Thirsty for Her
Milessa Mae
Thirsty for Her
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.
Thirsty for Her
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
We rested for a few minutes, me still inside of her. She leaned back showing off her breasts.
“You’ve got great tits,” I complimented her.
Shyly she put her hands over her breasts, as if I hadn’t already seen and done just about everything with her.
“They’re too small,” she complained.
“They’re top tier.”
“I wish they were bigger.”
I pulled her hands away, forcing her to expose herself. She smiled at me. “They’re symmetrical and you’ve got pretty pink nipples that are maybe a half inch too large for your size and it’s that little flaw that makes them perfect.”
“See. You just said they were too small.”
“There are ways of fixing that.”
“I’m not getting a boob job!”
“Of course not. You can make them look bigger with the right bras or corsets—”
“I’ve tried—”
I didn’t let her interrupt me. “Or you could gain some weight and hope it goes to your tits.”
“No. I don’t run five miles every day just to get fat.”
“Or you could induce lactation.”
Natalie looked at me like I had transformed into a monster. The real question was whether it was the sort of monster that appealed to her or the sort of monster that would cause her to run away in fear and never see me again. Some women liked monsters, the sexy sort of monsters that scared them but at the same time turned them on.
She shifted her position on top of my hips. I was still hard inside her pussy. She hadn’t hopped off my cock when I made my little suggestion.
“Why would I want that?” she asked cautiously. We had shifted from dirty talk in bed to something new.
“It would make your tits bigger.”
“I’d also be making milk and I don’t want to have a baby.”
“You can make milk without getting pregnant,” I told her.
“I know that,” she snapped at me. “It’s just a strange way to get bigger boobs. Would you want to have a mouthful of milk every time you sucked on my nipple?”
I shrugged. “Sure. Why not? Breast milk is very sweet and tasty.”
If I hadn’t shocked her already, I had now. Natalie now perched motionless on top of me. Her brow furrowed. She wasn’t exactly disgusted, but she was confused. And perhaps intrigued.
“How would you know that?”
“I’ve tasted it before,” I told her, shifting slightly under her body. I watched as she gently massaged her small breasts. I wasn’t looking at her face now. I was staring at her tits.
“When?”
“Uh…with another woman I’ve dated,” I admitted. “She was lactating when we hooked up and…it was sort of nice.”
“Did she have a kid?” Natalie blurted out. “Wait. Never mind. I don’t want to know.” She closed her eyes and started rocking her hips on me, but slowly. I wasn’t complaining. “What was it like?” she wanted to know.
It was that easy.
“She had big breasts. Really big. She said she was already big before she started lactating, but it made her even bigger.”
Natalie squeezed and rolled her nipples between her fingers. They were bright pink and her eyes were still shut. Her breathing was coming faster now. I couldn’t say for certain what she was fantasizing about, but I could easily imagine.
“How big?” she asked, her voice low.
“Twice as big as yours,” I told her to be honest. “Maybe even more than that.” That might have been a slight exaggeration.
Natalie moaned softly as she started moving up and down on my cock, faster now. Letting go of her tits she leaned forward and braced her hands on my shoulders. Her small breasts dangled just inches from my face.
“What did it taste like?” she asked.
I moved my hands to her hips, guiding her as I started lifting my ass off the bed to push my cock deeper inside her.
“Sweet. Very sweet. Like fruit juice, but not a hint of sour. Almost like sugar water.”
She was moving faster now. I wasn’t going to stop her. “Did you…did you suck on her tits all the time?”
“All the time,” I confirmed. “Whenever we had sex. She made me suck on her nipples. She loved it.”
Natalie let out a sharp laugh. “Sure…sure she did.” Her eyes remained closed and she didn’t stop moving. I could feel her pussy getting hotter and tighter on my cock.
“She loved it,” I repeated. “Nothing turned her on more than playing with her tits and sucking on them.”
“What did…what did you do to her when you sucked on them?”
I ducked my head and caught one of her nipples between my lips. I firmly sucked it into my mouth. She had to have expected me to do that. She was tempting me. A shiver ran down her shine and she arched her back, pulling away from me.
I didn’t relinquish the nipple between my lips. I sucked hard, keeping her in place.
I sucked harder. She grunted hard and low. I knew I had given her a thrill of pain but I didn’t let go and she didn’t complain.
“Fuck…” Natalie moaned as she really started riding me. She had to be close to cumming.
“I did that to her,” I said, releasing her nipple. It was slightly distended now and wet with my saliva. “All I had to do was suck on her tits for a couple of minutes and her pussy would get so wet and we’d fuck so hard that she would pass out.”
Natalie whined. Her entire body was trembling. I wanted her to cum. It was going to happen.
She twisted her body slightly, offering me her other nipple. I did what she wanted, sucking the whole of it into my mouth. I lifted one hand from her hips and caught her other, wet nipple between my fingers.
I wasn’t gentle. There was no reason to be gentle now. I needed to make her cum. She wanted to cum. She needed to cum.
Her hips were going wild now. We were locked together in a quest for physical release.
“I want…I want…I want that!” she declared as she pulled back as hard as she could, all but ripping her nipple from my mouth. It escaped with a wet slurp. Natalie stopped rolling her hips and now just trembled atop my cock. Her pussy flashed hot like an uncontained explosion.
Her face was a rictus of ecstasy as she climaxed.
I was right behind her. I thrusted a few more times in her over-lubricated pussy before I lost control and shot my load deep into her.
A moment later Natalie collapsed on top of me and I welcomed her pleasant weight. She weighed almost nothing at all but I felt her small tits crushed against my chest.
