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Part 1

One

Dav’s Desires

 

Martine had a pattern. She would look online for dates, meet them for lunch, and if he was not a creep, she would accept an invitation to an actual date.

She never got past the second date with any of her potential partners. It wasn’t that she was too particular. She knew it was her hang up.

Dav was one of the nicer guys. He had a crooked nose and a slowly receding hairline. The lunch date was fine. The next day he invited her to an art show. That was different than the usual dinner and a movie, so she accepted.

He wasn’t quite sure why he invited her out on a date. Sure, Martine had a nice enough personality and was passably attractive but he didn’t feel any special attraction to her. She wore large, loose fitting tops and rather plain jeans on the date and almost no makeup. It was like she was actively trying to avoid making an effort. Still, going on a date was better than staying at home doing nothing.

After their date Martine had no intention of ever seeing Dav again. But Saturday night she was horny, and the easiest thing to do would have been to masturbate and be done with it, but she was tired of masturbating alone and Dav had seemed nice. Boring, but nice. Safe, but nice.

She did something she shouldn’t have. She called him on her phone. She didn’t even text him, she made an actual phone call.

“Hello?” He sounded confused when answering the call. She figured she must have seen her name coming up on the caller ID; they had texted back and forth enough for that to have happened.

“What are you doing tonight?” she asked, not even bothering to introduce herself.

“Uh…Martine?”

“Yeah. What are you doing tonight?” she repeated.

“Umm…nothing. Playing Halo.” Right away he knew it was the wrong answer. He sounded like a lame teenager.

“Want to come over to my place?”

It took Dav a long moment to understand what she meant. “Sure!”

He didn’t know how to act or what to wear, but she was eager to have him over. The drive was an excruciating ordeal between his nervousness and his erection that wouldn’t go away.

The moment after he knocked on the door to her apartment and she opened the door, he knew exactly what was going to happen.

He was wrong.

She was wearing a large, boxy t-shirt and old leggings which made him feel better about his jeans and threadbare sweatshirt. “Did you bring condoms?” she asked.

“Uh…yeah.”

She smiled. “Good. Come inside. Let’s go to the bedroom.”

Dav couldn’t believe how lucky he was. Once they were in her bedroom and kissing, he was more than willing to do whatever she asked. It had been far too long since he had slept with a woman.

She pulled him to the bed and rolled on top of him. Dav was nervous about what to do because he didn’t want to move things too quickly and piss her off, but he didn’t want to go to slow and possibly waste his chance. He hardly knew her and didn’t know what she liked.

Because she was on top of him, he could feel her large tits mashed down onto his chest, even though her clothing. He was somewhat surprised because it didn’t seem like she had large breasts, but he could definitely feel them. Taking the initiative he slid his hand up from her lower back to her side in an attempt to cup her breast.

The moment he made contact she sat bolt upright and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Sorry,” he said quickly thinking he has wasted his chance.

“No,” she said to him but turned her head to the side, unable to look at him. “I didn’t mean to pull away. It’s fine.”

“All right then,” he said and reached up for her still covered tits, but her arms were still crossed in front of her chest. She pulled back slightly. “What’s the matter?”

“This is why I don’t like having sex with men,” she commented, not to him, but to herself.

“Uh…I’m okay with you being a lesbian, but why did you invite me to your place then?” Dav was confused.

She looked down at him. “I’m not a lesbian.”

“You just said you don’t like having sex with men.”

Martine shook her head. “Fuck it. Okay, I’m going to show you something and you’ll probably freak out and leave, but what do I care, right?”

A hundred things ran through Dav’s mind. What was she hiding under her clothes? Did she have some weird tattoos or scaring? Did she have a skin condition? Was she trans? He didn’t know what to think but his brain stopped using its higher functions when she pulled her t-shirt off and revealed a rather impressive set of tits that were contained by a purple padded bra that hid everything. It was more modest than most bikinis. For a brief second Dav wondered how much was padding and how much was actually her.

“Wow,” he breathed.

“Thanks,” she said with a sad smile.

“How were you hiding those?”

“I’m good at it.”

“They’re nothing to be ashamed of,” he said, unconsciously reaching up for her breasts. She was still straddling him and he was certain she could feel his hard cock through their layers of jeans.

She swatted his hands away. “I’m not just showing you my big boobs,” she said.

He couldn’t help himself. Grinning, Dav said, “What else are you going to show me?”

Looking up at the ceiling, Martine grabbed her bra under the band encircling her torso and pulled it up over her head like she was taking off a shirt. This resulted in her rather substantial tits being pulled upward and then falling back with a beautiful bounce against her chest. Dav was mesmerized, but he wasn’t shocked. In her display Martine wasn’t showing him anything other than a pair of gorgeous tits. He had been expecting—hoping—for something unusual.

