Green Bush Erotica Volume 18

Lactation for Two

 

Elliot Silvestri

 

 

Chapter One

 

Eileen all but collapsed at Anne’s kitchen table. She put her head down next to the coffee her friend had offered and refused to look up.

“It can’t be that bad,” Anne said mildly.

With her head down on the table her words were semi-muffled by the placemat. Eileen said, “I’ve had a different boyfriend every year for the past fifteen years and none of them wanted to stay with me.”

“Some of them…most of them,” Anne started to say and corrected herself, “you’re better off not having around.”

“So?”

“So you’re better off for it. That guy Jeff was nothing but trouble. And Stewart? Isn’t he in jail now?”

“He’s a corrections officer in Clinton.”

“Still in jail.”

“He’s got a state pension and a steady job.”

“Most COs wind up drunks or beat their wives.”

“At least those women get to be married.”

Anne sighed. “Pick up your damn head from the table and talk to me like a normal person, not a teenager.”

Eileen did as her friend demanded, but still had the sullen pout of a teenage girl. Though they were the same age sometimes Anne was sure she was the mother of Eileen. She had a child who was only five and that was more than enough parental responsibility.

“Sometimes you have to settle a bit,” Anne said softly. “You’re not going to find a perfect man. He doesn’t exist except in crappy romance novels.” She paused and corrected herself again. “That is to say all romance novels.”

“There’s something wrong with me. I’m never going to get married and have kids.”

“If you don’t change your attitude you won’t.”

“You know I’ve been diagnosed with pervasive anxiety disorder.”

“That’s just an excuse. Have you considered tricking a man into staying with you?” Anne ran a hand over her short blond hair. It was slightly damp with sweat from her morning run with Eileen. Anne ran to lose weight; she was constantly complaining she just needed to lose those last twenty pounds. Eileen ran to deal with her mild depression and because she was an outdoor girl. Anne wanted to get into the shower; Eileen wanted to complain about her life.

The brown ponytail that sprouted from the back of Eileen’s head suddenly whipped back and forth, stinging her cheeks slightly with the tips of her hair. “I’d never in a million years get pregnant ‘on accident,’” Eileen went so far as to use finger quotes around the expression, “just to keep a guy. What if he winds up being crazier than me?”

At least Eileen knew she had mental issues to deal with, Anne reflected.

Anne cleared her throat. “I’m not saying get pregnant…but there are other ways to entice a man to stay with you. You’re a good catch. Pretty, athletic, you’ve got a job—”

“Hmph!” Eileen interjected.

“—and you like sex according to every bawdy tale you’ve ever told me…”

Now Eileen blushed.

“But there are other ways. You need to make him need you. Most men are super-kinky in ways they don’t even realize. And those who know what their kinks are often want to keep them secret; you just have to tease those secrets out of them. How do you think I’ve kept Chris?”

“Because you have the perfect marriage?”

Anne laughed. “Hardly.”

Eileen tried again. “Because um…well, you said guys have secret kinks…he likes to dress in women’s clothing and you get off on it as well?”

The napkin in Anne’s hand snapped at her friend. “No. Just no.” They both laughed but there was a bitter note to the laughter. One of Eileen’s old boyfriends was dropped because he dressed in Eileen’s clothes—unbeknown to her at the time. She said that she could deal with a cross-dressing boyfriend—if he didn’t wear he clothes and had asked her first.

“So…what’s your big secret? Tell me a kinky story!”

Anne thought that one of the many reasons Eileen had had so many boyfriends of the years was because she needed variety in her life as evidenced by the many different men she had dated. More than once Eileen had come to Anne with a dirty story involving her latest boyfriend. Her adventures were exciting to her but hardly outside the norms of an American woman in the 21^st century. She had experimented with toys and bondage, spanking and nipple clamps, anal sex and posting dirty pictures on the internet (minus her face). Anne reveled in the tales as much as Eileen had enjoyed experiencing them, but never once had Anne let on her big secret.

“Well,” she began, “it started when Eddie was just over a year old…”

 

 

Chapter Two

 

Anne had just one complaint. “My boobs hurt.”

“Sorry to hear it,” Chris said barely looking up from his book. “Can I do anything for you?”

She knew he didn’t actually mean it. The words he said were just automatically mouthed because it was expected of him.

“No!” she all but screamed at him. “My boobs hurt because they’re too full of milk, Eddie doesn’t want me anymore. Do you know how painful it is to have your kid wean himself?”

“No,” was Chris’s completely honest answer.

“It. Fucking. Hurts.” Anne was holding her heavy breasts with both hands. Her shirt was wet, not with milk but with water from the warm compresses she had put inside her bra to try and offer some relief to her engorged breasts. It was supposed to help. It didn’t. She had already popped a double dose of Motrin and was ready to try anything.

“Why don’t you try to get Eddie to nurse?” Chris suggested putting down his book to talk to her.

“I’m done with that. He bites and he’s got sharp little baby teeth. You’ve seen the blood.”

“Have you tried using the breast pump? That might stop the swelling.”

“That fucking thing doesn’t help at all. It hurt to use it when he was nursing fulltime and it barely gets half out of what I need.” Anne was nearly in tears at this point.

Chris took off his glasses and rubbed at his temples. “I’m not sure what I can do to help.”

That was Chris’s problem, Anne thought, always trying to help and solve problems rather than just hearing what she was saying. She was nearly at tears. Anne reached into her shirt and pulled out the soggy washcloths, marched to the bathroom sink and tossed them in. They were now a mixture of water and her milk. She wiped at her breasts with a dry towel and saw that her breasts were indeed leaking. “Jumping Jesus on a pogo stick,” she muttered.

She marched back into the bedroom where Chris was still laying on the bed reading his book. “They’re leaking,” she reported and yanked off her loose t-shirt exposing her swollen, tender breasts.

“Let me get a towel,” he said as he got up but she grabbed his arm, preventing him from leaving.

“No, just hold me. It’s something I have to get through.”

He sighed, reclined back into the bed, and allowed her to curl up next to him.

“This fucking hurts,” she complained and pressed her body against his. She wrapped her arms around his chest and brought her skin into contact with his warm body. Oddly the pressure against her chest made the pain somewhat more bearable.

“I’m so sorry,” he commiserated with her.

“It’s nothing other women haven’t dealt with. Usually most babies slowly wean themselves. Eddie is a little shit for doing it in a wee.”

Chris nodded and kissed her on the cheek. She turned her head and kissed him back. Even through the pain she was horny. It seemed strange to her that her body wanted sex at this particular moment; all during her pregnancy her libido had been raised and even after the birth her need for sex hadn’t abated at all. This was good. A little sex to distract her from the pain.

