White Pearls
Milessa Mae
White Pearls
An Erotic Lactation Novel
Milessa Mae
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this work are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
White Pearls
Copyright © 2025 Milessa Mae
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The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.
All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
About the Author
Chapter 1
“I don’t want to seem rude but there’s no way to ask this question and not seem…”
Maddock’s question trailed off.
I looked askance at him and pursed my lips. I already knew what he was going to ask. “Seem what? Seem creepy? Well? Ask the question. You’ve already said you’re going to be rude. Either the date will end here or it can only get better.”
Maddock and I didn’t work directly together. Lots of people worked for the state, our building itself was huge with over a thousand regular employees. Maddock made regular visits to my department all the time. And then he and I started flirting and he visited even more often. That’s what led to this date.
And that’s what led to the question he was about to ask.
He couldn’t stop himself from staring at my tits.
In his defense, I was wearing a blouse that was ludicrously low cut showing off more cleavage than was appropriate at any place other than a strip club. Also in his defense, my boobs are huge relative to my frame. I’m just a small woman, barely five-two but with a rack that gets in my way at every turn.
It’s the first thing most straight men notice about me.
It’s the first thing most women—straight, bi, or lesbian—notice about me.
Maddock took a deep breath. (On me that would have enhanced my boobs even further.) “Are they real?” He was looking directly at my chest. He didn’t have to specify what he was referring to.
“Of course they’re real,” I told him calmly, the only way to respond to such a question. “Do these look like a figment of your imagination?” I took a sip of my drink and was glad the waiter hadn’t carded me. Being short and cute often has that result. He was probably distracted by my tits.
Maddock chuckled nervously. He was already through the looking glass and I was his Alice, escorting him to places unknown.
If only he knew.
“No, I mean, you know what I mean, I mean…have you—”
“Have I gotten a boob job to make my tits bigger?” I interrupted him, stopping him from stumbling all over his words. “No. Of course not. That’s stupid. I grew these girls all by myself.” To stress my declaration, I shifted back and forth, not exactly shimmying my body for him, but definitely moving my tits to keep his attention totally focused on my chest.
“Oh. Well. Good to know.”
“I want half,” I told him.
He blinked at me. “Half of what?”
“Half of the takings of whatever you bet your friends on finding out if my boobs are all natural or not.”
“Uhh…”
“Are they requiring proof?” I asked. “Do you need to steal my bra? Do you need pictures?”
“Uhh…no.”
I stuck out my hand. “So give me half.”
“Um. Half of zero is still zero.”
Maddock was a data analyst for the state. That should explain his answer.
“You didn’t bet with your friends?” I asked doubtfully.
“No…”
“So why the question then?”
He shrugged. “Just…curiosity. Though just about everyone in the data pit thinks you either stuff your bra or had surgery.”
“Men and women?”
He nodded. “Yup.”
I shook my head. “Yeah. It was that way in college too.”
“Not high school?” he asked a little too eagerly.
“I didn’t really start getting big until college.” I smiled. “I was a late bloomer.” That wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the complete truth either.
He nodded.
“How are you supposed to report back to everyone your findings?” I asked him forthrightly.
He stared at me.
“I…we…there’s no real way to do that.” He seemed stunned.
I’d been through this all before.
I nodded in sympathy.
“Well, let’s see how the rest of the date goes. If you can you carry on a conversation with me that doesn’t concern my boobs then maybe you can give the data pit a full report.”
He looked exactly like the little boy with his hand caught in the cookie jar.
I liked the look on him.
It was cute.
“You’ll have to get more slack,” I told him as Maddock inexpertly fumbled with the hooks on my bright orange bra. “Or I can just take it off myself.”
“No. Wait. I’ve got this.”
The drinks had helped convince me to get into bed with Maddock. The drinks also, unfortunately, led to a bit of fumbling on Maddock’s part in undressing me. I was happy to take off my bra all by myself, I was a big girl after all, but there is something sexy about someone else doing it for me. Plus it gave Maddock a chance to show off some of his practical seduction techniques.
Or not, in this case.
“Uh-huh.”
“I used to be really good at this,” he breathed in my ear. “Of course, my last girlfriend had much smaller boobs than you. I think her bras only had two hooks.”
We were on his bed inside his shared apartment. I was on top of him as we made out, straddling his body. I could feel that he really liked me. Or, more likely, he was really horny because a cute girl with big boobs was riding cowgirl on him separated only by a few thin layers of material.
I could feel his hard cock pressing against my pussy. I liked it.
Just as I was about to give up on his fumbling and do it for myself, Maddock somehow pulled his shit together and slipped free the four hooks that held my bra together.
“Yes!” he declared triumphantly as the lace and spandex and wire and cotton garment, half torture instrument and half shapewear, fell free of my body.
I sat up to show off my boobs.
I wasn’t ashamed of them at all.
I liked them.
They drew the eyes of all the boys and more than a few girls.
I wasn’t stupid. I knew they looked good. I knew they looked especially good when I was naked.
“Wow!”
I liked Maddock’s simple declaration. His hands were at his sides. I could tell he was afraid to reach up and touch me so I did it myself.
He only got to look at my bare nipples for a few seconds in the half-light of his bedroom before I covered myself with my hands.
That put his brain back in gear.
“They are spectacular,” he told me. “Amazing. Fantastic. Incredible.”
“Careful,” I cautioned him. “You’re running out of adjectives.”
“For your assets? Never.”
I tilted my head to the side. “I always thought assets referred to my rear end.” I briefly looked over my shoulder, pretending to stare at my butt. “It’s okay, but it doesn’t live up to the front of the house.”
He chuckled at me. “Can I get another look?” he asked politely.
