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Milk Club Ch. 01

By: Britguy45



Having a baby isn't all that it's made out to be, at least for the first time Mom-to-be who doesn't know quite what's going to happen.

That's how it was for Ron and me. After five years of marriage we had decided to start a family and I really didn't know what I had let myself in for.

The first mistake I made was getting pregnant at Christmas time. That meant I was at my biggest during the long, hot days of summer, in a house with no air-conditioning. So I started going to work in flowing shift dresses, a tremendous change from my usual business attire. Even maternity pantyhose had become uncomfortable around my over-swollen belly, so I dispensed with them. Panties were the same, they were either too tight on my large stomach or they didn't cover it, so I got rid of them too. I actually felt a lot more comfortable without these undergarments and wondered why I had ever bothered to wear them.

I was also having a terrible time trying to find a bra to contain my overflowing boobs. Before I got pregnant I had been blessed with a pair of very sensitive 36DD's, which gave both Ron and I a great deal of pleasure. But since my fifth month they had started to grow and it seemed they weren't ever going to stop. The largest bras I could find in the stores were EE cups, and they just pinched my over-abundance so much, I decided to have some made. I called a custom bra maker. The lady was very nice but told me it would take three to four weeks to make me a bra. If I wanted that long I would probably need an even bigger size! I dumped the idea. I figured that I would be taking maternity leave in just six weeks and then it wouldn't matter. Ron and I never wear clothes at home, and that's where I would be.

My doctor had told me that even though this was my first baby, my milk glands were growing at such a prodigious rate that I ought to have no trouble at all feeding the baby and would probably be able to feed another as well. With all the attention my new-found glory was receiving, not only from Ron but also from other men, I was beginning to appreciate my new-found glory. With all the attention they received especially from the creams I had been using, my boobs had never felt so good. They had never been softer to the touch, nor so sensitive. Merely brushing against my nipples would make them stand out, and boy, did they ever stick out! My aureola were much darker too, and larger, a marked contrast to the milky whiteness of the rest of the breast. My Montgomery glands were far more noticeable, erect constantly and tipped in white, they too contrasted well against the darker skin of my aureola.

I went to the office braless the following day for the first time. I didn't know if anyone had noticed that, for the past few weeks I had not been wearing panties or hose, but when I was sitting at my desk, my boss Bob, certainly seemed to notice my braless state. 

When your tummy gets as swollen as mine, and you have to sit down, your thighs press the bulge upward, even if you sit with your legs apart. And when you have tits to rival Milena Velba in size, they in turn get pushed upwards and tend to spill sideways because of their immense weight. I found myself sitting with my tits half under my arms! In itself that was OK, but my upper arms rubbed against my nipples as I typed and did those nipples ever react! I was trying to deal with this problem when Bob called me into his office.

"I have a couple of things we need to talk about." He said without looking up. "Sit down while I finish this."

I sat, my arms folded across my chest to hide my embarrassment. I waited patiently, hoping my nipples would soften before he was ready.

Bob had always been very kind to me. In a small company it is always good to be able to get on with everybody, and even though I had been hired as Bob's personal secretary, a position of power in the company, I had seemed to earn the respect of the other employees. I felt I got on well with Bob and I liked him as a person. When I started the job only six month's previously, I had told him I was pregnant and would need a couple of month's maternity leave. As a father of three, he understood fully, then went on to tell me that since the birth of their first daughter, his wife had not been back to work.

"Yeah!' I thought to myself. "You own this place and don't need the bucks like Ron and me."

He finished what he was doing and got up. Walking over to the temperature control, he adjusted it. The air-conditioner had been roaring away and he turned it off.

Clearing his throat, he said, "Victoria, is it too chilly in here for you?"

"No thanks, Bob. I'm fine."

"Well, er..." Bob fumbled for words. "I couldn't help noticing..." His voice trailed away. Yes, he really had noticed my big nubs poking through the cotton dress.

"What I mean is..." He stopped again. "Look, Victoria, I'm going to get my wife Heather in here to talk to you. Girl to girl sort of stuff. Do you understand?"

I glanced down at my chest. Damn nipples were still sticking out a mile. "Sure," I replied, "Love to talk to her again." I had met her socially several times in the six month's I had worked for her husband and greatly admired the woman. She was a very stunning redhead, tall and slender but with a bosom my newfound glory could almost rival.

"It's obvious," Bob went on, "that you are getting a little. . .shall we say, 'uncomfortable' now that you are so close to term..." I was surprised at his use of the correct word. "...And I think my wife Heather can help you. Why don't I arrange for the two of you to have lunch today?"

"That would be great." I replied. He picked up the phone and made the arrangements.

"That's settled then," he announced. "My wife will be here just before noon for you. The other matter can wait till after you've spoken with Heather."

I thanked him and returned to my desk.

Just before noon, in walked Heather. She was every bit as good-looking as I remembered her, red hair framing a fair-skinned face. She wore a simple button-through dress, tightly belted, accentuating her more than ample bosom. The hem line was just above the knee and the collar was turned up at the neck. She stopped at my desk.

"Hello, my dear," she said. "Just let me say 'Hi' to Bob and then we'll get something to eat."

She walked into her husband's office and, against the light from the windows, I could see the outline of her slender legs through her dress.

I ran to the bathroom as fast as my big tummy and jiggling breasts would allow. By the time I returned, Heather was just leaving her husband's office.

"I've got this!" she said triumphantly, waving Bob's gold card, "Let's really have lunch!" She emphasized the word 'really'. I grabbed my purse and followed her. Putting her arm through mine as we crossed the parking lot she said, "I know how you must feel. It's been nearly twenty years since I was last pregnant, and I know how uncomfortable that was. She unlocked the Mercedes and we got in. "I thought we'd go to 'La Dolce Vita'," she continued, "I hope you like Italian food?"

