0 comments/ 275280 views/ 24 favorites Got Milk? By: Labyrinth Jennifer looked nervously at the clock. It was exactly 30 seconds past the time it was last time she looked. The ticking of the clock was out of time with the mechanical rhythm of the double electric breast pump which only added to her growing agitation. Her engorged breasts were filled to bursting but in spite of her obvious abundance of milk, the pump was only producing a trickle. She turned the pump up to ‘full’ and whimpered softly as the increased pressure sucked mercilessly on her aching nipples. The trickle increased slightly, but not enough. She looked at the clock again. Scott would be here any minute and she’d only managed to pump 2 of the 8 oz she still needed to leave so that he could feed the baby while she was at work. In desperation she began to massage her breasts, trying to speed up the process. Just then, she heard the knock at the door. With 6 more oz to go, she knew that she couldn’t stop now so she yelled for him to come in. Jennifer’s face flushed with embarrassment when she saw the look on 18 year old Scott’s face. She imagined how it must look and immediately regretting allowing him to see her this way. He was just out of high school and would be off to college after the summer. “I’m sorry, I know this looks awful, but I’m having a hell of a time getting enough milk to leave for you” she said apologetically. Scott recovered quickly. “No,” he stammered, “it’s just that I wasn’t expecting it. I always figured that the milk in the fridge was the kind that came out of a can.” He had not taken his eyes off of her for a second and Jennifer noticed the look on his face change from shock to fascination. “How does it work?” Scott asked. “Well, its kind of hard to explain,” Jennifer said hesitantly, “but if you really want to know, come over here and I’ll show you.” Scott’s eyes widened and he practically sprinted across the room. Jennifer questioned the appropriateness of what she was about to do but decided to go ahead with it in the name of education since he seemed so interested. The machine was still whirring and sucking as Scott watched with growing interest. Jennifer explained how it worked all the while juggling the pump with one hand and massaging her breasts with the other. “So what does the rubbing do? I mean, how you’re rubbing them with your hand?” Scott asked. Jennifer flushed with embarrassment. “I’m sorry Scott… this must be really awkward for you. The baby’s sleeping. Why don’t you just go watch TV? I’ll let you know when I’m done here” she said softly. “No.. It’s ok, really!” Scott protested. “Look, I don’t know a lot about breastfeeding but I can see that you’re not getting anywhere Mrs. Carpenter. Why don’t you let me help?” “Oh no, I couldn’t… I wouldn’t feel comfortable with that and I certainly couldn’t ask you to do that” Jennifer spluttered, now more embarrassed than ever. She cursed herself for letting herself get into this position. “I’m not some little kid Mrs. Carpenter.” Scot replied. Sure, it’s new to me but I can see that you’re having trouble and I’d like to help if I can. I can also see that you’re already late for work. So just tell me what to do and we’ll get this bottle filled up and you out the door, ok?” Her breasts were on fire with engorgement now and her nipple couldn’t take much more of this sucking. She knew he was right so with a sigh, Jennifer said “You’re right. And god knows I could use the help.” Scott stood behind her, reached over and started to massage her swollen breasts. At first Jennifer felt ashamed but she tried to relax, knowing that unless she did, her milk would continue to come out in drops. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back. His hands did feel good. Scott continued to massage her breasts and before long, the milk began to flow. A trickle at first and then more, and more. He was leaning over her now, his arms aching but he was enjoying this too much to stop! Jennifer inhaled his fresh masculine scent as his strong hands kneaded her breasts in a hypnotic rhythm and was shocked to feel a tingle between her legs. This startled her enough that she opened her eyes. The bottle was full! She switched off the machine and the room was silent. “Well,” she said with a bit of a giggle, “this is awkward!” Her cheeks flushed as she disconnected the machine and got up to put the bottle in the fridge. “Not at all Mrs. Carpenter, I was glad I could help. I know how important it is to you to breastfeed the baby” Scott said graciously. “Anything I can do to help… just ask!” Jennifer appreciated how cool Scott was being about this more than she could say. She didn’t have time to linger though. She was very late for work now! She thanked Scott profusely and gave him some last minute instructions as she flew out the door. By the time she got to the stop sign at the end of the street it became obvious to Jennifer that she had another problem. Her panties were soaking wet. Flustered, embarrassed & late, she struggled out of them as she pulled onto the freeway. It was going to be a long day. And a long day it was. Jennifer found it hard to concentrate on her spreadsheets. Thoughts of that morning permeated her thoughts. She knew it was wrong but she just couldn’t stop thinking about it and by lunch time there was nothing left to do but head for the ladies room, lock herself in a stall, and get off. Hoping that it was just some strange hormonal reaction, Jennifer attacked her work ferociously that afternoon. By 5:00 she was pretty pleased that she had managed to chase almost all of those thoughts from her mind. Her breasts were aching again as she got in the car for the drive home. She hoped that the baby would be awake when she got home so she could feed him and get some relief. Her wet panties lay on the passenger seat as evidence of this morning’s escapade. She felt her face flush and that tingle between her legs jolted her again. She punched the buttons on the radio looking for some talk radio to take her mind off of the heat which was building inside her but it was no use. She felt a familiar tingle in her breasts and sure enough, she began to leak. By the time she got home she was a mess. She tried to duck in quietly to change her shirt before Scott noticed she was home but it was no use. He was sitting right there in the living room watching TV when she walked in the door. “Looks like you had a rough day!” he said warmly. “Well, you’ll be happy to know that the baby is asleep so you can just put your feet up and relax for a while. Took me forever to get him down