She cupped her hand over Chris’s cock. It was soft which surprised her a little, but once she started gently rubbing that quickly changed. “You want to fuck? Now?” he asked her.

“Uh-huh,” she said. “It’ll take my mind off the pain. Maybe it’ll put me to sleep.”

He smirked. “Am I that lousy a lay?”

She shook her head. “You know what I mean. It’ll help me relax so I can fall asleep. I can’t sleep if I’m in pain.”

“Okay. I’ll put you to sleep,” he promised and then kissed her lips, then the soft spot along her jawline, then her neck and slowly moved down her chest. His ultimate goal was to strip off her panties and eat her pussy. It often took Anne a little time and effort to get wet enough for easy penetration. They had discovered a good round of cunnilingus was the best way to get her to where she needed to be.

He kissed the top of her round breast, and then remembered her soreness, so he lightly held her heavy flesh as he kissed her breastbone, turning his head to kiss the other breast before moving further down.

“Harder,” she whispered.

“Harder what?” It was a strange request. Normally she didn’t say that until he was already fucking her and she wanted to feel his cock slamming into her pussy.

“Hold my tit harder. It feels good.”

He gently squeezed her heavy breast.

“Harder,” she moaned. This wasn’t just a pain-relief exercise. She was getting off on having her tit mauled.

Chris increased the pressure until he could feel the hardness of her swollen milk sacks inside her flesh.

“Yes,” she moaned.

A bit of thin white breast milk leaked from the nipple under his fingers. The wetness wasn’t much. Briefly Chris released his hand, took a wider grip, and then squeezed harder again.

“Fuckin’ yes!” his wife grunted. “More.”

He squeezed her tit savagely now, as if they were fighting. Her breathing came rapid and in short bursts. She squirmed under him but didn’t complain. There was an almost steady spray of milk from her nipple now making it difficult for Chris to maintain his hold on her tit. He released her for a second and wiped his hand on his pajama bottoms. The towel Anne had been using to dry her breasts was on the edge of the bed and grabbed that to dry her once more.

She inhaled sharply at the towel’s rough touch. “No, too much,” she protested. “Softness. Lick me.”

Obeying her need Chris lowered his mouth to her breast and licked the little stream of breast milk away from the nipple from which it had leaked. He was somewhat familiar with the flavor of Anne’s milk, sweet and juice-like, more like pineapple juice than what they bought in gallon jugs from Stewart’s to pour on cereal. It wasn’t unpleasant to taste, not the least. It was just odd, not something he would normally do. It wasn’t something he would have done unless she had explicitly told him to.

“Suck,” she said so softly he wasn’t certain she had actually spoken the words but had just thought them.

Once again he followed her direction. His mouth went to her nipple and allowed the red nipple to fill his mouth, gently creating a small amount of suction to simulate what her baby had done at her breast.

There was only one word from Anne as he maintained the suction. “Oh.”

That stopped him. “Too much? Too hard?”

“No…more…please.”

He sucked on her nipple again and was rewarded with a generous squirt of milk into his mouth. Chris swallowed, savoring the flavor. The amount wasn’t much; he didn’t understand how such a small measure of milk could cause her so much pain.

“Again.”

He sucked and swallowed, then sucked and swallowed again. She sighed and relaxed. Anne’s hand reached up to caress the back of his head, and her fingers tangled into his curly brown hair. “Keep going, don’t stop.”

What else could Chris do but to continue to suckle at his wife’s breast? She was getting off on it and he was relieving her of the pain she had been afflicted with. It was perfect for him. Since Anne was absently rubbing her thighs together Chris moved one hand down her body, over her rounded tummy, and wiggled his fingers under the elastic of her panties. She didn’t protest, mostly because she was focused on what his mouth was doing to her tit, and he pushed his fingers through her nest of coppery curls to rest inside the slit of her pussy. There was a steady leak of wetness from her vag but that didn’t stop Chris from nursing on her.

His other hand reached for her other breast and he felt a slight wetness there as well. It was leaking milk, but that couldn’t be helped. There was no way to stop it from flowing. Instead he doubled the strength of his suction on her occupied nipple. She squealed softly in pleasure. Chris’s mouth filled with her milk and he swallowed.

Oddly, it was much like fucking, the steady suck and swallow rhythm followed the thrust and retreat pattern of sex. They fell into the progression that steadily, inevitably, brought about an orgasm for Anne.

Her back arched up and she dislodged Chris from his position sucking on her tit. She gasped and cried out as she came hard. Chris’s hand was still inside her green and white striped panties and she gushed a little bit of girl cum all over his fingers.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, alarmed at her sudden seizure-like reaction.

She gasped and then laughed at him. “You don’t know?”

A shake of his head confirmed he was clueless.

Anne laughed a bit more. “You made me cum.”

“I barely touched your pussy.”

She shook her head slowly. “You didn’t need to. Nursing on me was enough.”

“Enough to make you cum?” He was dazzled by the revelation.

“Umm…yeah.”

“I didn’t know your tits were so sensitive.”

A little shrug of her shoulders showed she was as puzzled as he was. “I didn’t think so either. But obviously it was enough.” Her grin spread across her face. “More than enough. That was a great cum.”

“Probably because you’ve never cum that way before.”

“Other women can do it too, you know,” she told him.

“Really? Huh.”

“Let’s see if you can make me do it again.” Anne grasped the back of his head and brought his lips to the breast he hadn’t nursed from yet.

Though it was still new to him, Chris fell to nursing like it was old hat. He sucked a few times and that was enough to start her milk flowing. Each time he drew her nipple into his mouth Chris was rewarded with a healthy squirt of her warm sweet milk. It quickly got to the point where he had to audibly swallow with each suck. Anne let herself go. She moaned and sighed as he drew out her milk; she writhed about and squirmed, rubbing her thighs together and going so far as to push her hand down into her panties to play with her clit.

Chris quickly yanked her hand from her pussy. “What do you think you’re doing?”

For just a second she seemed ashamed of her action. “Just playing with myself.”

“Nope,” he told her. “You’re going to cum again, but only from tit play. Do I need to hold your hand down?”

A slightly frightened expression crossed Anne’s face, but then she licked her dry lips and said, “No. I’ll be good. But make me cum quickly.”

He went back to her semi-engorged breast and started sucking again. This time Chris took the nipple of her emptied breast and pinched it between his thumb and forefinger. Anne bit her lip and took the pain as she rubbed her thighs together and concentrated on what he was doing to her.

