Jacki's Milk

Chapter One

 

When she brought the towels into the laundry room, Jacki saw Kara’s bra’s drying on a rack. Jacki’s new friend did the same thing she did with her bras; they were too expensive to risk washing and drying in the machines. Hand wash and hang dry was the only way to go.

Of course, Jacki’s bras were either ordinary or sort-of sexy. The one’s Kara had hanging up were nursing bras.

Kara’s youngest was ten years old, just like Jacki’s.

Okay, while Kara was rather well-endowed she certainly didn’t need to be wearing the extra-supportive nursing bras. Though it did explain a lot about why she tended to wear blouses that covered up everything, even as it was obvious she had huge tits.

She came back from the laundry room thinking about what she had seen. The kids were finishing up whatever it was they had done for their science project. Since it was in Kara’s house she was happy to help because it didn’t involve her having to clean up a giant mess. Of the four kids in the group, the other two had already been picked up by their parents, only Kara’s and Jacki’s remained. Kara’s older son was hiding upstairs.

While she was sure she was acting like a creepy teenage boy, Jacki couldn’t help but keep stealing glances at Kara’s chest as they continued to pick up. More than once Jacki found herself outright staring at Kara’s tits.

They were impressive, but why was she wearing nursing bras?

Eventually everything settled down, their two kids went to the living room to play video games and Kara sat down with Jacki at the kitchen table. Jacki hadn’t realized how incredibly difficult it would be to make new friends when she had moved hours away from home after her divorce, but then discovered the parents she met through her son’s school was a great source of new people.

Kara had quickly become her best friend.

And now she knew a secret about Kara that was churning at her gut.

She had to ask.

Jacki wished that Kara had offered some wine. It was always easier to pass off stupid questions as the alcohol talking.

“Why are you still wearing nursing bras?” she suddenly burst out, changing the conversation from logistics of moving the science project off the kitchen table and into the back of Kara’s family van.

Kara was slightly taken aback by the question, mostly because it came from nowhere. “What?”

“I saw your bras drying in the laundry room,” Jacki quickly explained. “It just got me wondering.”

“Oh. Well, they’re comfortable and I still use them,” she said off-handedly. “Didn’t you breast feed your son? I always found my nursing bras very comfortable.”

“Yes, but…the flaps and everything. They were comfy, but not at all sexy.”

There was a moment of resistance, but Kara couldn’t help herself, or maybe she wanted to spill her secret. “Sometimes it’s sexy to certain people,” she said, trying to maintain an air of mystery but Jacki was just confused.

“How could that be sexy…?”

Kara’s face went from mysterious to a broad smile. “Well…my husband.”

“He’s into industrial strength lingerie?”

“No. He’s into…um…big boobs.”

Jacki scoffed. “Aren’t most men?” she asked, looking down at her rather small chest with a rueful expression.

“Some are. Some aren’t.”

“You don’t have to worry about me stealing your husband,” Jacki joked, pushing her chest forward to emphasize her shape and intentionally showing how small her tits were.

“Okay, well, with Will, it isn’t so much the size as the contents,” Kara said, half screaming on the inside that she shouldn’t be saying anything, but half wishing that she was saying more. Secrets were hard for her to keep.

“Contents?” Jacki was lost.

Sucking in a deep breath, Kara braced herself and confessed. “I’m still lactating from when Bobby was breastfeeding.”

Slowly everything clicked into place for Jacki. “And…Will…your husband…he’s into that.”

Now it was Kara’s turn to push her chest forward and show off her impressive mammaries. “Yes. Isn’t it obvious?”

Jacki laughed nervously. “Well, liking them big is one thing, what you’re saying is another.” Her face was flushed and her knees were trembling; she was glad she was sitting down.

Her nervousness seemed to spread to Kara. “I mean…who doesn’t have a little kink they indulge in, right?”

“Right,” Jacki agreed. But she couldn’t let it rest. That was too risky. “But I’ve never heard of yours before. I mean…your husband likes breast milk?” She tried not to sound too judgmental so she followed it with a compliment. “I mean, that must take a lot of dedication. When did Bobby stop breastfeeding?”

“Basically at a year old.”

Jacki was impressed. “And you’ve kept this going for…nine years!?” She let out an exclamatory whoop. “Wow!”