I licked my lips and smiled down at him. My palms were covering my nipples and areolas. I didn’t answer him. Instead I revealed just a little bit of myself by pinching my nipples and moaning a little.
It felt good. Really good. I was determined that we were going to fuck, but I wanted to have a good time first.
He watched happily as I played with myself. I liked playing with my nipples. Every man I had ever been with liked watching me play with my nipples.
They all liked the outcome as well.
“That’s fucking hot,” he declared.
He let me tease myself for another few moments before he grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands away from my tits.
“Hey!” I protested but played along by arching my back, showing off the girls even more.
“They’re perfect,” he decided. “Perfectly shaped. No scars. You weren’t lying about surgery.”
“Hmm.” I twisted my lips into an annoyed frown. “The real test is how they feel.”
Maddock’s face lit up. “May I?”
“Fuck, that’s why I’m here.”
He had groped me a bit when we started making out, but that was through my blouse and bra. That’s no fun for either of us.
I shivered when he reached up and cupped my tits. His index fingers and thumbs found my nipples and I moaned softly.
“You like that?” he asked.
He wasn’t pinching hard. Just exploring. Rolling them a bit, just the way I liked.
I liked it a bit too much.
This wasn’t going to end how he envisioned it.
“Uh-huh,” I panted. “Go careful. I’m sensitive.”
He released my nipples. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
He didn’t ask permission; he just leaned up and caught a nipple between his lips and sucked.
I shivered again. It was like an electric charge raced from my nipple to my pussy. It was a sensation I was used to, but I still loved regardless.
“You taste sweet,” he told me.
I smiled at him and pushed him back down to the bed for a kiss. He was a good kisser. His hands went to my back—I would have loved them on my tits but those mounds of flesh were currently crushed against his bare chest—and then down further to my ass. I wanted out of my jeans. I wanted out of my panties. I wanted his cock in me.
But first I knew I was going to shock him.
I wanted to see how he reacted to that shock.
That would determine everything.
He pushed me up to get at my tits. I didn’t blame him. His mouth found my nipple and sucked. I melted.
My pussy got so hot. So wet.
I moaned a little.
He was going to be in for a treat.
Did I dare tell him?
Hell no. He could find out on his own.
“Fuck,” I moaned. “Do you want to fuck?”
The answer was obvious. He got my oh-so-subtle hint.
Releasing my nipple, Maddock said, “Hell yes.”
Before I knew what was happening he suddenly flipped me onto my back, no mean feat on his small bed. Okay, it wasn’t that small, but it was barely big enough for the two of us. He told me he had a roommate but I hadn’t heard or seen him so I didn’t worry. If things got loud, that would be Maddock’s problem to deal with.
Showing he was a gentleman—a somewhat awkward gentleman—Maddock quickly stripped off his pants and underwear, leaving him naked. I was ready to get to the main event.
I knew his cock wasn’t small but I was happily impressed when he revealed it to me. He was hard and ready to go. As he finished kicking off his pants I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his erection. Perfect size. Not too big, not too small. A nice curve. He had trimmed back his hair so he wasn’t sporting wood out of a forest. I wanted to taste him. I could see precum seeping from his meatus.
Just as I was about to lean forward and give him an enthusiastic blowjob he moved back, pulling my hand away from him. Unlike his struggle with my bra, Maddock’s fingers nimbly unbuttoned my jeans, yanked down the zipper, and wiggled the tight fabric off my body.
He didn’t waste any time. He pulled my orange panties off with the jeans. I had been all in from the start of the date on getting laid; of course I matched my bra and panties. I like orange. It’s bold. Sadly, Maddock didn’t get to see much of them. Before I knew it, I was naked and he was climbing on board.
Showing that he knew a little bit about pleasing a woman, he didn’t just try to shove his cock inside me. Instead he kissed my neck, then my collar bone, and then moved down to my tits. They were much flatter and less impressive on my back, but Maddock wasn’t complaining.
I shivered once more when his lips made contact and started sucking. He even nibbled a little. At the rate he was going he was going to encounter an ocean between my legs.
As he suckled on my left side, his fingers found my right nipple and pinched and teased that. I wanted more. I rubbed my thighs together. I wanted his cock in me and he was just slowing things down.
“You must use a special body wash,” he declared.
“What?” I was confused.
“Your skin, your tits taste so sweet.”
I was about to tell him but he moved too quickly. Before I could say a word, his face was between my legs and his tongue found my pussy and then I just let him do what he wanted.
What he wanted to do was very good for me. I was already wet and hot and there wasn’t much for him to do…until his tongue found my clit and he sucked it into his mouth.
I came. I came quickly and hard and it left my legs trembling and my face numb.
“Are you okay?” he asked me.
“What?”
“Are you okay? You sounded like…like you weren’t enjoying it.”
I laughed. “I fucking loved it.” My hand managed to find his cock. He was still hard. I could work with that.
“Good. Should I...?”
He didn’t need to finish the question. I insistently pulled on his cock, drawing him to me. Together we fitted him inside me. We both moaned as our bodies joined.
I wasn’t expecting it to be this good. He knew how to fuck. I expected him to know how to fuck, but he really knew how to fuck. Either he had a lot of control or had jerked off before we met up or he could focus on dead puppies for a long time or maybe the time went by quicker than I realized.
In short, he made me cum twice more before he gave me fair warning and shot his load into my pussy.
And that was that.
It was everything I wanted.
Chapter 2
After a mad dash to the bathroom where I didn’t encounter his roommate who still seemed to be out for the evening, I rejoined Maddock in his bed. He was wonderfully naked though his cock was now soft. I had cleaned up so I wouldn’t be making a huge mess in his bed.
“I like the way your tits bounce when you run,” he said as I climbed in next to him.
