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Milk Hike

Milk Hike

by xrdxx
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"Did you bring a pump?"

I was trying to be helpful as my wife, Shelley, pulled her backpack out of the trunk of our car at the trailhead. I had a foot up on the bumper, tightening my shoelaces.

Our wedding anniversary fell only a month after the birth of our first child and our families generously took the baby for a day, kicking us out of the house to spend time with each other. Eagerly we headed out for a favorite activity we hadn't done in months: a long nature hike.

On top of feedings my wife had spent her spare time in the last few days pumping breastmilk to make sure there was enough to spare at home while we were out. In our short month as parents I was keenly aware of her productivity. She woke up in the mornings with full, sore, tender breasts, especially if I had done a night feeding with a bottle. We had hours of hiking ahead of us, which I knew would be enough time to strain her.

Shelley looked at me with a sly smile. "No... I thought you wouldn't mind helping?"

I felt lightheaded as blood surged to my cock with those words.

I was obsessed with Shel's breasts. Okay, I've always been obsessed with breasts, but ever since Shelley and I got together years before that it became a singular focus on HER breasts. A slightly awkward early date managed to lead to an invitation back to her apartment, a nightcap to bolster courage, kissing, groping, an invitation to her bedroom. Clothes were discarded, except a blue lace bra. I had thought maybe she was pushing them up or enhancing them somehow in her shirt, but I could see her round breasts filling out the cups, cantilevered over her chest. She lay on the bed, legs spread I dove between them, kissing her pussy lips, tasting her juices for the first time, rolling her bulging clit on my tongue. Feeling the tension and release in her muscles as I licked, she pulled me up away from my feast. A condom was pulled from a drawer and my cock sunk into her for the first time. Her hot, tight pussy squeezed around my thickness, and even wrapped in latex I knew in that moment no pussy would ever compare to Shelley's for the rest of my life. We fucked, animal and desperate. Positions changed. She mounted me, and sitting up on my cock reached her hands behind her back to unclasp that last garment. The bra was tossed away. Her breasts were firm but heavy, without the bra they drooped slightly but still projected out boldly from her chest, perfectly round, tapered slightly from into shallow cones tipped by hard, pink nipples.

"Will you suck them?" She asked me, tilting forward, lifting her pussy up along the shaft of my cock. I was grinning like an idiot, but opened my mouth, breast descended to my face as she slipped back down my length. My lips closed on her nipple and my cock throbbed harder against the tight walls of her pussy. I sucked away at the finest tits I had ever seen, felt, or tasted, as she rode me through waves of pleasure.

How was I not going to be obsessed with her breasts? Showering the next morning I gave into temptation and snuck a peek at the discarded bra on the floor. 34E. And it sure seemed to fit perfectly.

Years later here we were. My first thrill at seeing Shel's body had never waned, and only amplified. We hadn't hiked in probably six months--an activity that used to fill our weekends, and I had to admire her in her gear. Tight black yoga pants stretched over her legs, curving over her hips to meet a faded pink workout top. Her waist tucked in before her figure ballooned outward again at her chest. I had always stolen glances at her round tits filling out her tops, and the view was better than ever. I could see the fabric straining against her sides, pulled taut over the twin spheres, the wide straps of her top suspended over the curve of her breast. Her sports bras all lay abandoned at home: sure the band would fasten but none of her old cups could contain her, nor could she stand the constricting pressure on her swollen breasts. I could make out the second layer of bra straps under her top, descending to the outline of a nursing bra underneath, and the soft, slight bulge of the milk pads over her nipples.

My eyes lifted to meet her face and we exchanged a smile, warmth radiating from her brown eyes. For the first time in a month I ogled her guiltlessly, feeling some of the exhaustion and strain of the last weeks begin to melt away.

Not just guiltlessly but hungrily.

Months before my wife yelled out to me from the bathroom: "there's stuff coming out of my boobs?"

Sauntering over was a revelation. She was topless in front of the bathroom mirror, drops of yellow-white liquid beaded on her breasts--already definitely bigger than they had been months before.

"Look," she said, her hand rose to a breast, fingers found place, sinking into soft flesh and pushing forward towards her nipple. Beads accumulated until with an audible splatter a jet of white exploded forth from her nipple.

Something changed inside of me.