Kara nodded along in agreement. “Well, if it’s something a man loves…”

“He’ll do whatever it takes to make it work,” Jacki finished. “Still, that’s an amazing amount of dedication on your part.”

“I suppose…” Kara said modestly and nervously. This was a kink she had only ever discussed with her husband and anonymously on the internet. It was an intimate secret to be sharing with someone she had known only a few months.

“It seemed like it took forever for my milk to come in,” Jacki went on. “And when it did, it was in consistent for a long time. And then when Jay weaned himself—too early for me—I went through a tremendous amount of pain. Full hard tits hurt!”

“That’s sort of how Will and I stumbled into it. My boobs were hurting so he helped me out with a little…oral relief. He didn’t mind the taste. We both got used to him draining me every night…and here we are.”

“I feel like you’re skipping over a lot of details.”

Before Kara could answer, the kids came back to the kitchen, ending the conversation.

 

It was late when Jacki got home with Jay. Her boyfriend Alex wasn’t going to be visiting her tonight, which was fine because she was exhausted.

Exhausted but horny.

After getting Jay to bed she was glad for some alone time. Instead of wasting it watching television, she made the most of the opportunity.

She hadn’t stopped thinking about her conversation with Kara and she fully intended to continue it, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the milk that was inside Kara’s tits. Maybe she was just jealous.

Taking off her shirt and small bra, she proceeded to examine her breasts. She hovered between cup sizes, either a too small A or a not enough B. Staring at herself in the mirror she couldn’t help but think she was acting like a teenaged girl who wished her boobs would grow bigger and faster.

There were advantages to having small tits, but that didn’t make her not be jealous. Being in her mid-thirties was bad enough, but she could see the faded stretch marks on her tits. They weren’t obvious, but they were there from when Jay had nursed from her.

Still, her nipples were nicely-sized and capper by silver-dollar sized areolas. Cute was the best way to describe her look, especially with her short hair and slim hips. Her hands came up to her nipples, to lightly pull and tease them. It felt good. Really good.

She didn’t want think about what was half-hidden in her bedside drawer, but she couldn’t stop thinking about it. What she wanted to think about was her tits and making them grow.

She wanted to make Kara’s husband jealous. She wanted to tempt Will, a man she had never met, away from his wife. Apparently the only way to do that was to suddenly start lactating.

Her fingers had been busy with her nipples and boobs. It took a good amount of pressure to cause her pain. They might be small nipples, but they were tough. They had to be the way her son had so aggressively nursed on her a decade ago.

It had turned her on, but not enough.

With a sigh Jacki let go of her nipples to unbutton her jeans and strip herself naked. The mirror she had been gazing into only went to her waist, but it was low enough to show the top edge of the little strip of black hair that hid her pussy lips from easy view. Turning away from the mirror she went to the bedside drawer and pulled it open. Hidden deep inside it were her two favorite toys, the ones she couldn’t let anyone know about, not even Alex. She silently said thanks to the good people at Amazon who allowed her to have some anonymity and set aside the vibrator.

The dildo was what interested her at the moment. It was larger than any man she had ever fucked; that’s why she liked it. She couldn’t let Alex know about it because he’d be upset and jealous. Going to her small, private bathroom, she firmly placed the dildo with its suction cup base onto the tiled floor. It stood up stronger than most men’s erections.

Double checking that the bedroom door was locked, she then locked herself into the bathroom, placed her feet on either side of the disembodied dildo, and lowered herself onto it.

The only way she could maintain her balance was to steady herself with one hand on the edge of the bathtub. She was still fit enough to pump her thighs, lifting herself up and down on the lovely phallus. Just playing with her nipples had gotten her wet enough to let the silicon shaft easily slide into her pussy. That was one thing about her body that Jacki loved; just a bit of nipple play had her ready for almost anything in the bedroom.

She couldn’t stop thinking about Kara’s tits while she masturbated in a fashion that was clearly nontraditional, but it always worked for her. Maybe some women liked just pressing a vibrator to their clits, and that would work for Jacki as well, but she preferred to get herself off with as little mechanical assistance as possible.

It didn’t take too much effort to make herself orgasm tonight. She had barely ridden the fake cock for two minutes before her body pleasantly quivered with the release of pent up energy and need. She rested a moment, the cock all the way inside her pussy, her bottom just barely resting on the cool tiles, before she lifted herself off and leaned against the wall for a minute to recover.