“You have a wonderfully romantic way with words.”
He laughed. “You can leave when you want,” he said. “Or you can stay the night.”
“I wasn’t going to leave just yet,” I told him. “I’m not done. Are you?”
With a chuckle he said, “You’ll need to give me a few minutes. I’m not seventeen any longer. I need a few minutes to recover.”
“Want me to suck your cock?” I liked sucking cock, but I didn’t tell him that. Not yet. It was too early.
“Uh…wow, thanks for the offer. But I can wait a few minutes. Just give me a little time.”
I considered his request and licked my lips. “I can’t wait.”
“What?”
I was on my back so I pushed my tits together, creating the massive amount of cleavage that geologists and horny college boys dreamed about. “Does your mouth work?”
“Uh…yeah?”
“Suck on my tits?”
“Really?”
I nodded with enthusiasm. “Yes. Really. It turns me on.”
“More than eating your pussy?”
I patted his hand. “Let’s see how well you can do. Play with my tits a bit and we’ll see what happens.”
He moved a little, not getting on top of me, but moving so he was in a position to do what I asked. “This is like a dream come true.”
“Be sure to tell all of your friends about it.”
He held up his hand, pinning down his pinky with his thumb in Scout salute. “I never kiss and tell.”
“Did they teach you that in the Scouts?” I asked archly.
“I got kicked out of Scouts,” he told him. “You don’t want to know why.”
Before I could ask why, his mouth was on my nipple and I was moaning and distracted the way I like to be.
It felt wonderful because I knew what I wanted him to do and I was going to make him do it.
All he had to do was keep sucking on my tits and playing with my nipples.
Of course he stopped after a minute and pulled back.
“Your tits are really sweet,” he said cautiously.
“Thank you.”
Maddock shook his head. “No. I mean, we've been playing for a while now. Any body lotion or whatever should be gone by now.”
With a smile, I bit my lower lip. This was the moment of truth. This was when some guys would freak out. This was when some guys would be intrigued.
“I have a little secret,” I began.
“Please don’t tell me you’re an alien or something like that, because my nerves and ego couldn’t take it.”
“I’m not an alien,” I promised him.
He nodded thoughtfully for a second. “I’m not sure if I’m disappointed or not.”
“I have a secret,” I began again.
“Okay…”
“There’s milk in my tits.”
He continued to nod thoughtfully.
“So…you’re saying that you’re lactating.”
“That’s…a very clinical way of putting it.” His analytical response wasn’t what I was expecting. It wasn’t like any response I had ever gotten before.
His brow furrowed. “How do I know that you’re really—”
I cut him off by grabbing my large breast and squeezing. I’d done this hundreds of times before and my body didn’t fail me. Several streams of thin white milk shot out of my nipple, spraying like a showerhead suddenly turned upright.
Maddock’s face lit up in surprise and delight.
“Wow!”
“That’s the sweetness you’ve been tasting,” I explained. “Breast milk is very sweet.”
He nodded enthusiastically. “Uh-huh, uh-huh. Makes sense. I didn’t know you had a baby.”
I frowned and rolled my eyes. “I don’t have a baby. Never been pregnant.”
That confused Maddock. “But then how…”
“It’s a long story.”
“Oh.”
“I’ll tell it to you, but I’d rather have sex right now.”
“Oh. Right. Let me get you a towel.”
When he started to pull back from me, I grabbed his arm. “I don’t need a towel.”
“You don’t? Don’t you want to clean up…clean up your milk?”
I shook my head. “No. I want you to clean it up.”
“Okay,” he readily agreed.
“With your tongue.”
It took him a moment.
“Oh.”
I smiled. “Please.”
“I don’t…”
“You’ve already tasted it. You already said you liked it. You thought it was sweet.”
He hesitated a moment longer and then I could sense his mental shrug before he lowered his face to my breast and licked my skin, getting the few stray drops of milk clinging to me.
He nodded. “It is sweet.”
Without further prompting he went back to the nipple and sucked. It took him a few tries to get it right, drawing the full nipple into his mouth and not just teasing it with his tongue.
A shiver ran down my spine.
I could feel my essence, my milk, flowing out of me and into his mouth. It felt so good. This is what I lived for. This was the best part of sex. Any woman could get fucked by a guy with a hard cock. Only a few lucky women like myself could get the sexual thrill of being nursed by her lover.
Once introduced, Maddock fell to suckling from me like he was a natural. He was a natural. It was all natural for the both of us. He nursed with great interest on my right nipple while holding the left nipple between thumb and forefinger. That was enough stimulation to get my left side to weep out steady drips of milk, wetting his fingers.
He didn’t mind. Neither did I.
For someone just introduced to nursing from a woman, Maddock took right to it. He eagerly sucked and sucked on my nipple, draining my breast. He swallowed my milk, savoring every drop. He was completely focused on my right nipple, just absently playing with the left. That’s ultimately what caused me to cum.
I couldn’t help myself. My nipples tightened up so much from the attention it was practically painful. I arched my back, trying to dislodge Maddock, but I’m just a little woman and he was bigger and much stronger than me. Plus, I wanted him to keep sucking. It felt so good. I could definitely feel this one go directly from my right nipple to my pussy and then to my brain, lighting up my entire body.
Finally he stopped sucking. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re very loud when you have your tits sucked.”
“You made me cum,” I panted.
“I did?”
“Did you think I was just putting on some bizarre show for your benefit?”
“Oh.”
Letting him think on that for a moment, I hefted my breasts in my hands. The right one was much softer and smaller than the left. I was used to this sort of thing. I wasn’t a fan of being unbalanced like that, but it was easy enough to solve.
I jiggled both my breasts. “You drained this side,” I said, indicating the right. “You need to balance me now.”
