My name is Doug. I'm a thirty-eight-year-old single guy with a love for breast milk. But there's more to me than just that. I live in a beautiful city. Small community in the mountains. I am an attorney there and have lived there all my life. It's late November, cool out but not cold. I have been single for a while, mostly because I know everyone in town and the ones who aren't trash are married or committed in some way. Except for one, now.
Tonight, I have plans with an old friend. She and her guy broke things off after nine years, which I had to withdraw myself from for the most part because he was such a dick. I was always there if Erin needed to talk, but that was mostly through phone or texts. He was quite controlling and didn't approve of male female friendships. Tonight was the first time I had seen her in person in five years. We were friends online and based on her pictures, nothing had changed much. Still cute. Still Erin.
Several shots and laughs later we found ourselves on the back patio spread out on the two outdoor lounges. I had my hands behind my head and my legs spread on each side of my lounge, Erin laying in a half ass fetal position propping her head up with her inside arm. Both of us were pretty wasted. We carried on with our conversation, something about works several years ago, and I looked over at Erin. She continued talking unaware of the wet spot forming around her nipple.
It was cool out, so the wetness made her nipple harder than it already was. I assumed it was some of her drink that had spilled from the cup with lucky landing and continued to listen, glancing down occasionally. Erin didn't pick her drink back up, yet the wet spot continued to grow. It had become a little over the size of her areola, I could tell they were brown matching her rock-hard nipple. It had to be milk. She didn't have children and wasn't pregnant, but birth control can cause lactation. At that point, I was lost in her breast. I was drunk and I wanted to taste that milk. Erin went from cute to super-hot in one evening.
"Oh no. I was so sucked into our conversation I didn't notice I was starting to leak," she chucked. "I didn't notice until I felt it drip onto my stomach."
"Oh!" She chuckled. "I lactate. My birth control makes it happen, and I just go with it. It usually isn't inconvenient." She sat up and pushed her chest out, "Oh no, both are leaking. I need to pump, Doug. If I don't, my whole shirt will be soaked in milk and my breasts will be so sore. I'm so sorry."
She sat there for a moment with her chest pushed out looking from one wet, delicious looking, nipple to the next. She glanced over at me staring and circled each one with her fingertips. "Oh my, they are sensitive already. I'll be back in about thirty minutes."
She thought to herself for a brief second and circled the tips of her drippy nipples, "Why not? I'll be right back."
I couldn't help but stare as she teased me by fingering herself, staring right at her. I felt like I could see the milk pulsing from her nipple through her tank top. She walked into the house, stumbling a bit. I stroked myself through my shorts a few times and let out a heavy sigh. This was intense. I can't lie, when you're a teen and have close friends that are females, you always wondered what their tits were like. Now, into my thirties I get to find out, and to make things better, hers were lactating.
Everyone has that one thing that sets them on fire and in my circle of friends growing up there was a running joke about mine being breast milk. No secret: everyone was there the day our sexy, unprofessional tenth grade teacher lactated through her shirt as she leaned over my desk with massive cleavage in my face. I could smell her milk off her full, perfect tits. After that experience it had always been my turn on. And she knew it.
Erin returned moments later with her breast pump. She sat closer than she was before on the opposite couch. Without making a big deal of anything, she pulled one strap from her tank top down, untucked her arm and exposed her titty. Her brown nipple was hard and had a steady drip of milk. I couldn't help but stare. She noticed and smiled as she unwrapped the tubing.
"I have found I milk much easier if my nipples are stroked a little before I place the cup, could you?" She circled her exposed nipple and pulled it.
"Some nipple play should do just fine." She started taking my hand bringing it to her breast. Her skin was soft and her tit firm and perky.
I gave her breast a light, but steady, squeeze making her milk stream out. I took her nipple in a gentle pinch and twisted back and forth. She gasped, in response. I pulled on her, making another stream of milk spray onto my shirt, milk running off my fingers. Her head fell back as she groaned. I continued my rhythm of tugs and twists, the sight of her milk streaming from her, her moans of approval. I needed to taste it. She had kept her head back, so I took the opportunity to hold my mouth just under her nipple as I massaged some of her milk onto my tongue. Heaven. She was creamy, sweet, silky, and delicious.
I needed more; I wanted to nurse her but knew I needed to go slow. I milked her into my mouth a few more times to satisfy my need. I pulled her nipple for an extended few seconds really causing Erin to groan and gasp for breath, after the pull I tightly licked the tip of her nipple that stuck out of my fingers. Her moans turned to screams at that moment I pulled her nipple once more and held it out until it slipped from my fingers.
I rapidly flicked her with my finger, she was long and hard. I moved my finger out and replaced it with my tongue, flicking just as fast. I felt fingers running through the hair on the back of my head holding me into place. I lightly nibbled her before closing my mouth over her areola and latched onto her titty. My tongue cupped the bottom of her eager nipple, as I suckled it helped pull her deep into my mouth. I looked up at her, she was in complete euphoria; head back, face relaxed, moaning, still holding my head in place.
Her milk flooded my mouth. So silky. My cock was rock hard trapped within my shorts. I wonder what her pussy was like; was it tight? What about wet? Does she like to have her pussy eaten? I wanted to eat that pussy too. Some milk escaped the corner of my mouth and ran down my chin. I felt a finger wipe it away and as I opened my eyes, it was Erin putting her finger into her mouth to suck it clean. The sight made my cock ache. I slid my hand over it just once to 'adjust'.
