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

by Nicolette Dane

  “Rach’,” said Anna coolly. “Can I tell you something?”

  “Sure, babe,” said Rachel. “Anything.”

  “Ever since I got pregnant,” started Anna, fidgeting slightly as her stepsister stroked her ass. “I haven’t gotten any, you know… sexual attention from anyone.”

  “Really?” said Rachel. “Not even Rick?”

  “No,” said Anna. “A pretty long dry spell.”

  “That’s awful,” said Rachel.

  “So, I guess I’m wondering…” said Anna, trailing off and letting her words hang heavy in the air.

  “Yeah?” said Rachel.

  “I’m wondering if you would, um, help me out?” said Anna.

  “I think so,” said Rachel, kissing the back of Anna’s head once more as they lay there in spooning. “But it’s got to be our secret, okay?”

  “Mm hmm,” agreed Anna. “I won’t tell anyone what we do together.”

  Rachel moved her hand from Anna’s ass and snaked it in between her stepsister’s thighs, her fingers turned upward and beginning to softly pinch at Anna’s pussy lips through the tensile material of her panties. As she did this, Anna faintly moaned, opening her thighs slightly to give Rachel more access. After a few amorous pinches, Rachel could feel spots of wetness soaking through Anna’s panties.

  “Does that feel okay?” cooed Rachel into Anna’s ear.

  “It’s great,” hummed Anna, sighing heavily with pleasure as she dissolved into the sheets.

  “You don’t think this is weird, do you?” said Rachel.

  “No,” said Anna matter-of-factly. “I think it feels nice.”

  “Me too,” said Rachel, lower her head to Anna’s shoulder as she began kissing her stepsister’s soft neck.

  Rachel’s stroking of Anna’s pussy through her panties grew more vigorous and the wetness soaking through more pronounced. Anna closed her eyes, relaxing into the pleasure, one of her hands caressing her large pregnant belly in front of her. In an adept movement, Rachel moved her fingers up the leg hole of Anna’s panties and began petting her stepsister skin on skin. She could feel the moist, soft folds of Anna’s womanhood, her flesh peppered with soft curly fur.

  “Oh Rachel,” murmured Anna, squirming into the sheets. Rachel once more planted a few soft kisses on Anna’s neck.

  Rachel traced her fingertips through the middle of Anna’s slit, fondling Anna’s tender and pink insides, her fingers easily trailing through Anna’s pussy with the help of her growing dampness. In a gentle movement, Rachel slid her fingers up inside of Anna’s hole, thrusting them in up to her knuckles, and as she did this Anna cried a passionate groan. Rachel slowly penetrated her stepsister, moving her fingers in, wetly pulling them out, pushing them back in, and again pulling them out. Subtle squeaky fleshy sounds of Anna’s wetness could be heard with each thrust.

  “Take off my panties,” instructed Anna in a sex-drunk tone.

  “My panties,” corrected Rachel teasingly.

  “Just get them off of me,” said Anna, her hand moving from stroking her belly up to her tit, massaging it absentmindedly.

  Rachel slowly removed her fingers from Anna’s pussy and then out from the leg hole of her panties. She reached up to the elastic band at the top of the panties and with both hands she slid them down over her stepsister’s hips, pushing them down her thighs, and letting them rest just above Anna’s knees. Rachel brought her hands back up and began to massage Anna’s bare ass cheeks, her two wet figures sliming moisture onto one side of Anna’s rear.

  Positioning her fingers back between Anna’s thighs, Rachel returned to tenderly caressing her stepsister, running her fingers from Anna’s clit, through her pinkness, landing on her taint and then lightly grazing her asshole. She did this a number of times as Anna took deeper and deeper breaths, her belly protruded and contracting with each puff. Rachel, still spooning Anna, took her other hand and lightly petted her stepsister’s lower back, feeling a light coating of sweat on her flesh.

  “Touch my ass,” cooed Anna.

  “Okay,” whispered Rachel, nuzzling her face into the back of Anna’s head.

  Rachel traced her fingers once more through Anna’s pussy and landed on her tight little puckered hole, her wet fingers gently rubbing it in a slow circle. Anna moaned ardently as Rachel touched her, and then Anna brought her own hand down to her pussy and began diddling her wet clit, fondling herself at the same speed as her stepsister did from behind.