Everything he was doing was wonderful.

The second orgasm wasn’t the same level of surprise as the first one, but it was nearly as powerful. Her panties were nearly soaked with her girl cum and she wasn’t yet satiated. “Shit that was good,” she burst out. “Fuck me. You need to fuck me,” she practically begged.

There wasn’t a need for her to go on begging. He pulled off his pants and ripped off her panties. His cock was already hard and it was easy to for Chris to roll top of her and penetrate Anne’s sopping pussy. She groaned at the presence of his cock inside her; no matter how good the orgasms she had from her nipples there was some need within her to be penetrated and fucked.

Chris wasted no time in eagerly using her body. There was no technique to his fucking, he just wanted to cum as quickly as possible. He didn’t bother to try to think about her needs. Such action wasn’t necessary in any case. As he fucked, her lowered his mouth to her nearly empty breast and took up her nipple. Her voice shuddered as she cried out; it was too much and she came again, her pussy clamping down on Chris’s cock. That was all he needed. He came and flooded her pussy.

They both wanted to talk about their shared experience, but it had completely exhausted the both of them. Too quickly they were asleep, their limbs intertwined.

The next morning Chris woke up first. He was sporting morningwood and still had unspent desire from the previous evening. He also had a new desire. The sheet covering his wife reached nearly up to her neck, just barely covering her collarbones. Chris slowly eased it down, letting the smooth cotton pull over her soft nipples. She stirred and absently grabbed at the moving material, but he slipped it out of her grasp.

Taking advantage of her twilight state Chris moved closer and engulfed her soft pink nipple in his mouth. The tissue reacted to his warmth and the sudden wetness by hardening beneath his tongue. Anne stirred as he started sucking on her breast. She didn’t protest but neither was she fully awake yet.

Her warm milk spilled onto his tongue and he sucked again and again. Anne moaned slightly and her body trembled as she woke up. Was there any better way to greet the morning than by being stimulated in a way the body can’t resist? She could have pushed him away. She could have protested…but she didn’t want either of these things. She wanted Chris’s lips on her breast and she turned her body to better offer herself to him.

It didn’t take long to drain her first breast. When Chris sensed the milk flow was largely gone he rolled her body and she moved with him, offering up her other breast that had been pleasantly squished between his body, her body, and the mattress. It was warm and soft and swollen to the point of engorgement but not pain. Just like the first breast, this one immediately gave up its creamy contents and Chris noisily swallowed every drop. Anne took his hand from her side and moved it down to between her legs.

For just a brief minute he cupped her pussy with his palm and fingers as he continued to drain her breast. They both knew what was going to happen and there was little reason to fight the inevitable, but they found it difficult to push fully ahead without going through the ritual. She opened her legs wider to let him in but he didn’t move his fingers inside her, not yet, not until her breast was empty and she was fully ready.

He didn’t get the chance to mount her that morning. Instead Anne, driven to distraction by Chris’s strong suction on her tits, pushed on his body, forcing him to roll from his side to his back. A moment later she was straddling his hips and lowering her pussy to his hard cock. It was a delight not to have to suck his cock to make him hard and ready for her. Now he was being forced to suck on her to get her ready—and that seemed enough for him.

“Oh that’s good,” she commented as her pussy slid down the entire length of his shaft. Anne leaned forward offering her breasts to him again. They weren’t completely empty, not yet. Her nipples slowly dripped the semi-clear and whitish milk. Chris didn’t need any further encouragement to know what was expected of him. He latched on to what she was offering and suckled her hard even as he thrusted up into her pussy again and again, trying to make his wife cum.

She finally did with a violent shaking of her body. He stayed attached to her breast as she came and lightly bit her nipple. It was hard to tell if that excited or annoyed her, but since there was no protest, he didn’t stop until he came as well.

When he was done cumming and she had recovered enough strength to roll off the bed, Anne headed to the shower. She was joined there a minute later by Chris.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked warily as his wife stood under the water. Her breasts seemed slightly smaller than normal—or was that his imagination.

She shook her head. “No, it was good. Hell, it was great. This morning and last night.” She smiled at him.

“It’s a little weird, isn’t it?” he asked.

“What, sex?” she said trying to avoid the issue.

“No…me, you know, sucking milk from you.” He shifted his stance uncomfortably. Even as he said the words his cock started getting harder. Just the idea made him horny even after having just cum five minutes earlier.

“You mean nursing?” she asked.

It was odd to use that word. It should have been for what a baby does with its mother, not what a man does with his wife, but Chris nodded anyway. “Yeah.”

“It doesn’t bother me. Last night you made the pain go away and I had several fucking great orgasms. And this morning…” she smiled again and moved her soapy hands over her breasts several times, “…you woke me up in the best way possible.”

Chris nodded and swallowed, tasting her milk once again, and stepped into the shower with her. “Isn’t this just delaying the inevitable?” he asked. “I mean, it’s just putting off the day where you’ll have to face the pain to stop lactating.” He took the soap from her hands and started running it across her back.

“Maybe, but you can step me down slowly, not do it all at once like that little monster you call your son did,” she said with a false sour note.

Chris smiled and nodded. “I think I can do that.”

In fact, he couldn’t. In fact, if anything, while trying to slowly reduce her milk production, Chris actually increased it. It was so easy, too easy, to fall into a pattern. Anne liked her tits sucked, it relaxed her when she was tired and it excited her when she was horny. The sex afterwards was just a bonus. Sometimes she came from being nursed, sometimes not. If not, she always came when Chris got on top of her and fucked her good and hard.

Though it had never occurred to him that drinking his wife’s breast milk was something he might enjoy, Chris quickly decided that it was something perfectly normal and enjoyable. It was hard for him not to root out is wife’s soft breasts in the morning when he woke up. It was just as hard for him not to push up her nightie when they retired to bed at night. Since she never resisted his crude advances—primarily because she enjoyed what he was doing to her body—he was in a near constant state of sexual arousal.

Although he knew he shouldn’t think of Anne’s breasts as sexual objects because he knew they were for more than just his pleasure, it was hard for him not to think in such terms. They were wonderful factories of milk and pleasure constantly hiding under her bras and shirts. He wanted nothing more than to keep her topless so he had easy access to her nipples whenever he wanted a snack. On the rare occasions she asked for his advice on what she should wear, he always chose the item that was easiest to take off or push aside so he could ravage her tits. Chris took to advising her to wear camisoles instead of bras because they weren’t nearly as restrictive and confining.

“You just want my tits,” she told him as she pulled a white camisole over her head one morning and carefully arranged her breasts inside the undergarment.

