie, Taylor." I rubbed my thumb and forefinger together, then slowly pulled them apart. The ooze from her cunt stretched into a thin line between them.

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….

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?