Our Lesbian Fantasies: 10 Story Lesbian Taboo Collection W/ BONUS! (Lesbian Taboo Romance)

by Nicolette Dane

“That’s okay,” said Maizy, reaching over and gently rubbing her fingers through the fur covering Sarah’s mound. “Just tell me what to do.”

  “I miss the taste of your pussy,” said Sarah shyly, looking away a bit as though she were blushing. “Why don’t you come sit on my face?”

  “So forward,” beamed Maizy. “I like it.” Sarah giggled softly.

  Climbing up over Sarah, Maizy positioned herself facing forward over Sarah’s head. She felt Sarah reach up and stroke her pussy lips a couple of times and then give them a loving squeeze, sending a tremor of pleasure through Maizy’s limbs. Looking down the length of Sarah’s body, she saw her stepsister’s enlarged breasts staring back at her, as well as her large belly jutting out from her small frame. Sarah’s knees hung up in the air, her feet digging into the bed sheets.

  Maizy lowered her hips down slowly until her wanting pussy met with Sarah’s lips. As she closed in, Sarah released her tongue and began sloppily licking at her stepsister’s pussy, running her tongue between Maizy’s lips, lapping up the ensuing wetness. Maizy released a contented sigh as Sarah began her lusty attentions, and she softly whirled her hips over her stepsister’s face.

  Sarah lowered one of her hands to her own pussy and slowly started to rub herself in concentric circles, focusing on her clit, and manipulating any moisture coming from her insides upwards to assist in lubricating her fleshy nub. She focused on pleasing Maizy, who hovered just an inch above her, suckling at Maizy’s sopping cavern, slurping at it just as Maizy had done earlier to her nipple. Maizy watched as her stepsister ate her out, and unable to help herself, she too reached down and fondled herself. She ran her fingers through her own thinly trimmed pubes, and gave devoted attention to her own clit.

  Sarah’s body squirmed and rustled as she pleasured Maizy from underneath, and Maizy watched as Sarah’s inflated breasts bobbed hypnotically. Maizy then reached her free hand out and took one of Sarah’s tits in it, slowly beginning to squeeze and massage it, focusing on the dark pink areola and nipple. Without much work, Sarah’s nipple leaked droplets of milk from it, some thick and some thin, and as these beads of cream exited from Sarah’s nipple, they slowly trailed down the topside of her tit.

  Sarah moaned into Maizy’s pussy as her stepsister pawed at her breast, pinching her nipple, extracting globules of her creamy lactation. As the lusty feelings grew more intense inside of her, Sarah quickened the pace at which she diddled herself and suckled on Maizy’s pussy with greater suction. She approached Maizy’s clit now and wrapped her lips around it, slurping and sucking, her ardent kissing growing in audibility.

  With Sarah attended to her clit, Maizy moved her hand to Sarah’s other tit and now groped and pulled at both of Sarah’s breasts simultaneously. She could feel the heat rising inside of her, tingles coursing through her flesh, and this only inspired her to fumble harder at her stepsister’s nipples. Maizy pinched and squeezed until thin streams of milk began to squirt up into the air from Sarah’s nipples, lactating spurts flying up and then quickly coming back down and landing on Sarah’s belly, on the bed, and some even squirting back and splashing onto Maizy’s own small chest. These dribbles of milk slid down over Maizy’s tits and down to her stomach. Likewise, milk rivulets oozed down Sarah’s large belly.

  “Oh fuck,” called out Maizy, feeling powerfully turned on by her stepsister’s attentions to her clit as well as at the sight of Sarah’s milk spraying over the two girls’ skin.

  It all then hit Maizy like a sucker punch. She was sitting atop her pregnant stepsister’s face, having her pussy licked, pawing at her engorged tits, shooting streams of milk all over the two of them. How taboo. How forbidden. Maizy loved it and it heightened her amorous feelings even more, sending quivers of pleasure shaking through her thighs. She wobbled slightly as she continued this train of thought and then took a deep breath and gave one of Sarah’s nipples and even harder squeeze. Not only did this cause a thicker spurt of milk to shoot out, but Sarah moaned deeply and fervidly into Maizy’s pussy, vibrating her mouth against Maizy’s lips.

