Lover's Milk

 

Chapter One

 

Kirk couldn’t help himself from staring at Jessa’s tits. Or rather, from staring at her cleavage. It wasn’t massive and it wasn’t like she was expressly trying to show it off, but the top button she had fastened on her white silk shirt was a just a little too low to be appropriate business attire. 

Then again, they weren’t meeting for business purposes. The day’s conference had gone well. He had been glad to see Jessa again. They only ever seemed to meet when these conferences were held every other month. They ate lunch together because their breakout sessions were the same. A few in their group decided a drink afterwards was a good idea. 

Kirk and Jessa lasted out the rest of the group. They flirted shamelessly when they were alone in the bar. He didn’t want to get too drunk and do something completely stupid, so he made his move when his head was clear enough to know what he was doing, but not so clear that he lost his courage.

“I’d love to take you out on a real date sometime.” It was a weak opening, but it was all he had.

The gods were smiling down on him. She laughed and tossed her curly blonde hair back. He was certain she dyed it, but that didn’t matter to him. “When would be sometime?” she asked, leaning in and giving him another view of her cleavage. He was certain she was wearing a pink bra under the white shirt. That was a bold move.

“Tomorrow?” he asked. The conference was Thursday. Friday was date night.

“Why not tonight?” she asked, her eyes sparkling.

“Uh...are we on a date right now?”

“I don’t think so, but do you know what I consider a date?”

He shook his head and nervously finished the contents of the glass on the table in front of him.

“It’s only a date when I wind up in bed.”

Kirk swallowed hard, but his mouth was dry. “My place isn’t too far from here.”

“Well, maybe this could be a date,” she offered.

 

He wished his place wasn’t such a mess. Jessa didn’t comment on his housekeeping abilities. In the short drive over to his apartment, her following him, she hadn’t seemed to lose any of her lust. They were barely through the apartment door when she was pressing up against him and they were kissing.

It was unlikely she noticed any part of his messy apartment. 

Her mouth was hot when she kissed him. Her tits were soft against his chest. She moaned a little as his hands moved down from her waist to the top of her ass. He pressed his leg between her thighs and she moaned louder.

“Bedroom?” he asked between kisses.

She nodded emphatically and kissed the side of his neck. She could feel the outline of his cock pressing against her body. Her need for it was greater than she could articulate, but she had another need as well. He’d find that out soon enough. 

Summoning up all his willpower, he pushed her back, grabbed her hand, and led her down the short hallway to the bedroom. Once there it had been his intention to start undressing her, but Jessa was much more aggressive than he was. Her hands were quick and she pulled up his shirt, exposing his chest. 

Jessa was pleasantly surprised. Kirk, while charming and more than just a little bit good-looking, seemed skinny under his clothes. With his shirt pulled up she saw that while he wasn’t by any means burly and still bordered on skinny, his body was incredibly well-defined. Maybe two percent body fat was her quick and probably overly hopeful assessment. Still, his muscles were incredibly hard and she couldn’t resist kissing his collar bone. He was a head taller than her, so that kiss was easy.

Her next kiss to his nipple was just as easy. She barely had to duck her head.

The kiss surprised him. It wasn’t just a kiss, but a suck. He’d sucked the tits of a lot of women, but it had never really been done to him. He found it more enjoyable than he ever would have guessed. It sent a shock to his cock and made it harder, as if that were possible. He gasped loud enough to make Jessa look up at him.

“Did you like that?”

“Yeah...never had a woman suck on my nipple before.”

“What about both nipples?” she asked, switching from his left side to the right. 

If anything his right nipple proved to be more sensitive than his left. He had to push her away again and desperately finished pulling off his shirt. As he tossed it aside, Jessa went down on his knees in front of him and started pulling at his belt. He was wearing jeans instead of more formal business wear, but it had been a conference day. If Jessa hadn’t had a presentation in the morning, she would have been as casual as him. 

“You don’t have to do that.” he told her as she continued to open up his pants. He was thinking about his last girlfriend who stated on many occasions how she didn’t like to give blowjobs. He couldn’t remember Heidi ever putting his cock in her mouth. 

She grinned up at him, her lipstick a little smudged now. Somehow that made her all the more attractive. “I want to do this,” she said as she fished out his cock. 

