The Ambrosia of Ami

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There are two liquids that make the world go around: alcohol and milk.

 

Chapter One

 

Geneva had invited Amelia to her house after work on Friday because they got along well and Amelia was new to the area and didn’t really have any friends. The younger woman had moved to the city for a new job and Geneva had been assigned as her orientation guide and nominal trainer.

Working in a biochem lab wasn’t exactly exciting, but the women got along well.

After complimenting her apartment and eating a hasty takeout meal they got down to the evening’s business: drinking.

Geneva poured Amelia a generous shot. “It’s the finest Irish whiskey,” she assured her new friend. “My very Irish and very proud grandfather would insist I only serve the best to a guest.”

“Well, it’s not Scotch, is it?” Amelia asked, tossing back her curly red hair and then tossed back the shot. “Smooth,” she gasped out and Geneva laughed and downed her own drink. Both women laughed and Geneva headed to the cabinet where she stored her supply of alcohol.

“I think I have some Scotch in here,” she mused.

“I didn’t plan on getting drunk tonight,” Amelia commented.

“That’s what I tell myself every night I start drinking,” replied her older friend as she produced a bottle and poured them both drinks, this time cut with soda.

It didn’t take long for the alcohol to work its magic on the both of them.

“I’m so jealous of you,” Amelia heard herself saying. “You’re so pretty and...fuck it...I’ll say it. You’ve got boobs that every guy at the lab stares at.” She looked down at her flat chest. “No one stares at me like that.”

Geneva laughed. “That’s because you don’t see them staring at your ass.”

Amelia’s face, already red from the drinks turned bright red. “Do they? Shit!”

“Maybe you shouldn’t wear your scrubs so tight.”

“I need to get some more sets.”

“Don’t bother. I like staring at your ass too.”

Amelia laughed because she didn’t know how else to respond. They had moved from the kitchen to the living room and had flopped onto the couch where it was more comfortable.

“Don’t tell me that,” Amelia said.

“You brought up my boobs. I know they stare,” Geneva grumbled to herself. “Sometimes I like it; sometimes I don’t.”

“I wish mine were bigger,” Amelia repeated.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Don’t tell me they’ll grow. I’ve heard that since I was eighteen. I’m twenty seven. I’m done growing unless I get fat.”

“I’ll give you twenty of my pounds,” Geneva half-joked.

“Only if it goes straight to my tits.”

“There are ways to make that happen.”

Amelia shook her head. A stray red curl flopped across her cheek. “I’m not getting implants. Nope. Not for this girl.”

“Wait until you get pregnant. They’ll grow.”

“I don’t see that happening any time soon.”

“Mine got bigger,” Geneva said.

“When? When were you pregnant?” she blurted out and then realized she didn’t know everything about her new friend and maybe the question was off base.

“All it takes is the judicious application of some hormones and physical stimulation,” Geneva revealed.

Amelia blinked. In her slightly inebriated state, she didn’t know what Geneva was talking about. “I don’t get it.”

“Any woman can get bigger boobs, Ami. It’s just a matter of what you’re willing to put up with.”

“What?”

With an exasperated sigh, Geneva explained, “If you’re willing to deal with the milk, you can just induce lactation and your tits will grow.”

At the moment, the only thing that grew on Amelia was her eyes. “You’re kidding.”

“I used to be a C,” Geneva replied and hefted both her breasts under her usual casual wear of jeans and a sleeveless blouse. This one was black and showed off some of her ample cleavage. They both looked down at her large chest. “Now I’m easily a D. Sometimes a double D.”

“You’re...um...lactating?”

Geneva nodded, a sloppy smile on her face.

“Get out of here!”

“Nope! I am. And this is my home. You get out!”

The two laughed uproariously at the revelation that wasn’t that funny.

“But are you serious?” Amelia had to know.

“Yup.” She felt her boobs through her shirt and bra. “And it’s getting to that time of day where I need to drain them.”

“What?”

“The milk builds up all day, hon,” Geneva told her. “I need to pump it or my tits start to hurt.”

“Oh.”

“And worse, if I don’t do it every day, it starts to dry up and then my boobs will shrink and then where will I be?”

“You need to pump now?” Amelia asked.

“Yeah. They’re getting kind of achy.”

“Should I leave?”

“No. I can just do it in my bedroom. It’ll only take a few minutes. You can watch TV or whatever.”

Not believing she was asking the question, Amelia said, “Would you mind...I can’t believe I’m asking this...would you mind if I watched?”