“That was fucking intense,” I told her. “My compliments.”
“What was her name?”
I froze. “Whose name?”
“The woman with the milk-filled tits,” she said and pushed herself up so she could look me in the eyes. “Who else would I be asking about?”
“Oh. Right. Yeah. Her name is Bailey.”
Natalie squinted at me. “Her name is Bailey?”
“Unless she’s changed it very recently.”
I knew the next part of the conversation wasn’t going to go well. Honesty was always the best policy, except when it came to kinky sex and then it should be on a need to know basis.
“Do you still see her?”
“What do you mean?” I didn’t want to get trapped in some misunderstanding.
“I mean do you still see her?”
There was no wiggling out from that question. “Every once in a while.” It was a lame answer and we both knew it.
Natalie and I had just started dating. Actually, calling it dating was a bit generous. Hookup apps are great when they work, but are a pain in the ass generally. We had matched and met in person for a coffee date two days previously. She had insisted that she wasn’t looking for anything serious right now and never had sex with someone on a first date.
After the coffee date went well, I asked her out to dinner but when I arrived at her place to pick her up, she invited me inside and we never got to eat.
Unless one counted eating her pussy.
Hers was delicious.
The sex was even better. Which brought us to this awkward moment.
“When was the last time you saw her?” Natalie demanded.
“Uh…last weekend.”
“Did you two have sex?” she wanted to know.
That was the question I was trying to avoid.
“Do you really want to know?” I asked in a tone of voice that told her everything already.
“Yes,” she said firmly.
“Then the answer is yes. But it’s just a casual thing between her and me,” I assured Natalie. “Uh…sort of like what you said you were looking for.”
She gave me a look so inscrutable I wasn’t sure what she was thinking or plotting or planning.
“Right. I said that, didn’t I?”
“Yes.”
She moved off me. There was a sense of loss when her weight was no longer on me.
“We’re going to keep this casual, right?” she asked me. Natalie moved so that her back was against the bed’s headboard. I couldn’t help but stare at her tits. They stood out proudly from her chest. Pert and perky and pretty and they made me want to fuck her again.
“Right,” I confirmed.
“What would you say if I was fucking some other guy?” she asked me.
I managed to tear my eyes away from her chest. “Nothing. Not really my business. You can fuck whoever you want.”
“Right. Good. When are you going to see this Bailey again?”
“Uh. I don’t know. Usually we have a date once a week or so.”
“A date?” It was clear she wanted clarification.
“Well, a sex date. Generally she comes over to my place and we have sex.”
“Do you always suck on her tits?”
“That’s…pretty detail oriented,” I said.
“I want to know. We just had sex. You can tell me what you’re doing with some other woman you’re just seeing casually, can’t you?”
“Uh. Yeah. Right. Well, yes, during sex I generally nurse from her.”
“You drink her milk?”
“Yes.”
“And you like it?”
“That should go without saying, but yes.”
“Isn’t it a little bit weird?”
“Well, I thought that too at first, but I quickly got used to it.” I chuckled ruefully. “I suppose just about anything associated with sex people will make exceptions for.”
“How big are her tits?” asked Natalie. She cupped her hands under her small breasts, indicating a woman of huge proportions.
“Pretty big. I don’t have her bra size or anything like that.”
“And when you two started…dating, I guess you would call it, she was already lactating?”
“Yes.” I sat up. I supposed if I smoked this would have been when I pulled out a post-coital cigarette to relax. Instead I found myself staring at the framed art print on the far wall of her bedroom. I was never a big fan of Monet. “Do you really want to know all of this?”
“Yes. So tell me—”
Instead of letting her ask another question, I interrupted her. “Who was the last guy you fucked before me?” I asked her bluntly.
She was taken aback, but then realized that her questions about Bailey were intrusive. Pursing her lips, she considered her answer. “His name was Mitch. I have—had I guess—an on again/off again thing with him.”
“When did you last fuck him?” I asked, trying to shift the conversation to her sexual history.
“Uh…about a year ago. We had sex and then he dumped me saying he’d met someone new and wanted to see her exclusively.”
Now I felt like shit. “You haven’t dated anyone in a year?” I asked, a bit surprised and sorry that I was interrogating her now.
“No. They’re engaged now.”
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pried.”
She waved aside my concern. “It’s fine. That’s why I’m keeping things casual with you…and anyone else I might see in the near future.”
Chapter 2
Bailey’s tits were a testament to the beauty of a woman who was not shy about sharing her body. They were large, the sort of large breasts that were the very typical sort that all men were supposed to lust after.
She reached under the chest band of her bra and pulled the garment up and over her head, freeing her twin girls. They bounced in a fashion that made men—and a few women—want to rush to the classroom to study the fluid dynamic motions in order to better understand the art that was the human female body.
I just stood there and grinned stupidly at her half nude body as she tossed aside the beige testament to fashion engineering. She shook her head slowly, an amused grin on her face, as she cupped her breasts and lifted them slightly.
“What do you want to do tonight?” she asked me.
“Same thing we do every night, Pinky. Try to take over the world.”
Bailey now rolled her eyes. “I don’t know why I do this with you. You have all the maturity of a fifteen year old boy.”
“Eighteen,” I insisted to her, taking the few steps that separated us so that I could kiss her.
Beyond her big, milk-filled tits, Bailey had a pretty face and was a fantastic kisser. She was also a dynamo in bed. She was the woman who had it all.
“You’re squishing me,” she complained.
I took a step back and looked down at her large breasts. “Sorry.”jerk
“It’s okay. They’re just overfull right now. Do you mind nursing from me for a bit?”