It wasn’t enough. Jacki could tell that right away. She wasn’t sure if it was a curse or a blessing to have such a powerful sex drive.

Maybe it was because she was distracted when she was getting herself off, but since she didn’t want to use the vibrator that always left her pussy tingling and slightly sore, she had another idea. It was crazy, but it was a good night to explore crazy.

Walking naked from the bathroom after disengaging the dildo from the floor and giving it a quick rinse in the sink before tossing it on the bed, she opened her closet and began hunting. Jacki had a good idea where her little treasure was.

The case was in a plastic tote. She held her breath when she took it out because she wasn’t certain if it would still work. It didn’t need to be sterile clean, not for what she wanted to do, but it needed to work.

The little hand pump had always been a bit of an annoyance when she had to use it to express her milk while at work. It had lasted only a couple of months before she had given up.

But she hadn’t forgotten how it felt.

There was a little thrill of pain, but there was a lot of pleasure associated with the tiny action of squeezing the handle and feeling all that pressure and suction on her nipple. She felt it all the way to the core of her being.

Kneeling on the bed, naked, with a small manual breast pump pressed to her right nipple, Jacki should have felt a little bit foolish. She didn’t. She was incredibly turned on.

With each squeeze of the handle she felt her nipple drawn forward by the suction. There was just a bit of pinching, but that was good. It was almost as good as having a partner sucking on her nipple while pinching the other. She wasn’t coordinated enough to pinch one nipple and pump the other, so she let herself be satisfied by the pumping alone.

Jacki knew it was going to be enough. She couldn’t get the vision of Kara’s milk-filled tits out of her head. She wanted to see Kara spray her milk from her nipples. In her mind she was filling in the intimate details she had no way of knowing. Even as she dreamed this, she was wishing her tits will swell up, full of milk, so that she could offer her milk to Alex. To Will. To Kara. Especially to Kara.

When she came, it was a giant relief. A giant wave of shame washed over Jacki as she realized what she had been doing to herself. Her right breast hurt and she wasn’t making any milk and she had masturbated to dirty visions of her friend.

And she knew she wasn’t going to stop.

 

 

Chapter Two

 

“I can’t leave it alone,” Jacki said. She was being literal in this case. While she was talking on the phone to Kara, she had her hand inside her shirt—no bra on, of course—and was gently tweaking her nipple. To have this conversation she’d either need alcohol or inhibition-reducing lust. She opted for lust. “You can’t just drop on me that kink you and Will have and not tell me more!” Her intent was for her words to come out with curiosity; instead it sounded like prying.

There was a pause which made Jacki’s stomach sink to her knees, but then Kara finally said, “Well, what more do you want to know?”

Her friend wasn’t above discussing her kink. That was good. Jacki needed an in and she was willing to take anything that Kara tossed her way.

Before Jacki could ask her questions, Kara spoke again. “I mean, it’s not like it’s that strange.”

“You’ve been lactating for a decade!” Jacki exploded and gave her nipple a little twist to get herself back under control. “That’s a little strange.”

“Lots of women do it.”

“Women with ten kids!”

Kara laughed. “I’m not that woman. I mean, lots of women do it for their husbands who are into it.”

“Yeah, okay. But…what do you get out of it?”

“Me?” Kara practically purred the word. “I get off on his getting off.”

“Oh.”

Kara laughed over the phone at her friend. “What did you think I got out of it?”

“Umm…just that, I guess.” She laughed nervously and didn’t know how to proceed.

“Why the interest?” asked Kara, making the conversation less about sex and more about Jacki, which she didn’t like.

“Well, you know. It’s a weird…that is…it’s not a mainstream kink, not like bondage or leather or something like that. You can find people who are into that no trouble, right? But people who are into milk—”

“Lactation,” Kara corrected her. “The cool kids call it ANR.”

“ANR?”

“Adult nursing relationship.”

“Oh. Makes sense. No one wants to say ‘adult nursing relationship’ plus you have the cool initialism, like BDSM.”

“Uh-huh.” Kara wasn’t terribly interested in Jacki’s assessment of her private sex life. “Is this something you’re interested in?”

“Well yeah,” Jacki laughed nervously. “Why else would I be asking questions about it?”

“I mean, are you interested in it?”