for a nap but he finally went down about 10 minutes ago.” Jennifer nearly burst into tears. She couldn’t very well wake him up after only 10 minutes. She fished in her wallet for money to pay Scott. “Anything I can do before I go?” Scott asked. “Well, you can haul that wretched pump in here for me… that would be great” Jennifer said as she found the cash and placed it on the table. “You’re not going to use that horrible thing again today are you?” Scott asked. “Well it’s either that or wake the baby up. I’ve got a bit of a problem her as you can see” she said motioning to the wet stains on the front of her shirt. Scott disappeared into the kitchen and Jennifer slumped down on the couch and closed her eyes. She heard him come back in a moment later. “The money’s on the table. Thanks a lot for everything today Scott. I’ll see you tomorrow.” But Scott didn’t leave. She felt him sit down next to her and she opened her eyes. He turned so that his body was facing hers and looked at her intently. Jennifer opened her mouth to say something but he silenced her with a finger over her lips. Then slowly, he began to unbutton her blouse, and then unclasped the clasp in the front of her bra, freeing her filled to bursting breasts. Again Jennifer started to object but Scott just said “shhhhhhhhhh…….” and ran his fingers over her hot breasts. Milk collected on her nipples, dripping into her lap. Scott caught a drip with his finger and licked it off. Jennifer didn’t know what to say. “It seems to me that there is a very obvious solution to this problem” Scott almost whispered. “Do you want me to help you?” Jennifer moaned and tried to say no but the pressure in her breasts was overpowering. Scott asked again and she gave in to her more primal urges and whispered “yes.” Scott leaned forward and took her nipple into his mouth. Gently and tentatively at first, he began to suck. Jennifer closed her eyes again and let go of all her tension and misgivings. He began sucking harder, hungrily and she could hear him swallowing great mouthfuls of her sweet milk. When her breast was no longer aching with fullness, he switched to her other breast. Jennifer grabbed a cushion and placed it on her lap so he could rest his head while he sucked. His strong mouth tugged on her nipple, milking it with long slow sucks. She tried not to notice that with one hand he was stroking himself through his trousers but she found that she could not tear her eyes away. “Let me help you with that” she whispered into his ear as she ran her hand down to undo his jeans. Jennifer slipped her hand into the teenager’s boxers and grasped his hot throbbing cock firmly. Scott continued to drink as she stroked him. She felt him growing harder in her hand and was unable to deny the growing hunger inside her. Now that the pain in her breasts had abated she was feeling nothing but bliss as Scott sucked and nibbled on her ripe nipples. He was moaning softly as she pumped his cock with her hand. His mouth was sending waves of pleasure surging through her whole body. Scott’s hand rested on her thigh and she thought she would die if he didn’t slip it under her skirt and touch her. She started rocking her hips to the rhythm of his sucking and as if on cue, Scott’s hand slowly started moving up her thigh. When it finally reached the soft wet skin of her pussy Jennifer moaned a long, aching moan and she bore down against his fingers which slipped easily inside her. His thumb found her hard clit which he rubbed as he slid his fingers in and out of her. She felt his cock jump in her hand and she increased her strokes in response. Reeling in ecstasy, Jennifer lost herself in the sensory symphony being played through her body. She heard her own voice crying out but it seemed far away. The physical sensations mingled with her passion and desire culminating in an explosive climax. She wasn’t fully aware that Scott too was also erupting in orgasm. His hot, teenage cum was dripping down her hand as her nipple slipped out his mouth. When Jennifer woke up, it was getting dark. Scott was gone and she could hear the baby stirring on the monitor on the coffee table. There was no evidence of what had happened other than her wet skirt so for a moment she wondered if she had dreamed it. But the scent of him was all over her. She lifted he pillow where he had lay his head to her face and breathed in his scent. Shame and embarrassment made way for contentment and satisfaction. The warm afterglow stayed with her the rest of the night and as she drifted off to sleep she found her way into his arms. Got Milk? Lauren greeted me barefoot at the porch door dressed in a denim mini-skirt and a white cotton T-shirt. She obviously wasn't wearing a bra. Her shirt clung to her breasts revealing a perfect roundness and the stark definition of partially erect nipples. They were larger than normal, for she had a four-month-old child and she was still breastfeeding. I tried to get as much as an eyeful as I could without being obvious. "Hi there," she said. "Thanks for coming on Friday. Sorry about the mix up." I was involved in a multi-level marketing business with Lauren and her husband, and every Thursday I would come to her house and pick up products that I had ordered. Lauren had called me to tell me the delivery truck had been delayed and asked if I could come by on Friday this week instead. I didn't question the change and told her that it wouldn't be a problem. "Where is everybody?" I asked. Normally there was a crowd of people who came at the same time for the same reason I was there. "Oh, they all managed to come by earlier, so it's just you this evening." This was fine with me. I could dispense with the social bullshit and get my ass out of there early. I entered the kitchen and headed over to my pile of products in the corner. Lauren closed the door behind me and I thought I heard the click of the lock, or maybe it was just the latch. Either way, I thought this was rather odd for a warm summer evening, but I didn't question it and began sorting through my order. Lauren left the room to get her baby daughter, then returned and sat down at the kitchen table. I glanced up to try and get another peak at her wonderful melons. Lauren was only a year older than I was and managed to look stunning even while slumming around the house. She had short auburn hair and sharp blue eyes that gave her the look of a cover girl. She had quickly lost the weight she had gained during her pregnancy and had already returned to her former petite size. I had lusted after her since the first day I met her, but out