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A Milky College Dilemma
A Milky College Encounter
A college science project causes an erotic milky mess.
By Aester -
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at Steamy Stories.
It was the last day of the biology 101 project. With Alice and I having missed the
first lesson we had to finish up the project while the rest of the class
started the regular lessons again. As we walked through the hallway, to the
independent study area, I walked slightly behind her, so I could steal glances
at her magnificent ass. I really had hit the jackpot with this project; by a
stroke of luck we were both not present for the first lesson, which meant we
got paired up automatically as the only remaining college freshman students.
I was supposed to be at the state university, but the new
concussion protocols disqualified me. I was still trying to get used to not
being the star athlete on campus. Now I had to rely on my brain for my future
success in life.
Normally I would never get the chance to do a group
assignment with her. Even though we got along pretty nicely, she is the center
of attention, which meant she was always preoccupied, or engaged with other
people. Alice is basically the perfect girl. She’s from another suburb on the
other side of the metropolitan area from my high school.
The first thing anyone would notice about her is her body.
She has probably the best apple bottom in the school, which she usually has on
display, in her tight jeans. She has wide feminine hips that flow into a small,
perfectly flat waist. Her ass sways gracefully through the halls of the
community college.
Yet this waist is rarely admired as it is obscured by her
massive chest. Her boobs are the most implausible part about her. They are the
size of her head, if not slightly bigger. I've never seen her cleavage, but her
shirts, struggling to stretch over those colossal mammaries, and then tucked
into her jeans, draws more attention than any other young woman could, flaunting
a deep cleavage.
As if that wasn't enough she has a cute face, full luscious
lips (you could mistake her for having a well-done lip filler) and beautiful
brunette hair with blonde highlights. Her personality was great to go along
with that. Her pleasant and engaging friendliness really surprised me. When I
first met her, I expected her to be bitchy, but she was anything but that. She
has a warm personality and is always flaunting her beautiful smile. I really
enjoyed talking to her, as did probably every other guy, and most girls in
school, but I rarely got to.
I imagine most women with a body like hers would be
self-absorbed and exploit guys. And that’s usually because they can get away
with, well, anything; because of their hot, sexy body. But Alice treats
everyone with kind acceptance and mutual respect. She seems undeterred by lewd
comments and ogling.
This project however, was a godsend, since it had given me a
lot of time with her.
Our Own Study Group.
We sat down in a little secluded space and got to work,
though we were basically done with the project already.
"There is no way!" Alice exclaimed, upon me
telling her one of those random facts (did you know the human nose never stops
growing?).
"Yeah it's true!" I replied, she was obviously
overestimating the rate of this growth, but I was having a little fun.
"In fact, since the first time we met, your nose has
gotten considerably bigger!"
"What!? You're bullshitting me!"
"No it's true! Look it up"
She proceeded to google it on her phone as I grinningly
waited.
"Wow, you are right" she said, with her eyes still
glued to the phone.
She proceeded to feel her nose, as if to make sure it was
still the same size. I couldn't tell if she was just acting or actually
serious.
"You're so smart" Alice continued.
Okay, now I knew for sure that she was playing.
"I know, I know" I responded.
"And you're good at other things" I said glancing
down quickly at her bust, which now partly rested on the desk.
"You did not just!" She responded with a serious
look. I broke out laughing and she struggled to keep her act of being
infuriated, betrayed by her smile.
We had been doing this kind of flirtatious teasing since the
beginning of the project, and the privacy of this desk allowed me to push it
further. Unfortunately I couldn't tell whether she was as into me as I was into
her, as she was pretty flirtatious with a lot of guys. I guess she just really
enjoys the attention.
"I'm going to go to the toilet" she announced.
I got a beautiful view of her ass as she walked down the
hallway, she probably realized that I was looking and swayed her hips a little
more, enjoying how she was teasing me.
Alice had a reputation for staying in the toilet for very
long, much to the annoyance of teachers. It probably had something to do with
the strict no phone policy of the school, which meant if you wanted to use your
phone, you had to get out of the classroom some way or another.
As I knew it would take a while before Alice returned, I
tried to get more comfortable in the wooden desk chairs. There was a serene
quietness in the hallway, it was pretty late in the day, and if you paid very
close attention, you could hear the chatter of the last lessons in the
distance. Usually I would mistake this atmosphere for being a lonely depressing
one, but with Alice's presence it seemed perfect, like we were alone in the
world. I took to scrolling on Reddit, but found myself daydreaming about Alice,
with some gif playing endlessly in the background. I didn't know how to feel
about Alice, like probably any other red blooded male I was sexually attracted
to her, and had found myself fantasizing about her while masturbating. Her body
was simply ridiculous, I had yet to find a porn-star that had a body that could
match Alice's.
Since the start of this project something changed however.
Alice was more in my thoughts than ever, but I couldn't stand the sexual
fantasies I had had about her. Knowing what this meant I admitted to myself
that I had a crush on her.
