Lesbian Milking Novels & Stories

She looked down with both panic and disgust at the moist circle forming on her tee shirt over one of her baby watermelon shaped breasts. She was no longer repulsed by the idea of sexing Derek and his partners, but she was in a panic that she wouldn’t find him in time to get the most from the magic milk she offered. She wasn’t sure exactly how the milk thing worked, but she believed the witch about its power and she didn’t want a missed opportunity.

“Look at this leaking cow taking all our seed.” “Her udders are going to swell even more with all this cum inside her.” “Such a good little milk factory. Moo while I breed you.” I mooed loudly with every thrust, my voice hoarse and broken. Cum leaked from my pussy in thick white rivers, mixing with my milk in the trough below. The machine never stopped draining my tits.

She's got moonglow tits that bob in night waters, perfect round globes like curled-up white rabbits with black peaks of areola and gray nipples because she's all poison and ebony eyes and milky skin. She's curled up in my closet in a nest fit for the Zu bird and sweet seraph curses and she crows and speaks the language of birds that are girls, or girls that are monsters, with scaled legs and owl wings from ancient Sumerian carvings, but she's not perched on two lions, her thin wan legs are jumping on your bed and you're throwing pillows at each other and painting her lips and talons with a pop of cherry poison. It's all fun and games until arsenic kisses and slashed throats of words fly, it'

The gruff voice demanded. “Erwawk… let go of me!” It sounded like he threw her on the floor as the cow made distressed sounds. “Does my herd look like I have a brown cow? These are real cows, Holsteins, not your kind. Go away, I haven’t finished milking.” “What are you so afraid of, little bird?” He bellowed at her as I cringed against the wall under the milking booth, hoping the real cow would hide my scent. “Your kind killed all our werecows,” Orva’s sharp voice declared. “It cost me a fortune to get these from the White Mountains. You can’t kill them, I have documentation!” Her shrill trill made me cover my ears.

‘Sasha, I want to come’ ‘Come baby’ I coaxed. ‘Fuck me… hard’ she begged. I flipped her on her back and pushed her legs back, thrusting into her like an animal. Her whines and moan thrilled me as did the sound of flesh on flesh. ‘Sasha’ she whispered wrapping her legs around me. ‘Yes, like that’ she said as I reached a hand down to stimulate her clit. I groaned loudly as I realized she was completely bald down there. ‘You cheeky little rabbit’ I chuckled.

Harper smiled at me like I’d hung the moon. Jamie snapped their fingers in support. Leah fist pumped. Dani whispered, “Slay.” Then Sienna spoke. “I used to think ‘queer’ fit me better,” she said softly. “But now I think lesbian fits too. Like it doesn’t feel scary anymore.” I nudged her. “Because you have amazing taste in girlfriends.” She snorted so loudly someone dropped a pen. The meeting kept going people sharing stories, tiny wins, and stupid moments. Leah talked about her crush on the girl who works at Smoothie King.

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….

In the palace chamber, the voices echoed in panic as maids ran hither and thither. There was a great stir in the belly of the Queen just before dawn. The high priestess lit a candle and went to a second and a third around the grand bed of the laboring mother. The midwife pulled out the washing stand so that she could wring the wet cloth in the basin and clean the sweats and tears off the Queen's brows. The maids poured some more lukewarm water from their jugs. After another hour passed, a piercing cry of a healthy baby released everyone from the gripping tension.

While the teen lesbian party was taking place Mother was entertaining two other lesbian women and they watched us at play before retiring to Mother’s grand sex boudoir for an afternoon of sexual pleasure. Both women had military experience and had come to give advice for Mother as she planned to form her own army of lesbian warriors. One of the women was a big powerfully built butch lesbian with strong bulging muscles. Meanwhile the schoolgirl orgy was in full swing with panting and screaming girls playing all over the gardens. As Emily worked my clit I felt the shuddering as an orgasm wracked my body and Emily squealed with pleasure as a jet of pussy juice erupted into her mouth. I squirted

A baby grown between lesbian parents has all the possibilities of lagging behind other kinds in mental growth and maturity. Lesbianism is never a disorder to be treated and cured; it is just a sexual orientation. They are neither mentally, nor physically ill. There are certain therapies like reparative or conversion therapy that claim to have treatments to convert sexuality; though not proved by researches and not accepted by scientific society. The thought of a treatment emerges when we take lesbianism as a disorder. Lesbianism is a trait, may be, just as your liking for a particular food item.