"Oh, yes." I replied.

"Although at this time of day we might have to wait, but I'll see what I can do about that." Turning to look me up and down, Heather asked, "When are you due?"

"September thirtieth, give or take a day or two."

"That's less than two month's away," she replied, then added, "And of course this is your first?"

I nodded.

"Well, you chose a fine time to be pregnant, at your biggest during summer! I had my first in February, that's Natalie. She'll be twenty-four next year. Karen was born in April, she'll be twenty-two next year and my youngest is James, he was twenty last January. But I must tell you why we are doing this. Before Bob called me this morning he had told me about you dilemma. He thought you might need a little 'motherly' advice and help. He didn't want to talk to you himself as he maintains that very proper image at the office, but he did want to help. Hence me! I had the same problem with Natalie. As you have no doubt noticed, I too am fairly well endowed..." She held a hand under her bosom, "...and I had a tough time. Couldn't find a bra to fit, and you obviously have the same problem!"

"Yes, I do." I assured her.

"What size did you wear before?" she asked. "36DD." I told her.

"I thought so!" she replied. "That husband of mine has always been a tit man and I bet that had something to do with why he hired you!" She added hurriedly, "I'm kidding of course, but Bob really is a tit man. You ought to see his mother. . .all bosom, and proud of it. Big boobs must be in Bob's genes as Natalie and Karen are both bigger than I am!"

I tried to remind myself as I silently listened to all this that I was with my bosses' wife, but it was getting progressively more difficult.

"After lunch, we'll run by the house," she continued, "and see if I have anything in the closet that might fit you."

We turned into the tiny parking lot behind La Dolce Vita and parked. Heather unbuttoned the top two buttons of her dress, revealing the tops of her creamy white breasts and quite a lot of cleavage. As she swung her legs out of the car she paused and undid the bottom two button of her dress, showing a bit more of her slender legs.

"Helps get a better table." she explained as we walked toward the restaurant. I wished that I hadn't been so big, as before I was pregnant I would have copied her.

Putting her arm through mine as we walked, I could feel it pressing against my boob. I could feel my sensitive nipple stiffen with the movement of her arm and wondered if she knew. Heather was so gorgeous, so sensuous and she seemed to be so different from her husband. Bob always gave the impression of being very straitlaced and formal. His wife was anything but!

As we entered the restaurant the maitre d' walked up to us.

"Ah! Mrs. Allison," he started, "so nice to see you again. I'm so sorry, will you mind a short wait?"

"Alright, Alphonse," Heather replied, "I need to use the little girl's room anyway!" and she marched off to the rear of the restaurant with me in tow.

Inside the ladies room, she pulled me in and locked the door. It was a small room with just one stall and a hand basin. I leaned against it as Heather turned toward me, unbuttoning more buttons of her dress.

"Victoria, there's something I must tell you." she said, unbuckling her belt and letting it drop to the floor. She pulled the top of her dress open wide to reveal a very sexy lace bra with a front closure.

"I..." She started very deliberately, "I...am a cow!"

"I feel like a cow." I said, patting my stomach.

She pulled a cotton pad from inside each cup and, dropping them on the edge of the sink, started to unfasten the bra. Pulling it aside, she revealed the two most perfect breasts I had ever seen, topped by nipples which I couldn't believe. They were almost an inch long and as thick as my ring finger. Her large aureolae were crinkly, dotted with Montgomery glands, and they were so large they covered an area about the size of the diameter of a coffee mug on the end of each breast.

"I am a cow," she reiterated, grasping each breast in her hands, "I am a milker!" she exclaimed, squeezing her breast hard and sending several jets of warm milk in my direction. I gasped in astonishment as she squeezed again, this time the jets of milk hit the wall.

"Ever since Natalie was born I have been making milk," she explained.

"I thought you couldn't get pregnant while you were breastfeeding." I replied.

"Old wives' tale," she countered, "I've been doing it since I was eighteen, that's over twenty-three years."

I picked up the pads Heather had put on the basin. They were damp.

"I wear those for two reasons," she told me, "firstly to soak up any excess milk, and secondly to hide the size of these."

She took the tips of her nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and stretched them away from her body. If they were nearly an inch long before, they were double that length now, and drops of milk formed on the end. Releasing her nipples, she took one breast in both hands and turned the nipple up toward her open mouth.

She suckled herself for several seconds, then, releasing the nipple slowly through her teeth, announced, "Tastes good!' Stretching her breast toward me, she asked, "Want some? I've got lots. And I need to get rid of it before we eat."

She sensed my reluctance, but persisted.

"I would hate to see all this good stuff go to waste." she said, stepping closer.

I bent down toward Heather's proffered breast and could smell her milk as I know babies can. I took the long nipple gently between my lips and sucked. I was obviously being too gentle as Heather urged me to suck harder. I had the entire length of her nipple in my mouth, it felt like I was giving head to a small penis.

My stooped position was uncomfortable, so I knelt on the cold restroom floor. As streams of her delicious milk flooded my mouth, I felt Heather's hands caressing my boobs through the material of my shift. With deft fingers she quickly found my nipples and in seconds they were as stiff as they had ever been, I was finding the whole situation so erotic.

"Oh, my!" said Heather, "You do have delightful nips. I'm sure they'll get a lot bigger when your milk comes in and your baby starts to suckle them."

She continued to fondle my breasts, feeling their weight and gently massaging them as I continued to suckle at her breast. Then she suggested that I drain her other milk-laden pap and offered it to my eager mouth.