I pondered if I should send her a text sometime, especially
since the project was coming to an end, our friendship would probably
deteriorate if I didn't undertake something.
"Being very productive I see." A voice came. I
tore myself from my daydream as Alice smiled and winked as she sat down. I
hadn't even heard her approach. I quickly put my phone away.
Something seemed off, as Alice immediately got to work
without saying a word. She bent over the desk while writing. For a second I
admired how her breasts rested on the desk. I wondered how weird it would be to
have those huge things hanging off your chest, always getting in your way.
Alice looked up, I quickly diverted my eyes, caught in the
act of staring. Yet something caught my eye and I quickly returned my gaze,
looking her in the eye. Her eyes were slightly red, as if she had cried.
"Wow, Alice, what's wrong?" I asked her, shocked
at the sudden seriousness of the situation.
"Oh, it's nothing. I'm just not feeling great" She
responded, her usual positive energy seemingly vanished.
For a second I accepted the answer, but quickly realized how
weird it was that in about ten minutes she went from her usual happy self to
almost crying. I got the feeling that something serious had happened.
"Alice, you know that you can trust me; right?"
"Did something happen?" I continued.
She looked up at me. Her eyes suggested she could start
crying any second. I unconsciously felt a sort of anger building in myself,
like I wanted to protect her from whatever had hurt her like this.
"Alice?" I softly and slowly repeated, as she
seemed lost in thought.
After a few, tense, seconds she finally gave in.
"Come with me" She said, barely loud enough to
hear, as she stood up.
In the Women’s Faculty Restroom.
I walked with her through the hallway. My emotions were
through the roof, the same anger was there but also a kind of fear.
She walked a bit slower, with her arms crossed under her
heaving boobs. She went into a faculty bathroom and I followed her. Once inside
she locked the door behind me. This faculty bathroom was different in that
sense, it still had stalls but for some reason the entire room could be locked.
She leaned against the side wall and looked at the ground,
not willing to make eye contact.
"I have a condition" She started. “I need to know
you’ll respect my private health issues, because I desperately need help now.”
She paused, hesitant to explain. I didn't know what to
think. Before I could say anything she took a deep breath and continued.
“Sometimes the pill causes a rare set of conditions. Over this semester, I
developed some rare side effects from birth control pills.”
"All my hormones are hyperactive. I lactate. My boobs
make milk, even though I'm not pregnant." Then she explained, “My
gynecologist thinks this will subside, but for the past few months I’ve been
dealing with a dairy farm on my chest.”
I was astounded with this information, but she continued.
"I need to pump the milk out every few hours, otherwise
they swell and start to hurt badly."
I was dumbfounded. She proceeded to look through her bag and
then produced a breast pump. There was a suction cup with a bottle, and
attached to that was a small plastic tube that led to a hand pump.
"It's broken" she explained. She made eye contact
with me for the first time since we came into the bathroom. It was obviously
awkward for the both of us, but the seriousness of the situation cut through
this awkwardness a little. Before I could react she put the pump system in my
hands.
"I need it to work." She continued.
"I don't know how I'll get through the rest of the day,
otherwise; and it hurts like hell." Her voice quivered, then transitioned
to a silent whimper.
It was all still a blur of info for me to process. I just
looked her in the eyes, and hoped that I was expressing empathy, while I took
the pump from her.
I'm pretty technically inclined so I started to inspect it,
hoping it was something easy to fix. It felt weird handling the pump, it being
such a feminine item, it made me feel like I wasn't supposed to touch it. I
quickly established that there couldn't really be anything wrong with the
suction cup and bottle, so I proceeded to look at the pump section. I noticed
how Alice stuffed her hand under her shirt, when she touched her breast she let
out a heavy sigh, affirming that they really were painful. She must have
noticed me looking, but acted as if I wasn't there, which in turn made me feel
a little more at ease, since I still had a strong feeling I wasn't supposed to
see all this.
I tried to test the hand pump for a second, but then noticed
that a part of the plastic casting had cracked. There was no way it could be
repaired. Alice looked a little calmer, maybe because now she wasn't alone with
this problem anymore.
"Alice. Eh. It's not going to work anymore. The casing
is cracked along the intake fitting. It sucks air and prevents the buildup of a
vacuum of low air pressure. I can't repair it without an epoxy resin, and that
will require several hours to set up and harden." I broke the bad news to
her. “I can try to have it repaired overnight?”
"Oh okay, Thanks," she responded, with obvious
disappointment.
Alice moved so she could sit on the large bathroom sink
counter, and closed her eyes, probably deep in thought. We stood for a few
minutes in silence, both not knowing what to say or do. I wanted to ask her if
she had a spare pump or if there was some other way to get the milk out, but I
knew must have considered all that before.
"Screw it, there's no other way," she broke the
silence. She’d been building up the courage to sacrifice her modesty, in hopes
that I could at least show her some emotional support while she attempted to
employ the manual expressing process that her gynecologist’s nurse had told her
about, a few months ago.
