This story did not happen to me. I wish that it did – but it didn’t. I was with some girlfriends this weekend, and one of them shared it with me after having a few drinks. It was so hot... And taboo – I had to share.... Here is where it begins.

This past weekend, I got together with a group of girls to hang out and have some ‘girl time’. No, this story isn’t going to end up in a pajama party/repressed lesbian scenario. (Not that that would be a bad thing...)

I am going to retell a story from my friend Annette. She and I have been friends for a long time – she is married, with one c***d. Annette is super cute. She has always been one of those people that makes instant friends and is really cool. She is petite – maybe only 5’ 3” or so. Auburn hair, light blue eyes, and really big breasts. No k**ding – She is a 32DD. For a girl her size, that is really full and large. She has a tiny waist, olive colored skin. Her legs are shapely – lots of yoga – and her ass is cute and heart shaped. The way her lower back curves into her ass – it is sick. :)

On Friday night, she and I went out to dinner with two other girls – just to catch up with each other and have a good time. We had drinks with dinner and started talking about our lives – it wasn’t long before the conversation turned to sex. We shared stories of lovers – recent and long ago. Annette – being married – usually just listened in on these conversations and laughed and listened. She and her husband have a great sex life – they still have sex with each other at least three times a week, after being married for ten years. From what I have heard -that is amazing.

After retelling stories from my visits to the beach – hanging out with my ‘friends’ Sarah and Tom – we were all laughing and smiling and trying to keep our voices low enough that the people around us couldn’t hear. ( I enjoyed retelling my sexual adventures – and felt the warmth of emotion at just the thought of my times at the beach house.) We were having dinner at a high-end steakhouse – the four of us were attracting attention from the high percentage of businessmen in the restaurant. We looked really good – lol – four very different looking women, all dressed to kill. We finished dinner and then headed back to my place – ready to relax and have a little privacy. One of the girls had to go home and the other came over for awhile before heading over to her boyfriend’s house. All the talk of sex made her horny – lol – she ‘needed to fuck’ or wouldn’t be able to sl**p. That left Annette and I at my place. We poured another glass of wine and sat back on the couch. She had decided to stay over (we called her hubby, Evan, and he was cool with it) so that she wouldn’t have to drive home so late. We changed into comfy clothes and sat on the floor of the living room. I am so much taller than her – none of my pajamas would fit her. I found a tank top that is tight on me, and let her use it. It came down just below her hips and fit her just fine. Her large breasts jiggled and bounced as she moved around the floor. Such a cutie. I had on a light pink t-shirt and a pair of white boyshorts. We got comfy on the floor and sipped our wine.

“Those beach house adventures are so wild”, she said. I blushed a little and agreed. “I hope the stories didn’t make you uncomfortable..”, I said, knowing that they didn’t. Annette was happily married, but that didn’t mean she was a prude. When she was single – she would tell me stories of her lovers – and believe me, she was/is no prude. “How are things with Evan?”, I asked. I knew things were great – they were always great. “Things are really good – he is wonderful”, she said. “We are thinking of having a baby together”, she said. Annette has a wonderful girl – she is almost 14 now. Annette got pregnant when she was around 20. She wasn’t married, and the guy that was the father was just a friend. They had no intention of getting married and she didn’t want to end the pregnancy. So – she had the baby on her own and has been a fantastic mother. She met Evan at the park one day when her girl was really little – he was playing with his son, who is about the same age as her daughter. All of this to say – things worked out wonderfully for her.

“That’s wonderful, Annette”, I squealed. I hugged her and we embraced for awhile – in that slightly d***ken way that women do. I remember when she was pregnant before. Her belly was full and tight – her large breasts swelled to the point of being almost unreal. She looked beautiful.

“Your boobs are going to be huge again!”, I said. She grabbed her tits from underneath and nodded her head. “I know! I can’t wait”, she smiled. “Will you nurse again?”, I asked, knowing the answer.

“Of course I will!”, she sighed. Annette laid back on the floor and pulled up her shirt. Her full, natural breasts fell slightly to the sides. Her hands clutched her tits and then moved to the nipples, circling absent-mindedly. “She is a little d***k”, I thought, watching her tweak her nipples. “They will fill up and I can’t wait.” Then she continued - “Evan is excited to see me like that. His ex-wife wouldn’t let him touch her after they had their son. He says she just couldn’t be touched, much less played with. I know that all women are different – I just remember being so fucking horny while I was nursing”, she laughed. I remember that time period, like it was yesterday. We were so young – I was fascinated by my friend’s growing chest. I was too shy then to even ask her about it. Since then, I’ve thought back to the times that I saw her leaking through her shirt, or the times that she had to express her milk while we were at work. (we worked together briefly during that time). She would go into the dressing room at the clothing store we worked at and squeeze the milk into a drink cup when she would get filled up. She had plenty of milk at home in the freezer for the baby – her mom took care of her daughter while she was getting back to work. Seeing her nipples squirt and drip the warm milk was so fascinating and erotic.