The taste of mother's milk is almost indescribable, so sweet, far sweeter than cow's milk, but not as thick and not as white. I understood immediately why both babies and adults like it so much.

I tried to take both Heather's nipples in my mouth together and suckled greedily at the increased amount of her creamy emission I could savor. But sucking on two nipples simultaneously had its problems as a considerable amount of milk was dribbling down my chin. When I felt it drip onto my clothes I stopped, and let both Heather's nipples slip from my mouth.

Taking a paper towel from the dispenser, Heather dried my clothes, telling me not to worry as mother's milk doesn't stain.

Taking one of her breasts in each hand she said, "Help me, Victoria, we need to empty these a bit more before we can go and eat."

Lifting a breast to her own mouth, she squeezed more milk down her throat. I took the other and squeezed and sucked until I thought there was no more left. She took it from me and put it to her lips. She sucked for a moment and then released it. "Just checking." she said with a smile, "I couldn't have gone out there as full as I was."

I realized that Heather had deliberately come to the office with milk-laden breasts in order that we could play out this little scenario. Perhaps Bob had set the whole thing up, with me as the unsuspecting player in the drama. If this was so, I really didn't mind as Heather was more than delightful and I was really enjoying her company and her obvious intense sexuality. It was hard when your stomach stuck out as much as mine did, to feel sexy, but Heather was managing to get me turned on in a way that I had never before experienced. Although I felt like a blimp beside her, I was sure that after the baby was born I would no longer feel that way, and I could be as svelte and sexy as she now was. There was a great deal about my own sexuality I could learn from this woman and I was determined to learn while I still had the opportunity.

Heather slipped her arms out of the dress and removed her bra completely. Putting it in her purse, she started to button her dress.

"Could you put the pads in the trash?" she asked as she buckled her belt. I did so as she looked at herself in the mirror and decided she needed more lipstick.

When she was ready, we sallied forth into the restaurant and almost immediately were met by Alphonse. He seated us in one of the booths at the rear of the restaurant.

"You favorite table, Mrs. Allison." he commented.

"Thank you, Alphonse." she replied, sliding into the booth.

I sat opposite her and we both started to look at the offered menus. Heather put hers aside almost at once saying she knew what she wanted. I was not familiar with the menu and continued to read.

"How is the swordfish today?" Heather asked the attentive Alphonse. It was plain she was a frequent and much-liked customer.

"Excellent, as always." he replied.

"Then I'll have it," Heather countered. "And you, Victoria? Made up your mind?"

"I'll have it too," I replied, unable to make up my mind.

The conversation over salad was easy, Heather making it that way in spite of the obvious difference in our ages. I looked at her as she spoke to me, every once in a while stealing a glance at her beautiful bosom. She was right, without a bra her nipples were easy to see, their outline causing a definite ridge behind the fabric of her dress. I am sure she was aware of my glances as she also looked me up and down as we talked.

"How long have you two been married?" she asked.

"Nearly six years." I replied.

"That's good," Heather said, "Bob and I were only married a little over a year when Natalie was born. I sometimes wish we had waited."

"Ron and I thought we had waited long enough," I told her, "but I really wasn't prepared for this!"

"We live and learn."

Our swordfish had arrived and the conversation was sparse as we ate. The wine Heather had ordered was a sweet white wine, perfect for fish and to my taste exactly.

"Would you ladies be interested in our dessert tray?" It was Alphonse.

"Just coffee for me." Heather replied.

"And me."

The coffee was there in an instant, with the cream and sugar a moment later.

"What do you take in you coffee?" Heather asked.

"Cream and sugar, please." I replied.

"Oh, good!" was her response. "Let me do that for you!" With one hand she quickly undid two buttons of her dress while picking up my coffee cup with the other. Holding the cup under her bosom, she glanced out into the restaurant. Assured that no-one was watching, she directed several jets of her own milk into my coffee cup.

"The management doesn't like this," she explained, "bringing your own food into the restaurant." We both laughed. "You have to be very careful too," she continued as she picked up her own cup. "You have to make sure all the milk goes in the cup, yet you have to watch out that you don't burn your nipple. It takes a lot of practice!" She directed a jet from the other breast into her own coffee cup and covered up.

"Of course you won't need sugar." She informed me. Buttoning up, she went on, "I had to do that! It only takes an hour or so for my milk to come in again and without a bra, I didn't want to walk out of here with big wet patches on my dress." Heather paid for lunch with the gold card and, leaving a generous tip, we left.

Milk Club Ch. 02



Walking out to the car Heather said, "I am going to take you to my house. I have some things there that you might be able to use."

"But I ought to be back at the office by now." I protested. "You're with the boss's wife," she reminded me, "and I can do anything I like!"

Driving to their home, Heather told me a lot more about her relationship with Bob. Things that I would never have realized if she hadn't have told me.

"As far as my being a 'cow' is concerned, Bob told me when I was pregnant with Natalie that mother's milk was a great turn on for him, and since then I have been able to indulge him." she told me. "Bob is a very open, honest man, and our relationship is built on that honesty, and, above all an ability to communicate with each other. I do so hope you and Ron have that. It is so valuable in any marriage, I don't think ours would have lasted without it. Of course that openness extends to our sex lives as well, and we indulge in all the things that please us both. Bob had always loved my breasts, and when Natalie was born, it was a fantasy come true for him. I would just lower a milk-laden nipple to his mouth and he would get an erection immediately. And that was a turn on for me. The difference between a baby suckling and a grown man was more than psychological, and it quickly became a part of our sex lives that we didn't want to give up. I was producing far more milk than most first baby Moms, so there was no danger of our game damaging the future of our child."