Maddock’s brain was working like a broken supercomputer. I think I shattered his mind. He had never done anything like this before. I liked that.
“I’ve been drinking your milk,” he managed to say.
“And you liked it,” I told him. “Want some more?”
I squeezed the firm flesh of my left side and caused several milk fountains to form. He was mesmerized. I didn’t blame him. If it mildly turned me on—and I was used to it—then he was enamored of it. I could tell. He wanted more.
More was available.
He stopped thinking and questioning and just latched on to the left nipple, sucking a little too eagerly. It hurt for a moment, but my milk had already let down and it flowed easily. Maddock liked it. He was still processing how weird this was, but he wasn’t going to give up this unique experience by questioning exactly what he was doing.
I appreciated that.
It felt so good to have him nurse from both sides. I just relaxed into the moment, feeling him draw my milk from my body, feeling his warm body against mine, feeling like a goddess being physically worshipped by one of her devotees.
Since I was already hyped up, it didn’t take him long to elicit another orgasm, this one from my left breast.
I don’t think I was as loud the second time, though it felt just as good.
Sometime during my climax he had released my nipple and when I came back down to reality, I saw Maddock’s face hovering above mine, smiling giddily.
“I think you really liked that,” he declared.
“Smart boy.”
“Can I do something?” he asked.
“Depends on what you want to do.” When he hesitated I added, “Go ahead and ask. What’s the worst I can say?”
“The worst?” he asked as I noticed his hand slowly pumping up and down on his cock. I didn’t blame him for that. “The worst would be something like, ‘Eww. Gross. You’re a disgusting pervert and I can’t believe I got into bed with you. I’m going to make a complaint to HR tomorrow. I’ll be so glad when you get fired. I’m going to tell your friends and family what a fucking deviant freak you are.’”
He paused and I just looked at him.
“You’re ruining the mood, dude,” I said finally. “I don’t even know any of your family. And none of this happened at work.”
He gave me a shrug. “I’m just thinking about the worst case scenario.”
“Okay, let’s go with the best case before things take an ugly turn. Best case would be me saying yes. What do you want to do?”
He looked away. Swallowed. Took a deep breath. I could figuratively see him screwing up his courage. “Can I jerk off onto your tits?” he finally managed to force out of his mouth.
Unable to help myself, I just looked up at him with a blank expression on my face, not shock, not disgust, just…nothing.
He couldn’t take it.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. Forget I asked.” He pulled his hand away from his cock and that made me sad.
I shouldn’t have teased him.
“That’s it?” I asked. “That’s all you want to do?”
He paused in his retreat from me.
“Yeah. Well…I’d like to smear the cum into your skin too, if you don’t mind.”
He’d given me several wonderful orgasms and wasn’t disgusted or repelled by my lactating tits. How could I say no?
“Go for it, dude.”
“Really?”
“I’ve been cummed on and cummed in by lots of guys. You wouldn’t be the first to unload on these tits.”
The most memorable guy to cum on my tits was Larry Ernst when I was in college. After taking off my shirt to give him a blowjob (I wanted to show off my cleavage, I knew what boys liked) he gave me all of a half-second warning before cumming. I had just managed to get his cock out of my mouth before he came. Most of it landed on my neck and chest. There was a lot of it. I wondered if he always made that much cum or if he had saved it up a bit for me. I never found out because he was a complete jerk to me after that one encounter. I only ever gave him the one blowjob and I told every girl I knew he had a small dick and came so quickly it was over before it started.
But that was in the past. Maddock was an actual nice guy who knew how to please me in bed and nursed from my tits (unlike Larry).
“Really?” he asked me, elated that I hadn’t punched him in the balls.
I pushed my boobs together, creating artificial cleavage. “Yes. But I’m not going to hold these girls together forever. Jerk off for me. I want to see you cum.”
Maddock was smart enough to know when life was going his way. He knelt over me, cock in hand, eyes closed, fist pumping up and down on his erection while I watched.
I didn’t have much time to judge his technique. In less than a minute he erupted. I wanted it to be like a firehose, but it was more like several good squirts that landed on my neck and then my tits. He was a little overeager.
Thrilled that I had given him what he wanted, he praised me and then started smearing the thick cum into my skin. It was warm, but other than that, it did nothing for me. Not even when he rubbed it into my nipples. I sort of appreciated that gesture.
When he was done I grabbed his wrist and brought his fingers to my mouth. I sucked them.
He had been a very good boy, after all.
Chapter 3
When I woke up in the morning it took me a moment to figure out where the hell I was.
I wasn’t the sort of girl to spend the night at a hookup’s place. Except on the too many occasions that that exact thing had happened.
Maddock was sleeping next to me, not exactly snoring, but making the soft sounds of deep sleeping and heavy breathing.
It was sort of cute.
But I had two problems. I was naked (so was he) and I had a full bladder. The one good thing was that Maddock had completely drained me the night before so my tits weren’t full and aching.
I knew where the bathroom was. I didn’t want to get dressed. I didn’t spy a towel or robe in Maddock’s room hanging from the back of the door or anyplace obvious. Going through his closet seemed a little rude. What were the real risks?
The smart thing to do would have been to wake Maddock. I often do things that aren’t smart. After slipping from the bed, not waking my previous night’s lover, I tiptoed to the door, silently opened it, and made my way down the short hall to the bathroom.
I was so worried about not waking Maddock that I wasn’t focused on where I was going.
Just as I was reaching for the bathroom doorknob, the door opened.
“EEP!” I make the stupidest noises when I’m surprised.