In the moment if she had been asked if she was disappointed with his cock, she would have been lying if she said it was perfect. His length and firmness weren’t the issue. If anything, he was longer than most men she had been with. The problem lay in his girth; it was less than she was used to. But that was part of the adventure. Variety was what made sex with a new partner more exciting. 

Proving to herself, and to him, that she was happy with what she had found, she licked the length of his cock from his sack all the way up to the tip where she surrounded the head with her lips and sucked the precum that was oozing out.

Once again Kirk shivered. It was like her mouth could control every part of him. He had to push her back.

“What’s the matter?” she frowned up at him.

“I don’t want to cum too soon.”

Her frown turned into a grin. “When was the last time you got laid?” she asked him as her hand wrapped around his slim shaft. She didn’t start jerking him off, but she did move her hand up and down his length.

“It’s been a while,” he sighed, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back. “My girlfriend dumped me a couple of months ago.”

Jessa nodded in sympathy and then took his cock head into her mouth again. She didn’t suck him off, but just teased him a little. 

“When did you last cum?” she asked, smacking her lips as she released him from her mouth.

He groaned. There was no reason to lie. “This morning.”

She was a bit surprised. “This morning?”

He opened his eyes and looked down at her. “Uh-huh. I jerked off.”

Her grin was amused. “I’m sure you won’t cum too soon,” she said as she teased him some more with her hand, not really trying to make him cum, but keeping him hard by playing with him.

The motion of her hand caught his eye. More than that, the ring on her finger caught his attention.

Grabbing her wrist to stop her from jerking him off, he asked, “Are you married?” He pulled her hand up closer to where he could inspect it. She wore a gold wedding band and a matching engagement ring with a diamond that wasn’t huge, but was large enough that he should have seen it earlier.

“Yes,” she admitted with a casual shrug, pulling her hand back from his. “Is that a problem?”

“You’re married!” he burst out. 

“So?” she said standing up. “Are you?”

“No.”

“So what does it matter? You aren’t doing anything wrong.”

“You should leave,” he said. His jeans were around his ankles and he made to pull them up, but paused when she abruptly opened up her shirt and exposed herself.

The pink bra she was wearing looked to be of an industrial design. Her shirt had hidden the full wealth of her tits from view, even with the plunging neckline. It wasn’t sheer, but he found himself wishing it had been. 

He swallowed and tried to imagine what her tits would look like with the bra off. They were practically spilling out of the garment as it was.

He wanted to tell her to leave but then she kicked off her shoes, unfastened the button and zipper to her pants, and pulled them down. 

They fell easily over her hips. Kirk didn’t know her all that well, but Jessa seemed a well-organized woman. Was it just chance that she was wearing pink panties that matched her bra or was she the sort of woman who planned ahead and always matched her bra and panties?

“Like what you see?” she asked.

Kirk didn’t want to, but he automatically nodded his head. He did like what he saw.

“Want me to take off my bra?”

He nodded again, ashamed of himself.

“What about my panties?”

“Y-y-yes...those too.”

“Do you want to fuck me?”

He swallowed and nodded. 

“So what’s the problem?” Jessa lifted her left hand and fiddled with the shoulder strap to her bra. It wasn’t an effort to take it off. It was to show off her wedding rings.

“You’re married,” he pointed out unnecessarily.

“That’s my problem, not yours. And your cock is telling me it’s not a problem.”

She was speaking the truth. His cock was pulsing up and down in time with his heartbeat, so it was almost vibrating. 

“It’s a bad idea…”

“Do you think this is the first time I’ve cheated on my husband?”

That was a question he wasn’t ready for. “I don’t know…”

“Maybe we have an open marriage,” she suggested to him.

“Do you?”

“Would you like me to call him and find out?”

Kirk considered that. He knew that some couples had such arrangements because...for reasons he couldn’t think of at the moment. The real question was whether or not he wanted to find out.

“I’m not sure I want to do that.”

“I’ve got a secret,” she said.

“I bet you do,” he breathed. Keeping her at arm’s length was almost impossible. Just her standing there in her underwear was wearing him down slowly and steadily. 

“Well, it’s not really a secret because a few people know.”