  “Do you want me to put my fingers inside?” asked Rachel hotly into Anna’s ear, kissing it afterwards.

  “Mm hmm,” affirmed Anna, focusing on the pleasure she was giving to herself.

  Rachel applied pleasure to Anna’s asshole, her wet fingers trying to goad the hole to dilate and let her in. She rubbed her fingertips around Anna’s crinkled ring, feeling the few little hairs that grew between her cheeks. Anna’s breathing grew heavier still, and as she breathed Rachel could feel her tight asshole opening and closing. Timing her fondling, Rachel waited for Anna’s hole to expand with her breath and once she felt it open up, she gradually slid a single fingertip into it. Rachel rolled her finger around, tracing it over the minute folds of Anna’s rear entrance.

  “Fuck,” sighed Anna, her self-pleasure growing fervid, her fingertips rubbing in quick circles around herself, obviously enjoying her stepsister’s attention from behind.

  As Rachel felt Anna’s ass become looser, she slid her entire finger inside, pumping it in and out. By this time, Anna’s pussy was secreting creamy lusty juices, and a large globule of her grool dripped out from her insides, coursed down her taint, and lubricated Rachel’s anal penetration. Rachel took advantage of this wetness, using it to thrust her finger into Anna’s ass at a much quicker pace.

  “Two fingers,” exhaled Anna, her face beginning to scrunch up, little lines forming across her forehead.

  Rachel took the suggestion, pushing another finger into her stepsister’s ass, widening the hole, and penetrating in sustained and methodic motions. Anna’s rear eagerly accepted Rachel’s thrusts, providing little resistance as Rachel’s fingers moistly coursed in and out.

  “That’s great,” moaned Anna, her body rocking back and forth as Rachel pushed into her. Anna started gripping tightly onto her pussy, settling herself momentarily, then returning to her self-love. Her legs were quivering and Rachel could feel her stepsister shaking as she pressed up against her from behind. Anna’s ass then began contracting tightly around Rachel’s fingers, releasing them with an exhale, and then gripping them once more. Rachel could feel the grasps around her fingers as she penetrated, making it just a bit more difficult to push back in.

  With a hard ass clench and a big moan, Anna’s body shuddered and squirmed. Her legs kicked and her hand palmed her pussy, holding onto it tenderly. Rachel’s fingers remain lodged up in her stepsister’s ass but she ceased her thrusts, letting Anna journey through her passionate and jerky orgasm.

  “Oh God,” called Anna, smacking her head into the pillow and keeping her eyes closed tight. Her upper body rocked back and forth over her extended pregnant belly, her hand still firmly wedged between her thighs. Rachel gently rubbed Anna’s back and slowly pulled her two fingers out of her stepsister’s clenched hole.

  Reaching her hand over Anna, Rachel sweetly rubbed the underside of Anna’s belly and hugged onto her stepsister, feeling Anna’s squirms and quakes. The bursts of orgasmic energy began to wane, where at first they happened every few seconds, now it was up to ten or fifteen seconds between the little seizures.

  “Oh, thank you,” sighed Anna, rubbing her butt back into Rachel, cuddling into the spooning embrace that Rachel was giving her from behind.

  “You’re welcome, Sis,” said Rachel with a smile broadly across her lips.

  “Mmm,” hummed Anna, rubbing her palm over her still moist vulva. “I think I have to pee again.”

  When she said this, Rachel sat up on the bed and reached her hand down, taking hold of Anna’s panties
and pulling them the rest of the way down her legs and off her feet.

  “Let’s go,” said Rachel.

  *

  Back in the bathroom, Anna stood in the tub wearing only the stretchy purple tank top, her pregnant belly hanging out of it at the bottom. She was nude from the waist down, running her fingers lightly through her soft pubic hair. Below her and kneeling in the tub was Rachel, still dressed in her black t-shirt and pink panties, rubbing her palms up and down over Anna’s thighs.

  “You sure?” said Anna, smiling down at her stepsister.

