"Oh No!...not again!....Why won't this stop?!..." Beth pleaded as she threw off the duvet & rose from her side of the bed.
There was a dull pressure in her chest & a wet sensation on her side. A steady trickle of white milk was flowing from her pink nipples and had left a large damp patch on her bedsheets.
It was still early and the dim morning light was only just illuminating the room. She cautiously glanced over at her husband to check if she had stirred him, but his limp body didn't move & his rhythmic wheeze continued uninterrupted.
Beth cupped her leaking breasts and quickly scampered to the bathroom. She locked the door as quietly as she could and, eyes still squinting from the light, shuffled over to the sink. Grabbing the bottom of her vest and hoisting it off, her enormous boobs lifted slightly before falling out from under the fabric with a loud 'Slap!'.
"Oooh!" Beth whimpered slightly as the weight of them made her wince.
She leaned over the sink to catch the steady dripping from her teats and gently massaged the sides of her breasts. For a few minutes, she rubbed her chest and caressed her areolas until she felt the hairs on her neck stand on end. The warm tingling of her let down washed over her, like a thousand tiny kisses running from her nipples, up through her breasts & cascading all the way down her back.
Beth tried to stifle the moan of euphoric relief to avoid waking her husband in the next room, but her gentle whimper managed to escape regardless. The steady trickle from her tits had now turned into several, strong streams of creamy milk spurting out from each nipple.
Staring at herself in the bathroom mirror, leaky tits hanging over the sink, Beth reflected over the mess she'd made of her life by giving into her stupid, primal desires.
It had been two weeks since Beth had met Melanie and been taken to the hucow barn. So far, Beth had held true to her oath never to return. After her experience, she had quickly run home & locked her self in the bathroom from embarrassment & shame. Sitting in the shower with the water running, she had cried over what she'd done & what a sin she had just committed.
She had promised her husband, her family & her God that she would be faithful as a wife. But she had given into her base instincts as a woman and let a strange man enter her. She had allowed herself to be degraded, violated & defiled when he plunged his manhood down her throat & emptied his thick seed into her stomach.
But most of all, the worst source of guilt was from the knowledge that, in the moment, she had fully surrendered herself to the pleasure. She couldn't shake the memory of shaking & convulsing with orgasm on Apollo's hard cock as it penetrated her, how those sensual words whispered in her ear made her go wild and scream with desire.
When she finally composed herself, she found an excited message from Melanie on her phone; asking her how her first session went. Beth calmly told the older woman that she'd made a terrible mistake, and politely asked never to be contacted again. She then swore to forget the whole experience.
As determined as Beth was to never return to that degenerate place, her body had failed to get the memo. The milking session with Apollo had caused her breasts to go haywire and their milk production had nearly doubled in the past two weeks. Her pussy still didn't feel like it had returned fully to its size before the large bull had stretched her out to fit his huge cock.
In the daytime, she was tormented by daydreams & impulses of Apollo entering her body. The manly sound of pleasure he made as he emptied his balls into her belly. The feel of his monster cock pulsing in her mouth & neck as she felt his essence pour down her throat.
At night, Beth was visited by insane, wild dreams. Visions of the strong male smacking her ass as she orgasmed on his cock again & again. Desires of Apollo massaging her teats with his mouth as he suckled Beth's sweet nectar straight from the breast.
With all these animal impulses, Beth's body had rewarded her by waking her up early almost every morning to a wet patch between her legs, and an even larger one on her vest & bedsheets; The sweet smell of breastmilk welcoming her to the day.
Beth's ruminating faded & she found herself back in the bathroom, awkwardly leaning her gigantic breasts over the sink; she could feel the pressure in her chest begin to lighten.
She squeezed her breasts as hard as she could to get them to release as much of their milk as possible. Her face scrunched as a heavy spray shot from her nipples before the flow reduced to a fairly slow dribble yet again. The immediate discomfort would be gone...for now.
Her bosom never quite felt empty nowadays. There was always a dull tightness in her breasts where they hadn't given up the milk held deep within them. Clearly Beth's dainty, soft fingers weren't as capable as Apollo's masterful hands at emptying her udders. The dirty memory flashed back into Beth's mind, but she quickly wrestled it away.
Today was special she told herself. Today was a clean slate.
She quietly got dressed and went downstairs to make breakfast. It wasn't long before she heard her husband roll out of bed & lethargically shuffle into the dining room.
Beth dutifully swanned in from the kitchen & placed his breakfast in front of him & sat attentively across the table. Without even acknowledging his wife, Beth's husband began shovelling the food into his mouth; staring at the morning newspaper.
"Are you going to help Margret with the prayer group tonight?..." He eventually asked, not looking up.
"Oh!..." Beth breathed, gingerly brushing her hair behind her ear.
"Well.....I thought....perhaps...we'd be going somewhere for dinner..." she said sheepishly.
"Huh?!..." Beth's husband responded, looking up with a dumbfounded expression, mouth open & full of food.
Beth's eyes saddened. "It's.......It's my birthday..." her gentle voice quivered slightly. He had forgotten again, pre-occupied with work, as always.
"Oh!..." Her husband feinted, returning to his paper. "Gee I dunno Beth......" He said, shaking his balding head. "...We've got some business partners visiting us this week. My boss wants me to take them out, treat them to a fancy dinner and smooth-talk them a bit.."
Beth could feel tears swelling up inside her, but she held them down.
"So.......YOU are going out for dinner?...just not with me?.." She inquired. " Can...I come?!...Meet your work friends?..."
Her husband shook his head, still chewing his food.
"No I'm sorry..." he dismissed. "It's boring work stuff...you wouldn't be wanted Beth. You'd get in the way.....Go & help Margret with the prayer group tonight.." He stated flatly. "We'll think of something to do for your birthday when work slows down.."