“They’re fantastic,” he said. “But I don’t get it. What’s wrong?”

Martine was frowning now. Her lips twisted into a painful frown. “It’s not just my boobs,” she said and then reached up and pressed into the soft flesh of her left breast, right above the light brown nipple.

There was a space of a second, and then the air between them was filled by an arcing spray of milk. It was light white and hardly a substantial spray, but easily visible and large enough to lightly wet the surface of Dav’s sweatshirt. He stared at her, amazed, until she pulled her fingers away which stopped the flow of milk.

“Wow,” he breathed.

She didn’t hear him. “My body makes too much prolactin. It’s the hormone that makes boobs make milk. I’ve been like this since I was sixteen.”

“That’s incredible,” Dav said more audibly.

If Martine heard him, she didn’t acknowledge the words. “If we have sex, you’re probably going to get soaked in my milk.”

Thinking quickly because it was obvious from her expression and beet-red face that she was embarrassed by this, Dav said, “Not if I fuck you from behind.”

She let out a small, rueful chuckle. “I suppose so.”

“But I like to have sex with the woman on top,” he said as he unzipped his sweatshirt and flopped around a moment getting the sleeves off. “This is fine.”

Martine looked at him in horror. “But I’ll get milk all over you.”

“It’s fine,” he said. “I don’t have a problem with that.”

“But—”

Before she could object further, Dav sat up and pressed his lips to hers, letting his chest press against her ample tits. Skin to skin felt wonderful and he could feel moisture against his chest. It didn’t bother him.

“Stop,” she said, breaking the kiss.

He stopped kissing her, but now lowered his mouth to her right breast. He gently kissed the nipple and then drew it into his mouth. Martine gasped. Dav sucked gently, not wanting to scare her off, and was rewarded by a shudder of her body, and a warm, sweet flood of liquid onto his tongue. He swallowed audibly.

“Oh god,” she moaned.

Dav sucked again and she responded in exactly the same way.

“So good,” she whispered to him.

“You like that?” he asked, mumbling around her flesh.

“Uh-huh. Don’t stop.” He sucked on her again, getting more sweet milk in his mouth. After feeling her shudder in desire he turned his head and started sucking from her left breast. Martine’s response was the same and her right nipple dripped a steady flow of milk onto Dav’s bare shoulder.

After he had feasted on her tits for a minute she recovered enough to comment, “I’m getting you all wet.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he said as he ran his hands down her back to cup her ass. “But I didn’t come here tonight to just suck on your tits.” He tugged gently on the waistband of her leggings. “Let’s get these off.”

She half rolled off his body and pulled off the black leggings but she left on her rather plain and boring pale yellow panties. He took the opportunity to unbutton and shove down his jeans and boxers, leaving him with a rather large erection projecting upward from his crotch.

When she saw how large he was, Martine stopped in the middle of rolling back onto Dav. “Ohmigod.”

“What’s the matter?”

Gingerly she took his large cock in her hand. “I mean, I could feel it under me when I was on top of you, but I didn’t think you were this big.”

He grinned. “Is this a problem?” he asked.

Truthfully, Martine didn’t know if it was or not. The few men she had sex with were definitely average sized and Dav was well above all of them in size. He wasn’t obscenely huge, but he definitely had nothing to be ashamed of. She knew she was wet and ready for sex, but never had she had anything as large of Dav’s cock inside her before. “No. It’s fine.”

He hooked a finger into the top edge of the elastic band of her panties. “You’ll need to take these off,” he said.

“Right,” she agreed. Her hand and started working up and down Dav’s cock, not really masturbating him, but exploring his manhood. “You’ve got condoms?”

He grabbed the jeans he had shoved to the side and pulled out a packet from the back pocket. She took one and rolled the latex onto his cock. The package had the ridiculous marketing bragging they were extra-large for the manliest of men. Martine had once had a short term boyfriend who insisted on using this exact same brand of condoms, but for him they were far too large. For Dav…they were just right.

Once he was securely inside the latex, Martine pulled off her panties which showed off that she didn’t spend a huge amount of time grooming her bush, and straddled Dav’s hips. The moment she did she felt her milk leaking out her nipples and drops splattered down on Dav’s chest and stomach.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized.

He wiped away the liquid and licked his fingers. “I kind of like it,” he said.

A little bit reassured, Martine carefully aligned his cock with her entrance and slowly worked her pussy down on his length. “Oh…wow,” she moaned. “You are big.”

“Go slow,” he cautioned her.

“No, it feels good,” she said as she slowly, but with an increased pace, started to pump her hips back and forth on his cock. He was incredibly hard and it felt good to have him inside her, even as he stretched her to her limits.