I was just glad that the figure trying to exit the bathroom wasn’t Maddock’s roommate. I wasn’t sure what to expect of the person sharing an apartment with Maddock, but it wasn’t a tall woman with raven-black hair and a build like an Olympic athlete. I could tell she had that sort of body because she was wearing an athletic bra that either compressed her tits to flat pancakes or she had no tits at all. Other than the athletic bra she was wearing a pair of skin-tight running shorts and nothing else. I assumed I had caught her making her escape from Maddock’s roommate’s clutches.
After an instant of shock, I realized I was naked and threw one arm across my tits and positioned the other in front of my pussy. I’m sure I looked like an idiot.
The woman looked me up and down.
“You spent the night with Maddock?” she asked me, blocking the way into the bathroom, which was rude. It was also an unusual way to open a conversation with a naked stranger.
“Yes!” I said it with too much enthusiasm. “I need to use the bathroom!” I hoped she got the hint of the urgency of my situation.
She seemed unmoved.
“I’m Reeva.” She stuck out her hand.
I looked at the hand and considered my options. Did I want to reveal my tits or my pussy? She had already gotten an eyeful of me. I straightened up and forced my left arm down into a neutral position and shook her right hand with mine.
“Opal. Pleased to meet you. Did you spend the night with Maddock’s roommate?”
Her whole body shook with laughter.
I never thought I was that funny, but apparently I was an early morning comedian, not a late-night one.
“I’m Maddock’s roommate.” She finally stepped aside and allowed me access to the bathroom. “I’m going for a run. If there’s anything you need in there,” she jerked her thumb over her shoulder, indicating the bathroom, “just go ahead and borrow it. Girls need to stick together, right?”
And then she was gone. I looked down the hallway. Her shorts were so tight I was certain she wasn’t wearing any underwear. The shorts did fantastic things to her muscular bottom.
Then I closed the door, peed, and washed my hands and face and the last of the dried cum off my chest, and then looked at myself in the mirror.
“Okay. This is the worst it can get today. So you gave Maddock’s roommate the full monty. No big deal. She’s obviously an athlete. Probably saw more naked girls in the college locker room than most college boys see in their dorm rooms. Porn included. Be a mature adult.”
I could have wrapped myself in one of the towels hanging in the bathroom, but I wasn’t sure which was Maddock’s and which was Reeva’s and even though she had invited me to take whatever I needed, that seemed a little too intimate for our brief interaction.
“Be a big girl,” I reminded myself before opening the door.
The layout of the apartment was simple. Kitchen. Living room. Short hallway to the two bedrooms and single bathroom. I knew which door was Maddock’s. That didn’t stop me from being surprised a second time that morning.
The door to Reeva’s room opened and I had half a second to steel myself in meeting her a second time that morning when the woman stepping out into the hallway revealed herself not to be Reeva.
We stared at each other for a long, uncomfortable moment.
I was still naked.
I didn’t “EEP!” this time. I didn’t try to hide my nudity because I had failed at that once already.
The pretty brunette stepping into the hallway was wearing a pink robe. She had a slightly puffy face and sex hair.
We stared at each other for far too long.
“I’m Opal!” I finally blurted out.
“Carrie.” She nodded at Maddock’s door. “We heard you last night.”
My face then decided to flush bright red. “I’m so sorry!”
“It’s fine. I’m happy for Maddock.”
“Thanks.” I slipped around her and banged open Maddock’s door, waking him in the process. I slammed the door behind me and dove under the covers, hiding.
“Opal?” he asked me sleepily.
“No. Just her destroyed ego here.”
“Is there a problem?” He was wiping at his face, waking up.
“No. Not at all. I met your roommate.”
“Reeva? She must have gotten in late last night.”
“I met her…and as you might be able to tell…I met her naked.”
“You should have grabbed my robe.”
I pulled my head out from under the blankets. “And I met Carrie.”
“Oh. Yeah. That’s Reeva’s girlfriend.”
“I also met her naked,” I informed him.
“I’m sure it was a good first impression.”
“Ha ha, funny, ha ha. Why didn’t you tell me your roommate was a woman?”
“It didn’t seem relevant,” he answered, which was an honest answer. “And I didn’t think you were going to run around my apartment naked. Would it have been better if my roommate was a man?”
I didn’t answer that question. “You should have offered me a robe or something,” I muttered in embarrassment.
“It’s right there inside the closet door.” He pointed. Once he showed me where it was, it was obvious. I was blind to the obvious.
“Thanks. Well, this was great and all, but it’s time for me to get going.” I scanned the floor for my clothes.
“Do you have to leave so early?” he asked me.
“I think I’ve embarrassed myself to every person in this apartment this morning, so yes, it’s time to leave.”
He pulled back the covers to show me his cock. It was hard. It was beautiful. My pussy vaguely ached at the sight. I could feel the tension in my nipples. I wasn’t going to let down my milk just yet, but it always happened when I was turned on.
Fuck.
“Are you sure you want to leave?” Maddock asked me.
I took in a deep breath. “Yes. I don’t need to further embarrass myself by being so loud having sex that Reeva and Carrie hear me.”
“Reeva’s out for her morning run and Carrie blasts music on her earbuds in the morning.”
He caressed my breast. My nipple contracted and I trembled.
“Don’t do that,” I said softly and didn’t mean any of those three words.
“I want to taste your milk again,” he told me as he ducked his head and found my nipple and started sucking.
I melted. I felt my milk let down immediately. It was flowing into his mouth and making my pussy wet. I couldn’t help myself. My hand found his cock and started stroking it. Sometimes a woman is just a slave to her body and I fully intended to enjoy this.
If Maddock had any misgivings about sucking on my tits after having cum on them the night before, he didn’t show it. I just let him do what he wanted because there’s nothing better than having my tits sucked. I loved the sensation of having the milk flow out and the way my lovers swallowed. It wasn’t better than sex, but it was different and I couldn’t imagine sex without my tits fully involved.
