The Idea

A few minutes later we were both sitting up on the quilt, not facing each other. "You look glum," Claire said. "Feeling bad about cheating on June?"

"Yeah, kind of," I admitted.

"Me too." Claire sounded as glum as I felt. "Personally I don't care that I cheated on Bryan. I've just about had it with him. But I don't feel too good about fucking my best friend's husband." She sighed, and I couldn't help but watch the way her tits did a slow-motion bounce. "And it was all my idea, too. If I'd worked any harder at seducing you it would have been rape." She flashed a quick smile.

"Nah," I said. "I wanted you. I wanted you so bad... I mean, you are so fucking sexy... Anyway, it's not like I can palm off the blame onto you."

Claire lay back, hooking one arm behind her head for a pillow. "Well, I had a secret weapon, didn't I? She put her free hand under her left tit, hoisting it. "I mean the tittie-milk thing was what had you hooked, wasn't it?"

"Well, I guess so, yeah."

Still holding her breast in her hand, she looked down at the nipple, then started fondling it with one finger. "Christ, if only my jerk of a husband felt that way." She looked wistfully into the distance. "It felt SO good when you were fucking me and sucking my tit at the same time. Oops, now look what I've started. Just thinking about it gets it going sometimes."

I wasn't sure what she meant by "thinking about it"--thinking about having her tit sucked, or being fucked, or both--but I could see what she meant about the effect. Once again drops of milk began to appear on her nipple and trickle down the slope of her breast.

"You'd think I'd be empty after the workout you've just given me," Claire said. "But nope; it looks like I still have some left." To demonstrate, she squeezed behind the nipple and sent a spray of milk in my direction; some of it landing on my stomach and legs.

"Jesus, that is so fucking sexy, Claire," I said.

"Yeah, like I said: my secret weapon." She smiled and squeezed out another spurt. "But I'm sure you're tired out, Jack. Maybe you could just give me a little suck while I play with myself?"

I couldn't turn down a request like that. I got down on my stomach, holding myself up on my elbows so that my face was poised over her leaking breast. Teasing her at first, I protracted my tongue and delicately lapped a few droplets of her milk.

"Oh yeah," she purred. She put her hand on to the back of my head and pulled me to her, forcing my mouth down to her nipple. "Oh, that feels good." Her other hand went down to her crotch, and as I once more began sucking milk out of her breast, I could sense from the jiggling motion of her body that she was playing with her pussy.

In a short time she was working her way up to another orgasm. It seemed like I'd only sucked a few mouthfuls of her milk when she started writhing and moaning with increasing intensity. Briefly taking her hand away from her pussy, she used it to grab my hand and move it to the breast I wasn't sucking on. "Squeeze it," she ordered, closing her hand around mine. "That's it. Oh, Jack…"

I did as she commanded; squeezing her left breast behind the nipple and watching the milk spray upward as I sucked on her right. After a few minutes of this she arched her back and began making a series of moans, each one louder and more intense than the last. I could hear the wet slapping sound of her fingers in her pussy, moving faster and faster. And then her body spasmed, her back arching violently, and one final, desperate moan escaped her lips.

I took my hand and my mouth away from her breasts as she relaxed, and it seemed that I could track the quieting of her orgasm by watching the decreasing flow of milk from her nipples. The fine jets of the fountain-like spray reached up to a lesser and lesser height, then became a dripping flow, and finally only oozing droplets. Claire took a deep breath and looked at me. "Thank you again, Jack," she said with a sluggish smile. "You're a nursing mother's best friend."

"My pleasure," I said, sitting up cross-legged. I smiled and wrapped my fist around the hard cock that was angled up from my lap. "See?"

"Ooh, look at you, you bad boy," she chuckled. "Do you always recover this quickly, or is that the effect of my sweet tittie-milk?"

"What do you think?" I said, reaching over to her left breast and raking my hand over it. I then wet my palm with the milk that was splattered all over her skin, fisted my erection and pumped it, the milk acting as a lubricant.

Claire beckoned me with a wave of her hand. "Come here Jack. Come straddle me and slide that big thing between my boobs."