"Yes, I replied, "The doctor has told me that I ought to make more milk than the baby will need." I told her.

"I would think so!" she replied.

We arrived at the house and went in through the kitchen. Heather stopped to pour two glasses of wine and I followed her to the master bedroom. Opening a dresser drawer, she scooped up an armful of bras in all colors, shapes and sizes, which she allowed to spill out of her arms and all over the bed.

"There must be something here that will fit you," she began, holding up one that seemed enormous. Approaching me, she held it up to my bosom.

"Slip out of the dress, and we'll try it on." she said.

I think that, under any other circumstances, and with anybody else, I might not have acted so blatantly. But in Heather's company I felt perfectly at ease and did as I was bid, immediately dropping the shift to the floor almost before the words were out of her mouth. There I stood, my belly sticking out, my boobs dangling, looking like a little schoolgirl about to receive a spanking.

Heather handed me the bra and, as I put it on, adjusted the straps for me. It was almost too big, but I thought that might be good thing.

"I have several others you might try," she said, rummaging through the pile on the bed. "Try them on while I take a shower."

She unbuckled her belt, and then, as she undid the buttons on her dress, I saw the rest of her body for the first time. Underneath the dress she wore only a garter belt and stockings, and her pussy was shaved bare. Noticing my stare she asked, "Surprised?"

"No." I managed to reply.

"You will be!" she announced, and sat on the edge of the bed. I watched, fascinated, as she spread her legs wide and, with finger and thumb, reached inside her open pussy. She slowly pulled out a long, almost penis-shaped sponge and held it up for me to see.

"Another one of our games." she said. "Bob knows how much my pussy gushes when I come, so many years ago he suggested I save it. Using the sponge means that when I have an orgasm the sponge can easily soak up my juices and they don't run down my leg, which could be embarrassing!"

"What do you do with it?" I asked incredulously.

"Flavor salads, drinks, anything that could use a little spicing-up!" Heather told me. "We use it on unsuspecting guests and both Bob and I get a kick out of it." Then she added, almost as an afterthought, "So do the girls and James."

Heather squeezed the sponge over a funnel she had inserted in the neck of a small jar on the dresser.

"Oh! It's lovely and wet!" She exclaimed. "That's because I came three times in the restaurant!"

"When?" I asked her as I unhooked the bra she had given me.

"When you were sucking on my tits, of course!" She answered, squeezing the last drops out of the sponge. When she had finished she raised her fingers to her nose and inhaled deeply. "Ahh!" she sighed, "I don't know why it is but I have always loved both the smell and the taste of my own sex."

I took her wet fingers and held them under my own nose. The heady musky scent of her sexual juices had an immediate and profound effect on me. All those memories of school came flooding back in an instant, my nipples instantly hardened and I could feel the wetness between my own legs. I could almost see those days in the locker room with Jennifer, and recall how we would masturbate together, and then masturbate each other. More recently with Ron, one of the things I loved was to kiss him after he had eaten me out for a while. I reveled in the taste of my own pussy juices, just like Heather. Her scent was similar to mine and I loved it!

Almost instinctively I opened my mouth wide and sucked her fingers in up to the knuckles. I sucked hard, savoring the taste of her secretions. Bob and Heather were right: Heather tasted wonderful! I knew the sexuality of the moment was having its effect on me, my own juices were running down my thigh, so turned on I had become. I couldn't remember having such a copious flow since before I had become pregnant.

Heather took her middle finger and rubbed it along the length of my slit, feeling how wet I had become. She put her finger in her own mouth.

"Mmmm," she murmured, "You taste as good as I do, but I think I would like to drink directly from the fountain."

With my enormous belly in the way, I would have to be in a better position for Heather to accomplish this. She led me to the bed and I sat down. I laid back, my feet still on the floor. I couldn't see what Heather was doing over my huge belly, but I could feel it. I could feel the beginnings of orgasm well up in my pussy as her tongue teased my clit. With deep strokes of her tongue, she pushed deep inside my juiced up cunt and then she would withdraw to tickle my clit with the tip of her tongue.

I started to play with my own nipples, stretching and twisting them as the pleasure within my bowels intensified. I had always thought Ron was good at eating my pussy, but he wasn't as accomplished as Heather in this art. Her tongue was making circles around my clit, teasing it then flicking it. Then she would grip my clit between her lips and suck hard on it. She seemed to know exactly how hard I liked it done, how I love to have my clit sucked on hard. And as Heather sucked hard on my clit, I pulled harder on my nipples, for, like every woman I know, my nipples and cunt are joined by a direct line.

Heather had me writhing, so intense was the sexual pleasure I was receiving from her mouth. My orgasm was so close, but she managed to keep me just on the edge, not quite taking me over the top. I was really enjoying this terrific sensation, it felt like I could come at any moment, but then I wasn't coming, just staying nearly there. Heather's teeth gripped my clit and pulled on it. The pleasure coursed through my body in waves and I could feel my orgasm begin, I could feel my pussy contract, my muscles tighten, my whole body starting to shake as the sweet feeling of orgasm raced through my body. Heather slackened her grip on my clit as the effects of the orgasm subsided until she was just gently licking my pussy again, savoring the taste of my emission and making sure she didn't miss a drop.

Eventually Heather's head appeared over my stomach, her hands slowly caressing my huge bulge.

"You take good care of yourself," she remarked, "You must use your anti-stretch mark cream regularly. I don't think you'll even have one stretch mark by the time this is all over."

"I hope not," I replied, "I'd still like to be able to wear a bikini when I want to. Ron and I have made quite a game out of rubbing the cream on my boobs, ass and stomach. We do it at least twice a day and more if we can."

"That'll do it, every time." said a voice from the doorway. I looked over to see who it was.