  “Mm hmm,” replied Rachel, nodding her head emphatically.

  “Okay,” said Anna. She placed her hand over her pussy and spread her lips out with her fingers. Standing there for a moment, steadying her breathing, a thin stream of piss began to exit her pussy, dripping down her inner thigh. The stream then grew in force, squirting out from her body and hitting Rachel, running down the front of her shirt. As the strength of her stream grew, Rachel smiled and wiggled her top half, enjoyment spread across her face.

  Rachel leaned in closer now, putting her face in the path of her stepsister’s urination. Opening up, Rachel accepted a stream of Anna’s piss until it completely filled her mouth. Rachel let the piss spill out from the lips, down her shirt, and into the tub below.

  During all this, Rachel herself began to piss. Her pale pink panties grew darker in color and trickles of pee dribbled through the fabric and out of the sides of her panties. She leaned her face in close to Anna’s body, laying her head on Anna’s thigh, and massaging the underside of her stepsister’s pussy as she watched the continuous stream of piss jet out of Anna. Between Rachel’s own legs, a pool of yellow water was accumulating on the white porcelain tub.

  “Mmm,” sighed Rachel, gently gliding her hand up Anna’s pussy and sticking a finger out to interrupt the flow of her stepsister’s piss stream. As she did this, Anna’s urine coursed down over Rachel’s hand and down the length of her arm.

  Anna giggled as she watched Rachel.

  “You’re funny,” said Anna. “I love you,” she reached her hand over her pregnant belly and softly stroked her stepsister’s dark black hair.

  Rachel moved her hand down between her legs and caressed her own pussy over her piss-wet panties. A few more squirts of urine came out of her, trickling down her thighs. Anna’s piss stream grew weaker, ending in a few soft squirts, until it was no more.

  “That was fun,” beamed Rachel, quickly standing up in the tub. She lurched out and hugged her stepsister tightly, her panties still dribbling with remnants of piss.

  “I think we found a new activity to do together,” said Anna, returning her sister’s hug lovingly.

  “Definitely,” agreed Rachel. Stepping back from their hug, Rachel lifted her shirt up over her head and tossed it to the bathroom floor. Next she did the same with her soaked panties, pulling them down her legs and over her feet, letting them fall to the tile squares next to the tub. She stood there nude in front her stepsister, wiggling her small chest back and forth.

  “You do me now,” said Rachel, leaping out of the bathtub and making her way toward the bathroom door. “Race you back to the bedroom.”

  “I’m pregnant!” exclaimed Anna. “No fair!”

  Rachel laughed as she busted out of the bathroom, making her way toward the hallway with little droplets of pee still dotting her inner thighs and dripping lightly to the floor. Anna followed her stepsister’s lead, jumping out of the tub and giving chase. They both felt alive and joyous in that moment as they bounded through the condo naked and wet, excited for the pleasures to come and jubilant that they had reinvigorated their already close relationship, taking it to a new taboo level of wonder and delight.

  DESPERATELY ABOUT TO BURST

  I ran up to the front of my building as quickly as I could and fumbled with the electronic keypad, punching in my code to unlock the door. I was going insane, squeezing my legs together and crouching down, desperately trying to stop from wetting myself. Typing my code in, I mistakenly hit the wrong number and had to wait 30 seconds to try again.

  Before I got to the front door of my condo building, I had been in the car for 45 minutes driving back into the city from the suburbs. I had spent the morning with my family, getting brunch and shopping, but had to head home to prepare for a party at my place tonight with my roommate. It wasn’t long after I got in my car that I realized I really had to go pee. Too much water and too much coffee at the restaurant. The ride home was painful. Pressing my thighs together tightly to keep myself from peeing, getting road rage at the city traffic.

  And here I was, back at my condo, so incredibly out of my mind that I could hardly punch in the door code properly.

  I was ready to cry. My body trembled and shivered. I squatted down in front of the door and took a deep breath, my straight blonde hair falling into my face and over my eyes. I could feel little dribbles of pee seep out of me and wet the front of my panties. I was becoming resigned to the fact that I was going to wet myself right now, pissing through my panties and my white shorts. Why had I worn white shorts? The anxiety was becoming too much to bear.