“Mind?” I asked, tapping my fingers thoughtfully on my chin. “Well, I suppose I could be talked into it…”
She swatted me on the upper arm. “Quit being a goof and get to business.”
We moved onto my bed. The thing I really liked about Bailey was her direct attitude. She came to my place for sex and I was happy to supply that in any manner she wanted.
She looked good topless in jeans, but I had little time to admire her partial nudity. Once on the bed we kissed for a moment and then I quickly worked my way down to her tits. Bailey rolled to her side to make the nursing easier.
Her tits were big but not abnormally huge. Her nipples were easily the diameter of my thumb and light brown. I took one in my mouth and started sucking.
I loved her little moan as she relaxed. It didn’t take long. In less than ten seconds I felt her warm, sweet milk flood my mouth. I swallowed and continued to suck. She ran her fingers through my hair as I extracted as much of her sweetness as I could. The little moans and sighs she made were as much a turn on as the taste of her milk, the smoothness of her skin, and her mere presence.
The both of us knew it wouldn’t take long. Bailey had given herself over to the needs of her body and didn’t deny herself.
There’s an odd intimacy in nursing from a woman. It is sexual, don’t get me wrong, but somehow at the same time it’s more intimate than any type of sex. I would have been happy to nurse from her, giving her a little relief, and then send her on her way so I could jerk off alone in peace. But I was lucky that Bailey liked having sex after her milk was emptied from her tits.
Sometimes she liked having sex while her milk was being emptied.
I knew my role and was happy to play it. I sucked on her tits, moving back and forth between her nipples, draining all her milk. I loved listening to her sighs. I loved how her body moved as I nursed from her. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to get some friction to stimulate her pussy and clit.
There would be plenty of time for that later. We both knew what she wanted even if she didn’t say exactly what it was.
I couldn't help myself in comparing Bailey to Natalie. There was only one way to describe Bailey: voluptuous. Actually, there were a lot of ways to describe her: chubby, full-figured, curvy, and a BBW. People tended to avoid the fat label and while she didn’t fit neatly into Hollywood or the fashion industry’s standards of female beauty, I loved every inch of Bailey’s body, especially her creamy soft skin, and most especially her big tits.
On the other hand was Natalie who had an athletic body—which was partly why she had small tits. Natalie was a runner like me, a lean body with little excess fat. I was certain running was one of the reasons the app matched us. I don’t have a type. I’m an aficionado of the female body. The contrasts between Natalie and Bailey were strong and they kept me interested in both of them.
“Oh…fuck…yes,” Bailey moaned. She curved her hand around the back of my head and pulled me into her breast. I sucked harder. Most of her milk was gone but that didn’t stop me. She was all but smothering me in her flesh, but I didn’t mind. Her body was shaking as she climaxed. After a moment, she released me and rolled to her back.
“You made me cum,” she breathed heavily. I watched her chest rise and fall. It was an impressive sight.
“That was my goal.”
“My panties are soaked. You’re going to have to peel my jeans off me.”
“Is that what you want?”
“First I want you to show me your cock,” she all but purred.
I didn’t mind showing off for her.
Slipping off the bed I yanked off my t-shirt, unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants along with my underwear. I wasn’t fully erect, but being close to Bailey and sucking on her tits for fifteen minutes had gotten me almost all the way there.
Bailey knelt on the bed to reach out and grab my cock. She drew it into her mouth and started sucking.
The first time we had hooked up she was surprised that someone who did as much running as I did along with my time in the gym to keep myself fit was interested in a woman like her. As she put it, “Why would a cut boy want to fuck a fatty like me?”
I told her I didn’t have a type. While I wasn’t exactly a gym rat, I knew a lot of bodybuilders who were into heavy, soft women. Maybe it was the contrast. I don’t know.
I did know that Bailey was an expert cocksucker and set about proving that to me again. After some initial sucking and licking and handwork, Bailey relaxed and took all of my cock down her throat.
She claimed she had learned to deepthroat in college. My bet was that she was just a natural at it.
I let her suck me for a minute and then I pulled back from her.
“What?”
“Lay down, head over the edge,” I told her.
She smirked at me. “Really? Again?”
“You’ve said you love to have your face fucked. You’ve said you love to show off your deep throat skills.”
With a roll of her eyes she relented. “Fine.”
I stood on the floor and when she opened her mouth, I pushed my hard cock into her throat. Natalie might have been chubby but to me she looked like a full-figured Venus from a Renaissance painting. I carefully gripped her neck as I face fucked her.
She moaned, a somewhat disturbing sound, but the vibrations felt wonderful on my cock.
“A golden throat,” I complimented her. She didn’t have the pale skin of a goddess from those paintings, but a slightly tanner tone. I’d never tell her, but in my experience fat girls were the best at giving head.
I felt myself getting closer. I didn’t want to cum down her throat. I wanted to fuck her pussy so I pulled out.
“Are you going to cum on my face?” she asked smartly.
“Only if you want me to. I’d rather fuck your pussy.”
She shrugged. “Sounds fine.”
I stroked my cock while she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, peeling them down her legs. I didn’t give her the chance to remove her panties. I yanked down her red thong and threw her down on the bed.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I ordered.
She was happy to comply. With her full ass tilted at just the right angle it was easy for me to slip my cock into her. Her pussy was so wet. It always got that wet after I sucked her tits.
I loved the way her flesh rippled when I fucked her, the impact of my body against hers.
“Oh! Fuck! Yes!” She grunted with my every thrust. “Fuck! Me! Hard!”
I spanked her ass and she let out a little shriek of approval. “Take my cock, slut!”
“I fucking love your cock,” she whined. “Make me cum. Please make me cum!”