"Victoria, this is my daughter Natalie." Heather said as the naked figure walked into the room.

Heather was right, this girl had even bigger and fuller boobs than she did, they were so big they hung down to her navel but they weren't what you would call saggy, they were just very full, topped with nipples that were not as long as her mother's, but quite a bit thicker. Like her mother, Natalie was shaved which served to show off her long labia lips even better.

"How long have you been standing there?" Heather asked her daughter as she walked toward the bed.

"Long enough to get a few tips on technique from the expert." Natalie replied with a big grin on her face.

"Well as long as you are here," said Heather, "You can make yourself useful and keep Victoria company while I take my shower." With that she handed a bottle of anti-stretch mark cream to her daughter and headed for the shower. Natalie poured some of the cream in her hand and started to spread it over my distended belly.

"Feel good?" she asked.

"Oh, yes," I replied, smiling up at Natalie, "I love having my belly rubbed, I always have, but its even better now I have a good excuse."

She poured more lotion on her hands and started to rub it into my boobs. She was careful to avoid my nipples although I really wished she would touch them.

"So how does Mom know you?" she asked.

"I work for your father." I replied.

"Oh, yes, how silly," she said, "You're Dad's new secretary, aren't you?"

"That's right."

"I'm sorry," she went on. "I've only been back at home for a couple of months and I still don't know all that's been going on while I've been away."

"Where have you been?" I asked.

"It's a long story," Natalie told me, "Basically I got married three years ago and went to live in D.C. with my husband. Mark, our baby was born just over two years ago, but my husband seemed to be more interested in his work than his family, so I left him and came home."

"I'm sorry." I said.

"That's OK," She replied, "It's much more fun here at home, I should never have left, except I wouldn't be able to do all the things I do if I hadn't gone."

"Why is that?" I asked.

"Well, as you've probably noticed," she stopped massaging my breasts, "I have these!" She grasped both her huge breasts. "And they still do this!" She squeezed them and two jets of milk hit me in the face. "Just like Mom's, only I make more than she does. On a good day I can make a couple of pints."

"Well you are quite a bit better endowed than your mother." I remarked.

"Size doesn't really have a great deal to do with it," she continued, "But I certainly do have that on my side, don't I? Anyway, when I came home, Mom suggested that I use my boobs to earn a living. And that's exactly what I do." Natalie started to massage my aching breasts again. "Now I express off the milk and sell it to guys who are into breast milk. I get $100 for four ounces, although I do have a couple of special customers." Her fingers were getting closer to my nipples until she was just tracing patterns with them around my aureolae. I reached up and started to the same thing to Natalie.

"Oh that feels so nice," she said, "don't stop. As I was saying, I have a few special customers and I let them drink directly from the fountain." She even used the same phrases as her mother, but this was in a slightly different context. "But I charge them quite a bit more for the privilege."

"How much more?" I asked.

"Three or four times as much." she replied.

"Four Hundred bucks?" I asked incredulously.

"At least, sometimes more." she replied. "After all, they are getting to play with the best pair of tits they'll ever see and I do spend an hour with them. Don't you think I'm worth it?"

Natalie was playing with my nipples now, gently rubbing them between her thumbs and forefingers. I started to do the same thing to her. 

"Every penny," I replied.

"Most of them are not as gentle as you." she said. I could feel her milk on my fingers as I rolled her nipples in my fingers. Pulling gently on them, I found I could make a small jet of milk come out of her distended nipples.

"I'm very full at the moment and I should really be milking myself," Natalie went on, "Would you like to come and help me?"

"Of course." I replied and let go of her nipples. She gave on final good tug on mine and got off the bed.

"I have everything set up in my room," she said and that's where we headed. Natalie sat down in an armchair and lifted two clear plastic tubes running from the machine on the floor by the chair. Putting a little dab of cream on each nipple, she started the machine. She attached a bottle with a suction cup to each of the plastic pipes and they went to work. Almost immediately I could see the bottles begin to fill with her milk. After only five minutes or so, both of the bottles were full and Natalie turned the machine off. Taking fresh bottles, she replaced the full ones and turned the machine on again. This time it took quite a bit longer, but in a quarter of an hour, both bottles were full. She turned the machine off and stood up.

"Come on Victoria," she said, "Let's see if Mom has showered yet." We went across to her Mother's room, but she wasn't there. Going downstairs, Natalie lead me into the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and put the four bottles of fresh milk on the shelf. There were several other bottles there labeled 'Mom', 'Karen' and 'Natalie' and all dated.

"I didn't know your sister Karen was a milker too." I said.

"Oh, yes," said Natalie, "But be careful when you talk to her. You see, her baby died just two months ago, a crib death, and Karen hasn't really gotten over it yet. We all have to be careful."

The phone rang and Natalie answered it. I could hear her end of the conversation making arrangements for someone to come over later that evening.

"Eight o'clock, then?" she said. "See you then." And she hung up. "That was one of my 'gentlemen' friends, he's coming over at eight." She glanced at her watch and I glanced at mine. It was 5:30 already, I didn't know where the time had gone. "I should be ready by then."

"Ready?" I queried.

"My jugs should be full again by then. You see, that was Alan, he's one of my special customers, he likes to take my milk 'direct from the fountain', as my mother says.

"I ought to be getting home or Ron will be wondering where I am and what has happened to his supper." I said.

"Don't worry about Ron," said Heather, standing in the doorway, "He called the office for you this afternoon and Bob told him you were here with me. Ron has to work late, said he'd be home around 9 or 9:30. Bob told him we'd have you home by then."

"Oh great!" exclaimed Natalie, "Now you'll be able to stay and meet Alan. He will really like you, he loves pregnant women."