I would go into the dressing room with her sometimes and hold the cup for her. I would kneel beside her and watch her stimulate her nipple to get the flow going. It didn’t take much, since she was usually filled up nicely. A few drips would start and then she would work her tit and get a full stream going. We would giggle and try not to gasp when the stream would get intense. “You have so much milk – is it like this for everyone?” I asked. “I have no idea”, she would say, “I just know that mine are like this”. Occasionally, the stream would go off to the side and spray the mirror in the dressing room. We would clean up afterwards, of course, because it could get messy. The manager of the store was an older lady – she knew what we were doing, and didn’t mind. “As long as the customers don’t know or complain” is all she would say.

After helping her with this quite a few times, I realized that I was enjoying the process immensely. I liked helping her, of course – but I was finding pleasure from watching the warm liquid flow from her big, darkened nipples. I would feel the wetness of my own body soaking through my panties at work. I was a little embarrassed about it, and never told her.

Hearing that she was thinking about getting pregnant again brought back those feelings. I have never lactated on my own – but love watching videos of women enjoying their bodies while lactating.

We laid next to each other on the floor, talking about the changes that would come. “do you remember helping me when I was breastfeeding before?”, she asked. “At the mall? Of course I remember”, I replied. We smiled and she started to say something and then stopped. I urged her to keep going. “What were you going to say?”, I asked. I was hoping to continue talking about milk, her tits, any thing to do with lactation. “I never told you about something that happened to me when I was lactating before”, she said. She buried her face in her hands and giggled. “It’s so naughty! I can’t tell you!”, she said. I pulled her hands away from her face and rolled her onto her back. I climbed on top of her and held her arms down playfully. “you must confess!” I joked. Her top was still pulled up over her tits. My own large tits hung down and grazed her chest. We are just friends – but I couldn’t help but enjoy the moment. “ok, ok – I’ll tell you”, she finally sighed. I held her down for a moment longer and then let her go.

We got comfy on the couch and she started to tell the story. She adjusted her top down over her tits – her hardened nipples poking into the soft fabric.

She promised me to never tell anyone – not the other girls, and definitely not Evan. I am telling you this only because I know that it is completely anonymous. I’ve changed a few names and details, so it could never link back to her.


The rest of the story is told from Annette’s point of view – it’s easier to retell the story that way:

I was 20. I had just had my first baby and I was single. I had lots of help, thankfully, but I was single. I went back to work after two months and was thankful to be busy again. I started working out right away and had lost the baby weight really fast. Thinking back, I must have looked really good. 5’3”, perfect skin and hair. My hair was lighter then – a medium blonde. Tiny waist, flat stomach, round ass. My regular bra size is 32DD, but I don’t even know what I was wearing at that point. My milk had come in quickly after the baby was born. I filled up like two balloons – lol. I was producing lots of milk. I had enough that I started pumping and storing the milk in the freezer, so that when I returned to work, there would be enough supply. The more I pumped and nursed, the more I produced.

I didn’t have enough extra money to buy bigger shirts, so I squeezed into my old wardrobe. The pants and skirts fit fine – but the shirts were a tight fit. My nipples were bigger and firmer than before, so I had to wear little pads inside my nursing bras to keep from poking through the fabric. I have to admit, I looked damn sexy, even in the plainest clothes. I knew that men (and some women) couldn’t keep their eyes off of me, and I didn’t mind. I bonded with other young women at the mall where I worked – a few of them had recently had babies too and were nursing. One girl in particular came to my rescue more than once when my nursing pads were soaked through. She kept extras in her purse and let me have a few over the course of a few weeks. She worked at a different store – but we would have lunch in the food court together sometimes. I was still learning what my body could do – and was surprised at how much I liked the new me. I felt like a woman, not a girl, despite my young age. I had never given milk filled tits a second thought.... Until I felt what it was like to actually produce. Every nerve in my body was more aware – my senses were heightened. I had to sl**p more, and drink more water – all of which just made me look better, I think. I didn’t have anyone in my life to share my new “hotness” with – which was a shame. I would masturbate at least two or three a day – just to keep my hormones under control. I may have been sexually heightened, but I also had my hands full.

