Search For A Lactating Relationship

Thanks for stopping by to read my story. This story is based on mostly facts, with names changed and details left out, to protect everyone involved.

And of course: everyone in this story is way older than 18 years. No infringement is intended where some facets of this story reference materials I found on the Internet.

If you are squeamish about having affairs or female lactation for nourishment/pleasure then skip this story.

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The 1990's were a fun time for technology. The previously private Internet was no longer private. Netscape had written an HTML browser. Internet Service Providers were popping up all over the world, as this "network" began to come to life.

As it was, my 2nd, 3rd and 4th girlfriends would all come from what was the precursor to the Internet... Bulletin Board Systems. Modems rue the day, and phone line technology was struggling to keep up.

I remember the time that 14,400 baud was as fast as it could go. It made downloading drivers from hardware companies excruciating, even though it was still faster than doing snail mail.

But at the time, for the Bulletin Boards, 14,400 was like lightning. Text messaging via what was a very rudimentary email system was new, exciting, and networks using programs that could send messages around the world from system to system were the rage for the time.

But here come Netscape. It was buggy. It would crash... but it had on it something that everyone with a computer wanted... porn. It would cause the demise of printed porn, not to mention newspapers, and almost the TV (where we are today).

The Internet was naive at the time. Concepts were being thrown out to the world. Scanners were busy humming along scanning magazine photos to put them online. Some that would be called "smut" were out there too. Different kinks and fetishes also came out of the woodwork.

The one that caught my eye... was lactation.

Again, as a naive adult, who wasn't married and had no kids, lactation was what happened because of pregnancy, for the benefit of the baby. Since I didn't get the birds and the bees lecture, I had to figure that out on my own.

What I knew of lactation:

1) It was because of pregnancy to feed the baby.

2) It would stop when the baby was weened.

One of my days off, in between girlfriends, I found a website that was about hucow stories. In the 1990's this was toward the "smut" scare as a fetish, and those stories were hard to come by. But this site had them. And from those stories, I begin to learn.

One story that caught my eye right off, was about a couple of friends. Both women became pregnant about the same time. Yet one husband and one woman from the other couple were both engineers for the same company. They went to a conference. The woman managed to break her breast pump, and where they were in a small town, there was no Wally World. There was no way to get another pump. Not even from the Hospital. What would she do? And time was running out, her milk was full, and there was no relief in site. Come to the rescue, her work partner. He was in a room nearby, and she called him for help. The only solution, was for him to suckle her dry. That would at least tide her over till a store would open the next morning to buy a new pump.

The story told of the excitement and naughtiness of it. But he loved every minute of it. It even turned sexual, a secret that they had to keep to themselves, as they loved their spouses... but this was just between them.

Other stories talked of inducing lactation. And at the time, I thought that it was just that. A story. Hucow stories talked of mad scientists that would come up with drugs that could be used to turn women into cattle breading stock. Their tits or udders filled with milk. I myself, was mesmerized.

As time passed, more and more started coming out about lactation. A popular newscaster had adopted and decided to induce so that she could feed her new adopted baby. A yogurt shop was offering on this one particular day... breast milk yogurt, all human milk.

That's when I learned that yes, induced lactation was not only possible, but was being done around the world. One set of stories that kept coming up, was that it was normal for men in India to be breast fed by their wives. Including other family members (cousins and uncles).

Then videos begin to surface... this took the cake. Women painted white, with brown spots. On hands and knees. Women being milked by hand, by other women into a bucket. I was lost.

So, for the foreseeable future, being with a woman took on a new significance. One girlfriend allowed me to suckle her at night as we fell asleep. It was the most peaceful night of sleep I ever had. Her girls had names... and I loved them as much as I loved her. I just never got milk from her.

One woman after another, wanted no part of it.

As a part of the birth of the Internet, was the birth of something that kind of proved what the Internet was supposed to be, FREE. In this case, it was the birth of CraigsList. Single-handedly, they put the newspaper classifieds out of business. Everything was there, buying, selling, bartering, and most importantly, dating. And the magic word... it was FREE!