  Feeling a second attempt in me, I quickly stood up and struggled to input my door code one more time. Success! I ripped the door open and bolted inside, passing up my mailbox and almost tripping over a package that the delivery service had tossed inside haphazardly. Turning round a corner, I sped down the short, narrow hallway that lead to the elevator.

  Once approaching the elevator, I hit the button for what seamed like minutes. It was a slow elevator in an older, industrial style loft building. It took forever. I waited, struggling, holding my crotch, trying not to think about completely drenching myself, staining my shorts yellow, right there in public. What if one of my neighbors saw me? I would be so embarrassed. Everybody would think I was a freak. Who pisses themselves in the lobby of their condo building?

  Looking up, I saw the elevator floor change from the third floor to the second. How a building that only had three floors had such a slow elevator, I’ll never understand. But at least it was coming down. My bladder was overflowing and it felt like it could burst right out of me. I’d never experienced having to pee so badly. I could see it happening to old people, but I was only 22. How had it gotten to this point?

  I again squatted down to the floor, bending myself at my midsection to attempt to stymie the urge. Folded over and achy, I bounced nervously on my feet, looking down at the ground, taking slow and deep breathes. My hands slid between my legs and I held tightly to myself, gripping at my pussy through my clothes, trying to stop it all from squirting out onto the floor below me.

  There was a single trickle. Then another. My panties were moistening further still. Piss slowly exited me and saturated the underside of my panties, dribbling slightly into my ass crack and wetting my panties in the back as well. Then I heard the elevator ding, looked up, and saw that it had arrived to the first floor. Quickly standing up, I shook my body out, ready to get up to my condo to finally relieve myself.

  As the elevator door slowly slid open, I could not believe my eyes. Inside of it were two moving men and a wide couch positioned upright, completely taking up all the space in the elevator.

  “Pardon us,” one of them said. He placed a weighty doorstop in the way of the elevator door to prevent it from closing. “It’ll just be a few minutes for us to get this couch out.”

  “Gah!” I exclaimed, infuriated by the inconvenience but even more anxiety ridden because I felt as though I was absolutely going to explode with piss.

  Coming up with a new plan, I ran away from the elevator and toward the back hallway. The stairwell, why hadn’t I thought of it originally? Tearing the door open to the stairwell, I leapt up onto the first stair and then bounded up the rest, skipping steps on occasion, frantic to get upstairs and to my bathroom. One hand lingered near the railing in case I happened to trip and the other was lodged firmly between my legs, holding onto myself, tightening and
squeezing. I was going mad.

  I pushed through the door to the third floor, hurriedly made a right, and rushed down the hallway. Reaching behind myself, I unhooked the small bundle of keys from my shorts belt loop and fidgeted with them until I found the key to my condo, gripping onto it tightly and ready to thrust it into the lock as quickly as possible. I made one more turn, almost crying in distressed anguish, and saw my door at the end of the hall. Reaching my door, I stuck the key out into the doorknob and missed. I tried again and missed.

  “Come on,” I said aloud. “Fuck!”

  In my nervousness I had lost some of my motor skills, but I was successful in inserted the key on the third attempt. I unlocked the door, busted inside, and quickly slammed the door behind me.

  Inside of my condo, I tossed my keys to a table near the doorway, releasing them with a little too much force and causing them to slide off the table and fall to the floor. I didn’t care. I raced across the length of the open-layout loft space, desperately trying to get to the bathroom.

  Being so close, my body knew it was almost time to release and it started to relax, only making the urge to piss grow tenfold in me. I couldn’t believe it. I was furious. My brain was cloudy. All I could think of was getting this pee out of me. As I dashed across the floor, one of my flip-flops fell off my foot and almost tripped me up, but I kept going, seeing the bathroom door in sight.

  But as I neared the bathroom, I saw that the door was closed. Approaching the outside of it, I heard that familiar pitter patter of water coming from behind the door. My roommate Emma must be taking a shower. I wanted to beat down that door, punch my fist through the thin wood. I was livid. I felt another dribble of pee run out of me and pool into my panties, quickly absorbing into the fabric, and adding to the dampness I was feeling between my legs.