“Yes,” he admitted.

Anne looked at herself in the mirror wearing only the camisole and nothing else, no panties, no socks. Nothing. Chris admired her ass from across the room and felt his dick hardening. “Shit,” she cursed. “They’re getting bigger.”

“How can you tell?” Chris asked innocently.

“A woman can tell,” she replied angrily and yanked the garment over her head and threw it at him. She reached for a bra inside the dresser. “You’re the cause of it.”

“What? Me?”

“You’re constantly nursing on me,” Anne said. “Every morning and night. And don’t think I don’t notice when you wake up in the middle of the night and decide to have a little refreshment. It wakes me up, you know!”

“Do you want me to stop?”

She hesitated. Anne was torn between the pleasure his nursing gave her combined with the ecstasy of the orgasms during his feedings—and afterwards—fighting with her desire to have her milk supply slowly dry up so her breasts could go back to their normal size and she could have her normal life back.

But could she ever have her normal life back.

The bra she pulled from the dresser gave her answer. It was one of the nursing bras she wore during Eddie’s first few months. It was large and comfortable. It had flaps that folded down when she needed to expose a nipple for nursing and little pockets for the round pads to absorb her excess milk for when she leaked. Inside the dresser was a half-forgotten box of pads. There was a small supply left. She placed two inside the pockets and fixed her breasts within the material. Turning to Chris she asked, “Do you know how to unfasten the flaps?”

 

 

 

Chapter Three

 

“Bullshit,” Eileen declared. “I call bullshit.”

Anne shrugged and stirred her coffee with a bemused expression on her face. “What part do you call bullshit on?” she inquired.

Eileen’s face was flushed and sweaty, as if she had just finished her run. In fact she had been sitting at the table for over an hour and should have been cooled and rested but Anne’s story had made her hot again, not from exertion, but from excitement. She didn’t want to admit that her friend’s tale had made her panties more than a little bit moist.

“All of it.”

The answer caused Anne to grin widely. “I can prove it you know. Geez, just take a look at my tits. Before Eddie they were tiny little things and now they’ve ballooned into this ridiculous size. I can barely work my way around them.”

Eileen shivered. “It’s probably just leftover from breastfeeding,” she said. “Women’s bodies change.”

“This much?” Anne asked indicating her chest. “I don’t think so. Besides, I’m still lactating.”

“So you say.”

To her amazement Anne responded by pulling up her t-shirt to expose her sports bra that kept her mammaries under control while running. They weren’t the biggest breasts that Eileen had ever seen, but they were impressive in scale alone.

“Doesn’t prove anything…”

Then Anne pulled her sports bra up and over her tits, letting both fall out. They bounced heavily against her chest and Eileen goggled in amazement. She had seen Anne’s tits a few times before, mostly in college when both did stupid and drunken things, but her friend’s rack had definitely changed over the years. Besides being bigger, Anne now had large light pink areolas that surrounded her nipples. In the cool kitchen air her nipples hardened and the areolas crinkled in response.

“Wow you’ve got big boobs,” Eileen said because nothing else seemed appropriate at the moment.

“Yeah,” Anne agreed as she struggled to pull her shirt and bra up over her head. “Give me a hand with this?” she asked.

It would have been rude to refuse, especially seeing that her friend was neatly entangled in her bra straps and t-shirt material. Eileen moved behind her and helped straighten out the confusion and facilitate her friend’s toplessness.

“Thank you.”

“Yeah. No problem.”

Anne turned around to present Eileen with her big breasts. She wasn’t the least bit shy. Eileen was slightly uncomfortable, but what was Anne going to do? Besides, they were just breasts not something dangerous, not something that would make her do something she shouldn’t. “You still don’t believe me, do you?”

A bit of hemming and hawing was in order according to Eileen’s brain. “Well, yeah, I’m mean they’re big and all, but what evidence do you have?” Anne wasn’t a liar by nature, but she would take a joke as far as possible for the greatest payoff.

As Eileen was talking Anne cupped one breast with both hands. Eileen’s voice trailed off. Anne massaged and squeezed a bit, talking as she did so. “It works better when Chris is around. Sometimes just the sight of him makes me let down, especially if I’m turned on. A mouth is the best, of course, but I can usually make…ah, here we go.”

A little pearl appeared on the nip of Anne’s nipple. She squeezed and squeezed again, shaking the little droplet and making it grow larger. Her motions eventually dislodged it and it slid down the slope of her breast leaving a wet trail behind it and ran into her fingers. “There we go,” Anne said and continued expressing herself. “Once the flow starts it’s hard to stop.” A few more tiny pearls appeared and dribbled down over her fingers. “Chris nursed this morning so I’ve only been producing a few hours, but that’s enough, don’t you think?”

With a stunned nod of her head, Eileen agreed. Anne let go of her breast and absently licked her fingers. She had grown to enjoy the taste of her milk, not that she drank it, but it was always on Chris’s lips when he kissed her. She had started to think his kisses were sweet because she was in love with her husband still, not because Chris was constantly nursing on her. “Yeah…” Eileen was stunned and fascinated. It was just a simple human body function, but it was something normally done in private. Eileen couldn’t have been put into greater shock if Anne had dropped her shorts and masturbated for her.

Not that Eileen would have minded. Or enjoyed the show.

“What does it taste like?” Eileen heard herself asking. The world around them had stopped and Eileen couldn’t take her eyes off her friend’s tits. She felt like a frat boy ogling a cheerleader.

“Sweet. Very sweet. Like apple juice, or cantaloupe.” Anne’s lips pulled into a smile and then went back to neutral. “Want to try a taste?”

Eileen shivered and didn’t answer. Anne put her hands back to her breast and squeezed a few more times until a little flow slipped down her breast again. She caught the tiny amount of liquid on her fingers and held it up for Eileen to taste.

There was silence between them. Eileen wanted to but wasn’t sure if she should. Was it rude to refuse? Was it…wrong to say yes? How would tasting her friend’s breast milk change their relationship?

Did it matter?

Eileen reached up and steadied Anne’s hand. She brought Anne’s finger to her lips, but stopped and extended her tongue to lick the moisture free.

Anne sighed and closed her eyes for a few seconds as Eileen rasped her tongue over Anne’s fingers. It was a sensation like she had never had before. It was so wrong yet so erotic at the same time. Eileen savored the sweetness and drew her tongue back between her lips. She swallowed but the amount was so small she didn’t feel anything go down her throat. “Wow. That is sweet. Very sweet.”

Her eyes were glazed over, halfway between a sugar coma and rampant lust. She looked down at Anne’s tits and wondered what her friend would say if she asked for a more direct sample.

