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

by Nicolette Dane

  Trina sucked and sucked from Ren’s tit, milk spilling out from her lips and running down her chin. In between Ren’s thighs, Trina’s fingers rubbed and massaged her friend’s slit, blocked only by the silky material of the panties. Trina could feel Ren’s pussy growing moister, her wetness soaking through the panties and thinly moistening her fingertips.

  Pulling back from her suckling, Trina took a deep breath, having a vague feeling of choking from slurping up Ren’s creamy milk too quickly. Trina brought her free hand up and began squeezing at Ren’s nipple, prompting a few loose streams of lactation to spurt out.

  “That’s amazing,” sighed Ren, closing her eyes and tossing her head back. Her arms rested over Trina’s shoulders and her hips softly bounced with Trina’s methodical petting down below.

  Trina’s hand crept up to the elastic band of Ren’s panties and then slid inside the fabric. Her hand was met with furry saturation and quickly finding her friend’s moist clit, Trina started to slowly fondle Ren, her fingers flicking and diddling. Ren arched her back and pushed closer toward Trina, her aching breasts pressing out against Trina’s chest. Both of them had milky wetness coating their chests and as their flesh touched they both felt the creaminess sticking between them.

  “Right there,” moaned Ren, lying her head down on Trina’s shoulder. Her hips started moving up and down with Trina’s motions and as she gyrated, Trina began kissing her softly on the neck. Trina could feel goosebumps on Ren’s neck as she kissed, little fine hairs standing up at attention.

  Trina increased the pressure of her fingers against Ren’s clit, fingering her in steady circles, and from Ren’s writhing Trina could tell she was on the right track. Her fingers were gooey with Ren’s grool, creamy like the milk Trina had just sucked from Ren’s tit, and her constant maneuvers within her friend’s panties coincided with the moaning coming from Ren’s mouth.

  In a break from kissing her friend’s neck, Trina looked down and witnessed Ren’s nipples both faintly leaking globules of milk, little drips of lactation squeezing out of the fine pinholes of their own volition. Trina could feel her pussy throbbing, moist with desire, and this lust increased her passions for Ren as well as the speed of her rubbing.

  Suddenly Ren gripped resolutely onto Trina’s body, her mouth opening and then biting down on the flesh of Trina’s shoulder. She began to weep softly into Trina, delicate tears streaming from her eyes. Her breath was heavy and full and she made a pleasured humming sound against Trina’s skin.

  Trina could feel Ren’s thighs clutching, contracting, and their bodies together produced an intense humidity as they remained pressed together. She knew that her friend was coming, so Trina ceased her clitoral attention and instead tenderly rubbed her hand up and down the length of Ren’s wet slit. Ren’s pussy pulsated and leaked dampness, glazing Trina’s hand as she massaged her friend through her orgasm.

  “Ah!” called Ren, lifting her head up from Trina’s shoulders and pulling back. She tossed her head back and forth and brought her hands up to her chest, fondling her own breasts delicately and tweaking her nipples. “Fucking… Mmm!”

  Trina gracefully removed her hand from the confines of Ren’s panties and brought it up to her face, giving it a quick sniff, catching a whiff of her friend’s natural perfume. It smelled musky, floral, sweet.

  “You’re the best,” cooed Ren, opening her eyes and looking dotingly onto Trina. “Thank you.”

  “Come lay down,” said Trina, collapsing backwards onto the bed and letting her head fall into the mess of pillows. Ren eagerly followed suit, tumbling down next to Trina and cuddling close to her. Her bulky breasts flopped down onto Trina’s chest as she snuggled next to her.

  “That’s not the last time we do this,” admitted Ren, draping her arm over Trina’s flat stomach. Her fingers lightly danced over the flesh of Trina’s side.

  “We have all weekend,” said Trina with a broad smile on her face. She closed her eyes and buckled into the moment. Her friend’s sweaty skin stuck lustily to her own and she could still vaguely feel the creamy rivulets of milk drying on her chest.

  “Labor Day is the best holiday,” quipped Ren, causing both girls to softly laugh. They embraced warmly, content in their hearty and steamy rendezvous.

  Trina felt fulfilled and complete, still sopping between her thighs. Without realizing it, she had synced her breathing with Ren. With a contented sigh Trina began to drift off, dreaming of the adventures that awaited her when she next awoke.