of respect of her marriage and her husband, those thoughts remained hidden in my fantasy vault. "You don't mind if I feed Alison, do you?" she asked. "Excuse me?" "I have to breast feed Alison. You don't mind do you?" "Oh. Sure, I don't mind at all." Actually I did mind. How could I sit here and not try and sneak a peak at this spectacle? It was both a dream and a nightmare come true. There was always the chance I might catch a quick glimpse of a naked breast, but if she caught me she would think I was a total perve. I don't know why breast-feeding is such a turn on, but I am always put into this dilemma when some mother decides to whip out the old milk bar in public. I would think other guys must feel the same way. You can see them all looking around the room, trying not to be obvious about not looking, but wishing to catch a peek nonetheless. I glanced up quickly to see what was going on and was delighted to see that she was too busy fussing with the baby to notice I was watching. She held the infant in the crook of one arm and worked her shirt up with the other. With a final yank, she lifted the hem above her breast and then hesitated. It was a beautiful site, a perfectly round pink areola against milky white flesh. I couldn't believe my luck. She drew the baby's face near the nipple and shifted forward, but the toddler did not seem interested. "Come on, Sweetie-pie, aren't you hungry tonight?" she asked. All at once I felt a tent pole starting to press against my loose shorts and I had to look away. I was well hidden behind my pile of boxes, but I would have to stand up at some point and I would look pretty stupid with a raging hard on. How fucking embarrassing that would be? "Rats, she just doesn't seem to want to eat right now." Lauren lowered her shirt back down, got up from the table and hurried out of the room. She returned a few minutes later without the baby. I looked up and her nipples were now pointed like nail heads ready to tear through her tight T-shirt. She opened one of the lower cupboards and poked around for a few seconds looking for something. "Shoot," she mumbled. "Where the heck did I put that?" She rummaged through another cupboard and then sat back and with her chin in her hand. "What am I going to do now?" "What's wrong?" I asked. "Oh, I can't seem to find my breast pump." "That's too bad. I don't have mine on me either." She tilted her head sideways and flashed a cute smile. "Why do you need your breast pump?" I asked. "Well, I'm in somewhat of a predicament. Allison isn't hungry right now, but I'm lactating and I really need to purge my milk glands. I normally use my pump when this happens, but I think I left it at work. Sometimes the pressure builds up and it can get pretty uncomfortable." "That sounds rough," I replied, "one of the many tribulations of motherhood." "Yeah, you said it." Lauren got up and sat at the table. I watched her out of the corner of my eye and she appeared to be in deep thought. After a few moments she said "Say, do you think…" her voice trailed off. "No, I couldn't ask you that." "What's that?" I asked. "It's really kind of embarrassing. I shouldn't have said anything." "Try me. Now you've got me curious." "Well, have you ever tasted breast milk?" I swallowed hard. "Ahhh, not that I can really remember. Why?" "No, I just couldn't. It would be asking too much." My tongue had just become a piece of wood. "Don't feel that way," I said. "I certainly would like to help out in any way I could," my voice cracked. "Well" she said "I just need to take a little of the pressure off until Allison is ready to eat, and I was wondering if maybe you could help me. I really don't know what else to do. I would ask Michael but he won't be back for hours." My half-mast tent pole instantly became a full grown hard wood. "I don't think that would be a problem at all. I would be glad to help." "Oh that's great. I knew you would understand. I really don't know what else I would have done. I know it's asking a lot." "Really, it's no problem." I grabbed a notebook and covered the bulge in my groin as I stood up. "What would you like me to do?" She moved forward in her chair. "Well, I think right here is fine. Just come over here." As I moved toward her, she began to raise her shirt, this time with both hands. I knelt in front of her. "That's fine. Just go ahead, just like a baby would." She lifted the shirt above her breasts, fully exposing both of them and forming a small tent over my head. I paused as I leaned forward and drank in their beauty. They were perfectly round and beautifully swollen. Her nipples seemed impossibly hard and long. The one on the left was leaking slightly so I decided to start with that one. As my mouth approached her nipple she leaned towards me and I took it between my lips. It felt as hard as it looked and it instantly gushed a warm, rusty tasting liquid into my mouth. I heard her gasp slightly and she leaned towards me. I sucked slowly and felt the nipple enter further into my mouth as the soft flesh of her breast gave way to the pressure. I could feel her breath quicken as she leaned even harder into my face. As I continued to suck and swallow her milk, I began to work the base of her nipple with my tongue. I couldn't help it. It was habit. She breathed even harder and suddenly straightened herself after pitching slightly to the side. "Oh, that's nice. You're dong just fine," she gasped, "now the other one." I released my hold on her with a pop and slowly switched to her right breast, pausing again to marvel at its luscious beauty. Her right nipple had also begun to leak and seemed to be bursting out of its skin. I gently took it into my mouth and felt the same explosion as I had before. She slipped her shirt over the back of my neck and pulled my head closer, letting out a soft moan. I slowly drew my tongue back and forth across her nipple as her hot liquid ran down my throat. She released her grip on her shirt and reached down with her right hand. Finding my left hand on the edge of the chair, she grabbed it and pulled it slowly up her torso to her right breast and then left it there. I could not believe this was happening. I felt its heavy load in my hand and squeezed it gently. I then found her pencil eraser nipple and lightly rubbed it. A little stream of her milk ran down my fingers. She moaned again and slightly shuttered. Each time I sucked, I opened my mouth a little further letting more of her soft flesh in. Soon my mouth was full of her, but I continued to rub her nipple hard against the bent tip of my tongue and drink down her