Anne saw where Eileen’s eyes were focused and wanted to make an offer, but saying the words seemed too forward. They were stuck in time unable to voice their desires.

Then a door slammed. Chris stomped in. “Couldn’t get half of what I wanted at the hardware store,” he said as he rounded the corner to the kitchen. Guiltily Eileen took a quick step back and expected Anne to grab her shirt to cover up. Instead Anne regarded her husband calmly.

He stopped as he saw the two women in the kitchen. Eileen wondered if he could smell her lust. Anne smiled slyly. “Hello. What have we here?” Chris asked with a leer.

“Just showing Eileen that I’m still lactating,” Anne replied with a calmness she didn’t feel.

“Really?” he asked and looked at Eileen. “Why would you be doing that?”

Eileen’s face was flushed red and she wanted to run and hide. That was stilly. “I was…curious.”

“Curious why?” Chris asked. His voice was a little too eager for an answer. Eileen glanced down at his crotch. He was wearing jeans but she was damn sure his cock was hard behind the denim.

“Because she’s looking to keep her boyfriend,” Anne explained. “I was giving her a few tips.”

“Tits?”

“Tips!” Anne laughed and kissed her husband. As they embraced her breasts crushed against his chest and Eileen was jealous. She had missed her opportunity.

Was it one she would get again?

Was it one she actually wanted to have?

“Ummm… I’ve gotta go,” Eileen blurted and dashed for the door. She was out and gone before Chris could react.

“What the hell was that all about?” he asked his wife. He didn’t meet her eyes, he was staring at her breasts, still out in the open and exposed for his to admire. He saw the evidence some milk leakage, the trail of moisture from her left nipple going down the swell of her breast.

“I was telling her about our little…practice,” Anne said as she picked up her t-shirt from the kitchen counter where it had landed and pulled it on without putting her bra back on.

Chris’s face went white and then purple. “Are you crazy?” he fumed. “We agreed to keep this private!” As much as he liked nursing from Anne’s breasts, he was a little ashamed by it.

“No,” she said calmly. “You agreed to keep it private. I just went along with your declaration. I can share with whoever I want.”

His erection long gone, Chris started to pace the room. “What did she say?”

“A lot of stuff. I think she was intrigued by the idea. It made her ask a lot of questions.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, she wants to keep her current guy and I suggested it as a hook to keep him interested.”

Chris scoffed. “Like that’ll work.”

“It worked on you.”

“I’m an exception,” he pointed out. “I’m exceptional in many things.”

Now she scoffed at him. “And you’re a man. Give any man one intriguing kink and he’ll be hooked on it the rest of his life.”

“Doubtful.”

Her smile was barely contained by her cheeks. “And how interested were you in an adult nursing relationship before you tried my milk.”

Chris opened his mouth to answer, then abruptly shut it. He opened again. “So I discovered a kink late in life. Sue me.”

“I’m married to you. That’s enough legal problems for a lifetime.” She tried to force down her smile and licked her lips. “Besides, I think Eileen was more than just a little intrigued at hooking her man with breast milk.”

“Oh?”

“I think she was pretty damn temped by what I was offering.” Anne cupped her hands under her breasts to let him know exactly what she meant.

“Really?” Now Chris was eager. His cock was growing under his jeans.

“If you hadn’t interrupted us…I don’t know what might have happened,” she teased.

Moving closer Chris slipped his hands around his wife’s slightly pudgy waist and drew her to him. “What might have happened?” he asked as he kissed the side of her neck.

“I’m not sure…”

He lightly bit her skin. “Speculate.”

“I think she might have wanted a taste of me,” she whispered in his ear.

“Would you have allowed that?” he pressed his body tight against hers. She could feel his cock against her stomach.

“Maybe…”

 He slipped his hands up under her shirt and ran his fingers over her nipples. They were erect and already dripping milk. She sighed heavily. “Don’t do that.”

“Why not?” he asked her. “You like it.”

“You just fed a few hours ago,” she sighed and dropped her hand down to his crotch to massage his cock through the heavy material hiding it away from her needs.

“Who says I want to feed?” He pushed his hands down to the waistband of her shorts and moved into her panties.

“We only have time for a quick one,” she told him.

There was a honk from the driveway.

“Unless my mother comes back early with Eddie,” she sighed in frustration and pushed him away.

“Well…I interrupted you…” Chris said philosophically.

 

 

Chapter Four

 

Anne opened up the small green canvas zip up bag and pulled out a tangle of thin plastic hoses, some bottles, a battery pack with a wall outlet and AC adaptor, plus two funnel-like devices. “So this is my old breast pump. I checked it last night and it’s working fine.”

Eileen stared at her friend a moment, nonplussed. “I can’t believe you suggested this.”

Unfazed Anne opened up her other bag, this one a plain shopping bag, and started pulling out more presents. “Now there’s a lot of other ways to induce lactation. Since this is America we use drugs for everything. Every woman is different but here I’ve gotten you dietary supplements for blessed thistle, fenugreek, and red raspberry leaf, if you want to go the all-natural route.” She paused and held up a prescription bottle. It was the traditional semi-translucent tan color of prescription bottles, but the label wasn’t from the local CVS. “This is prescription strength domperidone. Yeah, I got it in Canada. Don’t ask; long story. I thought my supply was drying up so I got some. It’ll work great on you. If it doesn’t start your milk flowing, nothing will.” Anne smiled confidently, assured her friend would soon be joining her in the corps of lactating women.

“I can’t believe I’m considering this,” Eileen said.

Anne shook her head. “You’ve already considered it. It’s all but done.”

Eileen looked up from the pile of presents on her kitchen table. “I haven’t even started yet.”

“All you need is a glass of water, a few pills, and an electric outlet to power the pump.”

“Why are you pushing me so hard to do this?” She had picked up the fenugreek bottle and now placed it back on the table with a slightly trembling hand.

Taking a careful, deep breath Anne started the speech she had memorized. “Remember when we were considering getting vibrators way back when. And how nervous and scared we were—those were crazy times, huh?”

Eileen nodded.

“Anyway, we did the whole mail order thing because the internet back then wasn’t so reliable and no way were we walking into Adult Outlet, right? We even used a fake name if I remember, as if the mailman didn’t know what was in the plain brown envelope. More importantly, he probably didn’t care. And then we got them and we were afraid to try them but we finally did and I had the most mind-blowing incredible orgasm of my life.” Her eyes went dreamy. “I still think about Big Blue. He died too soon. Some great memories there.” She shook her head. “Anyway, my sex life would have sucked without Big Blue. I needed a vibrator to learn how to really enjoy sex. Didn’t you?”