  MY LESBIAN STEPSISTER GOT PREGNANT

  Callie stepped out of the taxi, pushing her wavy blonde hair up and out of her face, and then pulled her bag out behind her. Hoisting her bag up over her shoulder, she closed the taxi door and the car took off down the driveway. She looked around at the house that stood in front of her. It was beautiful and modern, large windows giving her a view of the kitchen and dining room. At a certain angle, Callie could even see through the house and out onto the beach down a slight slope. Trees masked the house from the road and dotted the landscape. This house signified wealth.

  Walking up to the large wooden door, Callie rang the bell and waited. After a few moments without response, she rang the bell again. Still nothing. She then felt her phone buzz in her pocket and reaching into her airy and flowing paisley patterned shorts, she retrieved her phone to look at the message.

  “Down at the beach,” said the text message on her phone. The message was from her stepsister Sofia.

  Callie looked around for a pathway down the hill to the beach. Finding a sidewalk around one side of the house, she followed it to the back deck. The deck was large and wooden, with built-in seating, a comfortable looking chaise bench, and a hot tub off to one side. Tossing her bag near the sliding glass deck door, she traipsed across the deck and toward a set of stairs that lead down to the ocean-side beach below.

  Never had Callie experienced such a gorgeous house and landscape. It was like a dream. Like a movie. As she moved down the staircase, she could see the deep blue waves rollicking up against the pale sand. Her hair fluttered and tussled as the breeze from the waves blew up at her. The wind coursed up her loose t-shirt, persuading it to billow out, her short sleeves gaping over her small arms. It was a perfect sunny day. This was paradise.

  As she approached the beach, off near the water Callie could see her stepsister Sofia looking out into the ocean. She wore loose and baggy black cotton pants and a black bikini top, her dark hair tied up carelessly in a bun. From behind her figure was an hourglass, her slight back offering a delicate curve down to her firm bubble butt. Sofia was Latin and had the body to prove it, a body refined further by her passion for yoga. Her skin was light brown and smooth, lovely against the black of her clothing, and as she stood there at the water’s edge with her back to Callie she certainly looked liked a model.

  Callie neared Sofia, her flip-flop clad feet kicking up sand as she walked, and as she got closer Sofia turned around and caught Callie’s eyes. As the two young women locked eyes, Sofia lit up and smiled wide, lifting a hand up to enthusiastically wave at her stepsister. What caught Callie’s eye, however, was that Sofia was pregnant, her large belly protruding out from her fit frame. Her chest had grown larger since Callie last saw her, the black bikini top barely able to hold in her big breasts.

  “Callie!” exclaimed Sofia, walking away from the water’s edge to meet her stepsister. Sofia’s bare feet slid easily through the sand. “Dios mio! You look wonderful.”

  Callie grinned and shook her head, happy to see her stepsister after a number of years apart. Their parents had married well after both girls had left college and Sofia had been living in Southern California for most of her life. Callie had grown up on the opposite coast in a suburb of New York City, the same place her father and Sofia’s mother now lived.

  “What the hell happened here?” said Callie jokingly, pointing at Sofia’s belly and laughing. “How?” she said, approaching Sofia and wrapping her arms around her stepsister.

>   “What do you mean how?” said Sofia, a playfulness in her voice. She passionately returned Callie’s embrace and pushed her large belly up against Callie’s own flat stomach. “Do I have to explain how this happens?”

  “Oh stop,” said Callie, giggling as she gripped her hands against the small of Sofia’s back. The two girls released each other from their hug and Callie stepped back to take another look at Sofia. “I think you know what I mean.”

  “Oh, is it because I am a lesbian?” smirked Sofia, leaning to one side with a sassy hip stuck out.

  “Yeah,” said Callie. “That’s what I mean.” Sofia laughed.

  “There are ways for a lesbian to get pregnant,” said Sofia. “I just made it happen.”

  “All right,” said Callie, shaking her head with a smile across her lips. “You do what you want.”