It was easy to make Bailey cum. She was the sort of horny slut who loved sex and loved it any way she could get it. I held her by the hips and went faster.
“Want me to cum in your pussy or all over your ass?”
In previous encounters I’d painted her face and her tits and her pussy and her ass. Not all at the same time. She liked cum on her and in her. When I came in her mouth, she swallowed every drop.
She was the perfect girlfriend, if I was the sort to want a girlfriend.
“Cum! In! My! Pussy!”
I went full speed and finished exactly as she wanted. While Bailey had a wonderful mouth and fantastic tits, it was impossible to overrate her pussy. Finishing in her was a delight. I let her know by my grunts and collapsing on her.
“You made me cum,” she said softly. “That was great.”
“Uh-huh,” I mumbled. “Give me a minute and we can go again.”
She snickered and rolled her body side to side. I took the hint and got off her. After a quick trip to the bathroom for both of us, we relaxed together on her bed.
“You were really horny today,” she said to me, resting her hand on my stomach, right above my now soft cock. I wanted her to take me in hand to get me hard again, but I didn’t want to ask right away.
“You didn’t like that?”
“No! I did like it. I’m just wondering why you so desperately needed to fuck me.”
“You won’t like the answer,” I told her.
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
“Fine. I had sex with another woman a few days ago.”
Bailey was nonplussed. “And this made you horny for me?”
“I like variety,” I told her.
“What variety?”
“A variety of women,” I confirmed.
“So what’s so great about this other woman?” she asked casually.
That was the operative word for our relationship. Casual. Bailey and I hooked up for sex—and milk play, but that’s part of sex—and not romantic dates. I knew a little about her life, but after almost a year of a FWB relationship, I had no desire to have her as a girlfriend or anything other than someone to fuck.
“She’s just…different from you.”
“Different how?” Bailey pressed me.
“Um…she’s not lactating.”
Bailey snorted. “That’s certainly not surprising.”
“And she has smaller tits and ass.”
“Are you calling me fat?”
“No!”
“Why not? I am fat.”
“You’re not fat,” I assured her. “You’ve got curves where it counts.”
“Huh. And I thought you liked fucking me because I’m fat.”
“Not at all. I like fucking your because you’re tits are full of milk.”
She looked at me skeptically. “Hmm. Is that the only reason why?”
“One of the many reasons why. You’re great in bed.”
“Tell me more about this other woman. What’s her name?”
“I feel like I’m digging a hole for myself here.”
“Just tell me her name.”
“Natalie.”
“Sounds like a girl with small tits and ass.”
“Well, that would be accurate.”
“Is she as good a fuck as me?”
“No. Well, I only fucked her the once, so the sample size is small, but you have nothing to worry about.”
“You can fuck other women,” she said. “Just like I can fuck other men.”
I didn’t ask if she did fuck other men. It wasn’t my business. I was confused as to why she wanted to know anything about Natalie.
“Anyway, she was fun.”
“Are you looking to make her your girlfriend?” Natalie teased.
“Ah…no.”
“Describe her to me,”
“Why do you want to know?”
“Prurient interest. Just tell me.”
“She’s short, maybe five foot three, short brown hair, small tits and ass, fit body—”
“That’s why you like her. You like those exercise girls.”
“Actually, I prefer your body type.”
“Then why did you fuck her?”
“We matched on an app.”
“Romance in the twenty-first century,” Bailey observed. “Are you going to see her again?”
“Yeah. Probably.” Then I spoke without thinking. “She wants bigger tits.”
“She’s jealous of these girls and she doesn’t even know me.” Bailey held her tits in both hands, lifting them up to accentuate their size.
“Maybe. I told her about you.”
That piqued Bailey’s interest. “What about me?”
“That you exist and you have big tits and you lactate.”
“What did she think of that?”
“I don’t really know. She was definitely interested in it.”
Bailey snickered. “Right. You’re just hearing what you want to hear.”
“She said she wanted bigger tits but didn’t want to put on weight or have a boob job,” I insisted.
“Every woman is unhappy with the size of her tits,” said Bailey dismissively. “But when it comes time to actually do something about it, very few actually follow through.”
“Maybe I’ll give her your name and number and you can give her some lactation advice.”
Now Bailey snorted. “Do you know why I lactate?”
I paused and carefully considered my words. “No, but I thought you did because you like it.”
“I do like it. Well, I like the sex that comes with it.” She leaned my way and gave me a kiss. “But do you know how I started?”
“I sort of guessed it was pregnancy?”
Bailey rolled her eyes at me. “Have you ever heard me mention having a kid?”
“No, but I didn’t want to pry.”
“I’ve never been pregnant. I don’t have a kid. Do you see any stretch marks on my body?”
I wanted to say “yes” because she did have some on her ass and her thighs, but none on her belly. I opted to stay quiet on that matter. “No.”
“It was a hormone imbalance,” she informed me.
“Oh.”
“It started when I was a teenager. I was a moody shit. Much moodier than normal for a teen girl, and that’s saying something. Mom and Dad took me to the doctor and after a hundred rounds of tests and a bunch of emotional therapy, it turned out I had a hormone imbalance.”
“You’ve been lactating since you were a teenager?” I asked her, incredulous.
“Yup.” She sighed. “I was freaked out at first when milk started leaking from my boobs.” She was silent for a moment. “But then I discovered I sort of liked it. And so did my high school boyfriend.”
“You never mentioned a high school boyfriend before!”