“Um, yeah, kind of,” Eileen laughed uncomfortably. She had never had trouble achieving orgasm like Anne had years ago. All she needed was a confident man who knew what he was doing or a good fantasy and her strong fingers.

“Lactation is the next step of your sexual awakening,” Anne told her. “Imagine the best orgasm you’ve ever had. Then increase the intensity by a factor of ten. That’s sex when you’re nursing your partner. And he’ll want more and more of you. You won’t be able to get rid of him.”

“I won’t?”

“Nope.”

Eileen was still hesitant to begin. Anne knew what she needed to do. Being bold she reached out and put her fingers on her friend’s shirt, unfastening the top button.

“What are you doing?” Eileen asked, shocked.

“Helping you along. Get your shirt and bra off.” Anne wasn’t screaming at her or threatening her, but the voice she used was one of command. Eileen followed orders. She unbuttoned her shirt exposing her plain white bra that was pure practicality.

“Everything off,” Anne said as she plugged in the breast pump’s motor and prepared the bottles and tubes.

Slowly Eileen complied. Her nipples hardened in the cool air. She was afraid. She didn’t know what was about to happen. Somehow she thought that it would be more erotic getting her milk to start flowing but this was almost pure mechanics.

“These are the horns,” Anne said giving her topless friend the soft plastic funnels. “Press them to your breasts. Make sure the nipples are centered exactly on the opening to the tubes. I’ve connected the bottles not that you’ll be producing anything right now but because the pump doesn’t work without them in place. The tubes run the air suction. You control the on/off rate of the pump by the little lever on the horns where you hold them. Easy as that.”

She flipped the switch and the pump shuddered to life. It sounded like the electric pump Eileen used on her bicycle tires. It was the same principle. Automatically she pressed the lever and her nipples were drawn impossibly deep into the horns’ tubes.

“Ahh!” she cried out in pain and tried to pull the horns off her breasts.

That made the pain worse.

Anne reached for the pump and adjusted the dial. “It was on the highest setting,” she explained sheepishly. “Is that better?”

“Ouch,” commented Eileen. She had released the lever right after Anne had adjusted the dial, but her nipple was still in pain.

“Try it again,” Anne urged . Eileen nodded and allowed the suction to resume. This time it was gentle. Too gentle; it barely pulled her nipples at all.

“A little more,” she urged and Anne slowly dialed up the power. She watched, fascinated, as her nipples were steadily pulled into the long tubes, each time a little further. It wasn’t painful, but rather interesting, as if a lover was sucking on her, but without the moisture and passion.

“That’s good,” she said when the suction reached a point that bordered on pain. It took several cycles for her to understand the combination of pleasant sensations and the edge of pain.

“It’s mesmerizing,” Anne said as she watched her friend’s nipples being drawn into the device. “I think you’ve got the tits for this.”

That made Eileen laugh. “Really? Are you the expert?”

Her smile said everything. “You see any other expert in this room?” She turned and drew herself a glass of water from the faucet. Eileen watched her tits in the horns. Anne proceeded to open two bottles of pills, the fenugreek and domperidone. “Take these every day. It’ll help your milk come in faster.”

She motioned for Eileen to open her mouth. When she did so Anne placed the two pills on the tongue and held the glass of water to her lips. It was a surprisingly intimate act. Eileen couldn’t resist; her hands were occupied with the breast pump and she wanted to follow Anne’s lead.

“Is this stuff safe?” She asked a little late after swallowing the pills.

Anne shrugged. “Safe enough. It’s what a lot of adoptive moms go through to start lactating before the adopt newborns.”

“Oh.”

They allows the pump to run a good twenty minutes before Anne decided it was enough. “You’ll need to do this every morning and when you get home from work and right before you go to bed,” she instructed. The horns came off and they stared at Eileen’s distended breast and nipples. Anne wanted to caress her friend’s breasts to wipe away the lingering pain, but she held back.

“What is it like when you’re actually pumping milk?” Eileen asked.

Anne licked her lips and opened up her shirt revealing a nursing bra that she lowered the flap to.

“Oh,” Eileen commented. “You come prepared.”

“I’ve found it easier to wear a nursing bra most of the time. Chris likes the easy access and I like the pockets for the breast pads.”

“Not very sexy.”

“Depends on your definition of sexy.” Anne turned the pump back on and pressed one horn to her exposed breast. She dialed up the suction and Eileen witnessed a fine spray of milk from Anne’s tit.

“Wow!” She exclaimed as the pump worked Anne’s breast. In short order there was almost an ounce of milk in the bottle. Anne pulled her tit free and offered her friend the collection bottle. “Care for a taste?”

Boldly Eileen took the bottle and upended it into her mouth. She let the liquid linger on her tongue, heavy and sweet, before swallowing. “Delicious.”

Now it was Anne’s turn to be bold. “Care to try it right from the source?”

Eileen remembered her mantra. Be bold. “Sure.”

It took all of Anne’s self-control to not show shock and surprise. She managed the task and opened up her shirt a little more, exposing the full expanse of her breast outlined by the straps of the nursing bra. “Right here or do you want to sit down on the couch or something?” It wasn’t the smoothest way to suggest they be clinical about their little sexual experiment or if they wanted to make it more sensual.

To prove she was all in Eileen said, “The couch. We’re the wrong heights and I don’t want to kneel on the tiles.”

Two truths hid her deception. Eileen was taller than her lactating friend and the floor tiles would be very hard on anyone’s knees. She wanted to feel Anne’s body against hers. She needed the skin-to-skin contact. Turning smartly on her heel Eileen marched out to the living room and sat on her broad couch, patting the cushion next to her for Anne.

It took some maneuvering but eventually they settled on having Anne sit upright with a pair of pillows on her lap to support Eileen’s head. Eileen let Anne take the lead at this point; she was the expert in adult nursing, she had been letting her husband feed on her for years.

“You sure about this?” Anne asked, suddenly unsure if she should be seducing her friend in this manner.

“Yes.” Eileen’s voice as firm and confident. She masked her nervousness well until she rested her head on the pillows and found herself staring directly at Anne’s heavy breast. She wasn’t exactly intimidated by it, but it was the first time she had ever been that close to anyone else’s breast other than her own.

It was scary.

It was also a bit exciting.

“Ready?” Anne asked.