  “I always do,” said Sofia. Callie ran her eyes up and down her stepsister. From her gypsy-style flowing pants, her rotund belly, her large breasts covered by the black top, and up to her gorgeous face with slight features, big brown eyes, and voluminous dark hair. Sofia looked spectacularly beautiful standing there on the beach in the sun. As Callie thought about her stepsister, she felt a strange attraction inside of her. Perhaps it was seeing Sofia beaming and healthy and pregnant, but Callie indeed felt something for Sofia that she had never quite felt before.

  “Your place is insane,” said Callie. “And this beach. You’re living it up!”

  “I do well,” said Sofia, winking. “Business is good.”

  “Thank you for having me out,” said Callie. “I needed the vacation.”

  “Of course!” exclaimed Sofia. She reached out and took Callie’s small arms in her hands and shook her softly. “I can’t wait to spend time with my wonderful stepsister.”

  “Do you have anything planned for us?” asked Callie.

  “So much, mi hermana!” replied Sofia. “So much. Come. Let’s go back to the house and get you unpacked,” she said, looking around. “Did you bring any bags?”

  “I left my bag up at the house,” said Callie.

  “Perfect!” said Sofia. “Follow me.” Sofia tromped through the sand past Callie, motioning with her hand for Callie to follow. Callie began to walk behind Sofia and couldn’t help but watch as Sofia’s ass bounced up and down with each step, her brown hair in the loose bun flicking with the wind, her skin velvety and tanned.

  Callie felt strange, anxious, excited. She fell into Sofia’s dazzling aura.

  *

  Back up in the house, the girls walked together into Sofia’s open kitchen, light easily beaming in through the large windows, illuminating the room up with sunshine. Callie set her bag down against the kitchen island as Sofia approached the refrigerator, retrieving a small box of coconut water from inside. She popped it open and took a sip before setting it down on the kitchen island.

  “Don’t mind me,” said Sofia. She reached behind her back and unhooked her black bikini top, letting it slide down her arms, and setting it atop the granite countertop of the island. “It’s too constricting and I like to be free.”

  Callie gazed upon Sofia’s large chest, her breasts inflated and swollen, obviously having grown bigger with her pregnancy. The flesh of her tits was only slightly lighter than that of the rest of her body and her areolas were big and dark brown, each with a pert nipple sticking out. Sofia looked down at her own chest and fluffed her breasts up absentmindedly.

  “They ache,” said Sofia, looking up to Callie now. “In the last few weeks – chingada madre! – painful!” Sofia gave one of her tits a firm squeeze, trying to massage the ache out. As she did this, a small white globule of milk oozed from her nipple and ran down the bottom of her breast.

  “Was that milk?” said Callie incredulously. “You’re already lactating?”

  “Ay yes,” said Sofia. “They have milk in them already.”

  Callie looked deeper into Sofia’s breasts, unable to help herself as she stared, so transfixed on her stepsister’s sexuality. Never before had Callie considered that she could be attracted to a pregnant woman, but here she was feeling an inexplicable sense of lust for Sofia and her large milky chest. Taking a deep breath, Callie felt a subtle moistness exude from between her legs, lightly coating the thin material of her panties. Her heart fluttered.

  “I can squirt them,” said Sofia with a devilish grin on her face. “Do you want to see?”

  “Squirt milk?” asked Callie, still feeling her heart palpitate as her gorgeous Latin stepsister stood before her topless.

  “Yes!” exclaimed Sofia. “Watch.” Sofia began to tug firmly on her nipple, palming her tit and massaging it determinedly. She squeezed and pulled until a thin pale stream of milk spurted out from her nipple and landed a few feet away on the kitchen island. Sofia laughed.

  “Wow,” said Callie, the scene becoming far too much for her. She felt confused as a straight woman and as Sofia’s stepsister. This entire production she was witnessing was turning her on and she couldn’t do anything about it. Desire welled up inside of her so much so that she felt an odd sense of panic.

  “Isn’t that funny?” said Sofia. She reached out to the kitchen island and ran her finger along the dribbles of milk. Bringing her creamy finger up to her mouth, she tasted her own lactation, making soft smacking sounds with her mouth as she sampled it. “I think it’s good,” she said thoughtfully.

  “I don’t know what to say,” said Callie, shaking her head softly.

  “Are you embarrassed by me?” said Sofia with a smile. She traipsed around the kitchen island and approached Callie, her breasts swinging as she walked, her belly big and bulbous. Sofia reached out and wrapped an arm around Callie, leaning in and kissing her on the side of her head. “We are stepsisters,” said Sofia matter-of-factly. “We can share these things together.”