nectar. Her breathing continued to quicken and I could feel moisture building up on her body. I don't think my cock had ever been so hard. All of a sudden I felt the top of her foot graze the underside of my erection. She stopped when she found my hard flesh, and then pushed up against it, rubbing slightly forward and backward a few times. "Oh," she breathed. "This isn't very fair to you. I'm afraid I haven't been very sensitive to your needs." She paused between her words as if she had just run some wind sprints. "You helped me out and I need to return the favor." She pulled the shirt off the back of my head and removed it completely from her body, letting it drop behind her to the floor. I backed off of her and stood up, this time not bothering to hide my throbbing pole. She reached forward and pulled both my shorts and underwear down together, being careful to maneuver the waistband around my turgid beast. Her hair brushed against it as she pulled the shorts down around my ankles and the softness nearly made me explode. She stood up and grabbed my arms, turning me around. "Here, sit down." She completed the turn and sat me on the chair, easing me all the way back. She reached beneath her short skirt and removed her panties. Wasting no time, she lifted the front of her skirt and moved forward over my lap. "It's OK," she breathed. "I'm back on the pill". With this, she held my shaft and lowered herself onto it. I had no trouble entering her because she was already soaking wet. I couldn't believe I was inside her. She was boiling hot and instantly enveloped my entire phallus up to the base of the shaft. I had to concentrate to keep from exploding. She planted her feet on both sides of the chair so she could lift herself back up. She then took her breast and held it back up to my mouth. "Please, continue," she gasped. I quickly complied, once again taking her nipple into my mouth and sucking, harder this time. She lifted herself up, then let slid back down. Then pushed back up, and then came down harder. She continued to pump up and down. Each time she came down she ground her pelvis into my lap, pushing forward. I matched her rhythm, thrusting upwards as best I could to meet her as she pounded back into me. I didn't know how long I was going to last. I wanted to give in to my pleasure and release the agonizing pressure in my loins, but I also wanted to make this last as long as I could. I concentrated on her breast and continued to suck down her sweet juice. I held one breast in my hand and helped her move up and down for a few pumps, then switched my mouth to her other breast and continued to drink from her. "Oh yes. Oh yes. That's it. Ohhhhh." The speed of her up and down motion began to pick up, and each time she dropped it was a little harder. She grabbed the back of my head with one hand and pushed it hard into her heaving chest. I was afraid to let go now for fear of not being able to latch back on. I sucked harder and pulled as much of her into my mouth as I could. "Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh," she squealed, each time she pounded down. I could feel shocks go through her body and her pussy began to constrict harder around me. She tightened up each time she lifted and seemed to suck me up with her. Finally she was going too fast and I could no longer hold her in my mouth. I released her and she grabbed the back of the chair with both hands. She tossed her head back and I clasped onto both of her breasts as she wildly pumped up and down. "Ahhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhh!!!" She was shrieking now. As she entered her orgasm, I gave in to mine and began bucking as I thrust her upward, nearly falling out of the chair. She held us in place with her grip on the top of the chair and then locked her legs around the back. Her body stiffened as she clamped down hard at the height of her orgasm. "Ohhhhh! Ooooo! Ohhhh!" she moaned. I pushed hard and exploded into her. I couldn't stop moving. I didn't want to stop. She wouldn't release her grip. She threw her head forward and bit into my neck. I kept thrusting up into her and she began to tighten up again. "Oh God! Oh God!" she screamed. She then locked her mouth over mine to stifle her scream and her body tightened up again. A shock passed through her followed by a deep shiver. She moaned into my mouth and we began kissing hard, tongues fully entwining each other. I finally stopped thrusting and she hugged me tight against her, an occasional shock still racking her body. We started kissing again, exploring each other's mouths as our heart rates returned to normal. I looked up at her. "Feel better?" I asked. * * * * * This piece was edited by Literotica volunteer editor "Bonesy". "Yes. Much." Got Milk? One time, shortly after the birth of one of our children, we had the opportunity to attend a really neat social function, a dinner and a dance with some good friends. This took a lot of planning on our part because our newest child was only four months old. We had never left him with a sitter, even a grandparent, for any time at all. Needless to say, we were ready to get away for an evening. I had been nursing the baby, so I had to be sure there was enough milk set aside from me to feed him for the night. We were lucky to have plenty of family to do the sitting while we went out, and this was a welcome overnight respite from being mom and dad. Our friends, Dave and Jacki, and Wayne and Annie, had been companions for a long time. The evening was sure to be a success. The party was held at a local resort hotel, a big deal locally, and we were ready. The evening was fantastic, we danced and carried on until late, and I especially had a good time since I hadn't been out in a long while. After it was all over, we headed over to our house for desert and coffee. It was a cold, kind of snowy night, and we lit a fire as soon as we arrived. At this point, I kind of had a problem. I had been joking about it for a little while with everyone. I was just loaded with milk, and no baby to take care of the problem. I was prepared to unload by expressing it, but that was going to take awhile using a breast pump, and it would take me from the party. Jacki, my best friend, kidded me, saying that my husband could take care of the problem. Recently, I had told her that he really liked to have a little taste every once in a while. He really did. He told me that it tasted sweet. It was kind of an uncomfortable idea to me, but it was also kind of sexy at the same time. I enjoyed letting him suck it from me. He really got quite good at