Chapter 7

 

It took a few days but eventually we got plans arranged with Debra and her friend Cynthia, who preferred to go by Cindy. I couldn’t wait. Middle-aged orgies were what I was interested in now.

Every night Lucian would nurse from me and drain all my milk. We not only played with my milk, but we had sex on top of that.

Getting the kids out of the house was the best thing to happen to our marriage.

Occasionally I would think that maybe I didn’t need to invite Debra and her friend into our bed, but that was just in the moments after cumming. A few minutes later I realized involving others was a great idea.

Cindy turned out to be a tall, almost willowy blonde that I positively felt fat next to. She was wearing a short-sleeved white shirt that was designed to show off her tattoos. She had extensive flower tattoos from her wrists up to her shoulders. They disappeared under her sleeves. I wondered how far they went. 

“Can I offer you a drink?”

We had decided to keep it casual. Nothing fancy. Just a casual meet and greet and maybe more.

I promised myself I wouldn’t drink too much.

Of all things Cindy requested a cosmopolitan. 

Lucian managed to pull it off with some skill

It was just wine for me and Debra. Lucian saw that I only got a half glass and nothing more.

I didn’t blame him.

My husband stuck with his tried and true bourbon neat.

“So, how do you know Debra?” I asked our new friend.

“She’s my lesbian friend from college,” answered Debra.

Her answer caused Lucian to choke on his drink.

We all looked at him.

“Sorry. That opens so many questions,” he wheezed.

Cindy gave her friend an eye roll and spoke to me. “We’re friends from college,” she said.

“And a lesbian,” Debra added.

“Mostly a lesbian. I’ve been with men.”

I couldn’t resist. “Huh. I’m mostly straight but I’ve been with one woman.”

Cindy eyed Debra. “I know. Debra told me.”

Debra was pouting. “You told me you were a lesbian.”

“I experimented after college,” said Cindy with a tone that told me they had had this discussion a hundred times before. “In high school I avoided all romantic relationships because I was so confused. In college I decided I was lesbian and dated women exclusively.”

“But not me,” Debra complained.

“Because you flitted from person to person, man to woman, woman to man. You were too much a handful. More than a handful. Besides, you were my suitemate for two years. It would have been too uncomfortable to…date.”

“You say that now…”

“Anyway, I didn’t find Ms. Right at college so I broadened my horizons after college.”

“And we finally went on a few dates!” interjected Debra.

“And you can see how that worked out with you eventually winding up with…what’s his name?”

“Mason.”

Cindy made a face at the mention of Debra’s boyfriend. I had a sneaking suspicion he was now an ex-boyfriend. “We’re taking a break.”

Cindy nodded. “I know. You told me. And you told me about Amelia’s…special ability.” She looked directly at my chest, hammering home her point.

I liked the attention.

“Is it true?” Cindy asked.

“That I’m lactating? Yes.”

Cindy sucked in her breath. “That’s…wow…that’s hot.”

I laughed nervously. “I can assure you, lactating isn’t as hot as it seems.”

“Why not?” she asked eagerly. I saw her tongue dart out of her mouth for a second, wetting her lips.

“It started off as a way of feeding my kids…and then this one,” I indicated Lucian, “wouldn’t leave my boobs alone long enough for the milk to dry up.”

“You could have insisted,” Lucian said.

“Yeah, but now I like it now,” I teased.

“What does it taste like?” Cindy wouldn’t be deterred. She was on the hunt. I liked that.

“Sort of sweet,” said Lucian.

“Sweet like fruit juice, cantaloupe juice,” added Debra. 

That puzzled Cindy. “Not at all like milk?”

“Not cow’s milk.”

“Weird.”

“She’s had a fetish for this sort of thing for…for how long?” asked Debra.

Cindy blushed a little. It was one thing to admit you liked women, but it was another entirely to say you wanted to taste another woman’s breast milk.

“Probably since high school.”

We all stared at her in silence until the silence became uncomfortable. 

“I didn’t realize it was that long,” said Debra.

“Some things you don’t openly share,” said Cindy, but she focused on me. “Do you mind…do you mind if I try some?”

“That’s what you came here for, right?” I asked and stood up. Before I opened up my shirt I carefully placed my empty wine glass next to Debra’s on the counter. I couldn’t look at anyone else while I was doing this so I focused on the two elegantly bulbous goblets instead.