  Maizy watched as Sarah fondled her own clit at an increased pace, almost mashing at it, almost abusing it, her fingertips flying in circles around the little pleasure center. She even caught the slight glisten of wetness, a little bead of sodden grool, drip from between her stepsister’s puffy pussy lips. Her mound and pussy were peppered with fine red hairs, shining softly in the low light of the bedroom lamps.

  Her focus on Sarah’s pussy was interrupted as she sudden felt a single finger slide up into her asshole. This sent Maizy’s head spinning. She could feel Sarah’s lips going mad on her soaked pussy, and having used some of that dampness as lubrication Sarah penetrated her stepsister’s ass and lustily thrust her finger in and out of Maizy’s rear hole. Maizy could feel her hole dilate and constrict with each push, her puckered ring gripping onto Sarah’s moving finger.

  “That’s really fucking awesome, Sis,” said Maizy with her head spinning. “You know that’s my spot.”

  “Mm hmm,” hummed Sarah into Maizy’s clit as she increased the speed of her anal penetrations.

  Maizy folded over slightly, the intensity of attention growing her pleasure to a point that she was unable to continue holding herself upright. In her folded over position, she came face to face with Sarah’s belly and Maizy slowly licked the thin streams of milk up off of it.

  Then the quivering started. Maizy felt electricity course through her body and her feet felt as though they were going numb. She clenched her asshole tightly around Sarah’s finger, and Sarah took this as sign to simply leave her finger inserted and stop her thrusting. Sarah’s lips and tongue, however, did not stop their work, instead redoubling her effort and really attacking Maizy’s clit. Maizy felt her vision go blurry for a moment, a single tear flowing from her eye. She braced her hands onto the bed now, her ass up but hips still lowered to keep her underside near her stepsister’s moist mouth.

  “I’m coming,” sighed Maizy. “Oh Shit!”

  Maizy saw that her stepsister’s hips were beginning to gyrate harder as well, her self-pleasure taking her to the precipice along with Maizy as though the synchronization had been planned. With each breath that came from Maizy’s agape mouth, a moan left with it. She felt heated in the chest, their skin humid and sticky with sweat against each other as they both stumbled toward orgasm.

  Clenching her pussy now, Maizy’s legs and thighs tightened, squeezing as the quavers moved through her. She could feel gooey streams of wetness drip from her pussy, just then feeling Sarah’s face move away from her pussy. Maizy could feel Sarah below her, crying softly in pleasured whines, and as Maizy looked to Sarah’s crotch she saw Sarah tightly holding onto herself, thrusting her hips back and forth into the air.

  The stepsister’s were coming together.

  Maizy started to topple over to the side, and as she made this move Sarah slipped her finger out of Maizy’s ass. With a loud groan, Maizy landed on the soft and fluffy bed sheets, reaching down to hold her own tender pussy, throbbing and moist and pulsing, the flesh between her thighs damp with perspiration.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” quietly whined Sarah, clenching herself between her legs, and making sounds as though she were crying. This brought Maizy back in time. Sarah’s orgasms were always so sweet. Her post-coital routine was always one of novelty, of tenderness, and like she was confusingly tumbling through her very first time.

  “Oh God,” huffed Maizy now, the aftershocks asynchronously and unpredictably hitting her thighs. She shuddered there lying on the bed for a few moments more, letting the energy flow through her.

  “How are you?” asked Sarah in a whimpering and small voice, her breathing heavy, her belly bouncing up and down with each pant.

  “I’m… perfect,” said Maizy lovingly. She reached over and stroked her stepsister’s thigh dotingly.

  “When you started milking me,” started Sarah, pausing to breath. “I almost lost it. It felt so good.”

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��I love you, Sarah,” said Maizy, still petting her stepsister’s thigh. Maizy closed her eyes and gently held onto her own drenched pussy, still feeling little orgasmic shocks run through her.

  “I love you, too,” said Sarah. “Just like old times.”

  “Mm hmm,” sighed Maizy.

  “Chad’s gone all weekend,” said Sarah. “I think we’re going to have a lot of fun for your stay.”

  “We can stay in the whole time,” said Maizy, her hand brushing up against her stepsister’s large belly. “We don’t have to leave the house at all.”

  “I’d like that,” cooed Sarah, closing her eyes.