doing it. Out loud in front of everybody, Jacki said that she would like to help me out with my problem. Well, this was a new development, kind of. Jackie and I had something of an attraction to each other, but not much had come of it. We had played around some, you know, kisses and pats, but no fem sex, as yet. We both knew that the possibility was out there, but it just hadn't happened yet. She said she was just curious about the milk. That evening I wore a kind of long black dress, nothing formal, but kind of dressy, with thin straps on my shoulder, and a sheer, flower print top over that, closed with one button at the top. I felt real sexy in the dress with my big, full breasts, and kind of uncomfortable at the same time. My husband could not keep his hands off of me, and I had to practically slap him to keep him in line. During the party, Dave and Wayne were very attentive, and obviously attracted to my big titties, brushing them and giving them little squeezes while we danced. For some reason, I didn't feel the need to slap them, funny, huh? Anyway, when we reached home, and Jacki let everyone know about her interest in coming to my aid, my husband took me aside and said that it would be his pleasure to join Jackie in relieving my discomfort. Well, the whole idea was kind of shocking, and, at the same time... Well, I decided to take them up on it. In order to do this, I needed to have some privacy, so I shooed everyone into the kitchen except Jacki. After putting on the coffee and returning to the living room, I turned the stereo on kind of low, with relaxing music playing. I left just one lamp on, with the setting put on low. I went over to the chair that Jackie was sitting in and stood in front of her, removed the sheer top, and then I pushed the straps of my dress down on my arms. She raised her hands and helped me slide into the chair with her. I did my best to relax as she rubbed my tits with her face, kissing each of them all over, and finally placing her lips on a nipple, starting tentatively to suck. A little milk came out. I encouraged her, and she really got into it, making it flow. I had that wonderful feeling that starts at my breast and moves through my body as the milk flows. It takes over and feels so fulfilling. It made me catch my breath, over and over, and it felt so good. With Jacki sucking, it was so sexy. She put her arms around me and really worked on both of them. Things kind of got messy and I was afraid of getting milk on my dress. I kept moving it around and Jacki told me to get up and she would help me out. I stood up, she reached around and slipped the dress off of me. Well, I did have a pair of panties on, black silk with an over-layer of kind of cream colored lace trimming them. I sat down and let her suck. After a few minutes, Dave put his hand on Jackie's shoulder. She looked up and then looked at me. I nodded yes and got up with her, allowing Dave to sit down. I sat in his lap, facing him, and getting on my knees with a knee on each side of him. He hungrily took me into his mouth and started drawing the milk down. He took his mouth away for a moment and it just squirted out onto him. He went to the other breast, and, by moving from one to the other and really sucking, he managed to get them both squirting. At this point, Wayne had to jump in. He pulled me over to the sofa and got me comfortable, lying back against the arm. He got down on the floor and came up beside me while getting on his knees. He started sucking my left breast and kind of surprised me by sliding his hand in my panties. As you can imagine, I was soaking, and trembling, and his hand was both a surprise and a relief. The panties were off in a flash, and Wayne used his fingers and thumb on me while sucking my milk. God, I needed to be fucked. I forced him up and pulled him back to the guest room. Thank goodness his shoes were off so I could help him get his pants off easily I asked him to please fuck me now. I didn't care about anything but being fucked, right now. He was real good at popping the head of his dick in and out of me. He came once, but I needed more. I wanted to come while he was fucking me. It wasn't a tough job getting him ready again. I petted him and kissed my juices off of his cock and sucked him off a little. He wanted me from the rear. I got on my knees on the bed. Wayne took my hips in his hands and spread my cheeks. I could feel his lips and face enter my butt and then his tongue and lips started caressing my... well. Anyway, I backed up into his face and just kind of wiggled. It felt so good. Wayne turned me over, then crawled between my legs and started gently screwing me. He started cumming and squirting. The feeling of being hosed down inside tripped off my shaking and trembling response to him. Needless to say, I was wiped out. I let Wayne get dressed and go back, and I didn't return to the party. Thank goodness everyone stayed out except to change places in the living room. A little later my husband came in and got me pointed toward our bedroom. The next morning he claimed me back, grabbing me after he woke up. His first question, "Got Milk?" Got Milk? I suppose that, like young Rufus in the old song, I have always been a Tit Man. Breasts, boobs, tits, hooters, mammaries - whatever you want to call them, I have always been fascinated by women's breasts. Of all shapes and sizes, the way they jiggle and bounce, the way they feel, the way they look, with or without clothes covering them, the way their nipples protrude -- I love everything about them. The first date I ever went on, a girl named Suzy and I went to a movie together. Within the first 20 minutes of the movie, the female lead was topless on the screen. I had my arm around Suzy's shoulder at the time, but when the leading lady's breasts filled our field of vision, Suzy reached up, grabbed my hand, and pulled it down to her breast. I was stunned; I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. My first date, and she put my hand on her breast! I mean, I'd had plenty of access to glossy magazine photos of bare-breasted (and bare-assed, and even barer than that) women. I knew what naked boobs looked like, and I'd stroked my cock to those photos many times. But the firm, soft, jiggly heft of a real, live, actual woman's breast was orders of magnitude more exciting than a flat, two-dimensional picture of one (or even two). I spent the next two hours squeezing and fondling Suzy's breast, reveling in its soft, round firmness. I could even feel her erect nipples through the fabric of her shirt and her bra. And