The shirt was easy to open, just a small set of easy to undo buttons. I let the flowered garment slip from my shoulders. Underneath was my bra. It was unsexy. It wasn’t a nursing bra though I remembered the days where I had to wear those contraptions with the cup flaps to allow easy access to my nipples. It occurred to me that it might be sexy in the right context, but not tonight.

The bra was boring, but easy to open. It had a front closure that was easily opened with a twist of my fingers. My boobs spilled out of the bra. 

I proudly exposed myself to the little group. Lucian and Debra had seen my tits before so I angled my body toward Cindy.

Her eyes lit up.

“You have great tits,” she said appreciatively and started to reach for me without thinking.

I shied back, not expecting her to touch me. 

“I’m sorry,” she said, quickly pulling back her hands. Her face was bright red with embarrassment and she looked away.

“No, no. It’s fine. Well, sort of fine. I just wasn’t expecting you to…to do that.”

“Sorry,” she repeated.

I cupped my tits with my hands and hefted them a little. My cycle was varying as I got older but I was used to the changes in my body. My boobs were definitely bigger at the moment. I was certain it was from the milk. They were nice and full and it had to be the attention showered on them by Debra and Lucian.

“No, no. I understand you’re eager. Let’s go to the living room, shall we?” I held out my hand to her.

Cindy didn’t need to be invited twice. She wanted this.

I led her by the hand through the house to the comfortable couch where Lou had nursed on me more than once while we prayed the twins wouldn’t suddenly interrupt us.

“How come you haven’t found a woman to lactate for you?” I asked conversationally, as if that was a normal topic of conversation. “You’re a lesbian, right?”

“Mostly a lesbian,” she corrected me.

“How hard can it be to find another kinky lesbian?” I asked her as I seated myself on the couch and put a small pillow under my tits. Patting the cushion next to me I said, “Lay down.”

It was only then I saw that Debra and Lou had followed us. I didn’t blame them. They were probably eager for a show. I know I was eager to show off.

I offered my hand up to Cindy and brought her down to the couch. I didn’t need to do that, but I wanted to make the gesture, put on the show.

“I’ve never done this before,” she said as she settled in, getting her face close to my chest.

“You’ve never played with another woman’s boobs before?” I teased. We ignored the fact it had only been a week since I had my first encounter with Debra.

“No. Not that. I’ve never…you know…nursed from someone.”

I curled my fingers under one breast and offered it to her mouth. “Now’s the time to try.”

She silently surrounded my nipple and areola with her lips, drawing my flesh into her mouth. 

I moaned a little at the warm contact. Both my nipples contracted and I could feel the milk begging to be released. 

Cindy was a natural. That wasn't surprising. We all know how to nurse from birth, but she seemed to have a special affinity for sucking. It took a moment but my milk finally let down and I could feel it flowing into her mouth and down her throat as she swallowed.

After taking only a couple of swallows, Cindy abruptly backed off. “Wow! It is really sweet!” I was thrilled that she liked the taste of my milk. That was a sentence and a thought I never would have guessed I would have in my life. “Can I keep going?”

I nodded. “Please.”

Lou and Debra continued to watch us as Cindy smacked her lips and started sucking me again. This time fairly aggressively. Both my nipples relaxed which made it easier for the milk to flow from both of them. With the breast that Cindy was nursing from, that wasn’t a problem, but the other one started dripping. The milk was dangerously close to Cindy’s hair and made little wet spots on my pants.

I cupped my left breast in a futile effort to staunch the flow.

“Can you get me a washcloth or napkin or something?” I asked my husband.

He shook his head and nudged Debra forward. “I think Ami needs a little help.”

Debra didn’t need to be told twice. There wasn’t room on the couch for her so she was forced to kneel on the floor and lean forward to nurse from my other breast.

It was exactly what I wanted. My breath started to come raggedly and I could feel my pussy heating up and getting wet. I was certain I was going to soak through my panties and then my pants and then stain the couch.

I didn’t care.

I looked to Lucian and he just grinned at me and rubbed the front of his pants where his bulge was more than obvious. 

“Are you going to get it out for me?” I asked. “Are you going to jerk off?”

That was all the permission that Lou needed. A moment later his pants were around his ankles and he was pumping his fist back and forth on his cock.