Alice stood up and removed her shirt. I stood in awe as I
her bra was revealed.
"Should I, leave?" I asked her, gesturing to the
door.
"You don't have to," she answered.
I wasn't exactly sure what she meant. She turned towards the
wall and unclasped her bra. After having removed her bra, she turned towards
the sink covering her nipples with her arm. Her breasts overflowed her arms and
looked even bigger now exposed. She removed her arm from her breasts and I saw
them in their full glory. They were plump and swollen. Almost like when a
flat-chested woman first gets cheap D cup silicone implants. But these were
more naturally hanging from her chest. There was no tell-tale crease on the
topside of her mammaries, where a cheap silicone implant would take on the look
of an over-inflated water balloon.
Viewing her naked upper body from behind was marvelous!
Still in her tight denim jeans, her wide hips flowed upward beautifully into
her waist; which was quite narrow. I stepped aside and got a full view of her
front torso in the large wall mirror, and her flat tummy made her globes look
even bigger. They looked incredibly firm and sat high on her chest, I wondered
if this was her natural shape or the swelling she talked about. Her pink areola
was about 2 inches across and topped by a huge nipple, about as thick as her
(admittedly small) fingers. Around her areola angry blue veins emphasized how
engorged her breasts were.
She started to manually press around her breasts by hand.
Her small hands struggled to circumnavigate her massive swollen breasts, being
so firm and large. Her heavy sighs indicated how painful and frustrating the
process was.
It took about half a minute of tedious massaging before the
first milk droplets started coming. With her breasts being so engorged, I
expected the floodgates to open and rain milk, but her efforts were only met
with small squirts. In a bout of frustration she put both hands on a single
boob and squeezed, finally producing a sizeable stream.
I started to feel uncomfortable as I was just staring at her
without a purpose. Finally I realized that there was a reason I was still here.
I gently approached her and she turned toward me slightly in a gesture of
approval. She’d been too bashful to ask, but hoped I’d offer to help. I
slowly, hesitantly, reached out and placed my hand on her breast with her
nipple between my thumb and index finger. The first thing I noticed was the
heat, then the firmness. I gently squeezed and was surprised to find how little
the breast yielded.
"You can squeeze harder," she encouraged me.
I squeezed harder and then felt the breast giving in under
the pressure, a steady stream of milk shot out, over my shoulder and hitting
the mirror at the other end of the counter. It was followed immediately by
another sigh. It seemed my larger hands were better suited to this task,
looking at her other boob, which she was still trying to milk herself, her
fingers didn't reach much further than her areola.
After a little while I settled into a sort of rhythm, it
seemed like the flow of milk was only now getting up to steam, and she
confirmed.
"Yeah, that's good; like that."
We stood in front of the sink. The tiled wall, mirror and
sink were slowly developing a coat of thousands of milk droplets. Whatever mess
we made, we could take care of later, now the only thing important was
relieving her.
Now that I was getting the hang of it, she released her grip
from her other breast, since her own efforts seemed to be in vain. She closed
her eyes and used her arm to lean on the sink. Her sighs were still constant.
I settled into a rhythm of starting high on the breast and
firmly compressing so the milk glands emptied near the nipple. I noticed that
alternating breasts allowed the tissue to recover and the breast returned to a
natural shape while I was busy constricting the other breast.
"Does it hurt?" I asked.
"Yeah it does, but it's a good kind of pain. It's hard
to describe."
Up to this point the flow of milk didn't seem to have slowed
down at all. And with her other breast still full I decided to change my
approach. I stood behind her and reached under her arms, finding both breasts.
I realized that pressing her breast tissue against her ribs was not conducive
to better extraction. I had to start my manual pressing from the base of her
breast and try to draw her flow out away from her chest. This also seemed less
painful for Alice.
As I continued alternately milking both breasts at the same
time, her sighs got heavier and huskier. I was wondering if she got sexual
pleasure out of this. She stood up and leaned back on me and let her head rest
between my neck and shoulder. It seemed like the same stimulation that causes
sexual arousal, actually releases the milk, a gush of lactation flowed for a
few minutes.
With her this close to me, I smelled her sweet scent, it
wasn't a perfume, just the way she smelled. I recognized the smell from when I
had been around her but it was about a hundred times stronger now that she was
leaning on me. She was emitting a pheromone, perhaps.
I was in a thin tee shirt, and hugging the sexiest girl on
campus, and milking both of her breasts into the mirror of the faculty women’s
restroom. She was leaning back into me with her eyes closed and a very
pleasant expression on her gorgeous face. I’ve never had a wet dream this good!
As impossibly unreal as it seemed, I was getting used to the
situation, and because of that, actually realizing how ridiculous it was. For
the first time in the roughly 10 minutes we'd been in the bathroom I noticed my
raging boner, and how her ass just grazed past it occasionally. My cock was a
flagpole ascending tightly up to the elastic waistband of my boxers.