  The girls both began to drift into an afterglow reverie, content and joyous from their lustful engagement. Maizy danced in her own head, so happy to have rekindled this taboo longing with her stepsister. She could feel the heat percolating off of Sarah’s flesh, so close to Maizy’s own body. This was what love was. This was what was right.

  It felt astounding.

  A MILKY MESS ON MY DRESS

  “I’m so glad we could do this,” said Ren, adjusting her oversized sunglasses as she sat in the passenger side of the car. She wore a thin white cotton sundress that barely covered her thighs and diminutive yellow leather sandals on her feet. “This is the first time I’ve really gotten out since before I was pregnant.”

  “It gives a whole other meaning to Labor Day,” joked Trina, looking over from the driver side and grinning at Ren. The car flew down the highway at a nice cruising clip.

  “Sharp as ever,” said Ren, reaching out and lovingly putting her hand on Trina’s shoulder. Trina was a petite girl, laid back, cool and composed. She wore very short khaki shorts and a teal and black striped racer-back yoga-style tank top. With dark hair, an olive complexion, and smooth skin, Trina was a total knockout.

  “Well, I’m so excited that I could pull you away from the family,” said Trina as she kept her sunglass-covered eyes on the road, her hands fingering the bottom of the steering wheel of her sporty BMW. “Labor Day weekend away with just us.”

  “Are we still best friends even though I’m a mother now and we hardly see each other?” asked Ren half-jokingily, an uncertain smile spread across her lips as she anticipated Trina’s answer.

  “Babe,” said Trina matter-of-factly. “Yes, of course.” She turned her head and grinned at Ren lovingly. “You’re my one and only.”

  “That’s a relief,” said Ren, fussing her with dyed dark red hair. She smiled to herself as she tied her hair up into a lazy bun.

  “You think I’d leave you in the dust just because you started a family?” said Trina. “I figured it would be the other way around.”

  “No way!” exclaimed Ren. “You know how much I love you.”

  “Well, that’s just how it usually goes,” said Trina. “I never hear from Audra anymore.”

  “Not with me,” said Ren. “I need to spend time with my girl!”

  “Renny,” said Trina, looking over her sunglasses at Ren. “You’ve got something going on over here,” she said, pointing to Ren’s chest.

  “Huh?” said Ren, looking down at her chest. “Oh shit. Yeah, I know,” she said, bringing her hands up and touching the moist fabric over her breasts. The white cloth had grown a little darker and damp where her nipples met the dress. “I knew I should have worn a bra.”

  “Are you leaking?” said Trina.

  “Yes,” sighed Ren. “It happens. I’m lactating like crazy.”

  “You’re still breastfeeding?” said Trina.

  “I am,” said Ren. “I’m not really pumping anymore because he’s weaning off, but my tits are still full of milk.”

  “You’ll have to show me sometime this weekend!” teased Trina, grinning at Ren, and then making a kissy face at her.

  “Show you my milky tits?” said Ren, laughing at her friend’s implication. “You’re ridiculous.”

  “I’ve never seen it in person,” said Trina. “C’mon, you can show your best friend.”

  “Oh yeah?” said Ren with a renewed sense of freedom and fancifulness. “How about right now?” Pulling her dress down over one of her breasts, she took her engorged tit in her hand and began to put firm pressure on it at the nipple.

  “Ren!” exclaimed Trina, giggling as she saw what her friend was doing. Her head moved back and forth from the road to Ren and she instinctively put up a hand to shield herself.

  Ren squeezed a few more times at her nipple until a milky white spurt shot out of it in Trina’s direction. As she did this, both girls were stumbling toward hysterics, laughing and amused. Another squirt of milk streamed out toward Trina and hit her blocking hand.

  “You’re crazy!” cried Trina, still tittering with excitement. “You got my hand!” Trina pulled her hand back and looked at it, a thin layer of creamy lactation coating her palm. She brought it down to her shorts and wiped it off.

  “Have you had enough?” threatened Ren jokingly. She held her tit pointed at her friend, her fingers gripping her nipple and ready to shoot.

  “Yes!” said Trina. “You got it all over my car.”

  “Well, it’s all over my dress now too,” said Ren, looking down and seeing a few streams of wetness down the front of her white dress. “So we’re even.” Ren pulled her dress back up over her breast and readjusted the fabric to get comfortable.