Suzy, for her part, seemed to enjoy it, too. For me, at least, it was a mind-bending experience. That date was pretty much my initiation into the wonders of the human female breast. Not all of my dates ended with my hand on the girl's boobs, but after that I could never get enough of them -- I LOVED tits! ***** When I was in college, the girls were more sexually adventurous than they'd been in high school. And of course, more sexually mature. Which meant that large, firm breasts were in somewhat more plentiful supply. It was always fun to be with a girl who had really nice tits, and liked to have them played with. Then I could roll around for hours with my face lost in heaven between her tits, squeezing and fondling and licking and sucking them, teasing their nipples, and generally savoring their full splendor, in all its many aspects. ***** In the summer before my last year of college, I was out riding my bicycle one warm day. I'd ridden maybe 25 or 30 miles, when I came upon a woman sitting by the side of the road, with a dejected look on her face. Her bike was lying on the ground next to her, with the rear wheel removed. I pulled off the road. "Need any help?" I asked her. "I flatted," she told me, a look of mild disgust on her face. "It's embarrassing. I really do know enough to have a spare inner tube with me, but I got caught without one." "No problem," I responded. "I've got a tube right here." I rummaged around in my bag and pulled out a spare inner tube. "Here, let me fix it for you." "You don't have to do that." "I know," I said with a wink. I wasn't really meaning to flirt with her; at least, not overtly. But I had noticed that she filled out her cycling jersey quite nicely, and I didn't want to say good-bye to her and move on just yet. I replaced her inner tube, re-attached the wheel to her bike, and pumped it back up to the proper pressure. "There," I said with a satisfied grin, "You're good to go. Where are you headed?" "At this point, just back into town." "Mind if I ride with you?" "Not at all. In fact, I'd like that. I'm Marcy." "I'm Chad." We got back on the road, and I found that Marcy was a strong rider. At times, she would sprint ahead playfully, and I'd have to work to reel her back in, but only after giving myself a few minutes to watch her shapely ass while she turned the pedals. Mostly, though, we were happy just to ride side-by-side and talk, and get to know each other. And I found that we shared a whole range of interests besides cycling. This Marcy was quite a girl. When we got back into town, Marcy turned to me and asked, "Would you like to stop at my place for a while, to cool down?" "Sure," I answered. "I'd like that a lot." We got to her apartment and locked our bikes, and I followed her inside. When we got inside her apartment and closed the door, Marcy took her hair out of its pony-tail and shook it loose. Then, she casually pulled down the zipper of her jersey, trying to release the heat of the ride, and get some cool air on her skin, exposing the dewy inner curves of her breasts in the process. I could see that my initial impression of her generous endowment had not been mistaken. Following her lead, I did likewise; the cool air felt wonderful against my overheated skin. "Would you like anything to drink?" Marcy asked. "Some ice-water? Or maybe a margarita?" "A margarita sounds real nice, if you don't mind." "No trouble at all. In fact, I'll join you in one." "I don't think we'll both fit," I retorted. It was a goofy joke, but she laughed freely. Even if her laughter was faked for my benefit, I was getting to really like this girl. Marcy brought the margaritas and sat next to me at the table. "Thanks for rescuing me," she said with a little smirk. Then she leaned in and kissed me on my lips. Instantly, I felt her tongue probing, seeking entry to my mouth. I opened up and let her in, and immediately, she sought out my tongue, and out two tongues intertwined, while we explored every nook of each other's mouth. Finally, Marcy came up for air. "Shucks, ma'am," I drawled, trying to recover my breath, "'Tweren't nothin'." "I beg to differ," she said. Then she stood up and peeled her jersey back off her shoulders, bringing her breasts into full, open view. I gasped. They were magnificent-- solid C-cups, full and firm and round, with dark pink nipples the size of half-dollars. "You like?" she asked. I grinned. Besides everything else, this girl was bold. Still, I felt I should be clear. "Look, Marcy," I said, "you don't need to repay me with sex for helping you on the road. But just for the record: yeah, I like. A LOT!" She smiled. "I wouldn't do it for 'payment'. But I AM grateful for your help; that was a very kind thing you did for me out there. Besides, I like you. I hope that's OK." "Ummm. . . it's OK with me!" Taking me by the hand, she led me down the hall to her bedroom. "It's just as well we're both all sweaty," she said. "We'll just end up that way, anyway." She sensuously peeled my jersey off me, and ran her hands over my chest. "I like a hairy chest," she said. "I think hairy men are sexy." Damn, this girl was something else! By that point, my cock was well on its way to full erection, and my stretchy cycling shorts did next-to-nothing to conceal it. It stuck out in front of me like a black-draped flagpole. Pre-cum was oozing through the fabric, making a spreading slick circle on the front of my shorts. Marcy saw it, and smiled leeringly at me, then reached down to grip the meat-stick protruding from my crotch, squeezing and stroking it through the token covering of my lycra shorts. "Very nice," she purred. "Come on," she grinned, "let me see it." Looking into my eyes, she peeled my shorts down over my ass, and down my legs, while I stood there dumbly, letting her do as she pleased. When I stepped out of them, I was completely naked. "You have a marvelous cock, Chad," she said, as she began to stroke my naked manhood. She cupped my balls, and I thought I would come right there, before we even got to the bed. I sat down on the bed, and pulled her down with me. I wanted to give proper attention to her incredible tits. While she continued to play with my cock, I leaned over her and began to lick and suck on her breasts, tracing the outline of their roundness with my tongue, wetting every square inch of them. I savored the earthy odor of her glistening skin, kneading one breast with my hand while I sucked on the other one. Her nipples were stiffly erect, and I nibbled at them with my lips, first one, then the other, while Marcy groaned with pleasure. I nestled my face