Geneva laughed. “What? Why?”

“I’ve never seen it before. Maybe I should do what you do. I’d love to go from an A to a B.”

Stifling her giggles, Geneva said, “Sure. Why not? It’s only tits and milk, right?”

She jumped up from the couch and ran, unsteadily, to the bedroom. A minute later she returned carrying a device that Amelia, through the haze of alcohol, quickly surmised the purpose of.

“You put those cups on your boobs and it extracts the milk?” Amelia asked. It was one of the advantages of working in a lab. What she saw in front of her wasn’t all that difficult to figure out.

“Bingo.”

Showing absolutely no shame, Geneva undid the top two buttons of her blouse and then pulled it over her head. Underneath she wore a practical bra, even if it was black and constructed to maximize her cleavage.

Amelia stared at her friend’s tits and felt jealousy unlike she had felt since eighth grade when all the other girls had developed cute little buds and she was still as flat as a board.

Geneva didn’t bother with the clasps in the back of her bra. She just lifted it forward and let her tits fall out before pulling it over her head and tossing it aside.

It was as if Amelia’s mouth was a desert. Watching Geneva evaporated all the moisture in her mouth and deposited it in her pussy. But she didn’t give that away to her friend.

That would have been weird.

Geneva plugged in the device. “Sometimes I watch TV while I’m pumping,” she explained away the ease she had in creating the setup. From there it was simple. She switched on the pump which gave off a low hum along with the hiss of rapid airflow and then pressed one of the cups to her large breast, carefully aligning the nipple to the collection point, before letting it hang there a moment so she could attach the second cup to her other breast.

Intellectually, Amelia knew what to expect, but to actually see little streams of milk erupt from Geneva’s prominent nipples was a thrill unlike she had ever experienced.

“Mmm,” Geneva moaned. “God that feels good.”

“It does?”

“Yeah, the release. Too much pressure and letting it out feels good.”

Geneva settled back into the couch and closed her eyes to focus on the sensations.

For her part, Amelia continued to watch closely. There was a steady beat to the mechanism of the pump. Her nipples would be drawn forward, the milk would come shooting out, the nipples would be released, Geneva would let out a little groan of relief and there would be a moment’s pause before the cycle repeated.

The milk pooled at the bottom of the suction cups before sliding down the drain to a collection bottle near the pump motor.

“Wow,” was all Amelia could say. She wished she had seen Geneva’s breasts before she had started lactating. They were large right now, huge even, but to see them from their starting point would have been perfect.

Her own little breasts, even if they had a small increase in volume, would do wonders for her self-esteem. She was certain of it.

“Mmm,” Geneva moaned again and shifted on the couch. “This is getting me warm.”

“You’re already topless,” Amelia pointed out. “How hot can you be?”

Opening her eyes, Geneva smirked at her friend. “Not warm like that. Hot and horny.”

Amelia’s eyes, already wide open with surprise and thrills, opened even wider. “Oh!”

“Sometimes I play with myself while pumping,” Geneva offered.

“You do?”

“Oh yeah. It’s the best. Better than just using a vibrator. Do you mind?”

Amelia shook her head. She didn’t know what to think but she didn’t want to stop the fun.

Working quickly, Geneva unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, wiggling them down over her hips and then to her thighs. She didn’t bother pushing them beyond her knees. She was in too much of a hurry.

Underneath she was wearing a pair of practical red panties that still managed to be silky and sexy. These she pushed down with her jeans, leaving them around her knees.

Amelia couldn’t help herself and stared at the other woman’s sex. It was bare. Not a hair was in sight. That frustrated her because she wanted to know if Geneva was a natural blonde. After all, she was a natural redhead.

She didn’t get much of a look at Geneva’s pussy because the blonde woman immediately started masturbating with absolutely no shame. Amelia watched intently as Geneva laid back, spread her legs as much as possible, and pleasured herself.

It was fascinating and Amelia didn’t know what to think.

Was Geneva making a pass at her?

Was Geneva drunk and not in control of herself?

Did pumping her tits make Geneva so horny she couldn’t help herself?

Was it an invitation?

The last thought was what Amelia needed. She couldn’t help herself either, she reasoned, and pushed down her comfortable yoga pants along with her pink underwear. Maybe Geneva didn’t even notice. They were at opposite ends of the couch.

Dipping her fingers into her wet pussy, Amelia got down to business. She didn’t want to match Geneva’s motions, because that was weird, and she didn’t want to get herself off as quickly as possible either because she wanted to watch, which wasn’t normal, but nothing about any of this was normal.