In a flash I did as Claire asked, planting one knee on either side of her. I leaned over and laid my cock on her chest, and she put a hand on the outside of each tit, squeezing them together over my shaft. She positioned her hands so that as she held her tits together she could also milk them, her thumb and forefinger pinching in behind the nipple. Anyone who's ever taken part in a tit-fucking knows that one problem with the otherwise enchanting act is the need for lubrication. Even the most liberal application of oil or lube tends to lose its effectiveness after a while. But with Claire there was a marvelous new wrinkle on tit-fucking: her tits were self-lubricating. And as I slid my cock back and forth between the warm, soft grip of her breasts, she would squeeze behind her nipples from time to time, and the milk would trickle down into the cleft where my shaft was nestled.

Claire reached up behind her to gather some of the quilt under her head as a pillow. This brought her mouth closer to where the head of my cock appeared and disappeared between her pressed-together tits, and every few thrusts I would push far enough so she could take a couple of inches into her mouth. My mind reeled, overwhelmed with raw sensation: the feeling of Claire's soft, pouty lips taking my cock head, the sight of her face, sprinkled with stray drops of milk, the warm cushion of her tits squeezing in on my cock through the slippery sheet of milk... There's no way a man can experience all of that without reaching critical mass in a hurry, and that's exactly what happened. I felt my balls spasm, the explosion primed, the fuse lit. I grunted, my body hunching in on itself, and I came. The first spurt went straight up the midline of Claire's face, laying a cord of jism from the tip of her cute little nose, between her eyes, up along her brow and into her hair. Then I drew back, and for the remaining jets of cum the head of my cock was buried between her tits.

When I was finished, I lifted off of her and collapsed at her side, propping myself up on my elbow so I could look at her. She was quite a sight; the stripe of cum up her face, the white drops of milk thickly scattered over her face and upper body, and on her freckled chest between her perfectly-shaped breasts, a glistening pool of cum swirled together with milk. The two of us spent some time playing with this puddled cocktail, dabbling our fingers in it to stir it around and finger-paint trails of it up and over her breasts and down to her navel. Claire brought a few finger-fulls up to her mouth and licked them off, but I declined when she offered some to me. "I don't believe in mixing my drinks," I said.

After that we decided it was time to call it a day. Claire went off to shower and I put the quilt in the washing machine. As she was about to leave, she got serious with me again. "This has been amazing, Jack, but I don't think we should do it again. If I'm going to cheat on Bryan--and after today I'm sure I am--I'm going to do it with someone besides my best friend's husband. I just can't do this to June."

"But..." I started.

"And you--" she poked my chest with her finger-- "will just have to find some other means to feed the tittie-milk fetish you seem to have acquired."

"Yeah, like there's any chance of that," I groused. But at that moment, with my cock freshly drained, I had to agree that Claire was right. It wasn't until an hour or two later that the memory of Claire's milk-filled tits had me throbbing with lust again, and I began turning over ideas for arranging another tryst with her.

* * *

A few days later June came home with a small shopping bag in her hand and a "we need to talk" expression on her face. She planted me on the living room sofa and took a seat beside me, still holding the mysterious bag. "I had a long talk with Claire today," she started. "About sex."

"Oh?" I said, my stomach doing backflips.

"I'm afraid... You might not like this idea... I mean, it might be too kinky for you," she said, now clutching the bag with both hands. "But try to keep an open mind, okay?"

"Sure, honey." I was completely confused now.

"Well, Claire was telling me about sex while she's nursing... I mean, while she's got milk. She talked about having a guy--I'm not sure who she was talking about, but I don't think it was Bryan--about having a guy suck on her tits while they were having sex. About incorporating the fact that she's lactating into their sex play in lots of different ways. She said it was the hottest, most amazing sex she's ever had."

"Um... that's nice..."

"And... this is the part you might find too kinky, Jack..." June paused, her fingers fretfully rustling the paper bag she was holding. "But I got incredibly turned on by what Claire was saying--by the kinds of sex she was talking about."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I mean INCREDIBLY turned on. And well... did you know that a woman who hasn't had a baby can still lactate? Usually, all it takes is for her to be--you know--sucked on a lot over the course of a month or two."

"I di-- didn't know that," I affirmed. My heart was starting to thump in my chest like a kettledrum.

"So I got this." June fumbled with the bag, drawing out a plastic contraption with a funnel-shaped extension on one end. "It's a breast pump. I figure I can take it to work and use it in the lady's room a few times a day, plus several times a day at home..." She turned to me, looking anxious and uncertain. "And that way I should--you know--get milk... and maybe, if you like it... If you don't think it's too weird and kinky, we could..."

"We could incorporate your milk into our sex?" I finished for her. "I... um... yes June... I-- I think I'd be willing to give that a try."