in her ample cleavage and sucked on the skin in the valley between her tits. Marcy groaned. "You're good," she said, breathing more heavily. "I can never get anyone to play with my tits the way I want them to. I love it; thanks." This girl, I thought to myself, is perfect for me; she even likes to have her tits played with. I hopped up and straddled her chest. I ran my cockhead along her cleavage, squeezing pre-cum onto her skin. She knew exactly what I was doing, and reached up to squeeze her tits together around my cock. Slowly, I started to slide my cock back-and-forth in the tight valley thus formed between her tits. My cock would disappear between them, and then, at the top of my stroke, the head would peek out from between her magnificent globes. A few times, Marcy lifted her head to kiss or lick my cockhead at the top of the stroke. I savored the sensation of fucking her beautiful tits, until I felt my balls swelling. "I'm gonna come," I told her. "Yeah -- come on my tits," she gasped. So I released myself to my orgasm, and shot a huge clot of cum onto her upper chest. Then another. And another. It had been a while since I'd had any sex, and it felt like I pumped a whole gallon of cum onto her. Marcy was ecstatic to have me come on her tits like that, and instantly, she was rubbing my cum all over her wonderful tits, until they were wet and shiny with my semen. She smiled up at me. "Better than any skin cream," she said. I think, at that very second, I knew that she had to be my wife. I fell back onto the bed, but I saw that I still had work to do -- she still had her cycling shorts on, and she hadn't come yet. So I slid down to her crotch and peeled her shorts off her -- the crotch-pad was soaked with the juices of her arousal. I inhaled deeply of her musky aroma, and began nuzzling at the soft skin on the inside of her thighs. "Oh!" she cried, "You're going to eat my pussy? You're just too good to be true, aren't you?" "I hope not," I answered. "At least, I'm pretty sure I'm real." I nuzzled and nibbled in circles around her pussy, savoring her thick curly pubic hair, while she writhed and moaned as her arousal grew. Finally, I found her clit, and began licking it with broad, ice-cream strokes, in between sucking on it as if it were a piece of candy (which, as far as I was concerned, it was). "Oh god," she groaned, "that's incredible. Shit, that feels good. . ." In short order, she clamped her legs around my head and bucked her hips against my face. I could taste her thick vaginal juice as she started to come, squirming and twisting against my tongue, sobbing and groaning as her climax overtook her. By the time her orgasm began to subside, I was hard again, and I slid up between her legs, positioning my cockhead against her opening. Looking into her eyes, I silently asked permission. She nodded. "Put it in me," she panted. She groaned again as I entered her, slowly but persistently, until my pubic bone bumped against hers, and my pubic hair tangled with hers. Slowly, I began to rock back-and-forth, my cockhead probing to her core. In and out, up and down, back and forth, we rocked together in the ancient sexual rhythm. Marcy showed her athleticism as she threw herself up against me, emitting a feminine grunt with every thrust, while I pounded into her. I'd never been with a sexually aggressive woman like her. Finally, I could hold myself back no longer, and with a final thrust and a triumphant shout, I sent my sperm shooting into Marcy's womb. We lay together for a long time afterward, panting and gasping and trying to catch our breath. "That was incredible," she finally gasped. "You are an amazing lover. And you really know how to treat my tits." I blushed. "You're a pretty amazing lover yourself," I enthused. "And just between you and me, your tits are really easy to treat well." Marcy and I moved in together at the end of the summer, and spent our final year of college as roommates. And I had all the access I could ever want, to the most magnificent breasts in the world, and the woman who owned them, who wanted nothing more than to have me play with them. We were married a couple months after graduation. I still remember, on our honeymoon, just spending hours in bed stroking and nuzzling and suckling Marcy's tits, and falling asleep after we made love, still spooned together, my hands drowsily cupping her breasts. ***** When Marcy got pregnant for the first time, I discovered that pregnancy does some very happy things to a woman's breasts. Over the course of the first few months, her breasts swelled from a C-cup to something more like a DD. They were heavy and pendulous, and rather than jiggling when she walked, they more like swayed back and forth. When I would reach around her from behind to fondle her tits, I would simply revel in their sheer size and mass, jiggling and bouncing them, as they rolled and overflowed the capacity of my hands. I couldn't believe that I had been blessed to have such wondrously huge breasts at my daily disposal. I could lose myself in those incredible orbs, and I often did. When our daughter Sally was born, Marcy's heavy tits became full -- of milk! From the beginning, I was just in awe of the fact that Marcy's body was making food for our baby -- we didn't need to go to the store and get any food for her; all she needed to stay alive was coming directly out of Marcy's body! Once, when Sally was still quite young, Marcy and I were playing around in bed, and I playfully took her breast in my mouth and sucked on it, like I had hundreds of times before. Suddenly, a stream of milk burst into my mouth. At first, I was a bit startled -- it was like a new and unfamiliar bodily fluid spraying into my mouth - and I reflexively recoiled from it. But it was warm and sweet; quite tasty, in fact. Once I thought about it, I realized that Marcy's milk was food for our baby, and if little Sally could drink it -- her life depended on it, in fact -- then so could I. When I thought just a bit more, it seemed incredibly earthy and erotic, sucking and swallowing a new bodily fluid from Marcy's body, almost like a new form of oral sex. In fact, when Marcy felt her milk squirting into my mouth, she groaned erotically and pressed my head against herself. It was still way too soon after Sally's birth for us to make love, but Marcy was virtually getting off just from me sucking the milk from her tits. After that, sucking milk from Marcy's breasts became a regular feature of our love-play, and even before I could get back inside her, it seemed to provide her with enough sexual