Although she had tried to deflect Kara’s initial question, Jacki knew exactly what her friend meant. Her stomach was tight, but her nipples were hard and she could feel her pussy start to dampen her panties. The lust was making her not think straight.

“Yes,” she gulped, “but it’s impossible, right. I mean you’ve been doing it for ten years and I haven’t.” She was admitting it without admitting it. She wanted to feel the sensation of milk filling up her tits and flowing out. It had felt so wonderfully incredible years ago and she wanted that again.

She wanted to share it with a lover. It didn’t matter who, Just a lover who wanted what she wanted, but she couldn’t tell Kara that.

“You want to lactate?” Kara asked, cutting to the heart of the matter.

“Yes,” she admitted in a tiny, soft voice. “But that can’t happen.”

“Of course it can.”

 

Jacki regarded the device that Kara offered her. It was a very high end, very expensive electric breast pump. She had seen them when she was nursing her son, but never had the money to invest one. Her little hand pump could only be used on one breast at a time; this one had two soft silicone funnel-like cups and was designed to pump both breasts at the same time.

“It’s really nice. What am I supposed to do with it?”

“Pump your breasts, duh.” Kara teased. “What do you think it’s for?”

“Well, yeah, but I’m not lactating right now. There’s no need.”

“You can also use it to induce. Lots of women who adopt infants who want to breast feed do it.”

“Okay. Yeah. I’ve heard of that, but you want me to do it?”

“No. Not especially. I thought you wanted to do it.”

“Don’t you use it?”

“Only when Will isn’t around for a few day on a business trip or something. Keeps the milk flowing. All you have to do is pump your breasts two or three times a day and you should re-lactate in a few weeks.” She grinned eager to let her friend in on a secret. “But it works better if you have someone nursing on you.” Wetting her lips she leaned in a little. “What does Alex think of this?”

Jacki hadn’t said one word to her boyfriend about her newfound interest. She didn’t know if he was interested or didn’t care or was turned off by it. She was willing to end her relationship with her over this, so she was certain she was damn serious.

“He doesn’t know. Not yet.”

Kara looked like Jacki had hit her in the face with a hammer. “You haven’t mentioned it to him.”

“No. Not yet.”

“That’s…not a great idea.”

Jacki lifted her chin; her attitude became defiant. “It’s my body. If he doesn’t like it…well, there are other men out there who are into it, right?”

“You’re willing to dump your boyfriend over this?”

“Yes. If he’s disgusted by who I am…then I don’t want him.”

“Wow. You’re all in on this, aren’t you?”

“Damn straight.”

“Why?”

Kara’s question stopped Jacki in her examination of the breast pump. “Why?”

“Yeah. Why?”

There was no way that Jacki was going to tell her friend everything, but she could tell her enough. “I’m tired of having tiny tits. I want to be bigger…and I want it to be natural. I loved my boobs when I was pregnant and when I was nursing.”

Kara didn’t fully believe her. “There are other ways to get bigger boobs that don’t call for such an investment of time and effort.”

“And it fucking turns me on. If it doesn’t turn Alex on…then well…I’m going to be single shortly.”

Whatever the reason, her words must have convinced Kara. “Okay. I believe you. Why don’t you try it out?” she asked while flipping open the door to the compartment that held the pump’s cord.

“Here?” asked Jacki, suddenly nervous. “Now?”

“Sure. Why not?” She glanced at her phone, checking the time. “The kids won’t be home for another hour. Now is perfect.”

Kara expertly put the pump together, connecting the—at this point—unnecessary collection bottles, the hoses, and the soft cups together. She flipped the power switch and it hummed to life. Jacki was surprised at how quiet it was, but then again Kara probably wanted something quiet and could afford it. Switching the machine off, she held the two cups out to her friend. “Well?” she prompted her.

Only at that moment to Jacki realize that Kara wasn’t going to give her privacy to try out the pump. In theory, that should have been fine. Jacki wanted to show off her tits and prove what they could do. In theory. Actually doing it was another matter entirely.

With Kara staring expectantly at her, there was only one thing to do. “Oh. You mean now.” She laughed nervously and started unbuttoning her blouse. What else was she to do? Say no? That wasn’t going to happen. Having Kara watch her undress was like being back in the high school locker room again, that feeling of shame and a bit of pride because she had a better body than all the other girls. Maybe all that exercise and running isolated her from the rest of the crowd, but it kept her in great shape. Not that Kara had anything to be ashamed of with her sexy curves, but Jacki liked that even after having a kid she still had her slim, athletic body.