“You never asked. Anyway, he liked the taste because it was sweet. The doctor put me on a bunch of pills to regulate my hormones and moods and I was emotionally better, but my tits kept making milk. It probably helped that Josh was sucking on my tits every day after school. Plus there were those boys in college.” She smiled at the memory. “And when I didn’t have boyfriends, I bought a breast pump to keep my milk flowing.”
“Wow. You’ve never told me that before.”
“Again, you’ve never asked. You just like to suck on my tits and fuck me.”
“Well, that is true…but do you like lactating? I mean, really like it?”
Bailey nodded. “It feels good to be nursed. It makes my tits big. There’s a definite sexual thrill to it. Plus, whenever I hook up with a new guy, it’s a great way to determine if he’s worth my time and effort. If he doesn’t like breast milk, there’s no second date.”
“So you do fuck on the first date,” I said thoughtfully.
She swatted me. “You should know. We fucked on the first date!”
Chapter 3
Bailey: I want to meet her.
I looked at the text message. It was strange because the only time that Bailey would ever text me is if she was looking to get laid. Or to have her tits sucked. Or both. Usually both.
Never before had she ever texted me to set up a social interaction with someone else.
It was strange.
And unsettling.
It worried me.
Me: Why?
I had a sneaking suspicion that if the two of them met, it wouldn’t be pleasantly plump and sexy Bailey shaking hands with fit and lean and over-eager Natalie. It would be like the proverbial unstoppable force running into an immovable object.
I didn’t want to initiate the heat death of the universe so it would be a good idea to keep them apart.
Bailey: She said she was interested in bigger boobs. I’m all for helping another woman out.
Me: How? Are you going to give her a hormone imbalance?
It was an inappropriate question and I knew it. Most of my time might have been taken up by my graduate studies (I thought an advanced degree in electrical engineering was a great idea—and it was—it just tended to burn up all my free time, that’s why having a FWB like Bailey was better than a girlfriend. I was just horny when I started texting Natalie. There’s a lot of downtime while waiting for experiments to cycle) but I knew how to act around people
Usually.
Bailey: Don’t be ridiculous. There are ways to induce lactation that are normal.
Me: I’m only an electrical engineer, not a doctor, but isn’t the only normal way to induce lactation through pregnancy?
Bailey: Depends on what you mean by normal.
I was a free-floating positively charged ion dancing on the sharp point of a pin just looking to get knocked free into space if I wasn’t careful.
Me: I was just wondering why you want to meet her.
Bailey: I already told you. She showed an interest in lactating and it’s a pretty small community of women who are into this.
Bailey: I would think that you would want this. It’ll double your access to fresh breast milk.
She was right, of course. I could have two women who were FWBs who were lactating. I’d have more breast milk than I could handle. I could have two women with completely different bodies who were happy to fuck me.
Why was I being so resistant?
I knew why. I didn’t want to risk destroying what I already had.
Me: Let me talk to her and see.
Bailey: Let me know. I’ll be waiting. With tits full of milk.
She wasn’t going to make this easy.
I put my head in the right frame of mind before texting Natalie.
I just wish my cock hadn’t gotten hard when Bailey made her little suggestion. I had a hundred dirty scenarios running through my head and none of them made me softer.
Me: Would you like to meet up again?
I had texted her a “thank you and we need to do this again” message the day after we had sex, but since then we were just going back and forth with daily pleasantries.
Natalie: For sex?
She was a woman after my heart. If I was looking for a romantic partner.
Me: Well, yes, that. And for something else as well.
Natalie: What else?
How does one delicately put that my first FWB wanted to meet my second FWB to discuss lactation? I was certain that Miss Manners didn’t have ready advice on this modern social situation.
Me: It’s a delicate question.
Natalie: You’d better not tell me you have an STI!!!
I wasn’t happy with her use of three exclamation points in a row, but I let it pass. That was an issue for another day.
Me: Bailey asked if she could meet you.
I just typed it out and looked at the message for far too long. I was certain that Natalie was looking at the bouncing ellipsis as she waited for my answer. Or maybe she had to actually pay attention to her job and wasn’t waiting with high anxiety at my every word.
It took her far too long to type and send:
Bailey: She wants to meet me?
Me: Yes.
I could have said a lot more, but this was a delicate negotiation.
Bailey: Is this some weird and kinky sex plan of yours?
I didn’t blame her for asking or suspecting. I would have said the same thing if I had been in her position.
But I would have immediately said yes as well.
Me: No. Nothing like that. She wants to meet and talk with another woman who has a common interest in induced lactation.
Bailey: I wouldn’t say that I have an interest in it. Maybe a passing fancy.
My heart fell through the floor. I tried to maintain a modicum of dignity in my next message.
Me: Okay. That’s fine. What should I tell her?
Her responses had been taking a few minutes each time I replied to her. I wasn’t expecting an immediate answer, but I had to know. The clock ticked by. I wasn’t sure if she was pissed or busy or uncertain or all of the above.
It was torture.
Only when I realized it was torture did I clue in that she was making me wait on purpose.
At least that’s what I hoped she was doing.
Bailey: Tell her I’d like to meet her.
Bailey: No sex. Never on the first date.
I exhaled. Across the lab another grad student looked at me like I was banging a drum in the middle of quiet study hours in the library.
Me: Of course not. Who would expect that?
I didn’t want to point out that both Bailey and Natalie had hopped into bed with me after a first coffee date.
That they had in common.
I, of course, had missed the obvious.
Chapter 4
I had arrived early at the restaurant. It was one of those chains that were so generic I had to check my phone twice before I could remember where I was going. On the plus side, it was as far from the concept of “romantic” as possible. There would be no mistaking the intent of the date: having Bailey and Natalie meet. Nothing else.