"Good idea," said Heather as she turned and walked away.

"But what can I do?" I asked Natalie. "Surely he doesn't want to have me in the room while he's nursing on you?"

"You bet he would," she replied, "Particularly if you would let him run his hands over your distended belly as he suckled on me!"



Milk Club Ch. 03



I apologize to those of my readers who have asked for and waited patiently for the next installment of this story. I have no excuse. Here it is. I hope it will be enough until Part 4 comes out in a couple of weeks. Yes, really!

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I sat down with a bump. It was all happening so quickly, but I was really excited by the possibilities. I wondered what Ron would think but then I remembered how he was when we met those two Jamaican guys at Hedonism two years ago. Of course he wouldn't mind.

"Is that all he will do," I asked Natalie, "Just rub my belly?"

"If that's all you want him to do, then yes, that will be it." She replied. "He is a gentleman and he wouldn't jeopardize his standing here by doing something silly." She continued\, "So you are going to stay and see how its done?"

"Well, I guess so, if Ron really won't be home till 9:30." I replied.

"Give him a call on your cell just to check," offered Natalie as she sat at the dressing table, inspecting her face.

"Oh no, I believe you. It's just that things are happening so fast I might be a little confused!

"I understand completely," Natalie replied, "but just relax, no-one is going to make you do anything you don't want to do. You'll be fine."

My boss had a guest house at the end of the garden, just beyond the pool. Natalie told me that was where she entertained her 'guests'. It even had its own entrance on a different street to the main house. Most of her customers were only given the guest house address. 

I felt a little happier now, knowing that Ron knew where I was. I felt completely at ease with Natalie and Heather, perhaps the wine had helped a little!

"Do you think you are ready for a strange man to rub your naked belly?" Natalie asked me. I remembered the trip Ron and I had made to Hedonism again. I had to admit to myself there was a certain fascination with the idea of a sexual encounter with someone you didn't know.

"Yes, I think so," I replied, 'In fact I might even get quite excited by the idea."

"Excited by what idea?" Heather had showered and had come to find us.

"Victoria is going to meet Alan with me."Natalie replied. I told her he would love to rub her belly while he suckled from me and she has agreed to give it a try. But I think we need to prepare her a little more."

"In what way?" her mother asked.

"I think she would look and feel a lot better without all that hair between her legs, don't you Mom?"

"Well, yes," Heather answered, "I know we feel sexier and the men always seem to appreciate it. In your case it does draw attention to your long labia and I know how some men find that very attractive."

"Yes," said Natalie as I continued to sip my wine, "I have actually thought that I might get my labia pierced, you know, just a simple gold ring in each one. Then I could hold them open as I walked toward someone seated in front of me. What a great visual that would be!"

"Oh yes," said Heather. And I must admit the idea turned me on too.

"Come on Victoria," said Natalie, "Your demon barber awaits!" She preceded me into her bathroom and picked up a razor and some shave cream. "Sit on the countertop for me." She helped me and my distended belly get up on the counter and I spread my legs as far apart as I could. Heather followed us in and helped by taking one of my feet and cradling it in her hands. I leaned back as Natalie took a pair of scissors and expertly cut my hair almost to my skin. She gathered it up and asked if I wanted to keep any of it. I told her I didn't have a use for it. Then she put foam in her hands and after she had warmed it a bit, she put in on my mons. With expert strokes she soon had all the hair removed. She rinsed off all the reaming foam and got out several creams to apply to my now nude mons. She gave me a hand mirror so I could see the results of her handiwork over my belly. I do think my pussy is prettier without all that hair in the way. The first thing she applied was Royal Jelly, telling me this would prevent those ugly little red spots that often develop when you shave your pubes for the first time. I didn't tell her that I used to keep myself shaved prior to getting pregnant, but it was not something I could do now my belly was in the way.

"I need to find you something to wear." Natalie announced. While she went to her closet, Heather touched the lips of my pussy, gently parting them.

"You do have a very pretty pussy," she said, "I hope to be able to get to know it a lot better."

"Oh I think you will," I said, "I don't think Ron would object."

Natalie came back with a silk robe and a pair of marabou slippers. "Here, try this on, Victoria," she said holding up the robe. I slid off the countertop and tried on the robe. It looked a little small. And, sure enough, when I got it on it didn't even cover my belly. Heather took the sash and tied it around me above my baby bump. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought I looked a little obscene. My breasts were covered but my belly was completely exposed.

"You look wonderful."Heather exclaimed.

"Yes, a mother-to-be in the prime of life." Natalie added.

"You can see my pussy as I walk!" I complained.

"Exactly!" the two women chorused. Natalie had also brought a robe for herself and she carefully tied the sash on hers to actuate the size of her very large breasts. Sliding on our slippers, we were ready to meet our public! I was still nervous and I told Natalie so.

"As I said before, sweetie, you won't ever have to do anything you don't want to do, I will make sure of that." she reassured me.

Heather had left the room and came back with two fresh glasses of wine. She gave them to us and we left through the French doors of Natalie's room and walked around the pool. Natalie opened the guest house and ushered me in. It was as big as the house Ron and I had!

"We'll listen to some music while we wait," Natalie said, "What do you like to listen to?"

"Oh! anything." I replied.

"Heavy Metal, Rap, Opera, Country........which would you prefer?" I knew I was being teased and Natalie wanted something more specific.

"Do you have any Acoustic Alchemy?" I asked.

"Of course," Natalie replied. I only have the early stuff, I didn't like much of what they did after Nick died." I had to agree, the tracks I listened to in the car were from their first half dozen albums. She found one, put it in the CD player and she started to show me around the house. We had just made it to the kitchen when there was a ring on the doorbell.