That night in bed we cuddled, my cock throbbing between us, her pussy moistening between her legs until we were too desperate to hold back. Mounting me I reached up to squeeze an incredible breast. She felt denser under my fingers, and slight pressure delivered ready results as white drops appeared around her nipples, converging into a drop. I was mesmerized for a moment, the plenty contained in that single opalescent dot. Desire began to sink into my core. A new and special hunger. Mouth open I pulled her down into me, tongue against her nipple my first taste of her milk. With a mixed sigh of pleasure and relief she gave herself to me, I could taste more rich, thick cream pouring gently from nipple onto my tongue, the sensation of her nipple opening and relaxing in my mouth with every suck. The hot wetness building between us as she rode my shaft and I drank her in.

I hadn't touched her breasts in a month. But god, she looked good. Her breasts became wildly productive. I woke up in the mornings with my back wet where milk streamed out as she cuddled me. Pumping pulled ounces out of her engorged breasts. I tried to be behaved but I couldn't help but stare when she fit her pink nipples into the clear plastic flanges. To help the seal she'd squeeze her breast at the edge of her areola, splashing milk on the flange before guiding her nipple in. The suction grabbed and latched to her breast, nipples becoming red from the suction as they flooded the tubes with white cream.

I'd been fantasizing about replacing those pumps. Today was a gift.

With a grin on my face we locked the car and headed off into the forest.

I trailed behind my wife at first. We made idle conversation--but I barely focused. My eyes were locked onto her round ass swaying in front of me. Even from behind I could see how swollen her breasts had become, straining under the fabric of her old they bulged out to the sides enough to exposed their roundness from behind when she lifted an arm or turned to the side. My cock throbbed hard in my shorts, held against my thigh by my boxer briefs.

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All I could think about was Shel's beautiful body. I wanted her so badly. To hold her, to squeeze her, to feel her warmth and softness. I thought about her breasts. They'd easily ballooned to twice their previous size, and I could tell how they swelled and became firmer between feedings or pumps. My anticipation built. I thought about those massive breasts in front of me. I thought about how she must feel the old shirt getting tighter over her bust. Weight pulling against her bra straps on her shoulders. Each heartbeat reverberating through her breast, the blue veins rising towards the surface as her mammary glands filled with fluid. Every now and again a hand went up, a thumb hooked under a bra strap to adjust it, or she grasped under the band trying to shuffle a cup. The pressure of her engorging breasts would be pushing her nipples against the fabric of her bra, thick and sensitive, slight stimulation as she jiggled with every footstep. The firm pressure behind them building and building, nipples trying to hold back, straining...

The forest was quiet, fallen pine needles muffling everything around us. An occasional bird call broke through, otherwise we mostly heard our own footfalls and breaths. An hour and a half passed.

"Let's start looking around for a place to stop for lunch and..." Shelley's voice trailed off. With the drive out here her breasts hadn't been emptied for three hours. Was she already eager for relief?

We strolled another mile sizing up the areas to the side of us. We passed a thinner game trail that went off behind some bushes. I tapped Shel on the shoulder.

"Should we check that out?"

We followed it a few feet, a hill was rising up steeply to the right and the trail turned left around a tree and into some bushes, opening in an enchanted glade. Soft light carried down through the pine canopy, as the pleasant smell of the trees bathed us. The a slight dip in the hillside almost seemed like a bench, and the undergrowth screened us from the main path.

"This looks like a good spot." Shel looked at me with a smile. She slung her pack off her shoulders, resting it on the ground. She stretched and rolled her shoulders. Meanwhile I obsessively stared at the round spheres under her shirt, fighting for release against the fabric.

We sat on the hillside, unpacking deli sandwiches for lunch. Again, my attention was focused on other things, but I waited patiently, not wanting to spoil a gift by rushing it. We talked between bites, my gaze drifting from admiring the trees to admiring Shelley beside me.

Finally she put away an empty wrapper, arched her back and stretched. I paused expectantly.

"Are you ready to help me?" Shel asked. I nodded dumbly in reply, and managed to wrap the remains of my sandwich and stuff it back in my pack without breaking my gaze on Shelley.

She smiled at me, and reached down to peel off her shirt. Arms crossed and she lifted it over her soft stomach. Her fluid motion was halted at her bust, the enormity of her breasts resisting. An extra tug and the fabric unrolled over the black satin of a nursing bra. As more was unveiled I could see even with the flexible cups her breasts were fighting for space, overflowing into her cleavage, a soft bulge of breast, heaving with each breath. The first hint of blue vein emerging from the pale depths of titflesh, pulsing with her heartbeat. Her arms crested over her head and she pulled away her shirt, placing it to her side.