I probably looked like an asshole for the twenty minutes I was sitting alone at a table meant for at least a party of four. I made a mental note to give the waitress a generous tip.
Bailey arrived exactly on time, as usual for her. I only had time to give her a kiss on the cheek and ask how her day was when Natalie appeared at the table, escorted by the hostess, just a minute after Bailey.
Immediately the two women sized each other up.
I wasn’t sure if they were going to start a cat fight in the middle of the restaurant or if they were just going to eye fuck each other for an hour.
To prevent any further awkwardness I stood up and invited her to sit down.
They continued to check each other out after I introduced one to the other.
After the waitress took their drink orders but before she delivered them, Bailey jumped right into it.
“So Trevor tells me that you want boobs as big as mine,” she said almost casually, like they were discussing where they worked.
Natalie’s eyes went wide. Not nearly as wide as Bailey’s boobs, but close. “I-I-I,” she stammered for a moment before somewhat recovering, her face flushed with an unexpected blush. “I mean, maybe not as big, but bigger than what I have now.” She looked down at her nearly flat chest that was effectively covered by her modest shirt.
Bailey was wearing a button up shirt that very effectively showed off her cleavage.
It was a nice contrast.
“Lactating won’t necessarily make them bigger,” said Bailey.
“Anything larger would be nice,” Natalie replied.
The waitress at that moment decided to show up with their drinks. I was still nursing my initial one. If the server heard or understood what the women were talking about, she said nothing.
“It’s a hell of a process,” Bailey added.
“How did you go about it?” asked Natalie.
“That’s a story.” Bailey launched into her medical and sexual history that made Natalie’s eyes get larger and larger until she looked like an anime character.
Where Bailey was finally done, Natalie proved she wasn’t a woman who was faint of heart. “So, drugs and a breast pump,” she said thoughtfully. “I can do that.”
“And at least one person who is willing to suck on your tits as often as possible,” Bailey added.
Natalie looked back and forth between me and Bailey. “I can do that as well.”
My cock stiffened in my pants. I wanted to ask the waitress for the check and get the hell out of there with both women.
I managed to contain myself, but just barely.
The conversation and the drinks worked on the women. When dinner was over, we all agreed to go back to Bailey’s place for a demonstration.
We gathered in Bailey’s living room. In Natalie’s hands was the breast pump that Bailey claimed she used whenever she was overfull of milk. Somehow it looked huge in Natalie’s hands. I wondered what it looked like pressed against Bailey’s tits.
“So I just need to use this twice a day and take some drugs and I’ll start lactating,” Natalie said.
Bailey laughed. “It’ll take a little time, but yes.” I wanted to encourage Natalie to start using it right then and there.
“How much time?”
“Couple of months.”
“That long?!” Natalie wailed.
“The drugs will speed things up,” Bailey reassured her.
“What drugs? Legal or illegal?”
“Perfectly legal drugs. They’re prescription.”
Natalie seemed to get a hold of herself. “Who is going to write me a prescription for drugs to induce lactation?”
Bailey pointed at herself. “Me. I’m a nurse practitioner. I can get my supervisor to approve it.”
I knew that Bailey had some health-field related job, but I didn’t know she was a nurse practitioner. I was slightly stunned to realize she was the sort of person to bend the rules when it came to writing prescriptions for something as elective as inducing lactation.
I didn’t question her, however. I was fully on board this train; I was unconcerned with any possible crash that lay at the end of the tracks.
“You’ll do that?” Natalie sounded as stunned as I was.
“Sure. You just need to come into the office for a quick consultation. Not a problem. I won’t even charge you for it.” She paused. “If you’re serious about this.”
“I am!” Natalie insisted.
“Great. Then take off your top and let’s give the pump a whirl, shall we?”
I expected hesitation from Natalie. That wasn’t the case at all. She just pulled up her shirt to reveal she was wearing a simple camisole and then pulled that off as well, showing off her lovely breasts.
I stared. I knew I was staring. I didn’t care. I didn’t need to be in Bailey’s living room watching this, but I was glad to be there.
“Oh!” Bailey was impressed at Natalie’s boobs. “You’ve got great tits!”
“Thanks. I get a lot of that.”
“What are you? A B cup?”
“Small B.”
“Perfect nipples, too.”
Bailey was staring as much as I was. It started to make Natalie uncomfortable.
To undress, Natalie had put down the breast pump. Bailey grabbed it, plugged it in, and started to explain the various parts and how it worked.
The function was straightforward. Soft silicone collections funnels were applied to the nipples. It used a simple vacuum pump to stimulate the nipples that, in an already lactating woman, would extract milk which would be collected in small plastic bottles that looked exactly like baby bottles for nursing, because they were essentially baby bottles for nursing.
I had never seen this side of the lactation process before. I wasn’t sure if it was disturbing or arousing.
It was a little of both.
Bailey showing Natalie how to use the breast pump should have been something clinical and boring to watch. It wasn’t. It was much sexier than I expected it to be.
“Is it going to hurt?” asked Natalie right before Bailey pressed the power button. Her cute nipples were perfectly centered in the collection cones. I wanted to see what was going to happen. I wanted to see and hear Natalie’s reaction to her body being stimulated in this way.
“No. Wait a second. I left the suction power all the way up. Let me dial it down for you.” Bailey adjusted the pump and smiled at her new friend. “Ready?”
“I hope so.” Natalie took a breath and nodded at the other woman.
Bailey hit the on switch and the pump hummed to life. I could hear the faint suction start. Natalie’s little nipples were pulled forward into the collection cones. She gasped at the sensation. I wondered if it hurt or was just unexpected. It was impossible for me to stop watching. After a second the pressure released and the nipples bounced back to their original position.