“Do they know that you cheat on your husband?”

Kirk wasn’t sure why he was arguing with her on this point. If he hadn’t realized she was married—and that was something he should have realized ages ago—he would have been balls deep in her pussy. Was it that he had morals or was it something else?

She smirked at him. “I’ll just let you guess at that.” Jessa then reached behind her back and unhooked her bra.

Despite everything else, Kirk still gasped...and she hadn’t revealed anything yet. She wasn’t incredibly beautiful; she was attractive enough with her curly blonde hair and fair skin. Maybe the lipstick she favored was a little too bright red and her brown eyes were rather plain, but she had a pleasant body with big tits and was more than willing to fuck him.

He didn’t consider himself an amazing example of masculinity, but he knew he was in near-perfect physical condition—the result of too much lonely time in the gym and hours of biking—and he’d never gotten a complaint about his long cock. They were well matched in their physical appearance. 

Just as she was about to drop her bra, she pushed her upper arms together, temporarily enhancing her cleavage, making her tits appear bigger, and then she let the bra slip free.

Her tits were perfect.

And in the dim light of his bedroom, he could see a few tiny pearls on her nipples.

For just a moment he thought that maybe she had some unusual body modification. Instead of rings through her nipples she had implanted jewelry. But that wasn’t it because as she moved her body ever so slightly the pearls on both nipples coalesced together and ran down the bottoms of her breasts.

It was milk.

She was lactating.

Unconsciously Kirk licked his lips.

She pressed her arms together again. This time he saw the pearls form...and then they suddenly burst forth in a set of misdirected streams that filled the air between them. 

The milk only reached halfway to Kirk. His first thought was her milk was going to make a mess of his carpet. Then again, he had dripped who knew how much cum onto the same carpet. His third thought was what her milk tasted like.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“About what?” His brain wasn’t working, not fully. He was too mesmerized by her tits. 

“My breasts. My boobs. My tits. Duh. My milk.” She squeezed out a little more milk. Less came out this time, but it was no less mesmerizing to Kirk. 

“They’re amazing,” he breathed. 

“And the milk?” she prompted him.

“I’ve...I’ve never seen that before.”

She picked up one breast in her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. It wasn’t enough to make the milk come squirting out, but a few droplets appeared on the nipple and started running down her skin. Before it got too far, she wiped up the droplet and then stuck her finger in her mouth, tasting the milk. “It’s sweet,” she told him. “Very sweet. Would you like to try some?”

Too many thoughts ran through his head. “Y-y-yes,” he stammered out. 

Not once in his life had it occurred to him that he would be offered a woman’s breast milk. Didn’t women only have milk when they were pregnant? Why would she offer it to him? Did she have a baby at home? That made it worse than being married. Was she currently pregnant? That would mean he wouldn’t have to worry about her getting pregnant by him. She didn’t look pregnant. Her belly was flat enough, but that wasn’t necessarily a sign of anything. What was wrong with him and why was he having these thoughts?

She squeezed her breast again and forced out some more milk. He was fascinated by the process of getting the milk out. There seemed to be more this time and she quickly caught it before it rolled too far. 

When she held her finger out to him, he could see the moisture on her skin. It was too much to resist. 

Kirk leaned forward and took her finger into his mouth.

She hadn’t been lying. The milk was incredibly sweet. It was more like fruit juice than milk. The sweetness was incredible. It caused a feeling in him that could only be sated by one thing.

“More?” he asked.

She cupped both her breasts with her hands. The thought that ran through his head was they were more than a handful. Much more. He wondered how much of her tits was milk and how much was flesh. It didn’t matter. Not really. Looking closer he could see the faintest evidence of stretch marks on her tits, signs that they had grown rapidly at one point. That didn’t detract from his attraction to her at all.

“More?” she replied to him. “I have plenty more right here.”

He looked down at her tits. The way she was cupping them he could just see the top edges of her areolas and nipples. He wanted to taste her milk directly from the source. He wanted it so much that he couldn’t stop himself from leaning forward. She hadn’t even given him permission. 

He had completely forgotten that she was married. Maybe that was the best part of her lactating. It almost instantly erased his guilt.

Just as he was leaning in, she moved her hands, covering her sweet, pink nipples and moved a half step back. 