How many other opportunities would she have to witness something like this?

If Geneva noticed that Amelia was jilling along with her she gave no indication. Or maybe she did notice and her silence was tacit approval. It didn’t matter; the two women were enjoying themselves. Amelia had come to have fun, but she hadn’t expected to have this much fun.

It was the show that she was enjoying the most. Masturbation was all well and good, but watching Geneva pleasure herself, with both her fingers and her breast pump, was what really fascinated and interested Amelia.

Much to Amelia’s delight, it was Geneva who peaked first. Her orgasm wasn’t quiet. It was bordering on violent which shocked Amelia. She had been with some men where the sex was vigorous bordering on violent, but Geneva’s reaction was almost like an epileptic fit.

It was hot.

When the moment had passed, Geneva opened her eyes and looked at her friend.

“Your turn.”

Amelia knew what she meant and pushed her panties down her knees, spread her legs for easier access, and rubbed herself while she squeezed her eyes shut. The resulting orgasm swept through her and she was relieved she could climax with another woman watching.

The sound of the pump being switched off made her open her eyes.

Somehow through her thrashing about the collection cups had managed to stay adhered to Geneva’s tits through the vacuum pressure. She now detached them with an audible sucking noise. Amelia looked at the collection bottle that was nearly full.

Geneva removed it with a practiced hand.

“What...what do you do with your milk when...when you’re done?” Amelia asked.

Shrugging, as if the answer didn’t matter, Geneva replied, “Sometimes I dump it. Sometimes I share it.” She held the bottle out to Amelia. “Would you like to try it?”

With trembling fingers, Amelia accepted the bottle. The lid wasn’t on. She could feel the warmth of the recently expressed milk through the plastic bottle.

“What does it taste like?” she asked, hesitating.

“Try it and see. It’s very sweet.”

Amelia didn’t ask how she knew that, but simply brought the bottle to her lips and sipped delicately.

It was sweet liquid heaven.

 

 

 

Chapter Two

 

Even though she knew it was a bad idea, Amelia still wore an inappropriate and sexy flowered thong under her scrubs when she went to work on Monday. While she was tempted to simply wear a thin camisole under the scrub top, she thought better of it and went for a more practical bra. She only wished she had enough of a chest to actually show off her tits, which were practically nonexistent.

Before she finished dressing for the day, she made sure her scrub bottoms were appropriately tight. They clearly outlined her firm rump, which was her intention after spending the previous night with needle and thread tailoring the bottoms to accentuate her ass.

Amelia was certain that Grandma Jeannie had never envisioned teaching her how to sew just to show off her assets.

To say that she was nervous about walking into work was an immense understatement. It wasn't because of the thong and tight pants she was wearing.

It was facing Geneva.

While it was fine and all to drink and discuss sex with a friend, she was certain they had gone too far on Friday.

She had loved it, but they had still gone too far.

So why the hell was she dressing like a secret slut?

Her nerves were put to rest when Geneva greeted her in the hallway, stopped her and gave her a quick hug.

“Morning. I want to talk to you later, during lunch or whenever, okay?” Geneva asked her.

“Uh...sure.”

“It’s something you’re going to love,” Geneva promised with a wink and then walked away.

Amelia was distracted—and vaguely aroused—by Geneva’s large breasts pressing up against her chest. She tried not to think about what those tits contained and what Geneva had to be doing during the weekend. Not that the thoughts disgusted her but because they turned her on.

When she walked away from Geneva, she forced herself to keep her eyes forward. She didn’t want to look over her shoulder and see if Geneva was checking out her ass...because she wanted Geneva to check out her ass.

“You’re getting a lot of stares today, Amelia,” Geneva said later as they sat across from each other at the small lunch table. Amelia had to keep reminding herself not to stare down at Geneva’s chest and admire her cleavage.

“Please call me Ami,” she said. When Amelia had started the new job she had introduced herself using her full name because she wanted to be professional. The only people who had ever called her Ami were her family and her too few lovers. “And why do you think people are staring at me?” Her brow furrowed.

“Well then, you can call me Genny, but not in front of all the men who work here. We’re close friends now, right? And the men are staring at you because your scrubs are too tight on your ass. Are you wearing a thong?”

Amelia’s face went bright red, which was intensely obvious because of her pale skin. “Is it obvious?”

“Obvious? No. But anyone who spends more than a few seconds staring at your ass knows what you’re wearing.”

“Shit.”

