Milk Stories Novels & Stories

It was coming from her—my stepmom Sarah—and him—my stepbrother Jake. I lounged on the big sectional couch in the living room, legs stretched out, my nipples already hardening against the thin white fabric of my tank top. No bra. I hadn’t worn one on purpose. The wine had me flushed and bold, my pussy tingling with that slow, forbidden ache I’d been ignoring for months.

And him too of course. "Are you serious right now? Because you drink milk like every day. Only a blind man would fail to notice. Even when you are angry and stomping around in your room, you still order, or should I say beg the maids to get you a glass of milk. It's really funny but kind of serene. So I was thinking, maybe there is a reason why you love milk too much. Does it make you live longer or what? Enlighten me. Educate me, I'm far out, I guess." He said and placed a careful smile on my face. If only he knew that the only reason I had a glass or two glasses of milk every day was because my baby loved it, and demanded that I had one every day or I would not sleep. That was mother insti

“Darling, this cow was sent here from Holland. The parenting books say fresh drinking milk is good for the fetus.” As he spoke, he took a cup of milk to feed Crystal. “I don’t want to drink it.”

The lakes leaves nothing untouched until a divorce is filed and then they have their way leaving you deteriorated. That was my case the first time and second and third until I think in have suffered enough to let these beast lovers drink up my entire milk. The milk of a woman is a foundation of her glory, never let any man drink it up till his satisfaction least it becomes sour to him and he looks for another cow to milk from. Of-course cows that’s what they see us as…

“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.

My stomach cramped with pain. Lisa Witherspoon said she'd go buy me some hot milk, but she came back with a room-temperature one instead. When I asked her about it, she brushed it off. "I ran into Freddy on the way. He said he wanted something hot, so I gave it to him. Room temperature's basically the same anyway." Standing in the cold November wind, I thought about the past three years, every single time Lisa had chosen Freddy Bateman over me, and I suddenly felt like none of it meant anything anymore. I heard my own voice, perfectly calm, saying, "Let's break up." She looked at me like it was a joke. "So which of my social media accounts are you going to block this time?" What she did

“I still have the diary in my safe. You can read it from page to page if you don’t believe. Her father was a drunk quite alright but he never touched her. All those things were lies to gain sympathy from us. It was the only way she knew to get away from the life of poverty her father was subjecting to, no offence to you madam of course.” Martha laughed. “The truth is the truth,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “Why didn’t you tell me all this before?” Ayanda asked her husband. “You were so into the girl the moment you laid eyes on her. I knew the truth would break your heart.” “Oh my God how can this be happening?” “I think I should leave and come back some other time.” Martha reminded th

she said again. When her Mom first told her that she was going to be changing schools, she wasn't happy, she hated being the new girl at school, the one that everyone stared and pointed at but now, she was determined never to let some spoiled brats at Maverick High bring her down. She finished with breakfast, picked up her backpack and went out to the car, her Mom got into the driver's seat and they were off.

AMARACHI (Amarachi Edwards) "This is the fifth school you're rejecting today." my mum said. She looked really frustrated and stressed. My mum is a single parent. My Dad died when I was still a little child. We just recently relocated from our former house so I had to change school.

Story 5: Fuck, I'm on Cloud 9 Lydia’s legs felt weak as she crept downstairs, still flushed and unsatisfied. Her pussy throbbed with every step, Julian’s cum slowly leaking down her inner thigh. She told herself she was just getting water. That was all. But the moment she reached the kitchen, her eyes locked on Mila. Mila stood at the counter in a loose tank top and shorts, slowly licking a spoon of ice cream. The creamy dessert melted on her tongue as she dragged it deliberately across her full lips, eyes lifting to meet Lydia’s with dark amusement.