I couldn’t concentrate on my husband. I had two beautiful women savaging my breasts and I realized that I was going to cum soon. There wasn’t anything I could do about it. There wasn’t anything I wanted to do about it…except maybe get a hand to my pussy so I could jill off in time with Lou.

My hands were trapped so I didn’t bother. I just wiggled my hips as Cindy and Debra downed my milk, sucking my nipples, teasing my flesh with their teeth and tongues. 

When I came, the orgasm surprised me with its intensity. I arched my back as I climaxed which forced the two of them to break their latches and look at me with surprise.

“I came,” I explained.

Cindy giggled. “Yeah. That was obvious. I don’t want to stop.” She licked my nipple and then sucked it a little more. “But I think your milk is all gone.”

Debra smacked her lips. “Yeah. Gone.” She pouted. “But I don’t want to stop either.”

I made an executive decision. “Let’s go to the bedroom.” I pushed them off me and stood up. They didn’t move as I walked away. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lucian step out of his pants and chase after me, his cock bobbing with his steps.

Up in the bedroom I got on the bed and Lucian was right behind me. I was on my knees and he wrapped his arms around me, cupping my tits, caressing my body.

For just a moment we were alone and I was making love with my husband. His hard cock was pressing into the small of my back and I knew in a minute he could be inside of me. 

Then the bed moved and I opened my eyes to see Debra and Cindy joining us. They had undressed on the way to the bedroom. Or maybe inside the bedroom while I was distracted by Lucian’s hands on my tits and pussy. They weren’t naked, but were down to their panties. Debra’s were bright green and looked like satin. Her tits were still small but I admired how the pink nipples were contracted into little hard pebbles. 

But I only lingered on Debra for a moment until Cindy came into view. She was wearing a flowery cotton thong. I couldn’t see her ass but I could tell from the cut and angle of the sides exactly what she was wearing.

Her thong wasn’t what caught and kept my attention. I had already been intrigued by her flower tattoos. Now I saw that the tattoos went up both arms and across the top of her chest, above the breasts. The green vines and stems combined on her sternum, highlighting her tits.

They were beautiful. Dark pink nipples and areolas, perfectly sized for her B-cup boobs. Not too big and not too small. The Goldilocks of tits.

But the best part was the jewelry. She had pierced nipples. On each side of her pinky sized nipples were little gold balls.

My mouth watered to taste her nipples and feel the unnatural metal through flesh.

I reached for her and Debra, just barely touching their soft flesh as they moved in close to me. Before I knew it they were once again sucking on my tits.

I spread my legs a bit, encouraging Lucian to go lower and slip his cock into my pussy but he wasn’t taking the hint. 

“I need your cock,” I unsubtly begged him.

“Bend forward,” he ordered me.

I did that which pushed the two women out of the way. They seemed miffed that I was more eager for cock than their mouths on my tits.

I actually wanted both but I didn’t have time to say that before Lucian was probing between my thighs. 

He couldn’t find the angle. When I started to reach back between my legs to guide him in, Debra intervened.

“Let me help,” she insisted. 

Once more before I could say anything, her hand was holding Lucian’s cock and she guided him into me.

I moaned embarrassingly loud. 

“Let’s make her cum again,” said Cindy as she flopped onto her back and wiggled halfway under me. Her mouth found my breast and she started sucking again.

I moaned and then moaned louder as Debra did the same thing. 

The urge to reach out and touch their tits or even their pussies was strong but I didn’t dare pick up my hands and risk falling on top of them. 

I was overwhelmed with all the sensations washing over me. 

Cindy somehow knew me and in less than a minute I was cumming again, this time on my husband’s cock but helped along by their mouths. 

“Can he fuck me?” asked Debra moving out from underneath me. 

I first looked at her and then twisted my head around to look at Lucian. We locked eyes and he nodded eagerly at me. Of course my husband would be eager to fuck another woman.

He didn’t even ask my permission. Lucian just pulled out of me, which was annoying and distracting, and went over to Debra, kneeling behind her so he could pull down her panties and toss them aside. 

She looked to me and giggled. “Sorry. I couldn’t resist.”

I just nodded and watched as she reached back and once again guided my husband into a pussy, this time hers and not mine.

