Coming Home 143

Delilah sagged with relief as she crossed the threshold into her home. Dropping her bags on the floor near the stairs, she went straight to the kitchen to get some water. The trip home had been long, and as much as she enjoyed herself and her family and friends, it was nice to be back in the peace of her own house.

She also desperately needed to relieve her breasts, as they had been quietly aching for two hours with only a little relief. Her ride home coincided with her normal pumping time, and she had found it difficult to sneak off to the bathroom to manually express some milk out before her trip. She knew she'd be feeling the demand, but it was building steadily and needed to be taken care of.

Delilah was in her late-twenties and lived alone in a small home in a sprawling neighborhood. She worked at a local thrift boutique, partly at the store and partly from home as the online store manager for the shop. This was convenient for her lifestyle, as she decided several years ago to induce lactation and work towards growing her breasts and her milk output.

What she didn't expect when she began this whole process is how much it would change her life! It took several months of consistent massaging her breasts by hand, pump and (as they grew) self-sucking to get where she was now. When she was home, alone and comfortable, she always had a hand massaging her swollen breasts or sucking on them as she did other tasks.

As she polished off her glass of water with a relieved sigh, her hand was already reaching under her top and massaging her left breast. Squeezing with the hands of a master she sprayed milk right into her shirt, not caring in the least to soak her clothes. They were admittedly already damp from the two hour drive home, as she spent most of the trip listening to her audiobook and massaging her breasts to relieve the pressure.

It wasn't enough then to fully relieve her, but she wasn't interested in hooking her pump up for the drive. As she drove she sprayed into her shirt and a towel she laid across her lap. When driving down country roads, she could maneuver her nipple up to her mouth and take long streams, easing pressure quicker than her hands, but the road she ended up taking left little privacy from fellow drivers so she spent the time soaking her clothes and catching up on some chapters of her book.

Now that she was home however, she felt the safety and privacy of her house consume her and she relished in the options she had. Deciding she wanted to unload her suitcase and start some laundry, Delilah peeled off her soaked shirt and put it in the laundry basket. Taking one hand and navigating her breast to her mouth, she latched on with ease and kept her breast in her mouth while sorting through her clothes.

With each pull of her suction, long, thick streams of her milk filled her mouth and poured down her throat. Warm, sweet and filling, she was content as she did her chores and prepared for a relaxing evening while having a self-made snack. Switching breasts, she stopped and sat down, really drawing out her milk and savoring the taste.

See, Delilah was hooked on her own milk. It drove her wild to no end to drink it down, and as she continued her lactation journey, the more milk she ended up producing. It was also a thrill to feel it dripping down her body, and she loved soaking clothes and more with her milk (on purpose or accidentally!)

Pressing her mouth harder into her breast she felt a wave of pleasure as her mouth filled to the brim with her milk. Her breasts had grown a surprising amount from the start, and she was forever pleased that they had grown large enough she could tend to them herself. She reached for her vibrator and spread her legs, feeling the wetness that had grown between her legs. 

Her other breast hung heavy on her stomach, leaking a steady stream of milk down her body as she embraced the gentle vibrations on her clit.

A hot, electric feeling began building through her core and through her veins; she continued to draw the sweet liquid out in long pulls as she felt the oncoming orgasm nearly upon her.

As if a dam had burst, she released a shout and pleasured moan as the orgasm wracked her body. Pleasure oozing over her, and milk spraying to either side with each wave of warm ecstasy. She lay on her bed, writhing and riding the orgasm as long as she could.

When she came to her senses again, she was filled with an overwhelming sense of peace. She took one of her breasts and began to pull more from her reserves, feeling pleasure with each suck of her nipple. Pleasure that reached her toes and all the way back to the tip of her head.

She curled into a comfortable side position and sucked, and sucked, until her breast was empty of its sweetness. 

Soon after, she fell asleep, excited to empty herself yet again when she woke.