I lost myself in the moment. I lost myself to Maddock’s mouth and his fingers on my nipples and between my legs. I didn’t let go of his cock, but he was fully involved with my tits when it all became too much. My back arched and I cried out, not worrying about my earlier concern, and came from his attention.
“You came,” he said to me.
I slowly descended back to Earth. “Yeah. Sucking on my nipples will do that.”
“I barely touched your pussy.”
I nodded smugly. “I can cum just from nipple stimulation. Did you like your morning treat? Not too sweet, was it?”
He chuckled. “Like a glass of sweet fruit juice.”
“Only better,” I added for him. My fingers continued to stroke his cock. “Do you want to use this or not?”
“You’re an interesting woman.”
“Thank you. Now are you going to fuck me or not?”
He chose to fuck me. We started in missionary, his cock filling me up nicely and him thrusting and holding me down until he managed to make me cum again, with the able assistance of his lips and fingers on my tits.
“It’s easy to make you cum,” he noted after I had peaked.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” I told him. “I want to be on top now.”
He didn’t argue. I never had a lover who did. We rolled over and I was riding his cock, my hips going up and down. He gave my tits all the attention they deserved, pinching and squeezing and sucking. At this point it was almost too much and my nipples just gave up, steadily dripping my milk down onto his chest when he wasn’t sucking on them.
He would wipe up the milk that landed on his chest and taste the milk himself or offer his fingers to me. I wasn’t shy about tasting my own milk.
It turned him on to watch. I could feel his cock throb and get harder inside me when I was sucking on his fingers.
I came a third time and was nearly exhausted. I had to lay down on his body but Maddock wasn’t done with me yet. He grabbed my hips and thrusted up into me, fast and hard, just the way I liked it.
He came like that, me luxuriating in his warmth.
“I didn’t mean to have sex this morning. I feel dirty now,” I told him, kissing his chest.
“Do you want a shower?”
“I was just going to put on my clothes and leave…”
“Take a shower first,” he suggested.
We went to the bathroom. It wasn’t huge. The shower space was just big enough for the two of us. I let him spend a lot of time soaping up my tits. They were as clean as humanly possible.
I washed his cock but I couldn’t get it to rise again so quickly. That was fine. Sex in the shower is overrated.
“I want to see you again,” he told me as we toweled off. Of course he and Reeva kept their spare towels in the bathroom.
“Sure,” I agreed.
Maddock was surprised. “Just like that you say yes?”
“Why wouldn’t I? You’re fun in bed and you like sucking on my tits and drinking my milk. What more could a girl ask for?”
He didn’t have a response to that.
We left the bathroom and nearly walked into Reeva again. She was back from her morning run, looking hot and sweaty.
She stepped back politely to let us pass, taking out her ear buds in the process.
“Madds?” She called to her roommate as he slipped by her.
“Yeah?”
“You two were noisy last night.”
“I’m so sorry,” I blurted out. I had lived on my own in a tiny apartment for too long. I was used to privacy. My face flushed hot red.
“It’s fine,” she said with a grin, looking me up and down in my towel that was large enough to wrap around my body, but I felt like I was showing off a lot of skin under her gaze. ”It was inspirational to me and Carrie last night.”
“Oh!” I didn’t know what else to say. I quickly ducked into Maddock’s room. The two roommates laughed together.
“I think you’re a little too friendly with your roommate,” I commented when he closed the door and dropped his towel. His cock was small and soft and I wasn’t tempted after that embarrassment.
“Don’t worry. It’s not me she’s interested in.” He grinned. “I think she likes you.”
“That’s nice,” I told him and grabbed my clothes off the floor. He looked blankly at me as I dressed.
“You’re leaving?”
“It’s been a wonderful night and an interesting morning, but I have to get home and…” I paused while putting on my bra. It was always a challenge with my big chest.
Maddock chivalrously stepped behind me in an effort to assist me. I shrugged him away.
“I’ve been dressing myself for years. I know what I’m doing!” I snapped at him.
He stepped away. “Sorry. Sorry.”
I took a breath and tried not to let my emotions get the best of me. “It’s okay. I’m just a little on edge. I need a little time to myself.” I finished dressing and found my shoes. “I had a great time. Really. I’ll call you. Maybe I’ll text you.”
He nodded and tried not to look disappointed, but Maddock was a heart on his sleeve and emotions on his face guy. “Okay. Good.”
I relented just a tiny bit and gave him a kiss. If I was bolder I would have squeezed his cock before leaving, but that would only lead to other things and I needed a break.
I escaped from Maddock’s apartment without a further confrontation.
Ten minutes at home and I was thinking about him.
My boobs were starting to ache and I groaned with a realization.
“Shit.”
I had been lactating to varying degrees for a few years. I knew my body. I knew what the ache meant.
I wasn’t going back to his apartment. I had just gotten home. Instead I got out my pump and put the collection cones on my tits. After fifteen minutes the pump had done its job and my breasts didn’t ache any more. I dumped the collected milk down the drain and tried to pretend this was all perfectly normal.
But for me, it was.
Chapter 4
I managed to hold off on contacting Maddock until the evening. I was proud of myself for that. I knew what my body wanted—I knew what I wanted—and it was stressful to resist.
I wondered if he was following the insane and stupid “wait three days after a date before contacting her.”
I wondered, but I didn’t care.
“Hello?”
“Tell me about how you got kicked out of the Boy Scouts,” I said. Maddock had to have seen my name come up on the caller ID so no preliminary introductions and small talk was needed.
“I’m not sure that’s a story I should tell anyone.”
