Note: This story is not a part of any other story or continuity that I have written before. Enjoy.
It had been a long time since I had heard from Harmony. She had been the last of my few college girlfriends, the last before I started dating the one who would become my wife. I had noticed Harmony in a couple of my classes junior year. Even though she was a short, little mousy thing, it was hard to miss her thanks to her huge bustline. Even though she never dressed to show off, she had some big tits and there wasn't much she could do to hide them. I say she didn't dress to show off, but there was the yellow "periodic table" tee-shirt she wore to a chem lab. That gave all the guys, me included, an excuse to gawk at those huge tits. She didn't wear that again, so I don't think she liked the attention.
Turned out she was only trying to get MY attention! I'd later find out that she had intentionally signed up for, or transferred into, as many of the classes I was in as she could. She even took a thermodynamics course that was outside of her chemistry major, just to see me! She was actually stalking me. And it worked. I had been without a girlfriend for a while and I always had a thing for big tits, so it wasn't very far into the semester that I found myself asking her out. I didn't know it then, but I could have slept with her the first time I spoke to her. Instead I asked her out to a couple of movies, like a gentleman. But she was sending out all the signals. I just couldn't believe my luck. Before long I had figured it out and we were fucking like rabbits every chance we could.
After a month or two, I could tell that she was in love with me, whereas I was just in love with fucking her. I was in love with her big tits and the way they moved when she was on top of me or on her hands and knees in front of me. For a girl who was maybe 5' 1", she had tits that overfilled a 36DD bra. When released from its confines they hung gloriously down to her navel. They had vertical stretch marks high up on her chest like I had never seen. And her aureole were pale pink, almost invisible, topped with nipples that were wide, but barely protruded. It seemed to me that the volume of her breasts had so stretched the aureole and nipples that they were barely there. Nonetheless, I sucked and licked and bit those things for hours and hours. And she loved to fuck. Maybe because she thought of me as some kind of superstar, she would fuck and come and fuck some more. She only said no to me once, when I asked to use her backdoor. This really irked me. And it got me to thinking that there wasn't much more for us to do other than repeating what we had already done so many times.
Finally, I told her that I didn't reciprocate her love. I told her I was really just using her for sex. I told her I didn't want to see her any more and that she should find someone who cared for her as a person. She cried, but then offered to just be my sex toy. For another week or two, I just called her or went to her room late at night after I was done partying for a quick fuck. She didn't complain, but I felt like a real shit. Finally, I stopped seeing her and started seeing my future wife. Harmony was crushed. I was her one and only, but she moved on. At our last meeting, she offered to fuck me any time I wanted to cheat on my new girlfriend. Wow.
Flash forward fifteen years. I had been married for nearly ten years. I was happy, if not as sexually satisfied as I wanted to be. Married sex was good, but it was infrequent and unvarying. I had a collection of xxx videotapes and DVDs and took care of my excess sexual needs myself. I was surprised, when out of nowhere I got a call at my office from Harmony. She had not forgotten me even as she got on with her life. She had married and divorced a guy, but not before he had gotten her pregnant. She had a one-year old and they lived not far from where I did with my little family. She begged me to come over. She needed to talk. It had been over a week since I had gotten any action at home. Maybe that's what tipped the balance. I said I'd come over.
Harmony met me at the door in a blue sweater and grey sweatpants. She hadn't changed much. She still had baby-fine brown hair that came to her shoulders and she was still unmistakably shapely. She had always had voluptuous hips, a narrow waist and those enormous tits. We shared a tiny, quick, platonic hug and sat down to talk. She updated me on her failed marriage and told me about her baby, who was asleep upstairs. She told me she had never stopped thinking about me and had followed my life through the college alumni news and friends of friends.
I told her I was happy and wasn't there to cheat on my wife. She told me she was available if I ever changed my mind. She told me she had asked me to come over for another reason. She told me that she breastfed her daughter. I shifted in my seat as my cock throbbed and grew a bit. She said that her daughter had stopped "taking the breast" and would only drink her milk from bottles.
"I make a lot of milk," she told me, noting my reaction. "A LOT," she repeated. "I've filled dozens of bottles. I've filled the fridge and freezer. And my breasts are aching right now as they are so full."
"So, why don't you just pump it out and dump it?" I asked.
"I'm so sick of using that pump. It hurts for one thing and it takes forever to empty what I have." She paused as if she was deciding whether to proceed.