  “Of course,” said Callie with trepidation, slinging her arm around Sofia’s back and returning her embrace. “It’s just kind of… new for me, that’s all.”

  “Are you looking at my chest?” said Sofia slyly, catching Callie obviously looking down at her tits.

  “Yes,” said Callie, breaking her gaze and shaking her head, her blond curls waving as she did this. “They’ve gotten quite big.”

  “I know!” said Sofia, her face lighting up. “I am so happy.”

  “I’m not that small but I feel absolutely tiny next to you,” said Callie lightheartedly. Sofia laughed at her when she said this.

  “You have nothing to worry about, dear,” said Sofia, reaching over and gently squeezing one of Callie’s breasts through her t-shirt.

  “Hey now!” exclaimed Callie, batting Sofia’s hand away but deep down she enjoyed the attention.

  “Oh stop,” said Sofia, giving her stepsister a teasingly stern look. “We’re sisters.”

  “Sofia,” said Callie. “Will you just show me to my room?”

  “Am I too much for you?” grinned Sofia. “I’m too much.”

  “You’re perfect,” said Callie. “My flight was long and I think I need a nap.”

  “Okay, okay,” said Sofia. “Follow me!” She trotted up, her chest bouncing, as she led Callie toward another wing of the house.

  *

  Callie laid in Sofia’s guest bedroom, curled up on a large bed with white fluffy sheets, nestled deep into the mass of pillows behind her. She wore only her t-shirt and a pale green pair of panties, her shorts and bra hung over the back of a chair across the room. The late afternoon sunlight crept into the window, splashing a comforting shadow against the white wall.

  Turning over to adjust her position, Callie found her groggy thoughts meandering toward her stepsister Sofia. She couldn’t shake the increasingly lusty feelings that were brimming up inside of her. Callie had never thought like this about a woman before, especially a woman who was so close to her, but despite feeling a little weird she had to admit to herself that she did enjoy it. Sofia was a knockout after all, a Latin bombshell, and her large pregnant belly rus
tled something up deep inside Callie, drawing her closer to her stepsister.

  Callie pictured Sofia topless now, her large engorged breasts hanging from her otherwise slender frame. Sofia’s tits were a sight to behold, round and plump, and thinking back to Sofia’s milk squirting session gave Callie a tender tingle between her legs. She imagined Sofia spurting out milk from her nipple and it landing on Callie’s own bare chest, the luscious cream dripping slowly down her body, over her flat stomach, and settling in a pool at her pubic mound. As this thought moved through her mind, Callie lowered her hand to her panties and began gently caressing her pussy lips through the tensile fabric. She petted herself fondly and methodically, her fingertips able to feel the line of her slit through her panties and the ensuing moisture that started to seep out of her.

  Callie grinded her hips down against the bed and applied greater pressure to her pussy with her determined fondling. She could feel herself growing wetter now, the moist spot on the front of her panties growing in diameter as her fingers moved over it. Inside, she felt an intense longing for Sofia, to push her mouth into one of Sofia’s swelled tits, and to suckle that succulent cream from her stepsister’s bosom. Callie imagined what Sofia might look like naked, without her long flowing pants, and she pictured her stepsister’s nude light brown skin, her mental gaze fixating on Sofia’s puffy pussy with her big pregnant belly jutting out over it.

  “Mmm,” sighed Callie, her fingers flicking against her clit through the fabric of her panties. Feeling her panties growing even more sopping, she quickly reached her hands to the elastic band and slid them down over her ass and hips, letting the panties hang on her legs just above her knees. Callie swiftly returned her attentions to her wanting pussy, sliding her middle and forefinger through the center of her slit and parting her moist lips.

  Callie plunged her fingers into her hole now, sinking her fingers up to her knuckles, enveloping them in the buttery wetness of her insides. Still lying on her stomach, she gyrated her lower half against the bed and grinded her clit against her palm as her fingers penetrated her pussy. It felt spectacular. Soon her hand became drenched with her own lusty juices and she could feel the humidity and stickiness between her fingers and the dampness of her inner thighs. Her fingertips touched deep inside herself, allowing her to feel the subtle ridges of her hollow pussy.