satisfaction to get her through until I could. I just needed to be careful to leave enough milk for Sally. ***** Once Marcy and I could resume having sex, a few weeks after Sally's birth (the doctor said six weeks; Marcy negotiated him down to five; after four-and-a-half, we simply couldn't wait any longer), we discovered even more unexpected wonders of lactating breasts. Marcy and I were in bed one night, one of the first few times we were making love after Sally's birth. Marcy stroked my cock into full erection, while I idly played with her pussy, gently caressing her engorged labia. I poked a fingertip into her opening and began to probe inside her. Quickly, she was oozing her juice onto my fingers as they slid in and out of her. Marcy was still a bit sensitive 'down there', so I took it easy, and let Marcy mainly take the lead. She climbed on top of me, and straddled my hips, rubbing her cunt-lips slowly and gingerly along the length of my shaft, purring and moaning as she reacquainted herself with the sensations of sex, after having been 'out of the saddle' for so long. Finally, with a twist of her hips, Marcy took me into herself, with a sharp intake of air at the sensation of my cock inside her long-inactive vagina. "At last!" she groaned. "Welcome home, baby! I've missed you so much. . ." "I've missed you too, baby," I moaned in response. "It feels so good to be inside you again." I was in heaven, finally feeling my erection wrapped again in Marcy's warm, welcoming pussy. I savored the feeling, and just let Marcy lead the movements. Slowly, tentatively, she began to move tenderly back and forth on my cock. I stayed hard inside her while she slowly acclimated herself to the sensations of fucking again. Once she was more accustomed to it, she slowly began to increase the force and tempo of her movements, while I tried to match her rhythm, without causing her any discomfort. Apparently, she was doing just fine. After a few minutes, her head rolled back, which is her main sign that orgasm is close at hand. "Oh, baby!" she cried. "Oh baby. . . I'm coming! Oh, I'm coming! Oh, yessssss. . ." With a low groan, she began rhythmically squeezing her legs on my hips, and grinding her pussy onto my cock. As her orgasm began to wash over her, she was shuddering and quivering and moaning in ecstasy. And then it happened -- streams of milk began flowing copiously from her breasts, running down her belly and onto mine, giving us both an impromptu milk bath, and soaking the sheets in the process. "What's going on?" Marcy gasped. "What the hell?" I echoed. We had no idea, until that moment, that a nursing mother's orgasm can trigger her let-down reflex, causing her milk to flow freely. We just sat there, with me still inside her, looking at our milk-soaked selves and the saturated sheets, not knowing quite exactly what had just happened, except that Marcy had had her first orgasm in over a month, and we were both drenched with milk. We both burst out laughing at the sheer, incomprehensible, ridiculousness of the whole situation, and this new aspect of her body that neither of us had had a clue of, until that very second. Marcy rubbed her body sensuously against mine, our bodies sliding on each other through a lubricating film of Marcy's milk. I resumed my thrusting into her, and in the fullness of time, gave her the first load of my cum in a month. We lay together for a long time afterward, savoring the renewal of our sexual union after so many weeks. Marcy sensually rubbed her body against mine, trailing her sensitive nipples through my chest hair, and reveling in the slipperiness of the milk between our bodies. Then we changed the sheets. After that, we at least knew what to expect, and kept a towel handy in case it should happen again. ***** Sally wasn't always as hungry as Marcy's milk supply would have wanted her to be. When Marcy's breasts filled up, and Sally didn't drain them all the way, the pressure build-up could be painful. I came home from work one afternoon to find Marcy sitting in the kitchen 'milking' herself. She grimaced, and told me, "Sally's nap is going long. I've got to let some milk out." I watched as she lightly squeezed one breast and then the other, directing a stream of milk into a small pitcher on the table. I watched for a few minutes, utterly fascinated by what she was doing. I looked at Marcy. "Can I try it?" Marcy grinned. "Sure!" she said. "That could be fun!" Then she guided my hands and showed me how to hold her breasts (and here I thought I'd known all along) -- how to heft them gently and lightly pinch just behind the nipple, to cause the milk to flow without causing her pain. I loved it -- it was like I was discovering some new, hidden Secret of Nature. There was something very erotic, and at the same time incredibly earthy and natural, about 'milking' my wife, like I was discovering a whole new world of her body, and the wonders that were designed into it. Besides, I got to play with her breasts in a really cool way. We even got a cupful of milk from it. Got Milk? We put the milk in the fridge, figuring that it would probably spoil if we left it out -- it was milk, after all, and unpasteurized, at that, even if it came from Marcy, and not a cow. I really didn't know what we would do with it, but it seemed wasteful to just throw it away. Perhaps we could save some, in case Sally was ever hungrier than what Marcy had on hand. The next morning, Marcy and I were scavenging around the kitchen for our breakfast. I poured a cup of coffee for myself, and was rummaging in the fridge for the creamer, when I saw the cup of Marcy's milk. Impulsively, I pulled it out, and held it up, along with my coffee, for Marcy to see. Realizing what I had in mind, she grinned. "What a great idea!" she said. I poured the Marcy-milk into my coffee and took a sip. It was delicious. I smacked my lips. "Good to the last drop!" I smiled. Then, when I got myself a bowl of oatmeal, I used the rest of her milk on that. There was something delightfully erotic, even mildly 'kinky', about consuming my wife's bodily fluids with my breakfast. ***** My love of breasts has never left me. It has only grown deeper and richer over time, as I've come to understand the full range of their capabilities, beyond mere erotic ornamentation. Although, I have to admit, the erotic ornamentation is still plenty hot. Sally is three years old now, walking and talking and everything. It's a bit over a year since she was weaned, but Marcy has been saying lately that she wants to start trying to have another baby. I can hardly wait. . .