Eileen could see the fine details in the nipple and breast. Anne’s skin was milky white, almost too white; it seemed it was the same color as the milk she produced. A few faint blue veins hid right beneath the skin and Eileen imagined she could see Anne’s breast slightly throbbing with her heartbeat. The areola was wrinkled up and puckered which in turn had caused the nipple to grow erect. The nipple was darker than Eileen had remembered and was beautiful in its own right.

Was she secretly bisexual? She was turned on, but was her lust because of Anne’s presence of the idea she was once again experimenting with something new and different. Was nursing from another woman just another item to check off her list of sexual achievements?

As she rested her head on the pillow she considered everything and then saw the tiny globule of milk slowly form on the tip of her nipple. It grew of its own accord and rested happily on Anne’s dusky pink nipple.

Abruptly Eileen’s tongue reached out and licked the sweet droplet away. Anne shivered. Eileen savored the sweet treat in her mouth. She pushed aside all other thoughts and took Anne’s nipple in her mouth. There was nothing wrong with this, it was just two friends sharing, one helping the other.

Anne’s nipple didn’t harden in Eileen’s mouth. It became soft. Eileen gently drew it deeper and created a bit of suction. To her surprise she could feel the tiny spray of milk inside her mouth and she audibly swallowed. It was such a surprise she missed the sweet taste.

Almost immediately she let the breast fall from her mouth. “Wow, that was a lot.”

Anne had to resist stroking her friend’s face like she did to Chris when they were nursing together. “Sometimes when I start I have a pretty strong spray, especially if I’ve been primed a bit.”

Neither of them wanted to say if she had been primed by the erotic tension or the breast pump, or both.

Eileen nodded and went back to the breast. She drew the nipple and all the areola into her mouth and Anne sighed contentedly. The milk started flowing and Eileen set up a steady rhythm of suck and swallow. It was completely different from giving a blowjob, there was steady sucking and swallowing instead of just heavy sucking followed by the quick decision at the end to swallow or turn her head.

It was enjoyable and relaxing. She allowed herself to get lost in the moment. Time was lost to her as she cupper her friend’s breast with her hand and happily emptied all the milk she had to offer.

Anne’s movements disturbed Eileen from her nursing. Anne was shifting position and moving her arm and hand under the pillows. “Am I disturbing you?” Anne asked quietly.

Eileen took a quick break from feeding. “No,” she said and went right back to tasting the sweet and luscious milk now steadily flowing. The movement continued and only then did Eileen realize her friend was jilling off.

Was that allowed?

Obviously it was but it seemed odd and wrong to do this first time. Eileen opened her eyes and looked up at her friend. Anne’s eyes were closed, her head was back, and her lips were parted as she breathed heavily under the twin erotic assault on her breast and pussy.

She was beautiful in the midst of the moment of passion. Eileen didn’t want to disappoint Anne so she kept sucking even as she watched Anne get herself off. Anne took a long time to warm up and reach a climax. It seemed like forever, not that Eileen minded; nursing had become sensual and relaxing. She could stay at the breast all day if need be.

Then there was an irresistible urge in her loins. Eileen realized her panties were wet and she needed a little orgasm as well. With a mental shrug she pushed her hand inside her stretchpants and into her undies. She was wet, sopping. It was easy to find her clit and set up a matching stroke that worked well with the sucking.

Too soon Anne groaned and then squealed. Though she tried to muffle the noise of her orgasm, it was obvious what had just happened because she wasn’t able to prevent her hips from bucking up. All through Anne’s climax Eileen didn’t release her breast or stop sucking. Anne’s eyes popped open and saw Eileen staring at her. She smiled nervously. Seeing that the perfect moment was going to pass Eileen rubbed furiously at her clit and pushed herself over the edge to her own orgasm.

Only then did she let go of Anne’s drained tit. They caught each other’s glances and laughed nervously.

“Is that allowed?” Eileen asked as she lifted her head off the pillows and pulled her hand from her pants.

“What?” Anne said innocently.

“Cumming while nursing,” Eileen said bluntly.

“I try to get off every time Chris nurses,” Anne said only half answering the question.

“Do you masturbate to do it?” Eileen sat up and absently wiped at her cheek where a bit of milk and saliva had dribbled down.

“Sometimes. Sometimes we have sex. It’s best when I’m on top and he nurses while we have sex.”

“Oh.” Eileen couldn’t look her friend in the eye. She could smell the scent of her pussy on her fingers. She wondered if the same was true of Anne. “Have you ever done this before?”

Anne shook her head as she lifted the flap of her bra back into place hiding her nipple away. She began to button her shirt. “No. Only Chris has ever nursed from me.” She paused. “Well, and little Eddie.”

“Is Chris going to be upset with me?”

Anne laughed. “No. He left the breast you just emptied full this morning because I was coming over to give you the starter pack.” She rested her hand on her friend’s shoulder. “He wanted you to nurse from me.”

“That’s strange.”

“I liked it,” Anne said.

There was a long pause. “So did I.”

 

Eileen’s body was practically singing by the time Steve got to her place. He was barely through the door when she attacked him and pulled him to the bedroom.

“Whoa. What’s gotten into you?” he asked as she started stripping off his clothes.

“Does it matter?” she asked. “Just be happy you’re the beneficiary.”

Soon she had all of his clothes off but for his boxers when she realized she was the one who needed to be naked. She pushed him down onto the bed where he landed in a sitting position and bounced up and down a few time, half to enjoy the spring of the mattress, half to show his eagerness. Grinning, she yanked off her shirt and bra in the same motion, and then quickly wiggled out of her yoga pants leaving her only in her very tiny panties. Maybe she should have done it more slowly, stripped for his pleasure, put on a show, but it was too late. Eileen moved forward and circled her arms around his neck.

Like any man he kissed her skin and turned his head seeking out her nipple. With a subtle twist of her torso she helped him find it and sighed heavily when he drew her sensitive flesh into his mouth. “Oh, that feels good,” she moaned. It felt good, but there was also a touch of pain and soreness after two usages of her new breast pump. She ignored the pain. She would get by the pain.

“You like that?” he mumbled into her soft flesh.

“I love that. Do it more.”

His mouth continued to suck and she knelt on the bed, her knees on either side of his thighs, slowly they collapsed to the bed and she rolled to her side. He rolled with her and tried to get on top.

“No, suck on them, bite them,” she encouraged him.

“Like this?” he asked taking a little nibble.

She giggled and put her hand over his boxers. He was erect and straining to escape. He’d had to wait. Steve had other duties to attend at the moment. He didn’t know it yet but he was going to help bring in her milk.

“Play with my tits,” she begged, drawing his hand up to her free breast. Encouraged by her words and behavior Steve pinched her nipple and she shivered in delight. “More. Harder.”

