It
was 3 months after our first son was born. Julie was a dedicated mother
and consistently nursed him. I also learned during that time to love the
taste of her breast milk and about the excitement I got from squeezing
her swollen breasts during sex, getting showered with her milk.
Now my wife did not have huge tits when we got married. They were firm, but not overly large. But she did, and does
have great nipples. Those button kind that don't splay all over the end
of her tits. When she got pregnant, and while nursing, her breasts got
larger, but they still were nice and firm, with no sag and with the
great nipples.
Tom came over for supper one evening. When we
finished eating it was time for Julie to feed our son. As we sat in the
living room talking, Julie just opened her blouse and started nursing
him. But, instead of having one breast out, she opened her blouse so
both her breasts were exposed.
Tom and I sat there drinking and
talking mindful of hos fun it was to look at Julie's breasts. As we
talked and enjoyed the view, Julie relaxed and her milk began to flow,
seeping from her un-suckled right breast as my son was latched on the
nipple of the left. The conversation between Tom and I kind of died and I
noticed that Tom had gone from thinking he was sneaking looks to openly
staring at my wife's tits. He kind of squirmed in his chair and I could
tell he was trying to straighten out his hardening cock in his jeans.
Julie sat there rocking and smiling, enjoying the power her tits had
over us. My son finished nursing on her left breast and fell asleep. She
rocked him for a couple of minutes, then took him into his room and put
him in his crib. When she came back into the living room she had kind
of buttoned her blouse, but the milk leaking from her un-suckled right
tit was soaking through her top, turning it transparent so her nipple
showed clearly.
I asked if he was asleep and Julie relied "Yes,
soundly." Then she said, "It is such a pain when he only finishes one
side. Now I guess I am going to have to use the pump on the other one." I
said, "Unless you want us to help". Julie got an evil grin on her face
and Tom's ears perked up at the "us" part. Julie said, "Well, I don't
know. What did you have in mind"? I told her I wasn't exactly sure, but I
thought Tom and I would be willing to do whatever would be helpful. I
explained to Tom that Julie gets pretty uncomfortable when she gets
"overfull". He just had a stupid look on his face and was grinning from
ear to ear as he mindlessly nodded his head up and down like he even
cared what I said.
Julie said "Well, I guess it is either the pump
or you guys. And you guys seem to have a lot more personality than that
thing." Julie unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, shrugged it off her
shoulders and tossed it over by the bedroom door. She stood in front of
us with those huge milk swollen jugs sticking out proudly in front of
her, not a hint of embarrassment on her face.
She walked to her
chair and sat down, saying "Honey. Go get a glass out of the cupboard." I
was in the kitchen in a flash, grabbed a glass, and sped back into the
living room. When I got there, Julie had her head on the back of her
chair, and was using her hand to gently guide Tom's hand across her
chest. She saw me and said "Have to get my nipples relaxed to get the
milk flowing again."
I guess they were relaxed all right because
milk was seeping from both her nipples and running down her breasts to
her stomach. Tom started to use the milk as a lubricant as he continued
to massage her breasts.
Julie took the glass from me and said "I
want both of you to watch, because this is how you get the milk out
without hurting me." Then she held the glass up to the overfull breast
and with her thumb and forefinger, started to "milk" herself. The milk
flowed pretty easily and made an impressive stream into the glass. She
stopped and told Tom to stand behind her. When he did she had him reach
over her shoulder and put his hand on her tit. "Now do it the way I
showed you" she said. Tom was a little hesitant at first, but in a
couple of minutes he was filling the glass with each caressing pinch.
I just stood there watching as my friend quite literally milked my
wife. The milk was getting on his fingers that made them slick and slide
easier on Julie's tit and nipple. As he did that she lay her head back
on the chair, closed her eyes, and moaned softly with each stroke.
I
was transfixed by the scene in front of me. As I watched Tom filling
the glass, I saw Julie's hand stray down to the crotch of her jeans. She
began to rub her pussy through the denim, moving her hips and moaning
as her excitement built. My cock felt like it was going to bust right
out of my pants. I have no doubt that Tom's cock probably felt the same
way, since he was also playing with her slick tit.
As Tom worked
Julie's tit, and Julie worked her hand down into the front of her pants,
the moans increased and the milk flow decreased. It finally stopped
altogether, although neither Julie's moans nor Tom's nipple manipulation
let up. But Julie finally broke the trance and said, "I think that side
is empty." She looked over at me and said "I think the other one is
yours."
I replaced Tom behind her chair. I felt sorry for the poor
guy because he could barely walk as he tried to adjust and straighten
his cock in his jeans. As he struggled Julie said "Poor guy. Do you need
some help?" Tom said "sure" and walked over beside Julie. I kept
caressing Julie's right nipple as Tom stood beside her chair. Julie told
me to hold the glass, which I did. Then she reached over and undid
Tom's belt and zipper, pulling the front of his jeans and underwear
down. She grabbed his cock and pulled it out, taking some of the milk
from her tit and stomach to lube up his shaft. Then, as I worked her
right tit, Julie gave Tom a hand-job.
I think he liked it.
I was
having trouble getting much, if any, milk out of Julie's tit. I
commented on that, and she said "Remember, that was is the one the baby
used so there may not be as much there. We will probably have to use our
imaginations to get some." I said okay and, with that, Julie stood up
and, using Tom's cock like he was a pull toy, led us over to the counter
that separated the kitchen from the living room.
She told me to get
on the kitchen side of the counter with the glass. Then Julie turned
and pushed Tom's pants down around his ankles as she gave him a deep
kiss. His hand went to her tit and she scolded him saying "No. Those are
not for you." With that, she unfastened her jeans, hooked her thumbs in
the waistband of the panties and pushed her jeans and panties to the
floor, stepping out of them and kicking them into the corner. Now she
was completely naked.
Julie turned her back to Tom, leaned her arms
on the counter and said to him "This is for you" as she stuck her naked
ass out at him. Then she said to me "I think we will get the milk
flowing again." She reached between her legs, grabbed Tom's cock and
guided it to her pussy opening. Then she pushed her ass back a little,
wiggling his cockhead back and forth to part her pussy lips before
moving back again, onto Tom's cock. Tom grabbed her hips and pushed his
hips forward, driving his cock into Julie's pussy.
Tom started
pumping his cock in and out. Julie looked at me, lifted one hand off the
counter and squeezed her right nipple, spraying me in the face with a
fine mist of milk. Then she laughed and said "I think we have it going
again."
Boy did we.
I could tell the instant Julie came, not
just from her scream, but from the fact that huge drops of milk seeped
out of each nipple before falling to the counter, followed by another
and another. I could just barely tug on her breasts and nipples and the
milk absolutely streamed out.
By the time Tom and I each were done
fucking Julie that evening, I don't think there was a drop of milk left
in either of her tits. The nice thing about it was she could always
produce more. All we had to do was give her a little time.
And she did and we did.
Tom became a regular guest at our house. He would bring the steak and
we supplied the milk. He was such a good friend that he even helped me
out by taking over my milking chores if I was gone on business.