“What?” he asked, thoroughly confused now.

“On the bed,” she told him with a nod of her head. The bed was unmade, but it was clean. He had recently changed the sheets and hadn’t had a female guest in them at all, sadly enough. 

“Why?” 

She laughed at him. “Because it’s easier that way.”

Without removing her hands from her breasts she went to the bed. He stared at her as she walked away. The view was enticing. Her panties weren’t quite a thong, but they were damn close. The bottoms of her ass cheeks were exposed and if it was possible his cock would have gotten harder. 

Moving smoothly she seated herself on the bed and then lay down on her side, still hiding her tits, until she was in position. Jessa used one of his pillows to prop up her body and exposed her tits. They were now ready for the sucking. 

She patted the bed in front of her. “I can assure you, nothing gets me hotter and wetter than having my tits sucked. What are you waiting for?”

What was he waiting for? Kirk couldn’t think of a logical answer to that question. He moved to his bed and joined her. After all, it was his bed and she invited him.

There wasn’t a kiss. She pushed his head right down to her breast. He did exactly what she wanted. His lips found her nipple and he drew it into his mouth. She had a unique smell but he couldn't’ tell if that was her perfume or her natural scent or her milk.

It didn’t matter. 

The moment her nipple touched his tongue and he could taste her sweetness. It only took a couple draws of his mouth and it was flooded with her.

She moaned.

He swallowed the milk.

Her body shifted and she opened up her legs a bit, drawing him in closer.

His cock went between her legs and was trapped between her thighs and her panties. He could feel the wetness seeping out of her pussy. His cock curved perfectly along her panty-protected pussy. But he wasn’t focused on her pussy; his entire world was her tits.

Kirk had sucked enough nipples in his life to know that every woman liked it slightly differently. In his haste he had drawn her nipple into his mouth with an uncontrolled enthusiasm that should have hurt her.

It didn’t

Or at least she didn’t complain.

He sucked again and tasted her milk and swallowed it.

“More,” she told him softly, sweeping her hair back and settling against his body. She curled her hand around the back of his head and held him exactly how she wanted.

He sucked again. She moaned. He swallowed. It was delicious. She made a pleasure noise in the back of her throat and all his inhibitions about what she wanted from him melted away.

Whatever she wanted she was going to get.

Kirk continued to suck at her tits. The milk seemed never ending. He fell into a pattern of suck and suck and swallow and repeat and breathe and then switch breasts. The fact that whichever breast he wasn’t nursing from constantly leaked milk was a source of anxiety for him, but she wasn’t bothered by it, or so it seemed, so he said nothing and just continued on.

He carefully monitored her reactions to everything that he did. He moved his hands around on her hip, her side, her shoulder, and her breasts. Jessa didn’t shy away from his touch at all. If anything, she seemed to enjoy it.

She didn’t even mind when he grabbed her ass and pushed his cock deeper between her thighs, looking for some friction. There wasn’t enough there, but by this point her breathing had increased sharply and she was practically panting.

Kirk knew the common signs of a woman approaching orgasm. He glanced up at her face and saw her tightly shut eyes and a look of intense concentration.

She was almost there.

He hadn’t even touched her pussy.

Taking a chance, he shifted to sucking her lower breast and lightly pinched her upper nipple. There was a mild grunt of surprise and then she moaned deeply in her throat. He kept sucking and pinching. She loved it even if she didn’t say the words.

They were both rewarded a moment later when she came. He felt her pussy suddenly get very hot and wet enough to soak her panties. Her body practically vibrated like a bass string. While she didn’t scream out like a bad porn actress, she made a deep moan that she tried to stifle and failed miserably on that account. She clutched him tightly to her breast.

He didn’t stop sucking all through her orgasm. Maybe it was more pleasurable for her that way or maybe it was punishment. He didn’t care which. She was beautiful when she came.

Only after it was obvious to him that she was done did he stop suckling from her. It was with some regret that he disengaged from her tits.

When he saw how red he had made them, and the little bruises his teeth had caused, he was shocked and apologetic. 

Jessa laughed at him. “I get that all the time. It’ll fade quickly. My nipples are tough.”