Alice hadn't opened her eyes since I started milking both
breasts; yes, breasts. This was the best education in human anatomy I could
get. In this room, I awakened to the masculine role of supportive partner to
the female reproductive and nurturing process. I could not call these amazing
mammaries by the crude terms used by schoolboys.
I sensed a strong feeling she was now enjoying my
assistance, which made me feel satisfied as I'd apparently helped her out of
her predicament. My hands were now soaked in milk as well, the wetness making
her breasts slippery.
In my newfound awareness I also found my hands aching, which
prompted me to stop for a second and change my grip. When I stopped for
repositioning, Alice woke up from her trancelike state. Through the milk
stained mirror I noticed the smile on her face.
"Are you enjoying this?" I softly asked, as I
resumed my grip and started gently milking. My mouth was just an inch from her
ear and I’d been unaware that I was softly breathing on her neck.
"Um, yes at this point it's very enjoyable." Alice
answered me, blushing. Then she looked me in the eye, through the mirror’s
reflection;
"I take you are enjoying it as well?"
"Very much so." I softly replied into her ear with
a look of honest gratitude.
I noticed that her breasts were getting softer, which
allowed me to milk her a lot better. I experimented with various alternating
patterns and started getting up to a high pace. She moaned in response, and
leaned forward; using both arms to lean on the sink. I leaned forward with her,
resting my chest on her back. She hunched her back slightly and firmly pressed
her ass cheeks on either side of my boner. There was no way she didn't feel
this. Even through hers and my own jeans I could feel the softness of her ass,
which formed into my crotch.
I proceeded to milk her relentlessly, having become bolder
with how hard I squeezed which she didn't seem to mind at all. The milk now
mostly fell on the sink. I slowly started noticing her rocking her hips,
pressing harder into my crotch, along both sides of my cock. Her own smell and
the strong scent of what must be milk, filled the air and intoxicated me. Her
grinding on my crotch became more intense. With her breasts hanging below her
they basically lay in my hands, giving me a sense of their significant weight.
With every squeeze my fingers now sank deep into her breast tissue, very coated
by a film of milk. Her moaning and grinding was constant and was driving me to
the edge. My cock started to spasm involuntarily and I knew that I was going to
cum very soon.
I began extending my milking motions closer to her erect
nipples. This clearly drove Alice to an ecstasy of heavy breathing
"Your hands feel so good on my nipples." She said
through the breathy moans.
I noticed how with every squeeze her breasts expanded to the
sides, causing a huge side-boob under her exposed armpit. Entranced with this
sight I exploded in my boxers. I, involuntarily, aggressively thrust into her
soft ass, finally responding to her grinding. As the most intense orgasm I'd
ever had rocked my body I continued to tightly press her ass into the counter.
My knees went weak. She responded by pressing her ass even harder into my cock,
further stimulating my orgasm. My cock just kept spurting, giving me the
largest cumshot I'd ever had, but sadly, in my pants. When the orgasm subsided
I noticed I had stopped milking and instead had held her nipples in a firm grip
during the course of my orgasm. Realizing this I quickly resumed milking her,
but noticed a bit of spasmic twerks from her pelvis. Then she took a huge
breath, followed by a few moans.
Alice's milk had definitely subsided, and after about a
minute she called it a thorough milking.
Returning Favors.
"Thank you so much" She said as she turned toward
me. Her face radiated with joy and satisfaction. "You can't imagine how
troubled I was when my pump broke."
"No problem" I answered her, and continued:
"They look like they've calmed down."
Her breasts were now in what must be their natural state,
with a beautiful teardrop shape, her huge pink areola and nipples pointing up
slightly, all above that beautiful flat tummy.
"Yeah they have, they feel so much better!" You’re
very skilled! This is the most thoroughly emptied I been in weeks! I’ll be able
to make it through the rest of my classes, now.
I reached out and touched her breast. Her large, still erect
nipple pressed into my palm, and the now soft breast flesh yielded under my
fingers. 15 minutes ago, these were hard pressurized globes, but now they lay
more naturally from her chest, and sway with her slightest move.
For some reason this felt like a bold move, even though I
had spent about 15 minutes squeezing them, it was just different now that I
faced her, and she looked me in the eye. She responded with a smile and a
giggle. She really felt comfortable and safe with me.
"I take it you like them?"
"Oh yes, I sure do. They're beautiful. You're
beautiful" I added
"Thanks" she responded with her warm smile as she
moved into hug me. As we hugged she pressed herself firmly into me, her still
bare chest spreading out over mine, and my still present boner into her lower
waist.
"I guess we need to clean up" I announced as I
looked glanced at the various milk coated surfaces in the bathroom. We both
laughed for a bit at the sight.
"No, I'll clean up." "It's my milk
anyway." She responded.
"Speaking of which, I first need to clean something
else." She said, as she sank to her knees. It didn't take me long to
realize what was happening. As she grabbed my belt with both hands and
unbuckled, then she looked up at me with a naughty smile.