“It isn’t some weird creepy scoutmaster thing, is it?” I asked with dread.
“No.”
“Okay. Good. Fire away.”
“What do I get if I tell you my story?”
“I’ll go out on another date with you,” I offered.
“The heck with a date. I want to have sex with you again.” He paused. I didn’t dare say anything because I didn’t know what to say. “I want your…your milk again.”
If it was possible, my pussy would have gushed right then. As it was, my nipples tightened up and I could feel my milk wanting to let down.
This was going to be harder than I anticipated.
“Maybe I can make that happen…” I suggested.
“And I want to know how your boobs got like that,” he quickly added.
He was bold. Actually, he was probably horny. I bet he had his hand wrapped around his cock as we talked. I didn’t dare ask to go to FaceTime. I wanted to put my hand down between my legs and finger myself.
“Slow down there, champ,” I told him with a firmness I didn’t feel. “One thing at a time. You tell me your story first and then we’ll go from there.”
“It’s going to be a hundred times more boring than you can imagine,” he said.
“Try me.”
“This is going back a few years. Things have changed with the Boy Scouts since then but…”
“Get on with it.”
“Long story short: you have to profess a belief in God and fulfill the spiritual ideals of scouting to stay in the club. No particular religion but it leans heavily on Judeo-Christian traditions and all that. I asked the troop leader that if my belief that Cthulhu was coming to destroy humanity and the world was good enough to qualify as belief in God and scouting’s spiritual ideals.”
I snickered. “Isn’t Cthulhu a made up god from some horror writer?”
“H.P. Lovecraft,” Maddock helpfully supplied. “Aren’t all gods made up by humanity?” he asked.
“I see why you got kicked out.”
“It was all for the best,” he said. “Scouts burns up a lot of time and you don’t really have time for any friends outside of scouts. That’s intentional.”
“Got it.”
“Anyway, I made new friends. You wouldn’t believe how perverted comic book nerds can be.”
I put my hand over my face. “You hung out with the comic book nerds in high school?”
“I was a founding member of the Four Color Art Appreciation League,” he said proudly. “We had a page in the yearbook and everything.”
I turned the conversation. “How perverted are comic book nerds?”
“They’re the sort of perverts who would be totally down with sucking on a woman’s tits while they were full of milk.”
“That’s the kind of pervert I can appreciate,” I said. “I’ve got some things to take care of right now, but why don’t you come over to my place tomorrow after work?” I suggested.
He was agreeable.
I didn’t tell him the most important thing I needed to take care of right then and there was putting my tits into my breast pump collection cones and jilling off until I came so hard I scared myself.
Monday at work was stressful. Not because of the work, but because I had to wear breast pads inside my bra. I didn’t want to leak through my bra and shirt. Maddock texted me twice to let me know he wouldn’t be in my department at all during the day.
That was for the best.
I texted him my address and told him to be there right after work.
He agreed.
Was five fifteen too early in the late afternoon-early evening to have a sex date?
I didn’t think so.
I hoped Maddock didn’t think so.
After I offered him a drink and he just asked for water, the next words out of Maddock’s mouth were, “Tell me how an innocent young thing like yourself has huge tits full of milk.”
I sighed. “That’s a long story.”
We had settled into my small living room. I loved the space, I just wished it was more spacious. He was on the overstuffed armchair and I sat opposite him on the couch.
“That’s what I’m here for,” he said agreeably.
I gave him a twisted smile. “I thought you were here to suck on my tits and fuck me.”
My bold confrontation put a scared expression on Maddock’s face. I liked that I could intimidate him so easily. “I mean…yeah, a little, I guess.”
I gave him my most annoyed glare. “Madds, if we're going to do this, you need to tell me what you want. I like sex. I like it when my tits are sucked. Are you willing to play along with that?”
“Sure!”
I sighed and glared harder.
“Yes,” he said firmly.
“Good, good.” I couldn’t resist asking the next question. “Want me to get my tits out so you can stare at them while I tell you how it all happened?”
Maddock just looked at me in disbelief for a long, uncomfortable moment. And then he nodded yes.
And then he said no.
“No. That would be a terrible idea,” he said.
I was miffed. “Why?”
“I’d be staring at your tits. I’d be too distracted to hear a single word you were saying.” Taking in a deep breath he centered himself. “I want to hear everything you have to say about your tits, but I don’t want to be distracted.”
“Huh. I’m a bit put off by that.”
“You can get your tits out after you’re done telling me the story,” he generously offered.
“I’m not sure I want to tell you now.” I knew I was being a contrary bitch, but that’s who I was.
“Oh.”
“I want to get my tits out and show them to you.”
“That’s very generous of you.”
“Is it?”
“Do you like showing off your tits?” he asked me, turning the conversation.
“I do,” I admitted. “I wish I could show them off more.”
“Maybe you should get them out and I could suck on them for a bit. Then you could tell me how it is that you have milk in your tits but have never been pregnant.”
“I’ve been a very bad girl,” I told him.
I was still wearing the button up blouse from work. Underneath I had on one of my usual super-strength bras. It wasn’t sexy, but it made my tits look great under my clothes. I’m not being modest here when I say that my tits look great in or out of clothes.
“I don’t think you’re a bad girl,” he said, leaning forward as my hands went to the buttons of my shirt. He watched in silence as I worked the buttons, opening the shirt, showing him my cleavage, but not giving him more than a hint of my bra.
“I’m a very bad girl,” I said as I shrugged off the shirt. I almost wished I was wearing something a little sexier. I had two options, pull down the cups and haul out the girls or shrug off the shoulder straps and work the damn thing off my body.