No shame, she told herself.

Opening her blouse all the way she found herself temporarily stymied. She’d either have to take off her shirt all the way of awkwardly pull her bra up or down to release her tits.

Kara’s grin split her face. “This is why I always wear a nursing bra.”

“I get it now,” Jacki muttered and proceeded to pull the blouse all the way off. From there it was easy to reach behind her back and unhook her bra to let it slip off her shoulders. She stood up straight and proud. She wasn’t ashamed of her small tits. The air in Kara’s house wasn’t cold, but her nipples contracted and stood out prominently.

No shame.

Kara didn’t make a comment and just handed her one of the cups. “They’re supposed to be self-adjusting. One size fits all. I’m a bit bigger than you are, but it should work fine for you.”

Jacki just nodded and pressed the cup to her left breast, centering the nipple as close as possible to the rounded inlet. There was some airspace, but Kara didn’t notice or think it was worth commenting on. She handed over the other cup and Jacki carefully centered this one as well.

Much to her shame and delight, her nipples didn’t soften at all. And her panties were more than just a little bit damp from the excitement.

Could Kara tell how excited she was?

She hoped so.

“I’m going to switch it on,” said Kara. “I’ve dialed the pressure down all the way. We can adjust it to what works best for you.”

Jacki nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

The machine hummed to life again at the touch of the switch and Jacki inhaled sharply as the suction pulled on her soft flesh and started to work on her.

The pressure wasn’t great. It wasn’t as pleasurable as having them suckled by a partner, but the slight vibration was nice. Not too hard and not too soft. A smile crept across her face. “That’s quite nice.”

Kara shook her head in disappointment. “Not strong enough. I don’t want you bruising, but this is nothing.” She ran her thumb across a dial on the pump. Immediately the pressure increased and Jacki gasped.

It didn’t hurt.

It felt great.

She looked down and saw her dark pink nipples get drawn down the length of the funnel-like collection cups. It was unsettling to see how much her body could endure and how good it felt at the same time. There was an electric charging running from both her nipples down to her pussy and she wanted more. Much more.

“Better,” said Kara. “Much better.”

“Uh-huh,” Jacki agreed vaguely. Her nipples were going from dark pink to red.

It was thrilling.

“Is it too hard?”

“No.”

“Would you like more suction?”

“How much is a good idea?”

“You want to feel it, but you don’t want it so hard that it bruises your flesh. I did that more than once. But you’ll also toughen up as you do it more. It’s a balance.”

“Uh-huh. Balance. What’s the best way to get my milk to come in as fast as possible.”

Kara switched off the pump and Jacki looked at her in disappointment.

“Induction works best with some chemical help,” she stated firmly.

“Drugs?”

“Hormones really. There are different things women try, but hormones are best.”

“Where should I get some?”

Kara sucked her lips into her mouth and gave a thoughtful reply. “Well, I have a ready supply?”

“Great. Where do you keep it?” Jacki carefully pried the two collection cups from her small breasts. As good as the pressure felt, the release felt even better. She tried to stand casually while being topless, but she felt a little foolish.

Bringing her hands up to her boobs, Kara said, “Right here.”

Jacki blinked. “What?”

“There is lots of stuff you can buy in the internet that will help you out. Either supplements that might work if it is what is advertised, or semi-legal prescriptions that should work but everyone is different…”

Jacki gave a little chuckle. “You sound like you have more than a few doubts about it.”

“Yeah…but then again, I got my milk the all-natural way. Shouldn’t all women?”

“What about me? I stopped eight years ago.”

“Re-lactating. And you’ll get going again with a little stimulation…and some hormones.”

They both looked down at Kara’s boobs again. Jacki broached the subject at hand. “Do you…do you have a supply already pumped?” she asked. It wasn’t what she wanted to ask. It was just the opening gambit.

Kara shook her head slowly. “No. Any time I pump I usually wind up pouring it down the drain. Will likes his fresh from the source.”

They were both dancing around the issue but it had to be done this way otherwise they’d be giving in to their basest instincts…even though they both wanted to give in to their basest instincts.