I have to admit that I found many a date, and a few girlfriends out of CraigsList. Little did I know... that for as much as Lactation was taking off across the Internet, so was it taking off on CraigsList. Breast Pumps for sale. Breast Milk for sale. Men looking for women who were either lactating or willing to lactate.

So I figured, what the heck... maybe I could find love and lactation. So I wrote my ad. My reasoning was multi-fold. I wanted the closeness. I wanted the suckling. I wanted her nourishment. I wanted her in a relationship.

Diana answered. We both lived in the same city. She had kids and was married, but her husband gave his permission for her to find a playmate. She, too, had discovered lactation. And she wanted to produce milk and be suckled. He wanted no part of it.

We had not met yet. But our email chats were hot and heavy. I couldn't wait for the day.

It was a nice spring morning. I woke up, and realized it wasn't a good day for me to go to work, so I called out. I considered it a "mental health sick day". I got online, and saw I had an email from Diana. She was having one of those days too (she didn't work). In passing a few emails back and forth, we both found that we were a bit "randy" for some action. I mentioned one of my other now favorite things... giving cunilingus. She made a reference that she had not experienced orgasm before with cuni, so I bet her that if she came to see me that I could do that for her. I was thinking to myself that she'd never take me up on the bet.

She called me on the bet.

She jumped at the chance. So I tidied up the living room, and put a very soft towel in the chair for her to sit on. I gave her directions to my place, and my phone number to call me when she got there and I'd go out and meet her in the parking lot.

I didn't know what to think. My head was spinning! Was this really happening?

My phone rang. I headed out to the parking lot.

She was just as beautiful as her pictures made her out to be. We hugged and I lead her inside. We hugged again, and shared a less than passionate kiss.

I asked her if she was ready to get started. She said yes... and commented on how I was going to get right down to business. I aimed to please.

I peeled off her shirt and top, and removed her bra. Her breasts were beautiful D's, with silver-dollar sized areola, and dime sized nipples. I took it to take each one into my mouth and suckle on it. Nothing came out, of course. They tasted as good as they looked.

I reached for the belt buckle, and unfastened her jeans. She was nice and smooth, having just showered before she came over. And to boot, was pantiless! Perfect!

I helped her out of her jeans and lead her over to the chair. I kissed her again on the lips, and her breasts. I slid down between her legs, and kissed my way down to her waiting pussy. She had a beautiful mid-40's labia, and tasted absolutely delicious!

I sucked her clit like it was a cock. It sent ripples throughout her body. While sucking on it, I dived my tongue as deep into her as it would go. I even tongued her urethra opening too. I was lost in what I was doing, I was in my own heaven. My hands were reaching up, and massaging her breasts as I suckled on her soft folds of her pussy.

It was within 10 to 15 minutes, she started coming up toward orgasm. When she came, I refused to back down, trying to keep here there on that plateau. And I did, until she had to push me away. I asked her if anyone had ever done that for her, and she said no.

I sat at her feet and we talked for 15 or 20 minutes, so that she could get her bearings after cuming so hard. We talked about the lactation. We talked about other stuff. She told me she'd have to leave by 11am because of another appointment. I was disappointed, as I wanted more time.

I asked her if she'd like one more go-round. She said yes. The repeat performance was just as good as the first. She came even harder and faster this time, since she was already sensitive.

After she came back down, she got up and dressed. We hugged and kissed and I walked her to her car. She said we'd do it again. On top of our other lactation activities.

When I got back indoors, I knew that she didn't fake what she had experienced. There, on the towel she was sitting on, was a white spot she had left behind. It gave me a smile.

Yep, I won that bet.

Epilogue...

Due to an illness in her family, she had to leave the state for a while. While she was there, she had went ahead and purchased a breast pump. She would tease me with pictures and video clips.

When she came back, she was still pumping and was getting a little bit out. I finally coaxed her over to see me, and let me suckle on her a bit. I even managed to get one drop out of her right breast.

The relationship soured after that. I never would see her again personally. Later on, I found a picture of her with a younger man. Guess that was what she wanted more.

I'm still searching for a lactating woman of my own. But those are stories for another time.