I wasn’t going out much at all. It was tough on my own, but I was up for the challenge. After a few months, though, I was longing to go out. I always loved music and loved to dance. Before I got pregnant, I would go out at least twice a week. One of my favorite bands was touring and I thought it was a great opportunity to let loose and have a good time. None of my friends could go with me – so I decided to go alone. Jane – you were out of town with that one guy – Ryan, I think. My mom took the baby for the night and I took my time getting ready. I was going to make the most of my 24 hours!

I took a long shower – the warm water really felt good on my tightly filled tits. I hadn’t had sex since having the baby (twice while pregnant, but that is another story) and was so turned on all the time. I took my time in the shower and played with my tits – stimulating my nipples and eventually squeezing long streams of warm milk against the shower door. The milk dripped down my body and I loved it. I masturbated with the hand held shower head – the pulsing water hitting my clit. After cumming two times – I hurried to get ready. I pulled a black shirt over my head and wiggled it into place. The stretchy material contained my breasts (mostly). Then I pulled on my short, white skirt – the material fell around my hips and grazed my thighs as I walked. I wore a special nursing bra underneath to help support me. I put on my black leather ‘biker’ boots and left my hair down around my shoulders. I slipped the pads into my bra, just in case I leaked. “I should be fine”, I thought. I had just emptied my breasts, and should be fine until the end of the concert. I glanced into the full length mirror and admired my cartoon-like figure.


I drove to the show – it was at a great place for a concert. A local venue – not too big, not too small. I decided to have a drink – I knew I would have until tomorrow to clean my system of the alcohol. (pump and dump, as they say). I took a shot of tequila and stood back and watched the people. (yes, I had a fake id card, in case you are wondering). I felt a little awkward standing by myself and ordered another shot from the friendly bartender. “Liquid courage”, she said, sliding the drink to me. I could feel the eyes around me drawn to my figure. I downed the shot and pretended not to notice the men around me. More than one woman pulled her man away from the area I was standing in. I felt the alcohol warm my limbs as I moved to the music that was playing pre-show.

I soon felt a pair of small hands around my face, covering my eyes. I turned and saw my friend from the mall, Jessica (jess). She laughed and hugged me – so happy to be out of the house. She introduced me to her husband, Sam. Sam was older than her – maybe late 20s or early 30s. He was super handsome and I admit to feeling a little jealous of them. I thought about being single and for a moment wished that I wasn’t alone. “oh well”, I thought. No use dwelling on “what-ifs”. I remembered Jessica’s stories of Sam – how they met and the great sex life that she alluded to.

The three of us laughed and got to know each other and as we talked, I felt the tequila rush through me. Not d***k – just pleasantly buzzed. “Your wife has saved me several times”, I said to Sam. The pre-show music was loud, so I had to lean in close, holding my hand to his ear as my lips touched his skin while I talked. His scruffy face felt good against my soft lips. Jessica didn’t seem to mind that I was sharing the space with Sam. Her eyes watched me, but not in a jealous way. Sam put his hand on the small of my back as we talked. I could feel his hand slip lower, pulling me against his leg while we talked. I wasn’t sure if Jess minded or even noticed that Sam was flirting and holding me closely. It was probably wrong of me, but it felt so good I, I couldn’t back away from him. He was sitting on a barstool in the corner of the venue. We stood on either side of him – he must have looked like a king. I told him about Jessica lending me the nursing pads. “It’s nice to share this experience with another girl my age”, I said. Sam smiled, and leaned over to Jessica and kissed her deeply, while still holding me against him. His large hand was resting on my hip – his fingers pressing into me a bit as I saw his tongue slip into Jessica’s mouth. Her hand went to his thigh and slid up and down on top of his jeans. Jessica opened her eyes a bit while kissing Sam. She winked or smiled.... Or something..... And Sam slipped his hand down to my ass. He pulled me tightly against him. My feet almost left the floor, he was holding me so tight.

I could feel a rush of warmth through my body. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but it felt damn good. Jessica’s hand moved on top of Sam’s - “Annette is so beautiful and sweet – I would do anything to help her”, she said.

After talking and flirting for an hour, I realized that the band still hadn’t come on. The bartender said that they were going on later than scheduled. I calculated how much time I would have before my tits filled again with milk. ‘Full’ is ok – but ‘engorged’ is not. I figured that if I left within an hour and a half, I would be ok.

Finally the band came on – and the three of us danced and flirted and had a great time. I ended up between the two of them – moving to the rhythm of the music. We were sweaty, of course, from dancing – but at some point I realized that the moisture on my dress was from my leaking breasts. “oh no”, I said. Jessica heard me and turned to me. “I need to go home”, I said. “It’s just going to get worse”. I was disappointed that I wouldn’t be able to stay til the end of the concert and flirt more with Sam.