“Oh, wow…that was intense,” Natalie exclaimed.
Bailey snickered. “It’s on the low setting,” she said.
“It is?” Natalie’s eyes were wide again.
Bailey didn’t have time to answer as Natalie’s nipples were drawn forward again. She moaned a little this time.
“How long does this have to go on for?” she asked. I couldn’t tell if she was bracing herself to endure the torture, or was getting ready to enjoy what was happening to her.
I wanted it to be the latter answer.
“At least fifteen minutes,” was Bailey’s ready answer.
Natalie moaned again. I hoped she found it as stimulating as I did. My pants were getting tight.
“Are you going to be able to handle it?”
“For fifteen minutes?” Natalie sounded alarmed, but she took it as a challenge. “Yes. Of course. How long do you do it for?”
“Sometimes up to half an hour. Depends on how much milk I have and how horny I am.”
“How horny you are?”
“It’s not exactly a vibrator or dildo, but I do like my tits played with,” Bailey admitted and looked at me.
“It is nice,” Natalie admitted.
“Let me set a timer,” I offered, pulling out my phone and setting a timer for fifteen minutes. “Think you can do it?” I asked her, showing the time counting down.
Natalie stiffened her back and then her eyes fluttered a little as the pump cycled again. “Yeah…but I need to sit down.”
Bailey and I led her to the couch where Natalie sat down with an amused and happy grin on her face. “This is fun,” she declared.
Bailey gave me a crooked grin. “What are we going to do for the next fifteen minutes?” she asked me.
I shrugged. “I was just going to watch Natalie’s tits be tortured by a non-sentient robot.
“I’ve got a better suggestion,” Bailey said and started unbuttoning her shirt.
I didn’t stop her, but I did manage to tear my eyes away from Natalie’s chest to Bailey’s. The heavier woman shrugged off her shirt and then, without any warning, just pulled her bra up over her head, letting her tits bounce free, before tossing the bra aside.
“Are you going to pump your tits as well?” I asked, happy to be there to see Bailey’s display. I’d seen her tits before too many times to count but I hadn’t grown bored of them. I never would.
Bailey shook her head. “No. I only have the one pump. But can you help me out?”
Before I could answer, she pressed her body to mine and lifted her face for a kiss. I certainly wasn’t going to deny her that.
“Oh fuck,” I heard Natalie breathe, but I was ignoring her now. “Your boobs are so big,” she said in admiration.
Bailey didn’t react at all. Instead she and I moved to the only other place to sit in the living room: a large, overstuffed armchair. I sat down and she knelt, her legs on the outside, forcing mine to the middle. That was fine because it brought her tits to near eye level for me.
I knew an invitation when I saw one. I leaned in and took a nipple between my lips and started sucking.
Bailey moaned softly.
Natalie groaned, but I wasn’t sure if it was from watching us or the pump.
Probably both.
My cock was getting stiff and uncomfortable inside my pants. I was willing to deal with that.
It only took a few moments before I tasted the sweetness of Bailey’s milk. It always let down easily for me. We had never done this before in front of an audience, but I was happy to do it for Natalie, to let her know what was in store for her.
Bailey couldn’t hold herself in that position forever so after a few minutes of me sucking on one breast and then the other, she sat down on my lap. That only increased the pressure on my cock. She knew exactly what she was doing and started grinding on me.
I wanted to fuck her. I wasn’t sure if Bailey was willing to go that far in front of a woman she had just barely met.
For the moment I was content just to suck on her tits and drink the milk. There were worse ways to spend an evening.
And then the fucking alarm on my phone went off. I had shoved it back in my pocket so it was impossible to get to until Bailey got off my lap. She laughed as I struggled and then eventually got off. At the same time Natalie was struggling to remove the breast pump from her tits.
At first she tried to pull the collection cones away from her soft flesh, but the seal on the pump was near perfect and refused to let go. It wasn’t exactly high comedy, but it was amusing. Then Natalie attempted to wiggle her finger under the silicone cone but she couldn’t break the seal.
Giggling, Bailey went over to her and simply hit the power switch. The steady buzz from the pump tapered off and eventually the vacuum seal released.
“Thank the fuck,” Natalie breathed as the cones came free. “That was getting a little intense.”
I couldn’t help but stare at her breasts when she fully removed the cones. They were still small, of course, maybe slightly swollen from the experience, but the real change was in her nipples. Normally they were a light pink but the breast pump had changed them to a deep red. They weren’t exactly bruised, but it was obvious they had been abused.
That thought didn’t help my cock soften.
“Ooh,” said Bailey through pursed lips. “We might have gone a little long for your first time.” She winced. “Do they hurt?”
Natalie placed her hands protectively over her breasts, to my disappointment. “They are sore,” she admitted.
“Let me get some ice,” said Bailey as she hustled out of the living room, heading to the kitchen.
I smiled at Natalie. “Anything I can do to help?”
“Nothing comes to mind,” she said.
“Sometimes a kiss helps,” I said.
“Sure. A kiss.”
I moved from the chair to the couch next to her. I hoped she could see my hardon through my pants. I gave her a light kiss on the lips.
She smiled and shook her head. “Thank you.”
“It’s better if applied directly to the affected area,” I said and ducked my head down.
Natalie didn’t stop me. Maybe she didn’t think I was actually going to do it.
It was tempting to start sucking on her nipple, but instead I gave her the lightest of kisses on her ripe nipple.
She moaned softly.
“What am I interrupting?” asked Bailey who had returned with two ice packs for Natalie’s tits.