He didn’t know if that was a compliment or not, but decided to just let it go.

What he couldn’t let go was his hard and pulsing cock. It was still caught between her thighs and he could feel the wetness of her pussy. 

Or he thought he could.

“I’m glad I didn’t hurt you,” he said politely and kissed the tops of her breasts. He then boldly lifted his face up to her and kissed her on the lips. She kissed back but didn’t pursue more with him. His lust hadn’t abated at all and he hoped that she wasn’t the sort who came once and was done. He had been with a couple of women like that, but they weren’t into the sex as much as he was. “Do you want to keep going?” he asked hopefully.

“You want to fuck me, don’t you?” 

“Yeah…”

“Well, I did make a promise. But you seemed like you were going to back out earlier when you figured out I was married.” Once more she flashed her ring, this time right in his face.

He was ashamed at himself for wanting to fuck her, but after seeing her cum and having his cock trapped he wasn’t going to start questioning her morals again. He just wanted to get off and it was her problem to deal with from there. 

Kirk nodded. “Well, we’ve gone this far—”

“Take off my panties,” she ordered.

“Okay,” he agreed and reached for the waistband.

She slapped his hands away. “With your teeth,” she added.

That wasn’t all that unusual of a request. It took a little effort on his part, but it wasn’t that difficult to grab the thin waistband of her panties and work them off her hips and over her ass. She helped by moving her body around, freeing up the material so it wasn’t caught between her and the bed. 

A minute later he sat up between her spread legs with her panties between his teeth. He knew he must have looked quite a sight because of the way he was holding her panties and the way his cock stood up from his crotch. 

She laughed at him again, snatched the scrap of material from his mouth, and tossed them aside. Her hand went down to his cock but then went lower and she fondled his balls. That wasn’t exactly his favorite activity, but he didn’t mind it. He had wished that he had thinned out his pubes a bit. He wasn’t especially hairy but his last girlfriend had told him that only gay guys manscaped. That was just another reason for him to end it with her. He liked the way his cock looked with bare balls; it made his cock look bigger when his pubes were neatly trimmed. 

“Do you want my pussy?” she asked. It was obvious that he wasn’t going to tell Jessa no to anything for the next few minutes. He might not ever tell her no. 

He nodded enthusiastically. “Yes.”

“Want to go down on me? You’re good with your mouth.”

Once again he nodded eagerly and lowered his face between her legs. She hadn’t really asked him at all. 

He wasn’t the least bit surprised to find that her pussy was completely shaved. It was so smooth that she had either shaved it this morning or, more likely, she had it waxed. He supposed it was a nice attention to detail considering that her dark eyebrows made it obvious she wasn’t a natural blonde. 

Going down on Jessa wasn’t really necessary. She had been worked up and was wetter than an overflowing swimming pool. She had cum once already. Jessa just wanted him to go down on her to prove that she had control over him. She was right; she was in complete control of the situation.

Still, he plunged his tongue into her, getting her taste all over his tongue. It temporarily wiped away the sweetness of her milk with the tanginess of her pussy, but it was an easy trade. Yet that wasn't what she wanted. He moved up and found her clit, which was surprisingly small. He had figured such a randy woman would have a huge clit, but that was just a cliché that held no truth. 

When he sucked it into his mouth she gasped and started to push him away. He tightened his grip on her thighs and held her in position. She wasn’t hitting him or telling him to stop. He wouldn’t stop until she came or insisted that he cease. His cock was still pulsing and it desired to be plunged into her needy pussy, but he wanted to make her cum a second time before he put it inside her. 

He wanted to hear her beg for it. 

He doubted he was going to get that, but he still wanted it.

She cried out with a sound that was more pain than pleasure. 

Looking up from between her legs he saw that her tits were soaking wet with her leaking milk. He met her gaze. The look on her face screamed that she wanted more.

But not more of this. 

She wanted his cock. 

“Give it to me,” she begged.

If Kirk had been in the right frame of mind he would have gone to the drawer next to his bed and gotten out the box of condoms. He was stupid and drunk with lust. He just crawled up Jessa’s body. She grabbed his cock and guided it into her pussy. There was no resistance going in. He sank his slim cock all the way to the hilt.