As she dropped my pants and briefs to my knees, I really
didn't know what to expect. I was now fully erect and still coated in my own
cum from a few minutes ago.
She carefully assessed the eruption and said; “I feel
somewhat responsible for your, uh, mess. I hope you’re can be as comfortable
with me helping you, as I am with your help?” Alice reached over to her bag and
got out a packet of moist wipes. Somewhere I was disappointed, thinking that
she'd lick it clean or something, but I couldn't complain.
She proceeded to slowly wipe my raging hard-on clean with
the wipes. I got the feeling she was teasing me, with her very slow and careful
wiping and getting her face very close. The cold wet wipes couldn’t suppress my
erection, with Alice’s hand gripping my rod constantly. My cock was spasming
from the attention, which she clearly noticed. Even my balls were subjected to
her thorough cleaning, which she did by using her small soft hand to lift my
shaft and her other hand to wipe my sack thoroughly. She had her face so close
I could swear I felt the heat of her face radiating on my cock. I was afraid
that I'd burst at any moment, cumming all over her pretty face. My spasms were
getting more frequent and I swear that if she put her hand on my shaft one more
time I'd cum, and then she stopped. She put the wipes away and looked up at me.
I don't know how my face looked, but the tension must've
been very noticeable. She laughed at my expression and announced. "And now
for your reward."
She put her hand on my shaft and started slowly jerking. She
clearly knew what to do, but there was still a little awkwardness in her
movement, which only made it cuter. It didn't take long at all before I was
very close, she moved her hand excruciatingly slowly and my breathing was
getting irregular. With her great sense of knowing how close I was, exactly
when I felt myself ejaculating, and the cum shooting through my dick, she put
the tip in her mouth; wrapping just the tip inside her beautiful luscious full
lips.
I shot powerful blasts, with shot after shot shooting into
her warm mouth. She struggled to keep her mouth closed on my shaft as she
proudly smiled. When I was done she stood up and swallowed my load while
looking me straight in the eye. "All cleaned up." She announced in a
sultry voice.
The intense sexuality of her act caught me off guard and I
stood flabbergasted with my mouth open. She broke out laughing causing me to
break out of my shock and join her in laughing.
"I'm sorry, I just had to do it" She explained.
This is where our flavor of playful teasing and flirtatious
acts met reality, and it caught me off guard.
"You caught me off guard!" I responded.
"You should be glad I didn't call you daddy!" She
added laughing
My cock twitched when she said ‘daddy’, I didn't expect I
would find that so hot.
I knew I needed to find some kind of comeback, and thought
quickly.
"Well, it's great we found another thing you're
incredibly good at."
She turned toward me with a shocked look. "You!"
She exclaimed. She proceeded to repeatedly hit me on the shoulder in a playful
way, which looked ridiculous with her still exposed boobs swinging violently on
her body.
I insisted on helping her clean the bathroom. We pretty much
used up all the toilet paper in the room but we got it done. I was increasingly
curious how the milk tasted, but I wasn't going to lick it from a bathroom
wall. Still, I was confident I'd get to taste it someday. When we were all done
she proceeded by putting her bra on. It was a huge thing, I could tell her head
would fit into one of the cups. I looked on, fascinated, as she tried to put
the huge thing on.
She looked up at me.
"Why don't you help me, instead of just looking?"
She asked me, in a playful arrogant way.
I stood behind her and started to get to work on the six
clasps that held the thick band. I tried to see if there was a tag somewhere, I
was very curious about her bra size, but I couldn't find one. She had the
expression of a woman who enjoyed the caring attention of a man who showed
gentle care for her.
As we finally exited the bathroom the coolness of the
hallway was pleasant. In total we'd only spent about 30 minutes in there, yet
so much happened it felt like an eternity.
Alice announced. "In a few hours I'll need to milk
again, so I need to get to my backup pump." Please tell the teacher I need
to go home, but I’ll be back.
"Yeah my hands are getting pretty tired anyway." I
responded, as if she was willing to go through this again today.
Alice just smiled and went in for a quick hug "You’re
amazing! I’m so glad we’re science partners! Let’s talk after school."
When I returned to the desk in the hallway, where I'd left
all of my stuff, I sat down. The biology lesson had long ended. I should go
find the teacher to hand in the project, and make up some excuse for
disappearing.
As I strolled through the empty hallways of the high school,
I pondered what I'd text Alice as an icebreaker. I had just gotten the golden
ticket, and I would be dating the most pretty, perfect girl I'd ever known.
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A college science project causes an erotic milky mess.
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It was the last day of the biology 101 project. With Alice and I having missed the
first lesson we had to finish up the project while the rest of the class
started the regular lessons again. As we walked through the hallway, to the
independent study area, I walked slightly behind her, so I could steal glances
at her magnificent ass. I really had hit the jackpot with this project; by a
stroke of luck we were both not present for the first lesson, which meant we
got paired up automatically as the only remaining college freshman students.