“Nothing!” I said loudly, sitting up and affecting innocence, giving Bailey a wink. “Certainly not kissing Natalie’s breasts.”
“Uh-huh,” she answered and handed the ice packs to Natalie. My eyes were captured by Bailey’s large breasts that were swinging just inches from my face. I wanted to lean in and catch a nipple to suck out more of her milk. “Put them on your boobs, hon. Just for a couple of minutes.”
Natalie did as instructed. “I don’t know how you use that thing on a higher setting. My tits are throbbing.”
“You get used to it,” Bailey replied as if it were nothing.
“How?”
“Time. And toughness.” She flicked her nipples and didn’t react at all. Once again Natalie did her huge eyes expression.
“What setting do you use?” I asked.
“Always the highest,” Bailey said with pride.
“Bullshit!” We both looked at Natalie who clearly didn’t believe the other woman.
“Challenge accepted,” Bailey said with a touch of confidence. She picked up the pump’s controls and showed us it was on the lowest setting. She clicked the selector all the way up to the top setting and then switched on the pump.
With a practiced hand she pressed one and then the other collection funnels to her breasts, expertly centering them on her large nipples. I was impressed the funnels could attach to her tits and not fall off, but clearly Bailey knew they would stay on.
She displayed herself to us, a relaxed smile on her face. “A mouth is better, but this…this is nice.”
“Wow,” breathed Natalie.
“That’s impressive—holy shit!” I said, sounding like an idiot.
It had only taken a few seconds and Bailey’s milk hadn’t just let down, but was actively spraying into the collection bottles during the suction cycle of the pump. I had obviously primed her and gotten her milk flowing but it was still impressive to watch.
Both Natalie and I stared as Bailey pumped her tits, letting the pump run through several cycles. I knew that she didn’t have any trouble producing milk, I was the beneficiary of that, but I didn’t realize how much milk she made. Glancing at my watch and estimating the amount of the thin, white liquid slowly filling the bottles, I determined that if she could keep up this rate of production for fifteen minutes she’d produce roughly eight ounces of milk.
We watched in silence for a minute while the pump did its work.
“Wow,” my engineer’s brain made my mouth say.
“Uh-huh,” agreed Natalie, who was obviously a few steps ahead of me. “It’s sort of sexy, isn’t it?”
I hadn’t expected to hear that from Natalie. Or anyone. She adjusted the cold packs against her breasts.
“Are they still sore?” I asked.
She shook her head. “Not so much now. But now they’re cold.” When she pulled the packs away from her tits her nipples were two hard points that were just begging to be sucked. I managed not to embarrass myself by asking to help her with that.
“I think I’m done,” Bailey said a moment later and switched off the device. As it disengaged from her tits she let out a little moan. “Fuck that feels good.”
“You like it?” Natalie was stunned. Her nipples were still bright red. I was glad she hadn’t put her shirt back on and wasn’t going to do anything to disturb the moment.
Bailey gave her a lusty look. “I’m so fucking turned on right now I think any liquid in my body that hasn’t come out of my tits went straight to my pussy.”
“You don’t say…” My interest in Bailey’s relative body hydration was more than purely academic. I wanted to pull off her jeans and do an up close and personal assessment.
Natalie gave me a look but then addressed Bailey. “What are you going to do with that milk?” she asked, indicating the partially filled bottles. There wasn’t a lot there. Bailey hadn’t pumped for the fifteen minutes I had estimated was necessary to produce a maximum yield, but there were a few ounces in each bottle.
With a shrug, Bailey said, “I’ll probably just dump it down the drain. That’s what I usually do.”
“Can I…can I try it?”
My head snapped away from looking at the women’s tits to stare at Natalie’s face. “Really?” I asked.
“Really?” Bailey asked.
Natalie shrugged. “I’m curious.”
Unconcerned, Bailey detached the bottle from the pump and handed it over to Natalie. She then detached the second bottle and handed it to me.
“What’s this for?” I asked, holding the bottle uncomfortably. I was fine with drinking breast milk directly from her, but drinking it out of a bottle, even without a nipple on it, seemed…weird.
“For you,” she said. “For drinking. Bottoms up.”
I thought she couldn’t be serious, but then I watched as Natalie took a sip from her bottle.
“What do you think?” I asked, trying to avoid drinking from my own. I had no idea why I was suddenly so reluctant to drink the milk when I had always lusted after it before.
Natalie rolled her tongue around in her mouth and swallowed twice. “Interesting. Very sweet. Clings to the tongue but it’s not cloying.” She smiled. “I like it.” With that, she emptied the rest of the bottle into her mouth and swallowed in satisfaction. She looked at me with disappointment. “Why haven’t you drunk yours yet?”
“Uhh…” was the best I could do.
Natalie took the bottle out of my hand. I didn’t resist. She then drank the entire contents in one go, not that it was a lot, but it was interesting to see her neck the bottle like she was finishing a beer.
“What the fuck?”
Bailey was laughing. “What do you think of that?”
Natalie smacked her lips. “I think I’d like to try it straight from the source.”
My cock was already semi-erect, but those words made me rock hard right away.
Bailey cupped her tits and gently shook them. “I think I’m pretty empty.”
“Oh.” Natalie was clearly disappointed.
“There’s only one way to find out,” I pointed out to them.
Bailey snickered. “I bet you’d love to see that.”
I took a risk. “You’d be right. Do you mind if I…?”
“If you what?”
I didn’t answer her. Instead I leaned in and took one of her nipples in my mouth. She gasped a little and then moaned as I sucked. I only faintly tasted her milk, but it was enough.
The good part was that Bailey didn’t protest.
Natalie did, however.