It wouldn’t be hard to hook him, she reflected as she slowly massaged his cock through his boxers. It would just take a little time.

 

 

Chapter Five

 

She allowed him plenty of time to acclimate to her newest request in bed and then rolled on top of his body. “Take off your boxers,” she told him.

Steve followed orders, struggling a bit to divest himself of his underwear, but eventually kicked the garment free. He pressed upward with his hips, running the tip of his cock between her buttocks. As much as Steve tried it was impossible for him to penetrate very far because Eileen had wisely chosen a very traditional pair of cotton bikini panties that day. They might have been cute with little kittens frolicking all over her nethers, but more importantly they were effective in preventing any accidental penetration of her pussy. Eileen would decide when she was going to be fucked, not Steve.

“I want to fuck you,” Steve begged as he grasped her hips and kept trying to push through the material. He knew she was teasing him, that was half the game and half the fun. He was waiting for her to give him permission as he ogled her bouncing breasts.

“I know you do,” she said. “But tonight, I’m on top and I’m in charge. Okay?”

“Okay,” he quickly agreed figuring that was the best way to get laid tonight.

“And you have to play with my boobs. Pinch them, squeeze them, suck them.”

For just a moment Steve stopped in his awkward thrusting at her protected pussy.

“Really?” he asked, intrigued.

“Uh-huh,” Eileen replied with enthusiasm. “Unless you really don’t want to…”

Steve champed at the bit. “I want to!”

She laughed and rolled off him, quickly pulled off her kitten covered panties, and straddled his hips again. “Ready?”

It was an instance of not having to be asked twice. Steven thrusted upwards once and sank his thick cock into Eileen’s wet pussy. They both moaned together savoring the joining of their flesh. “That feels wonderful,” she told him.

“Uh-huh,” Steve replied absently as he reached up to palm both of her breasts. They weren’t the biggest ones that Steve had ever had the pleasure of knowing intimately, but they were among the best. Not too small, nicely shaped and topped with small but perfectly formed dusty brown nipples. Eileen had never urged him to play with them before, but there was no reason for him to refuse. After a minute’s massage combined with Eileen riding his cock up and down, she pushed his hands away and leaned forward, offering her breasts to his mouth. “Suck,” she urged him.

Steve responded to her request. He had no idea what he was getting into.

 

The next morning after Steve had left after a good morning fuck, and Eileen had used her pump for a good twenty minutes, she called Anne. “I did it,” she announced.

“Did what?” a sleepy Anne asked as she yawned into the phone.

“Got Steve to suck on my nipples while we had sex. I think he liked it.”

“Of course he liked it. He’s a man.”

“I liked it.”

“Good. You’re supposed to. Did he…” Anne glanced around to make sure Chris wasn’t listening. He was too busy with Eddie at the moment. “Did he make you cum from your breasts alone?”

Eileen shook her head and then realized Anne couldn’t see that. “No. Almost. But no. I wanted to…”

“It’ll come,” Anne said and giggled at her pun. “Don’t forget to take your pills.”

“Right,” Eileen agreed as she opened up her bottles and prepared herself for a long journey. Oddly, she was excited and nervous about what she was going to do to her body and Steve’s mind.

 

For several weeks Eileen didn’t notice any change in her breasts at all. She kept using the breast pump three times a day. At first it was a little painful, then true soreness set in, but she kept using the pump. After a while she had to concede that maybe her nipples were a little bigger, but her overall breast size was the same. She took her pills even though one of them would occasionally give her an upset stomach. It was hard for her to narrow down which one so she always made sure to drink plenty of water with them. Sex with Steve was the best part of the deal; it was more frequent, maybe a little rougher, but with plenty of attention directed toward her tits. Eileen had grown to love having her boobs played with. Steve certainly didn’t mind and how quickly learned the best way to get her in the mood for more sex was to gently massage her breasts. Sometimes just grabbing them from behind was enough to moisten her panties. In the middle of sex she loved to have them pinched and bitten. And sucked. She found herself constantly offering her nipples to her lover. Eileen found herself on more than one occasion riding his cock and then leaning back to show off in front of him, playing with her nipples, squeezing them, teasing Steve with the show.

Her first breast orgasm cam unexpectedly. Eileen wished it had been pure but it was good enough. They were having sex, she was on top and they were taking it slow; it had been a long day at work for both of them and they wanted to relax. His cock was in her pussy but he wasn’t thrusting and she was only gently rocking her hips back and forth very slowly. Eileen leaned forward and Steve’s lips sought out her nipple. As she supported her weight with one hand, she pinched her free nipple with the other. Steven sucked her breast deep into his mouth. She pinched herself as hard as she dared and it happened. The orgasm wasn’t powerful, but it shook her body and her eyes popped open as she leaned back, pulling her tit from his mouth.

“I came!” she announced.

“Yeah. So?” Steve replied, upset that his fleshy pink treat had been taken away. He had become so used to nursing on her nipples that when he was denied, he became sulky. Both of them hadn’t yet picked up on this behavior because Eileen was usually quick to put her breast back where he and she both wanted it.

“It was from my tits! Not from my pussy!”

Steve was nonplussed. “Oh.”

“Don’t you get it?” she asked him. “Every time I’ve ever come in my life it was because of my clit or pussy or both. You’ve given me my first breast orgasm. Or is it a nipple orgasm. What’s the right term?”

“You’re welcome,” he said feeling proud of himself. “Was it that different from other orgasms?”

“Completely, but I can’t explain it. It just originated somewhere else instead of where I was expecting it?”

“Want to do it again?”

“Uh-huh!” she said and leaned back down so he could nurse from her. Her next orgasm was from her clit, but that was okay. She was determined he would make her cum from her tits again.

 

When Eileen reported her success to Anne her friend replied, “You know lots of women can do that, right?”

“I know, but it’s the first time for me. Sheesh. Let me have a little happiness.”

“Any milk yet?” Anne asked. They were both getting worried. Everything Anne had read and knew from experience told her it shouldn’t take more than a month for Eileen’s milk to develop and flow. The combination of pump, pills, and oral stimulation should have been enough. It had been over a month. Anne was starting to think everything they were using was overkill.

“No.” Eileen’s voice was flat, emotionless. The two women had almost been avoiding each other since their episode on the couch of near-mutual masturbation. Eileen wondered if a woman’s touch was exactly what she needed right now.

“Do they feel any different at all? Bigger, firmer, harder, heavier? Anything?”

“I don’t know.”

“Check them right now,” Anne demanded.

Eileen cradled the phone between ear and shoulder to give hersel