Belinda and Anna: Bee-Stung Lips and Victory Rolls

A Story About Adult Nursing Relationships

Melanie always like it when I paid attention to her nipples. Her breasts were so sensitive, and she got so much pleasure from them. I only just had to brush my fingers against the firm yet yielding curve of her breast and she would arch up off the bed with pleasure. When I licked to nipped or sucked at her nipples her eyes would roll back in her head and she would groan with delight.
She and I had been going out for a couple of months before the first time it happened. She was one of the most attractive women I’d ever met, with wavy brown hair and a curvy figure. Her face was blushed with freckles, and she had delicate, pale hands that looked great against my slightly darker skin.
More than that though, she was carnal. She loved sex, and she loved exploring different things. During just a couple of months with Melanie, I experimented more than had in my entire life up until that point.
So it wasn’t really a surprise when she told me one day that she’d started lactating. She’d just come over to my place, and the pair of us were half-naked on the bed together.
“It’s the funniest thing,” she said. “I’ve wanted to for ages. I’d been reading loads of tips about diet and so on, online, trying to make it happen. But you know what I think? I think it was you who did it, in the end.”
“Me?” I asked.
“I’m just so turned on when I’m around you. And you pay so much attention to my breasts.” She smiled. “Feel them now,” she whispered, pulling me closer.
I did. They were bigger than they ever had been before, firm and swollen. I could practically feel the milk within in their weight and fullness. Keeping her eyes fixed on me, Melanie reached up behind her back and undid her bra.
I could see already that her nipples were a little wet. They shone, poking out from the wonderful swell of her chest. The sight of them made my mouth instantly dry, and my cock rock hard.
Teasingly, I took my time working my way down to them. I kissed her neck, and her shoulders, and slowly, slowly descended to the nipple. I knew something was different when I took it in my mouth. She shivered with pleasure as I sucked, and on the third or fourth long draw I felt a sweet release of milk into my mouth. Melanie cried out in pleasure.
I swished it around my mouth, then swallowed. I’d never tasted anything so sweet and pure. The flavour of it lingered on my lips, and I licked them, savouring every last drop.
Melanie sat back a little, still shaking. I recognised the look on her face as the expression she wore when she was almost unbearably horny. She reached out to me, opened her arms to me, ready to cradle my body. “Please,” she whispered. “More.”