I was supposed to be at the state university, but the new
concussion protocols disqualified me. I was still trying to get used to not
being the star athlete on campus. Now I had to rely on my brain for my future
success in life.
Normally I would never get the chance to do a group
assignment with her. Even though we got along pretty nicely, she is the center
of attention, which meant she was always preoccupied, or engaged with other
people. Alice is basically the perfect girl. She’s from another suburb on the
other side of the metropolitan area from my high school.
The first thing anyone would notice about her is her body.
She has probably the best apple bottom in the school, which she usually has on
display, in her tight jeans. She has wide feminine hips that flow into a small,
perfectly flat waist. Her ass sways gracefully through the halls of the
community college.
Yet this waist is rarely admired as it is obscured by her
massive chest. Her boobs are the most implausible part about her. They are the
size of her head, if not slightly bigger. I've never seen her cleavage, but her
shirts, struggling to stretch over those colossal mammaries, and then tucked
into her jeans, draws more attention than any other young woman could, flaunting
a deep cleavage.
As if that wasn't enough she has a cute face, full luscious
lips (you could mistake her for having a well-done lip filler) and beautiful
brunette hair with blonde highlights. Her personality was great to go along
with that. Her pleasant and engaging friendliness really surprised me. When I
first met her, I expected her to be bitchy, but she was anything but that. She
has a warm personality and is always flaunting her beautiful smile. I really
enjoyed talking to her, as did probably every other guy, and most girls in
school, but I rarely got to.
I imagine most women with a body like hers would be
self-absorbed and exploit guys. And that’s usually because they can get away
with, well, anything; because of their hot, sexy body. But Alice treats
everyone with kind acceptance and mutual respect. She seems undeterred by lewd
comments and ogling.
This project however, was a godsend, since it had given me a
lot of time with her.
Our Own Study Group.
We sat down in a little secluded space and got to work,
though we were basically done with the project already.
"There is no way!" Alice exclaimed, upon me
telling her one of those random facts (did you know the human nose never stops
growing?).
"Yeah it's true!" I replied, she was obviously
overestimating the rate of this growth, but I was having a little fun.
"In fact, since the first time we met, your nose has
gotten considerably bigger!"
"What!? You're bullshitting me!"
"No it's true! Look it up"
She proceeded to google it on her phone as I grinningly
waited.
"Wow, you are right" she said, with her eyes still
glued to the phone.
She proceeded to feel her nose, as if to make sure it was
still the same size. I couldn't tell if she was just acting or actually
serious.
"You're so smart" Alice continued.
Okay, now I knew for sure that she was playing.
"I know, I know" I responded.
"And you're good at other things" I said glancing
down quickly at her bust, which now partly rested on the desk.
"You did not just!" She responded with a serious
look. I broke out laughing and she struggled to keep her act of being
infuriated, betrayed by her smile.
We had been doing this kind of flirtatious teasing since the
beginning of the project, and the privacy of this desk allowed me to push it
further. Unfortunately I couldn't tell whether she was as into me as I was into
her, as she was pretty flirtatious with a lot of guys. I guess she just really
enjoys the attention.
"I'm going to go to the toilet" she announced.
I got a beautiful view of her ass as she walked down the
hallway, she probably realized that I was looking and swayed her hips a little
more, enjoying how she was teasing me.
Alice had a reputation for staying in the toilet for very
long, much to the annoyance of teachers. It probably had something to do with
the strict no phone policy of the school, which meant if you wanted to use your
phone, you had to get out of the classroom some way or another.
As I knew it would take a while before Alice returned, I
tried to get more comfortable in the wooden desk chairs. There was a serene
quietness in the hallway, it was pretty late in the day, and if you paid very
close attention, you could hear the chatter of the last lessons in the
distance. Usually I would mistake this atmosphere for being a lonely depressing
one, but with Alice's presence it seemed perfect, like we were alone in the
world. I took to scrolling on Reddit, but found myself daydreaming about Alice,
with some gif playing endlessly in the background. I didn't know how to feel
about Alice, like probably any other red blooded male I was sexually attracted
to her, and had found myself fantasizing about her while masturbating. Her body
was simply ridiculous, I had yet to find a porn-star that had a body that could
match Alice's.
Since the start of this project something changed however.
Alice was more in my thoughts than ever, but I couldn't stand the sexual
fantasies I had had about her. Knowing what this meant I admitted to myself
that I had a crush on her.
I pondered if I should send her a text sometime, especially
since the project was coming to an end, our friendship would probably
deteriorate if I didn't undertake something.
"Being very productive I see." A voice came. I
tore myself from my daydream as Alice smiled and winked as she sat down. I
hadn't even heard her approach. I quickly put my phone away.
Something seemed off, as Alice immediately got to work
without saying a word. She bent over the desk while writing. For a second I
admired how her breasts rested on the desk. I wondered how weird it would be to
have those huge things hanging off your chest, always getting in your way.