"How... what... how should I do this?" I asked her.

Shel sized up the space around us. "Maybe, lay across my lap?" She suggested. Captivated by the sight I fumbled around, I pivoted around onto my left side, my head descending towards her lap. The smell of warm milk radiated off her breasts as my face passed them.

"Okay if I just unhook the cups?" She asked me. I nodded, and pulled my head back to give her some room. One hand rested on top of her breast as the other pulled at the top of the bra cup. As it dropped so too did her long, aroused nipple. A soaked milkpad peeled away from the pink of her areola, her nipple jiggling slightly as it welcomed its freedom. The cup fell away, dropping toward Shel's stomach and revealing her wide areola, fading into a white ring of breast bulging and billowing forward out of the constricting remains of the cup. A network of blue veins raced across her breast, converging towards her nipple. Her areola went from a smooth soft pink at its edge, until a ring of bumps emerged halfway across its plain, and slowly crinkles and ridges rose out towards the central prominence of nipple, pink and textured, glistening moist from its damp confinement.

"Well?" She asked me.

I slowly brought my mouth to her breast. My tongue reached out to taste her nipple, sweetness rewarding me. I traced my tongue around the width of her nipple, savoring the texture.

Shel's breath quickened. "Don't play with me. Suck!"

I could feel wetness building on her nipple. I obliged her wish sucking her past my lips and into my mouth.

Her engorged breast responded instantly. A warm blast of milk flooded my mouth, splashing towards my throat. I gulped my first mouthful quickly, trying not to choke on the flood. As soon as I swallowed another mouthful replaced it. I didn't even have to suck, milk poured straight into my mouth. After a few more swallows the pressure in her mammaries eased, her flow didn't stop but weakened. I dared to give a gentle suck, relishing the feeling of her nipple as it pulled along my tongue, greeting me with the tickle of a fresh spray.

"Aaaah!" Shel cried out at that first suck, sensation riding from nipple through the depth of breast into her body. All I could reply with was a muffled moan as I sank my face into soft, warm boob.

I could focus less on hurriedly swallowing the deluge of milk now and savor her flavor more. Those first blasts seemed thin and watery, but now a richer experience began to blend in. Milk coated my tongue, sweeter than I expected, aromatic and delicious. I moaned again in appreciation, as I swallowed I couldn't resist sucking harder, my body craving her deliciousness. Her nipple pulled back, squeezed between the roof of my mouth and tongue. Deep in her breast her swollen glands released their prize treasure of rich cream, thickening the texture of her milk. Even as I swallowed the taste of milk clung to every surface of my mouth. I sucked deep again, desperate for her cream.

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She cried out again--in pleasure or pain? Surprise?

"You're so much stronger than the pump," she gasped.

I swallowed again and released my suction on her, but didn't let her nipple drop all the way out of my mouth.

"Oo muffh?" I mumbled into her areola, my eyes turned up to look at her face. She looked down sweetly and me and smiled.

"No, just different. Good different. Keep going." She raised a hand to caress my hair and pulled me back into her breast. I resumed my suction, gulping down milk mouthful after mouthful.

I began to feel a strange sensation at my shoulder. Trying to look around as best I could without releasing the prized tit, I saw she had uncupped her other breast, and three streams of milk were delicately arcing from her nipple, slowly wetting my shirt over my shoulder. The sight and sensation sent a shockwave through my body, I felt my cock surge harder in my pants, confined and straining. At the same time I sucked harder, the tip of my tongue pushing into her areola, digging down to massage the mammary gland underneath, massaging and working more cream into my mouth.

I don't know how long I had sucked. The forest was quiet stillness around us, just the wet sounds of my suction, the quickened pace of Shel's breath. My whole world was Shelley, my whole connection to the world was her breast, her milk was the gravity pulling me in. Her fingers dug through my hair, sometimes pulling me into her breast, sometimes slackening, sometimes digging claw-like into my scalp when I sucked hard.

Slowly her flow began to subside. Mouthfuls became drops. I continued to use my tongue to try to massage out more milk and sucked hard. Finally Shel's hand relaxed and she gently stroked my head.

"I think it's time to switch," she told me. Reluctantly I gave her nipple a last suck, not releasing as I began to pull my head back until finally it left my mouth with a wet pop and her heavy breast flopped back down, reverberating with jiggles.