It didn’t exactly fill her up the way she liked, but it was satisfying to have a new lover inside her once more. Kirk didn’t waste any time and got to fucking right away. There was a raw need that he had to fulfill or he knew he would explode. 

The way he fucked her wasn’t exactly subtle, but it got the job done. Neither of them were looking for fine technique or loving caresses. They were looking for raw, pure sexual energy and he gave it to her.

It was the best way to fuck a new lover. That’s what Jessa told anyone when the subject came up.

Sadly the subject had never come up in casual conversation.

The unfortunate thing was that he was unable to make it last as long as he wanted. As with every lover, he wanted to fuck her forever, but after all the build up with Jessa, he knew their rutting wasn’t going to last more than a minute.

He was pleased when he reached that mark. Deciding it was good enough, he let go and exploded inside of her, exactly as it was supposed to be. 

“Sorry,” he apologized when the moment of crisis was over.

“Whatever for?”

“I should have lasted longer.”

“Like I have all night to fuck you.” She chuckled. “This was good.”

“It was good,” he agreed. Taking a breath and heaved himself off her body. He had been worried about collapsing on top of her and crushing her tits, but Jessa hadn’t complained at all. He took that as a good sign. Lying next to her he was certain that her tits were smaller than when they had started. It was impossible to tell for sure because she was lying down.

Even so, her tits looked amazing.

“Bathroom?” she asked.

“Out the door and to the right.”

She rolled off the bed. He stared at her ass as she walked out of his bedroom. It wasn’t an incredible ass, but it was nicely proportioned and generous in size.

He lay on the bed and contemplated what he had just done.

Sometimes he hated post orgasmic clarity.

He had just fucked a married woman.

He had just fucked a lactating woman.

He had just fucked a woman without using a condom.

He had just fucked a woman he barely knew.

He had just fucked a woman he couldn’t have a relationship with and he’d have to face again.

Those were all poor choices.

He regretted them all.

He also knew that he’d make the same decisions again.

Before he could start wallowing in self-loathing and depression, Jessa reappeared in his bedroom. She walked in tits first. 

Even drained they were spectacular. 

The first thing she did was pick up her small panties from the floor where she had flung them and put them on. The second thing she did was pick up her bra. Jessa noticed his expression suddenly fell. 

“What’s the matter?”

“You’re going to put on your bra, aren’t you?”

She smiled sadly at him. “I do have to go home.” Once more she flashed her ring at him. “I’m married, remember? My husband is waiting for me.”

Other than the words But we’re related nothing had a stronger effect on shrinking his cock. 

“Right. How could I forget?” His tone was sour.

She ignored him for a moment, hunting on the floor for her clothes. She didn’t put her bra back on right away which gave him a nice view of her bobbling tits as she moved around.

“Have you seen my pads?” she abruptly asked, straightening up from where she had been hunched over.

“Pads?” Kirk was confused. He was positive she wasn’t on her period and she had said pads, not pad. 

“My breast pads?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Round pads, white, about this big,” she gestured with her thumb and forefinger. 

Not wanting to sound like an idiot he shrugged and started hunting with her. It took him a couple of moments, but eventually he found what she had been describing. It had gotten mixed up in the sheets. The other one was found a second later.

“Thanks,” she said, taking them from him. She slung the bra around her body and got it into place, once again hiding her tits away. This disappointed Kirk. And then she slipped the pads inside the cups of her bra. This intrigued Kirk. 

“Oh,” he said, understanding. “For when your breasts leak.”

“Smart man.” She continued dressing. Kirk made no motion to get dressed. He wanted to fuck her again, but knew he wouldn’t have time to get hard again before she was gone. His only hope was to remain unclothed with the belief that would entice her back into his bed.

“Thank you.”

He leaned against the doorjamb as she finished dressing and slipped on her shoes. With her rather plain business casual clothing she looked just like any other woman coming home from work. There was no way to tell she was a freak.

She walked up to him and went up on her toes to give him a kiss. Not knowing what else to do, he kissed back, but it could have been a kiss from a sibling or cousin. 

Until she reached down and fondled his cock. “Can’t wait to have this again,” she said as she pushed by him.

“Wait? What?” he said, hurrying after her. 

She paused at the door to his apartment.