Alice looked up, I quickly diverted my eyes, caught in the
act of staring. Yet something caught my eye and I quickly returned my gaze,
looking her in the eye. Her eyes were slightly red, as if she had cried.
"Wow, Alice, what's wrong?" I asked her, shocked
at the sudden seriousness of the situation.
"Oh, it's nothing. I'm just not feeling great" She
responded, her usual positive energy seemingly vanished.
For a second I accepted the answer, but quickly realized how
weird it was that in about ten minutes she went from her usual happy self to
almost crying. I got the feeling that something serious had happened.
"Alice, you know that you can trust me; right?"
"Did something happen?" I continued.
She looked up at me. Her eyes suggested she could start
crying any second. I unconsciously felt a sort of anger building in myself,
like I wanted to protect her from whatever had hurt her like this.
"Alice?" I softly and slowly repeated, as she
seemed lost in thought.
After a few, tense, seconds she finally gave in.
"Come with me" She said, barely loud enough to
hear, as she stood up.
In the Women’s Faculty Restroom.
I walked with her through the hallway. My emotions were
through the roof, the same anger was there but also a kind of fear.
She walked a bit slower, with her arms crossed under her
heaving boobs. She went into a faculty bathroom and I followed her. Once inside
she locked the door behind me. This faculty bathroom was different in that
sense, it still had stalls but for some reason the entire room could be locked.
She leaned against the side wall and looked at the ground,
not willing to make eye contact.
"I have a condition" She started. “I need to know
you’ll respect my private health issues, because I desperately need help now.”
She paused, hesitant to explain. I didn't know what to
think. Before I could say anything she took a deep breath and continued.
“Sometimes the pill causes a rare set of conditions. Over this semester, I
developed some rare side effects from birth control pills.”
"All my hormones are hyperactive. I lactate. My boobs
make milk, even though I'm not pregnant." Then she explained, “My
gynecologist thinks this will subside, but for the past few months I’ve been
dealing with a dairy farm on my chest.”
I was astounded with this information, but she continued.
"I need to pump the milk out every few hours, otherwise
they swell and start to hurt badly."
I was dumbfounded. She proceeded to look through her bag and
then produced a breast pump. There was a suction cup with a bottle, and
attached to that was a small plastic tube that led to a hand pump.
"It's broken" she explained. She made eye contact
with me for the first time since we came into the bathroom. It was obviously
awkward for the both of us, but the seriousness of the situation cut through
this awkwardness a little. Before I could react she put the pump system in my
hands.
"I need it to work." She continued.
"I don't know how I'll get through the rest of the day,
otherwise; and it hurts like hell." Her voice quivered, then transitioned
to a silent whimper.
It was all still a blur of info for me to process. I just
looked her in the eyes, and hoped that I was expressing empathy, while I took
the pump from her.
I'm pretty technically inclined so I started to inspect it,
hoping it was something easy to fix. It felt weird handling the pump, it being
such a feminine item, it made me feel like I wasn't supposed to touch it. I
quickly established that there couldn't really be anything wrong with the
suction cup and bottle, so I proceeded to look at the pump section. I noticed
how Alice stuffed her hand under her shirt, when she touched her breast she let
out a heavy sigh, affirming that they really were painful. She must have
noticed me looking, but acted as if I wasn't there, which in turn made me feel
a little more at ease, since I still had a strong feeling I wasn't supposed to
see all this.
I tried to test the hand pump for a second, but then noticed
that a part of the plastic casting had cracked. There was no way it could be
repaired. Alice looked a little calmer, maybe because now she wasn't alone with
this problem anymore.
"Alice. Eh. It's not going to work anymore. The casing
is cracked along the intake fitting. It sucks air and prevents the buildup of a
vacuum of low air pressure. I can't repair it without an epoxy resin, and that
will require several hours to set up and harden." I broke the bad news to
her. “I can try to have it repaired overnight?”
"Oh okay, Thanks," she responded, with obvious
disappointment.
Alice moved so she could sit on the large bathroom sink
counter, and closed her eyes, probably deep in thought. We stood for a few
minutes in silence, both not knowing what to say or do. I wanted to ask her if
she had a spare pump or if there was some other way to get the milk out, but I
knew must have considered all that before.
"Screw it, there's no other way," she broke the
silence. She’d been building up the courage to sacrifice her modesty, in hopes
that I could at least show her some emotional support while she attempted to
employ the manual expressing process that her gynecologist’s nurse had told her
about, a few months ago.
Alice stood up and removed her shirt. I stood in awe as I
her bra was revealed.
"Should I, leave?" I asked her, gesturing to the
door.
"You don't have to," she answered.
I wasn't exactly sure what she meant. She turned towards the
wall and unclasped her bra. After having removed her bra, she turned towards
the sink covering her nipples with her arm. Her breasts overflowed her arms and
looked even bigger now exposed. She removed her arm from her breasts and I saw
them in their full glory. They were plump and swollen. Almost like when a
flat-chested woman first gets cheap D cup silicone implants. But these were
more naturally hanging from her chest. There was no tell-tale crease on the
topside of her mammaries, where a cheap silicone implant would take on the look
of an over-inflated water balloon.