“Hmm. I would have thought that you did it intentionally,” Geneva mused. “You know thongs aren’t really permitted by our dress code, right?”

“I know. That’s why I wore it.” Amelia smiled at her friend over her water bottle as she sipped from it.

“Who are you looking to hook up with?” Geneva asked quietly, her eyes darting around the half-filled lunch room.

“No one in particular,” she replied. “I’m just...looking.”

“Naughty girl. But look, I’ve got a proposal that might interest you.”

“What?”

“You seemed to enjoy yourself on Friday.”

“Yeah…” Amelia said cautiously and tried not to think about their mutual masturbation session along with drinking Genny’s milk. She carefully avoided thinking about what the milk would taste like if she were to try it right from the source, fresh and warm and sweet.

“Are you looking to get bigger boobs?” Genny asked again, dropping her voice down to the point where she was barely audible.

“Is it obvious?” Ami asked.

“No, but I could tell.”

“I don’t want to get surgery or anything like that. I just want them to grow.”

“I can help you with that.”

Ami knew what her friend meant. There wasn’t a magic solution, but there was a scientific one.

“How?”

“Come to my place after work. We’ll get you started.”

Ami nodded. That was all that was necessary.

As she worked through the afternoon, Ami was distracted. She couldn’t think about anything but her boobs, and yet at the same time, she knew that the guys were staring at her ass.

It was quite the dichotomy.

Randall was the one who approached her first. He was the only one of the men in the lab to have the courage to approach her.

“I know this is awfully forward of me,” he said, grinning a winning smile, “but I have to know if you are open to the idea of dating someone you work with.”

Amelia looked Randall up and down very quickly, as if seeing him for the first time. He was handsome enough, in a nerdy way that was only enhanced by the thick glasses that he wore. It was impossible to size him up under his baggy scrubs, but regardless Amelia tried to imagine what he would look like naked. All she could imagine was that he would be incredibly hairy, based on his stout forearms that were carpeted in thick, curly hair.

She didn’t like hairy men.

“I’m open to it,” was Amelia’s cool reply.

“Well then, how about I take you out for drinks and whatever tonight?” He grinned an impish grin that had probably melted other women’s hearts. It did nothing for her. She didn’t need a childish man trying to make time with her.

“I’m busy tonight,” she said, not lying because it was the truth. Maybe she should have just flat out said no, but she also wanted to keep her options open. “But maybe later on.”

His grin didn’t diminish at all. Maybe Randall was used to rejection. Maybe he hit on every woman he saw that vaguely interested him.

“Sounds good,” he replied. “That’s not a ‘no’ so I’m marking that down as a win.” He winked at her and walked away with more confidence than he had any right to possess.

She wondered if she had made the right decision.

Later, after she got out of work and was walking up to Genny’s apartment door, she wondered what the hell she was doing. Going out on a date with Randall was probably the smarter thing to do but she was drawn to Genny’s place because...well, what Randall was offering, any man could give her.

Genny was offering something that no one else had thought to propose.

Once she was inside she started to have serious second thoughts about her choice to turn down Randall and experiment with breast milk and boob size with Genny.

“No alcohol tonight,” Genny told her when she opened the door. “Just fun drugs!”

“Uh...what?”

Laughing, Genny produced a pill bottle that was either borrowed or stolen from the lab.

“What’s in there?” Ami asked nervously.

“Nothing unsafe. And nothing mind-altering,” her friend promised. “Just some hormones.”

“I don’t think I want to go mucking about with my hormones.”

“They’re designed to induce lactation,” Genny swore and popped open the top, shaking a few out into her hand, and tossing one in her mouth, dry swallowing it. “Ugh. Too big.” She bolted for the kitchen and grabbed a glass, filling it with water before downing the entire glass in one go.

“Holy shit,” Ami breathed.

“I was popular at the fraternity parties in college.”

“I bet. But you’re already lactating, why would you take more?”

Genny shrugged her shoulders. “What’s a little extra milk?” She offered a pair of pills to Ami.

Before taking them out of Genny’s hand, Ami considered, once again, what the hell she was doing. What were the risks? What were the rewards? Why the hell was she even considering this?

And then she grabbed the pills and the glass of water, downing both as quickly as she could so she couldn’t overthink it any further.

“Now onto the important part,” said Genny, grabbing her friend by the hand and all but dragging her to the apartment’s bedroom. There was a jumble of medical devices on the bed and Ami was fairly certain what that meant.