Natalie looked the clock on the wall. "That's Alan," she said, right on time as always. Now I haven't told him about you yet, so be a love and wait here while I tell him." She grasped both my upper arms in both hands and planted a big kiss on my lips. "By the way,' she added, you look gorgeous......good enough to eat!" and she was gone to answer the door.

I stood in the kitchen and took another sip of my wine. My glass was half empty but I was heartened by the sight of another open bottle on the countertop. I decided to top up my glass as I listened to Natalie tell Alan all about me.

"No, Alan, she is not lactating yet. Just a bit of colostrum," I heard her say.

"Will she let me touch her breasts as well as her belly?" Natalie answered for me.

"Yes, but this is going to cost you a little more. It's a rare treat, a pregnant woman."

"Would another $250 be good?" I could hear Paul ask.

"I think she might go for that." Natalie replied. Then she called to me. "Roxie, come and meet Alan."

She has forgotten my name, I thought and then I realized what she was doing. She didn't want a customer of hers, even a 'special' customer like Alan, learning my real name. How clever of her! I put my glass down on the countertop and walked out of the kitchen. I saw them both standing by the sofa about thirty feet from me. I stopped and put my hand out on the wall as if steadying myself. I moved one foot sideways exposing my rapidly dampening cunt to Alan's gaze. I looked at the distance between us and flashed back to what Natalie had said earlier about getting her labia pierced. I though this would be the perfect time to pull my labia apart and give the customer a show. I had already given him a bit of a show so I dropped my hand and continued walking toward them. I held out my hand palm down and Alan took and kissed it. He also pressed some paper money into it as he kissed. I gripped the money and realized I had nowhere to put it. I would have to hang on to it.

Alan was the perfect gentleman; he then asked if he could touch my belly. I think my thighs must have been wet by now because, in spite of my nervousness, I was very turned on by this whole scene. Natalie suggested we all get comfortable and sat down on the sofa. Alan lay on his back with his head on her thigh, her large breast already squashed against his face. Natalie fed her large nipple into his mouth and he started to suck vigorously. I could see the grimace on Natalie's face as she asked him not to be so eager, there was plenty of milk for him. He slowed down and I moved a little closer. I was standing between Natalie's legs watching Alan as he suckled. He reached up to my belly with both hands and lovingly caressed it. I could see the large tent that had formed in his pants. Natalie saw me looking and reached out an arm to touch it. Alan moaned as soon as she touched him. I tucked the money I still had in my hand under one of the cushions.

He stopped suckling and moved Natalie's breasts out of the way. "Mandy," he said, can I fuck you when I've finished drinking? I'll make it worth your while."

"We'll see," Natalie said. I made a mental note to call her Mandy if we ever did this again. Alan went back to her breast which was still giving him a great deal of milk. She was still rubbing his cock and he was pushing up with his hips to meet her hand. She decided to unzip his pants and get his cock out. I thought that probably meant she had decided he could fuck her. I leaned over to help her and ended up undoing the waistband of his pants completely to allow his cock out. I was delighted to see it was a large, thick cock with a slight upward curve to it. It looked to be a good eight inches, certainly longer and thicker than Ron's. I had garnered a fascination with big cocks ever since that trip to Jamaica.

Natalie caressed his cock gently, maintaining its firmness, but never getting him close to point of cumming. After a few minutes she said we should all change positions as she thought that breast was dry and Alan should suckle the other. I helped Alan out of his pants and he stood up. Natalie moved to the other end of the sofa so Alan could lie the other way and suckle on her other breast. We went back to our positions, and Alan continued to rub my belly. I knelt down so he could rub and fondle my breasts too. Natalie used her free hand to pull on my arm and draw me closer to her. I scooted as close as I could and her hand went to my now sopping cunt. She slid a finger in and then put it to her mouth, licking off my juices. She nodded toward Alan's cock and I realized she was giving me an invitation to play with it too. I wanted to play with it alright, but I really wanted to feel that big thing buried deep inside me, I wanted to feel its warmth and its size in my womb. I stood up and put my hand on Alan's cock too. He saw me reach over and moaned his approval from the fullness of Natalie's breast. His hand caressed lower on my belly and then he touched my thigh. My juices were running down my thigh and I am sure he realized that right away. He immediately started to feel for my cunt and quickly found my clit. He caressed with his thumb for a moment or two then slid a finger deep inside me. That was it! I had to have his cock inside me. I moved away from him and his hand waved around trying to find me. I kept firm hold of his cock and straddled him on the sofa. It was difficult with my big belly as I couldn't see what I was doing. I aimed his cockhead right at my cunt and lowered myself onto his cock.

I sat down on him as hard as I could, driving his cock deep inside myself.. It felt wonderful! I started to raise myself a little from his cock and then my own weight drove me back down on his marvelous cock again. I had not felt this full since Jamaica, it was wonderful. I wanted it to go on forever, but Alan had other ideas. He started to buck up to meet me and soon had his own rhythm of thrusts going, so I just held myself above him, enjoying his cock as he pushed up toward me. Soon those thrusts became shorter and I knew Alan was cumming. He continued to suckle on Natalie as he vigorously fucked me. He felt for my breasts and found them, tweaking my nipples, something I have always loved when sexually aroused. I could feel wetness around them and looked down to see little droplets of colostrum on my nipples and on Alan's fingers. With all the attention Natalie had been giving to Alan's cock, he was not going to last much longer. With a few hard and deep thrusts, he let go of Natalie's nipple and grunted as he came in my cunt. I wanted it to go on, I loved having his cock fill me, he was making me cum over and over.