Martine’s eyes had been closed and she had been focused on her pussy, but when she paused for a second and opened her eyes to look at Dav, she almost recoiled in horror.

He was grinning up at her. His hands were on her tits, which she realized she had been feeling but had forgotten what he was doing, and they were covered with her milk which was flowing down his hands and forearms. Some of the drops were landing on his chest. He was literally covered in her milk. “I’m sorry,” she blurted out. “Sometimes when I get turned on…this happens.”

A shake of his head told her no apologies were needed. He lifted his fingers to his mouth and tasted her once again. “It’s good,” he said. “Don’t say you’re sorry. There’s nothing to be sorry about.”

She nodded and started pumping her hips again. Maybe she could get off once or twice and he’d leave and she’d never have to see him again. Better not to have a boyfriend then to have to face the man she had coated in her breast milk while they had sex.

Because it had been so long since she had been with a man, and because Dav more than satisfied her physical needs in a man, it was easy for Martine to pump her hips for another minute while Dav caressed her tits and then she came with a shuddering orgasm that would have frightened her if she hadn’t known to expect it. Once it had passed she looked guiltily at Dav. “Sorry,” she said.

“Stop apologizing,” he told her. “And you’re beautiful when you cum.”

She scoffed at him. “You’re a liar.” It was fun to banter with him while he was still buried in her pussy. He hadn’t cum yet and she realized she wanted more. “Can I keep going?” she asked as she wiggled her hips a bit.

“Please,” he said as he took his hands from her tits and pulled her body down to his, but not for a kiss. He clamped his lips on her left nipple and started sucking. She shuddered and tried to resume pumping her hips, but his hands were holding her still so he could thrust his cock up into her.

That was fair enough, she realized. And it felt incredibly good. As he pulled milk from her breast, he fucked her and she held on for dear life. A minute later he was cumming inside her pussy. She could feel the throb of his cock as his cum shot out but was contained by the condom. His thrusts and throbbing and lips on her tit were enough to push her over the edge again to another orgasm.

“Thank you,” she told him as he returned from the bathroom to dispose of the used condom. He had wet a washcloth and was wiping her excess milk from his chest. It was the first time she had gotten a look at his naked body. Beside his obviously large cock, she noted he was surprisingly muscular under his clothes. While he didn’t have the mass of a bodybuilder, he was surprisingly lean and well-defined. It was enough to tempt her again.

“You’re welcome,” he said. “But for what?”

“For not running away because I have leaky boobs.”

He gave her a little laugh. “It’s kind of sexy.”

She looked away. “Yeah, well, tell that to my ex-boyfriend.”

“Give me his name and maybe I will,” Dav said boldly.

Looking back at her she narrowed her eyebrows. “Are you serious?”

“About your ex? No. About it being sexy? Yeah.”

“Why would you think this is a turnon?” she asked, gesturing to her tits. She noticed a few more drops still seeping out of her nipples. Grabbing the washcloth from his hand, she wiped them away.

He shrugged. “Why do some men get obsessed with women’s feet?” he asked. “I’m a boob man myself. Yours are nice.” He smiled. “Very nice. And very sweet.”

 

 

Two

Martine’s Mammaries

 

Martine woke up with a familiar sensation and an unfamiliar one. The familiar one was her tits. They were painfully full. The prolactin in her body had been working overtime forcing her breasts to produce more and more milk overnight. The easiest way to get rid of the pain was to drag her breast pump out from under her bed and use it to relieve the pressure that had built up. It always worked but unfortunately it also caused her breasts to make more and more milk. It was a vicious cycle that she couldn’t escape.

The unfamiliar sensation was the body next to hers. Dav was still sleeping, snoring lightly, and he was blocking the way to her pump. This was something new to Martine. She never spent the night at a guy’s place, or had them spend the night at hers, precisely because she hated waking up with full tits and the need to pump. She didn’t want anyone to see her pump.

As silently as she could Martine tried to wiggle out of her bed and make her way around the bed. She had barely lifted the covers and put one foot into the air before Dav mumbled, “Where are you going?” His eyes didn’t open but his arm went around her waist, pulling her closer. This wasn’t what Marine wanted. She couldn’t even remember falling asleep last night; had he fucked and sucked her so well that she had just passed out?

“I need to get up,” she said softly.

“Bathroom?” he asked.

“Sort of.”

He grunted and moved his arm from around her waist. She slipped from under the covers and padded softly around to the opposite side of the bed where she tried slipping the case containing her pump from under the bed. Dav opened one eye, taking in her naked body. She felt a momentary flash of modesty but didn’t cover herself. He’d already seen everything.

“What are you doing?”

She felt caught and guilty, but she was in her own apartment and wasn’t doing anything wrong, yet she still felt the guilt. “I’m…uh…I’m going to pump my breasts. They’re full.”