“I don’t need to watch you pump your breasts again,” Ami said quickly. Although she wanted to watch it again because deep down Ami was convinced she was a pervert which was especially bad for a woman, and did as much as she could to cover that up. “One show was good enough.”

“Oh hell no, once is never good enough. But you’re not going to watch me pump. I’m going to watch you pump.”

“What?”

“Breast and nipple stimulation is key to inducing lactation. Without lactating, you’re not going to get bigger boobs.”

“Oh.”

“Come on, Ami! This is just basic biology. Take off your top and bra.” She looked at the younger woman expectantly.

It was one thing to get partially naked when drunk and the other person in the room was already undressed, but it was another thing entirely to do it when completely sober while Genny was dressed.

Still, she wanted it much more than she wanted to admit. The only thing to do was pretend this was a medical procedure and Genny was her nurse.

Nurse.

Turning slightly away from Genny, Ami pulled her scrub top off and tossed it aside. Her bra was plain beige and hid her small tits effectively. There was no reason to unhook it. She just reached up under the chest band and pulled it over her head as well.

Genny looked with some jealousy at the younger woman’s breasts. They were as close to perfect as she could imagine. Yes, they were small, but they stood proudly on her chest, perfect projections forward, capped by little pink nipples that were begging to be sucked.

Somehow Genny controlled herself and managed not to attack her friend to feast upon her dry breasts. Ami noted Genny staring at her boobs and started to bring up her hands to cover herself, but somehow managed to find the courage she needed to let herself be admired.

“I got out my old pump,” said Genny. “You can have it. It’s probably best to use it twice a day, once in the morning and once at night. It’ll hurt a little at first, but you’ll get used to it.”

She offered the small collection cones to Ami who stared blankly for a minute. They were smaller than the pump Genny had used on Friday. That same pump was on the bed right now.

The only thing to do was to accept Genny’s gift—it was polite and Ami was raised to be polite.

Genny offered a quick explanation on the particulars of operating the pump and she encouraged Ami to press the collection cones to her breasts. Ami did so, because it gave her a modicum of modesty.

When the pump was switched on, there was a gentle tugging sensation at her nipples. Genny was watching closely and said, “Looks like we need to up the pressure.”

She adjusted the dial and the gentle tugging went to a firm pressure and then to an insistent desire.

Ami gasped at the pleasure she unexpectedly received.

Genny nodded. “Uh-huh. That’s just right. It’s not painful, but it feels so good, am I right?”

The expression on Ami’s face was one of confusion and delight. She didn’t know how to process what she was feeling. And then the pressure on the pump suddenly released and her nipples contracted back to their normal state.

“Holy shit,” she breathed.

“Isn’t it great?” Genny asked in the tone of a teenager introducing a friend to alcohol or marijuana or sex.

Definitely sex.

Then the pump started up again and Ami gasped. A second later Genny was placing Ami’s hands on the collection cones and going to the bed. Ami could only stand there and watch her little nipples be abused.

The other pump suddenly buzzed to life and she looked over to see Genny on the bed, both collection cups pressed to her large tits, it only took a second for the first streams of milk to fill the cup and start to dribble down to the bottle.

“I’ve never had someone to do this in tandem with,” said Genny. “This will be great.”

Ami nodded, only half hearing what Genny was saying. While she expected to feel the pump on her breasts and nipples, she hadn’t expected to feel it in her pussy. It only took a minute and she realized that she was soaked between the legs. The thin thong she was wearing did almost nothing to hide her desire.

The strange part was that she couldn’t figure out if that was good or bad.

There was little to do or say at that point. Through the clear plastic of the cones, Ami saw her little nipples pleasantly abused. It was fascinating and oddly erotic. She stumbled from where she was standing to sit on the bed next to Genny. That gave her an opportunity to surreptitiously squeeze her thighs on her pussy and stimulate her clit. Not that she needed all that much stimulation; she was close to the edge already.

She could see that Genny was watching her. Genny clearly wasn’t as affected by the breast pump as much as Ami was, but that was to be expected. Ami’s eyes were half-hooded and she couldn’t say anything. She wanted to cum so badly but didn’t think it was appropriate to do.

Which made no sense. It had only been a few days earlier when they had shared orgasms together.

“Go ahead and cum,” Genny encouraged her. “I can see you’re nearly there.”

Ami’s eyes snapped open and she looked at her friend. She needed friction that she wasn’t going to get. Even so, she started rotating her hips on the bed, looking for that blessed friction.

As much as she tried to say something, no words would come out, just a few heavy sighs and some unnatural noises.