I stopped moving when I realized I still had pads inside the cups. There is a certain sexiness to a plain beige bra that created a sleek line and impressive cleavage, but there’s nothing sexy about damp pads clinging to my nipples. I knew I had been leaking on and off all day (not much, but enough) because I couldn’t stop thinking about Maddock’s lips on my tits and how his cock would feel.
Luckily, I was skilled at the sort of deception I would need to pull off in front of him.
Running my fingers down the center of my chest, I teased the swell of my flesh. His eyes were riveted to me. I liked how closely he paid attention. It made me wet.
It made my milk let down.
“I was raised by a repressive single mother,” I told him. “Do you know what that’s like?”
He shook his head. “My parents divorced when I was young. They were always dating other people. They weren’t the best, but they weren’t repressive.”
“Let’s just say Mom is a bit unstable.” I hunched my shoulders forward a bit and folded in the bra’s left cup just enough to stuff the pad down between the material. This allowed me to partially bare myself.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said when I exposed my left tit.
“Men are so easily controlled,” I snickered as I repeated the process on my right side. Now I had both tits hanging out and my bra was cutting somewhat uncomfortably into my skin, but I ignored it.
“Tell me about your tits,” Maddock said, his eyes not moving from my chest.
I ran my fingers around my nipples, making them grow erect. This whole process was turning me on. That was the point. I couldn’t see Madds’ crotch, but I wanted to believe he was rock hard.
“My mom was uptight and repressed. No sex before marriage.” I couldn’t help myself and snorted. “No dating in high school. No nothing.” I gave him a look. “I broke a lot of those rules.”
“Tell me all about it.” He shifted uncomfortably in the chair. Yeah, he was hard.
I kept circling my nipples with my fingers, teasing them, keeping me on edge. As I talked I lightly pinched and twisted them. “One of the things that my mother was adamant about was no sex. That meant no masturbation. This was the one thing she went into detail about. I wasn’t supposed to touch myself ‘between my legs’ as she so stupidly put it, at all.” I moaned a little as I felt an electric thrill run from my tits down to my pussy.
“Uh-huh,” mumbled Maddock. He put his hand to his crotch, adjusting his cock.
“So when puberty hit and I started getting horny all the fucking time, I started playing with my tits instead.”
“Yeah…” He just wanted to hear more.
“I wasn’t this big in high school,” I told him, “but my boobs were pretty fucking big. Everyone always pointed them out and joked about them.” I shivered a little with the memories. “I might have encouraged them and played along. It was the summer after high school when I was getting ready to go to college that I learned to make myself cum just from playing with my nipples.” I squeezed and twisted my nips. I didn’t cum just then, but I was right on the edge. I wouldn’t take much more.
As I started to resume my story, I felt the wetness. Not the wetness between my legs, but the wetness from my nipples leaking.
I both loved and hated my nipples leaking.
It told me I was turned on.
It told me I was going to cum.
It told me that my tits were properly working.
“Look at me,” I ordered Maddock. He was already staring at my chest. Somehow he took the hint and met my eyes.
I moved my hand off my breast and licked my fingers, tasting my milk. I repeated the process with the other hand.
“Oh fuck. You can taste your milk?” He was enamored, probably not with me, but with my raunchy side.
“Of course. I love it. Don’t you?”
He nodded.
“Want a taste?”
Before he could answer I squeezed my tits and sprayed the milk onto the coffee table. In my place it should have been called the milk table considering how much milk I’d spilled onto it over the years.
The streams of white liquid hung in the air for just a second before splattering on the table.
“Oh fuck!” Maddock exclaimed.
“You like that, don’t you?” I asked him.
Maddock nodded.
“Then why don’t you taste it directly from the source?”
I think I blew his mind then by lifting one breast up to my mouth and sucking on the nipple.
Liquid sweetness filled my mouth. A thrill ran from my nipple to my clit.
“Get the fuck over here and suck on me,” I ordered him.
Madds didn’t have to be told twice. He knee-walked over to me, his eyes never leaving my chest. He pushed the coffee table out of the way so he could latch onto my soft flesh.
I happily let him. I wanted him to nurse from me. It felt incredible to have him sucking on me. With my tits out I wanted to undress completely. I wanted his cock. I wanted his mouth. I wanted everything.
I was more keyed up than I had guessed.
In just a few seconds I found myself right on the edge of cumming. In just a few seconds I realized there was no way of stopping it. I wanted to shove a hand down my pants and play with my pussy, but that didn’t happen. It was all so sudden.
I came. I squirted milk into Maddock’s mouth. I squirted milk from my free breast onto the table. I didn’t even have to squeeze my breast. The milk just erupted from it.
I liked cumming that way.
Maddock backed off for a moment as my orgasm faded. “You came,” he accused me.
“Uh-huh. You helped me.” I gently nudged his face, his mouth, over to my free breast. “Suck on this side.”
He took instruction easily, latching onto where I directed him and nursing from me. It felt so good, so wonderful. I wasn’t going to cum immediately again, but it was going to happen. I knew it.
“I like this. I like men sucking on my tits.”
He looked up and nodded as he continued to nurse from me. It was messed up but that’s who I was.
“Do you want to fuck me?” I asked him.
Conversation during sex is often stilted and weird. We made it work.
“Uh-huh,” he mumbled around my flesh.
“Right here,” I told him as I started to struggle out of my pants. “Get your cock out. No. Wait. Make me cum again with your mouth. Suck all my milk. All of it.”
I managed to get a hand down between us and had unzipped my pants but didn’t go any further. I put my hand down between my legs, feeling my heat and wetness, pressing my middle finger through my panties against my clit. I wanted to cum again. I would do anything to cum again.
He kept sucking. He grabbed my other breast, pushing my hand away, and pinched the nipple. Hard. I knew how hard I liked it. He was much rougher than I preferred. It was good.