I could see this tit had softened slightly, the upper slope no longer quite as round as its partner. It no longer seemed to mushroom as aggressively out of her nursing bra, but her nipple was thickened and red from all my sucking, a bead of white slowly oozed out of it, her nipple was erect but seemed softened and distended, not firm enough to hold back the dribble of milk that lingered in her well-served mammary glands.

In contrast her other breast was more engorged than when we started, blue veins rising to the surface of white titflesh, tracing towards her areola where they branched and twisted, before fading into the depths where they supplied these massive mammaries with their power. This nipple was hard, pink and perky, the fountain of milk still spraying. I moved my open mouth underneath to catch the streams, Shel laughed and my cheek tickled as I caught them.

"Please I need you to--" she started, but I knew her instruction before she finished. I dived into her breast, pulled her nipple into my mouth and sucked. Confident and no longer concerned a flood of milk exploded into my mouth, overflowing. Even as I tried to swallow excess pushed past my lips and rolled down my cheek, spattering in her lap. It felt a shame to waste any of this sweetness, but I knew Shel had plenty more to deliver, plenty more she could produce. I sloppily drank at her breast, sucking, swallowing, and spilling without concern until at last her pressure easer and I could fully seal my lips on her areola and gorge myself on more cream.

I was lost to time again. Lost to the world. One breast smothering my face, feeding me warm milk, I felt the other pressed into the top of my head as Shel's had wormed under my head, seeking the warmth between her legs. I felt the motion as her hand circled beneath me, rhythm working in sync to my gulps, the motion carrying up her whole arm to squish and squeeze her drained breast into my head. I drank away in ecstasy, welcome back so completely into the embrace of Shelley's bosom.

Slowly the mouthfuls once again turned into a trickle, and eventually to mere drops of sweetness. I rolled the fat nipple around in my mouth, felling the rubbery texture of the bloated nub. At last I reluctantly pulled back. I could feel the heaviness of her cream filling my belly.

Shelley gazed at me with a fire in her eyes, biting her lip. Her eyes flitted to the side, catching a glimpse of the bulge against my pants. Her fingers continued to play with herself.

"I need more..." she said, her voice sounded dazed. Her other hand reached down and stroked my cock through the fabric, making it twitch. "I think you do too. I don't think my pussy's ready to take this yet... maybe I can offer something else."

She pushed against me slightly, I backed away, admiring the site of her two drained, hardworking breasts. Her hands rose up, traveled behind her back and unsnapped her bra. Each disappeared in turn up a sleeve to pull out a strap, and finally pulled down on her bra in the middle, exposing the full glory of those fresh-milked udders in our enchanted clearing. She folded the bra in half and carefully placed it on her backpack, then stretched, her breasts pushing forward to feel their full freedom.

She looked at me, she heaved her breasts in her hands, squeezing the soft melons in front of her, a gentle flow of milk oozing out of her used nipples.

"I don't want to get that bra dirty. Come fuck my tits."

I leapt to my feet, fought against button and zipper and the tension of my cock. Shel "oohed" as they slipped away and the bulging outline of my hardness came into view under the taught lycra of my underwear. With more struggle I managed to fight the elastic band over my cock and I sprang to attention, slapping into her breasts.

"Yes!" She shouted, her eyes locked on my dark red penis cradled in the whiteness of her cleavage. Precum leaked from my throbbing head, drooling down onto pale titflesh. She leaned her head down, tongue extending out to lick at the tip of my head. Her lips puckered into a kiss, and she lifted my cock up between her lips, sucking me into her. I was so thick and engorged my pulsing head seemed like it must have filled her mouth, her tongue circling to wet me, and somehow she managed to pull me in deeper still, slathering my cock in wet saliva. She breathed deeply through her nose, savoring the feel of me filling her mouth, then slowly backed away. One hand appeared to grab my shaft, while the other remained fixed on her breast. Gently she guided me backwards slightly, and her wet nipple met my cock. She rubbed me in circles over her areola, nipple dancing around my cock head, finally she squeezed. The gentle ooze of milk found new supply inside her breast as her fingers dug in hard and deep, a spurt of milk gushing forward to cover my cock in a white glaze. A few more squeezes and hands changed places, repeating the process with less success from the more-recently emptied breast, still she played with me around her nipple, pushing me into her areola, feeling her softness give way to my hardness.

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