Jessica whispered something to Sam and he nodded. She took my arm and led me to the bathroom. There were girls in there, but no one noticed or cared that we went into a stall together. (They probably thought we were just kissing - that happens a lot in women’s bathrooms.) “It’s no use”, I said. I could see that the wet spots were growing. Jess reached behind me and untied the top of the halter top and let it fall around my waist. “Your body is so tight, it is ridiculous”, she smiled. I wasn’t sure what was happening – but I trusted Jess. She unhooked the cup of my bra and pulled it down to expose the large, pale skin of my huge breast. The dark pinkish-brown nipple sprung to life. I could see a drop forming on the tip, ready to fall. I suddenly realized what Jess was about to do. “Let me help you”, she said. “We are having great time – we don’t want you to go home.”

Jess opened her mouth and looked into my eyes. She kept eye contact as she put her whole mouth over my dripping nipple. She took a long draw on my tit – then another. I could feel the milk start to flow. I was standing up and leaning against the bathroom door; I leaned back and closed my eyes and moaned. I could feel my clit twitch and harden with every long suck. She moved to my other breast and gave them equal attention. She squeezed with her hands to hasten the flow. I was grateful to the loud music filtering into the bathroom. I started to moan and sigh – it felt so damn good. I closed my eyes for a moment and then felt a small, delicate hand slip under my skirt. Jess slid her hand quickly into my tiny underwear. She expertly entered my pussy with a deliberate thrust as she sucked long and hard on my tit. Her fingers were wet with my own milk – it mixed with my pussy juices and felt so wonderfully slick. A few thrusts inside of me, and then she withdrew.... Circling my clit in rhythm with her sucking. I could feel the milk flow out of me, captured in Jessica’s mouth. I started to cum – my legs shaking, my hands on her head, holding her to my tit. As the music got louder, approaching the end of one of my favorite songs – I came. I could feel that there were still girls in the bathroom – sitting quietly in their stalls, listening to my pleasure. I swear I heard a few moans coming from the stall next to us. But – I didn’t care if anyone heard me, or judged me, or was getting off by listening. It just felt so wonderful to release the tension that had been building.

She finished drinking as my orgasm subsided – licking up the few drips that she missed. As I leaned against the door – she dressed me and said, “do you mind returning the favor?”. I looked down and saw that her pink top was extra wet around her nipples. She, too, had a full chest. I eagerly lifted her shirt. I took my first taste of her sweet, watery milk. I drank from each side and started to slip my hand into her skirt. “Just drink”, she said, “I can wait to cum”. I squeezed her nipples – I wanted to see it spray. Some of it went onto the wall, some onto my face. She leaned down and licked it from my cheek. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I kissed Jess, not even thinking about her husband outside. “oh my god”, I said. “ I hope Sam isn’t mad”. Jess replied, “Ummmm... No. He won’t be mad. This was his idea. He loves that I have milk – and he is really into you. This is a dream come true for him, if you are willing. Let’s go finish the concert and then go back to our place”, she said. “ We should be fine until then – when we get home, Sam can help us both out”. We adjusted our clothing and composed ourselves a bit. We smiled at the other girls in the bathroom as we exited the stall.

We went back out to enjoy the rest of the show. Sam looked at our faces – reddened with lust – and smiled. He pulled us close up against him – our backs to him. He reached around and grabbed a tit in each hand – and squeezed gently. I could feel him smiling, even though I couldn’t see his face. I looked at Jess and smiled – and couldn’t wait until we got back to their place.


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So – back in the present — on the couch with Annette....

“Oh my God!”, I said. “How did you never tell me this? After all these years.....”, I paused, “you never told me about this crazy night?”

Annette looked at me and had a shy look on her face. “Are you grossed out?”, she asked. “I never should have told you this”, she said. She leaned back on the couch and covered her face with her hands. “No, no... That’s not it. I’m not grossed out at all – I just wish you had shared this with me a long time ago! This is a really hot story – I just can’t believe you didn’t share with me!”. I moved over to her and hugged her. “No judgment from me – ever”, I assured her. “I think it was amazing – and am dying to know what happened next”, I said, brushing her hair back over her face.

“Do you really want to know what happened after the concert?”, she teased, feeling more secure about her honesty. “Pour me another glass of wine and I will tell you”, she said.

I sprang from the couch, adjusting my underwear – hoping Annette wouldn’t notice the damp spot on the fabric. I could feel how slick I was getting, listening to her story. I grabbed a good bottle of cab and opened it.... I took the whole bottle and two fresh glasses and returned to my place on the couch.

“... Tell me the rest...”, I requested, softly.

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