His eyes momentarily rolled up into his head before he started thrusting. “You’re the best wife ever!”

I chuckled a bit and was about to get off the bed when I realized that Cindy was right next to me, caressing my side and trying to get to my boobs. 

“Want to play?” she asked me.

She didn’t have to ask twice. 

Hell, she didn’t need to ask once. She could have just started doing whatever she wanted to me. 

While Lucian was busily—and happily—fucking Debra, I started kissing Cindy. She had wonderfully soft lips. Kissing her was a dream. Not only did she kiss back but she let her hands wander. I liked it when she played with my tits. 

“Can I?” I asked her.

“Can you what?”

“Uh…touch your boobs.” I looked down at her bare breasts. They were so beautiful.

“Of course. You don’t need to ask.”

I was starting to understand what type of woman Cindy was.

Her breasts were the perfect intersection of soft and firm. They fit exactly into my hand. She shivered each time I rubbed my thumb over her nipples. I loved feeling the hard jewelry against her flesh. When I moved down and took her nipple into my mouth I was rewarded with a beautiful groan and a shiver.

She liked it when I sucked on one breast and pinched the other nipple. Our legs intertwined and she slowly rocked her hips, rubbing her panty-covered pussy against my thigh. I had already gotten off twice so there was no reason why she couldn’t as well.

Still, I wanted to be in charge. While continuing to suck on her tits, giving them all the attention their beauty demanded, I slipped a hand down into her panties. 

They had a wide waistband but when my fingers pushed past the elastic I discovered that—much to my delight—Cindy was the sort of woman who completely shaved her pussy. Or maybe she waxed it. Or something. Either way she had a hot pussy that was perfectly hairless and smooth. 

It was easy to find the top of her slit and run my middle finger down over her clit and then up into her tunnel.

I loved her delighted gasp. “Oh! You are an eager one.”

Taking a break from sucking her tits, I said, “You have no idea.”

“I want to know though.”

We kissed again as I continued to finger her. She wiggled around and together we managed to pull down her thong. I never removed my finger from her. The moment the thong was gone I added my ring finger next to my middle, filling her up even more. 

She moaned deeply.

“You like that?”

“Oh…so full.”

“You like getting finger banged?”

Her eyes fluttered open. “I like getting fucked by a big strapon,” she said looking me straight in the eye.

I tried to take that in stride. “Maybe you should try my husband’s cock.”

“Maybe I will, but right now… make me cum.”

I could do that. I was determined to do that. It took some effort and I got to the point where my palm was literally slapping against her wet and open pussy, but eventually I made her cum.

I continued my attack on her tits while she came, biting and sucking and nibbling and teasing, doing everything to her that I wanted done to myself.

Cindy scissored her legs tightly onto my hand when she came, forcing me to stop banging her. I loved it when her pussy flashed hot and she had little body spasms while enjoying the climax. 

I kissed her again and then realized I was listening to a light round of applause.

Turning my head I saw that Debra and Lucian were done and were clapping for our performance. 

I should have been embarrassed. I was. A little. But I just nodded my head and said, “Thank you, thank you. I’ll be here all night for your sexual needs.” Cindy had released my hand from between her thighs and I sucked my fingers, tasting her amrita.

“My nipples are tingling,” Cindy reported as she lightly cupped them. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

She reached up and lightly kissed my lips. “You didn’t hurt me. They’re tingling like when I first got them pierced. I love it.”

We were all exhausted. Lucian had spent himself in Debra’s pussy. My limbs were exhausted. Cindy claimed she was tingling all over and needed a rest. We lounged on the bed for a while, discussing what we had just done and what we wanted to do next.

It was Cindy who shocked me, but not really, when she said, “I want to make milk like Amelia. Think of all the women who would want me then.”

I couldn’t help but giggle nervously. “Well, the first step is you need to get pregnant. Second is to have the baby—”

“Or babies,” Lucian interjected.

“—and the third step is to have a husband or boyfriend or lover or whatever who keeps your milk flowing.”

Debra was shaking her head. “No. You can induce lactation,” she said. “My cousin did it when she adopted a baby.”

We all looked at her like she had a third eye growing in her forehead.

“Well, she did. I thought it was weird at the time.” Debra looked down at her small chest and then glanced at my much larger boobs. “But now…I’d like to lactate like you, Amelia.”