As soon as he had finished leaving his load inside me, I raised myself up enough for his rapidly deflating cock to pop out of me, I stood up and instinctively squeezed mt legs together, I didn't want his sperm to leak out on the furniture or the carpet. Alan got up, retrieved his pants and headed for the bathroom. I picked up my wine glass and looked at Natalie. She was smiling, but didn't say a word. Alan came out of the bathroom, walked up to Natalie, pressed some money into her hand as he kissed her on the cheek and left.

As soon as the door was closed, Natalie said, "Wow! That was amazing!" I didn't know what she was talking about so I asked her.

"Well, first of all, how much money did he give you?" I felt under the cushion and retrieved three neatly folded bills, a fifty and two hundreds. "Look at this," she said triumphantly and fanned out another six $100 bills. "Between us we just made $850 in less than half an hour! I need to give you two of these." She handed me another $200. "That's fair, you get $450, I get $400. He only suckled my breasts, so you should get more," she continued, sensing I was about to protest.

"And I can tell by the way you are standing that you still have a pussy full of cum. We need to deal with that! I want to taste it, I love the taste of cum." Natalie lay on the carpet right in front of the sofa as she gave me her instructions."Just straddle my head and lower yourself slowly onto my mouth. Here, give me your hands and I will help you."

"But it will all run out as soon as I open my legs," I told her.

"I know," she replied, " I'll be ready." I took her up stretched hands as I lowered my bulk toward her. We must have looked like a pair of dysfunctional gymnasts as we steadied ourselves. Natalie adjusted her position underneath me several times as I lowered myself. She was the only one who could see what was going on. I could tell from the 'Ooohs' and 'Aaahs' that Alan's cum was dripping from my cunt into her waiting mouth.

After a minute or two all the cum that would have dripped out of me would have done so. Natalie lowered me even further so her lips could touch my soaking wet pussy. I was still very horny, the quick fuck with Alan was wonderful but it didn't completely satisfy me. She snaked out her tongue and touched my clit and I came immediately. She lowered me completely, my wide open cunt covering her mouth and chin. She licked and sucked greedily from my pussy, making sure she got every last drop of Alan's emission. In the meantime, she also gave me several more wonderful little orgasms. I loved the way she tongued me, she was just as talented as her mother. I could have stayed there much longer but I was afraid my big belly and thighs were suffocating her, I leaned over to the sofa and sort of fell off her.

"God, Girl! You have the sweetest cunt I have ever tasted!" Natalie exclaimed. "I could eat you forever!" I helped her to a kneeling position and hugged her, both our breasts mashed against each other. I could feel wetness developing between us as we hugged.

I guess it was the whole situation I was in that had made me a lot more brazen that I generally am. I had done things today I would never have dreamed of doing without the comfort zone my bosses family had provided. I wanted to taste Alan's cum too, so I told Natalie. Immediately we kissed, a deep tongue twirling lover's kiss. I searched the back of her mouth with my tongue to taste the traces of the cum she had sucked from my pussy. Mixed with it was the unmistakable flavor of my own cum, a taste I had come to enjoy ever since I discovered the joys of masturbation.

"God, you are a great kisser too!" Natalie exclaimed. "We are definitely going to see a lot more of you!" She peppered around my lips with lots of little kisses. "And we have some business to attend to as well." I looked at her questioningly. "Come on, lets go up to the house, Dad should be home soon." We took our wine glasses with us and walked out of the guest house. Natalie took my arm as we headed around the pool.

"Did you like fucking Alan?" she asked.

"Well, it was over too quickly," I replied, "I still need more."

"Generally I don't fuck my clients," she went on, "although I have with Alan a couple of times. I think he is pretty safe; he is married with a couple of kids. Just has a fetish for big breasts and breastmilk." We reached the house and Natalie poured more wine. "I want you to consider working with me when you have had the baby." she said. "You can work from here, just and Mom, Karen and I do, using the guest house or hotel rooms to see your clients. We generally don't go to their house or offices, unless they are very special and we know them well. Instead of driving to Dad's office every day, you could just drive over here and bring the baby. Between the four of us, there will be plenty of attention and baby care and gallons of milk!" She chuckled at herself. "You will take home cash every, or at least most days and you will spend most of the day with the baby. What could be better?"

Heather walked into the kitchen; obviously she had heard most of what Natalie had said.

"So what do you think Victoria? Don't you think it will be the perfect setup?" she said.

"What if I don't make as much milk as I ought to?" I asked.

"Well, first of all, your doctor said you would have enough for two. Here let me show you something." Heather walked over to me and took one of my heavy breasts in her hand. With deft stroked she soon had a small pool of my colostrum in her hand. She was milking me and it certainly felt wonderful. Natalie walked up and started doing the same thing to my other breast. After getting some colostrum on her hand she lowered her head to my nipple and just suckled. She was very gentle and it gave me a wonderful feeling all the way down to my rapidly moistening pussy. Heather did the same thing; these two well-endowed milkers were suckling at my breasts giving me these intense feelings in my groin. I closed my eyes as these amazing sensations washed over me.

I was suddenly aware of someone else in the room and opened my eyes to see Bob standing there. Like the rest of his family he was nude. I could see one of the reasons Heather had been so attracted to him, his beautiful cock. It was longer and thicker than Alan's, he kept his pubic area shaved like the women in his family and that probably made it look even bigger. He was uncut and as he watched the lascivious scene in front of him, I could see his cock harden and the head start to peek out from the folds of his foreskin.

I reached out a hand toward him and he walked up to me. I took his almost erect cock on my hand. God! It was huge and hard and hot! I had really never had a sexual thought about this man in the few months I had worked for him, but now I wanted that huge cock of his in my cunt.