Her Story
A Story About Adult Nursing Relationships
She’d been lactating on and off for a couple of years now, she explained over dinner. She’d been to the doctor about it, and it was entirely harmless – just a little inconvenient at times. She laughed as she said that, and you couldn’t help but notice how pretty she was. Her long blonde hair fell in waves down to her shoulders, and he skin was almost impossibly perfect. The doctor had said that she could have it fixed with surgery, but she’d decided to just let it be.
“In fact, I actually quite like it,” she confessed with a shy smile. “It happens when I’m turned on, mostly. I get it when I touch myself. When I come I’m practically dripping.”
You don’t let on the effect her words have on you. At least, not until you find yourself back at her apartment at the end of the night. You kiss just inside her doorway, and you start stripping off one another’s clothes as you make your way to the bedroom. The pair of you fall back onto the bed together, giggling and kissing.
Her breasts, you notice, look slightly swollen. Engorged. She shivers when you brush your fingers against her nipples, even very lightly. And when you kiss your way down her neck she arches her back into you, thrusting her nipples towards your mouth.
It seems the most natural thing in the world to take her teat in between your lips and suck. You hear her gasp when you do, and her whole body stiffens in pleasure. You are gentle at first – keen not to hurt her – but she cradles your head and strokes your hair and her every breath whispers encouragement. You suck a little harder, then a little harder. She moans above you. At last you are rewarded with a thin trickle of sweet, tender milk. It is the finest thing you think you may ever have tasted. You swallow it down greedily and then look up to see the expression on her face. She looks enraptured, ecstatic.
“Keep going,” she says. “Drink. More.” Her voice is just above a whisper, teetering on the edge of a brinking pleasure. You lower your head ad suckle some more, and as you do so her hands explore your naked body, dancing over your chest and reaching down towards your cock. She stops herself just before she touches you, and waits a moment, almost as though she’s seeking permission. You suck a little harder, drawing more sweet milk from her, and she moans and takes hold of you in one firm hand.
It is quiet in the bedroom. Quiet and warm, and the two of you lie cradled together. You drink from her in small, gentle sips while she strokes your cock. She takes little breaths, and you can hear the pleasure she feels in every small sound she makes, every slight moan and quiet groan. The milk wets