  “Your tits are way bigger than they used to be,” remarked Trina, bringing her eyes back toward the road.

  “That’s what happens when you become cow,” said Ren facetiously. “Two big bags of milk on my chest.”

  “I think they look good,” said Trina. “Big full breasts. I bet you turn a lot of heads with those.”

  “Oh my God,” said Ren. “I notice people looking all the time,” she said with a laugh. “Most people aren’t even sly about it.”

  “That’s hilarious,” remarked Trina.

  “Yep,” said Ren with a contented sigh. She looked down at her chest and again touched herself through the milky moist cloth, two big round soaking marks on either side of her dress.

  “So did I tell you about this cabin?” said Trina. “I can’t believe I was able to get it reserved on Labor Day weekend. Total luck.”

  “You told me a little,” said Ren.

  “You’re going to love it,” said Trina. “It’s small and quaint, faux-rustic. And it’s literally right on the beach of Lake Michigan.”

  “Sounds like it was pretty expensive,” said Ren.

  “Don’t worry,” said Trina, looking over to her friend and grinning. “I’ve got money.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” said Ren, waving off Trina but returning her friend’s smile.

  “I just want us to have a relaxing and fun weekend together,” said Trina. “I’m glad you’re with me,” she said, reaching her hand over and giving Ren’s bare thigh a light squeeze.

  “Me too, Trina,” said Ren, sweetly caressing her friend’s arm.

  “We’re getting close,” said Trina, looking off into the distance. “I can smell the water.”

  *

  The door to the cabin flung open and in walked Ren and Trina, each with a duffel bag slung over their shoulder. Decorated in a blue and white nautical theme, the small cabin was little more than a single room with a kitchen jutting off to one side, a bathroom, and a little living area with two couches facing each other. The queen-sized bed took up most of the cabin and looked out through large bay windows, with an amazing view of Lake Michigan and the beach.

  “Small, but nice,” said Ren, sauntering into the room and tossing her duffel bag onto the bed. She put her hands on her hips and gazed out of the window toward the beach. “That view sells this place, though.”

  “Damn,” said Trina, joining Ren and looking out of the window. “We’ve got to get down there and into that water.” She dropped her duffel next to Ren’s on the bed.

  “I definitely need to change out of this dress,” said Ren, looking down at herself. Her breasts had leaked even more since their car
ride, streams of wetness running down the front of the light cotton fabric. Two large moist spots hovered around her nipples. “My dress is a milky mess!”

  “Ha!” laughed Trina. “Can’t take you anywhere.”

  “They kinda ache, too,” said Ren, tenderly applying pressure to her tits over the thin fabric. As she squeezed them softly together, the wet spots near her nipples grew even soggier and her areolas could be seen through the white dress.

  “So what do you do to alleviate that?” asked Trina inquisitively. “I mean, it must happen a lot.”

  “Well, when I was pumping it was easier,” said Ren. “But I’m weaning my body off the pump. So I guess I just milk them myself when they get too tender.”

  “Or else they leak all over your clothes, huh?” said Trina.

  “I guess so!” said Ren with a laugh.

  “Well,” started Trina, bumping her hip into Ren’s lightheartedly. “Let’s milk them so we can get down to the beach!”

  “Let’s?” asked Ren. “You and I?”

  “Come on,” said Trina. “I can join in the fun. This is our weekend!”

  “You don’t think it’s weird?” said Ren.

  “How many times have I seen you naked?” Trina replied. “Besides, I want to see how you do it.”

  “Okay,” said Ren with a bit of nervousness in her face. Reaching to the sides of the top of the white dress, she carefully slid it down over her breasts. Her breasts were bulging and engorged, obviously swollen and enlarged with milk, a couple of blue veins noticeable beneath her light skin. Ren’s areolas, too, had grown puffy and inflated, and were dark pink in color. She continued sliding her dress down her torso until it moved past her hips, revealing a pair of bright white boy short panties. The dress then fell to the ground and Ren stepped out of it.

  “You look great,” said Trina, sizing up Ren’s body. “Your belly even looks good for having just been pregnant.” Trina reached out and grazed her hand over Trina’s stomach. As she did this, Ren felt a tingle move through her and she sucked in her tummy in anxiety.