When she finally came, she felt it in her entire body. Normally her orgasms were focused on her pussy and clit, but this one she felt not only there, but in her stomach, her thighs, her chest, and like they were little pinpricks, in her nipples.

Her entire body shook and she felt a heat wave pass through her, resulting in sweat suddenly coating her skin. There was no way for her to remain upright and she fell back to the bed.

She didn’t even have enough energy to pull the cones from her small tits. The pump busily kept at its work, sucking on her abused nipples causing little spikes of pain that she didn’t want but didn't want to stop either.

It was Genny who thoughtfully switched off the device and pulled the cones away from Ami’s small breasts. The seal to each was broken with the sound of air rushing into the vacuum. The absence of pressure was a relief, but at the same time she wanted it back.

“You came,” Genny said.

“Uh-huh.”

“You’re very pretty when you cum.”

“Thanks…”

Genny switched off her own pump. The collection bottle she was using was only half full. The last time Ami had watched her, the other woman had easily filled the bottle.

“Do they hurt?” she asked, gesturing at Ami’s breasts.

Ami clutched her tits. They hurt a little, but it was a good sort of pain, like she had just run and won a race and her body was exhausted, but it was worth it. “A little.”

“I can help you with that,” said Genny as she leaned over her friend.

For a second Ami wasn’t sure what was going to happen. She could have stopped Genny, but there didn’t seem any real reason to say no.

Genny’s warm lips and mouth surrounded Ami’s small nipple.

Ami sighed. It was exactly the sort of soothing relief she needed.

She tried not to think about what it meant for another woman to be sucking on her nipples.

Even if it felt incredibly good.

The moan that escaped her lips let Genny know she was doing exactly what Ami needed. Ami couldn’t decide if Genny was trying to have sex with her or if she was just soothing her; it didn’t matter because she was enjoying it and had no intention of telling Genny to stop.

There was only one way this was going to conclude.

Ami couldn’t help herself and slipped a hand down into the bottoms of her scrubs and into her thong. Her pussy was wet. Sopping. The thong was soaked through and she was certain that her scrubs were wet as well.

That wasn’t any reason to stop. She started rubbing her clit in time with Genny’s sucking.

Genny didn’t mind it at all. If she had been asked, she would have encouraged Ami to do exactly that.

Since she was already excited by her previous orgasm, getting to a second climax was easier. After Ami had discovered, back when she was still in high school, that she could give herself multiple orgasms, it had only become easier and easier for her to reach those multiple peaks. Ami knew it wouldn’t take long for her to cum again.

And again if she wanted it.

There was no reason to resist. She masturbated as quickly as she could and when the second peak came while Genny was happily sucking away on her tits, she had to twist away from the other woman and curl up into a little ball while her body processed the overwhelming depth of sensation that flowed over her.

“I bet that felt great,” was Genny’s comment.

“It did,” Ami agreed softly. She was facing away from Genny, ashamed at what had just happened. She didn’t want to do this again—Friday had been an aberration caused by too much lust and too much drink—but she was again doing something kinky with a woman.

“Are you okay?” Genny asked.

“I don’t know.”

“Well...do you need anything?”

Ami rolled back to face her friend. Her first instinct was to kiss the other woman. That was wrong. They didn’t have that sort of relationship.

Did they?

She had to do something because she didn’t know what to say. Ami did what came naturally to her. She reached out and gently caressed Genny’s wonderfully large and soft breasts. At once her nipple contracted and stiffened.

Genny adjusted her position and Ami knew what was going to happen next. She could have stopped because she was the one in charge of the situation, but she didn't want to stop.

It was easy to lower her head and take up Genny’s firm nipple in her mouth.

“Yes,” Genny said softly. “Please.”

That was the permission that Ami needed. They weren’t doing anything wrong.

Right?

It was natural for her to start sucking. Not only was it natural, but she wanted to do it.

All she had to do was suck on Genny’s large, firm nipples once and then twice before her mouth was flooded with the now-familiar sweetness of Genny’s milk. It should have been wrong to taste and drink Genny’s milk—because human breast milk is for babies—but it felt right and natural and perfect. And she wanted it. The milk was delicious.

Genny moaned lightly as Ami settled in to do what she wanted. In its wrongness, the action of nursing from Genny was much more a sexual and kinky act than should have been considered.

Handling Genny’s tits was strange to Ami. Her breasts were so much smaller compared to her partner’s. It was strange but delightful as well. But Ami didn’t want to limit herself to just touching Genny’s tits. She wanted more.