Viewing her naked upper body from behind was marvelous!
Still in her tight denim jeans, her wide hips flowed upward beautifully into
her waist; which was quite narrow. I stepped aside and got a full view of her
front torso in the large wall mirror, and her flat tummy made her globes look
even bigger. They looked incredibly firm and sat high on her chest, I wondered
if this was her natural shape or the swelling she talked about. Her pink areola
was about 2 inches across and topped by a huge nipple, about as thick as her
(admittedly small) fingers. Around her areola angry blue veins emphasized how
engorged her breasts were.
She started to manually press around her breasts by hand.
Her small hands struggled to circumnavigate her massive swollen breasts, being
so firm and large. Her heavy sighs indicated how painful and frustrating the
process was.
It took about half a minute of tedious massaging before the
first milk droplets started coming. With her breasts being so engorged, I
expected the floodgates to open and rain milk, but her efforts were only met
with small squirts. In a bout of frustration she put both hands on a single
boob and squeezed, finally producing a sizeable stream.
I started to feel uncomfortable as I was just staring at her
without a purpose. Finally I realized that there was a reason I was still here.
I gently approached her and she turned toward me slightly in a gesture of
approval. She’d been too bashful to ask, but hoped I’d offer to help. I
slowly, hesitantly, reached out and placed my hand on her breast with her
nipple between my thumb and index finger. The first thing I noticed was the
heat, then the firmness. I gently squeezed and was surprised to find how little
the breast yielded.
"You can squeeze harder," she encouraged me.
I squeezed harder and then felt the breast giving in under
the pressure, a steady stream of milk shot out, over my shoulder and hitting
the mirror at the other end of the counter. It was followed immediately by
another sigh. It seemed my larger hands were better suited to this task,
looking at her other boob, which she was still trying to milk herself, her
fingers didn't reach much further than her areola.
After a little while I settled into a sort of rhythm, it
seemed like the flow of milk was only now getting up to steam, and she
confirmed.
"Yeah, that's good; like that."
We stood in front of the sink. The tiled wall, mirror and
sink were slowly developing a coat of thousands of milk droplets. Whatever mess
we made, we could take care of later, now the only thing important was
relieving her.
Now that I was getting the hang of it, she released her grip
from her other breast, since her own efforts seemed to be in vain. She closed
her eyes and used her arm to lean on the sink. Her sighs were still constant.
I settled into a rhythm of starting high on the breast and
firmly compressing so the milk glands emptied near the nipple. I noticed that
alternating breasts allowed the tissue to recover and the breast returned to a
natural shape while I was busy constricting the other breast.
"Does it hurt?" I asked.
"Yeah it does, but it's a good kind of pain. It's hard
to describe."
Up to this point the flow of milk didn't seem to have slowed
down at all. And with her other breast still full I decided to change my
approach. I stood behind her and reached under her arms, finding both breasts.
I realized that pressing her breast tissue against her ribs was not conducive
to better extraction. I had to start my manual pressing from the base of her
breast and try to draw her flow out away from her chest. This also seemed less
painful for Alice.
As I continued alternately milking both breasts at the same
time, her sighs got heavier and huskier. I was wondering if she got sexual
pleasure out of this. She stood up and leaned back on me and let her head rest
between my neck and shoulder. It seemed like the same stimulation that causes
sexual arousal, actually releases the milk, a gush of lactation flowed for a
few minutes.
With her this close to me, I smelled her sweet scent, it
wasn't a perfume, just the way she smelled. I recognized the smell from when I
had been around her but it was about a hundred times stronger now that she was
leaning on me. She was emitting a pheromone, perhaps.
I was in a thin tee shirt, and hugging the sexiest girl on
campus, and milking both of her breasts into the mirror of the faculty women’s
restroom. She was leaning back into me with her eyes closed and a very
pleasant expression on her gorgeous face. I’ve never had a wet dream this good!
As impossibly unreal as it seemed, I was getting used to the
situation, and because of that, actually realizing how ridiculous it was. For
the first time in the roughly 10 minutes we'd been in the bathroom I noticed my
raging boner, and how her ass just grazed past it occasionally. My cock was a
flagpole ascending tightly up to the elastic waistband of my boxers.
Alice hadn't opened her eyes since I started milking both
breasts; yes, breasts. This was the best education in human anatomy I could
get. In this room, I awakened to the masculine role of supportive partner to
the female reproductive and nurturing process. I could not call these amazing
mammaries by the crude terms used by schoolboys.
I sensed a strong feeling she was now enjoying my
assistance, which made me feel satisfied as I'd apparently helped her out of
her predicament. My hands were now soaked in milk as well, the wetness making
her breasts slippery.
In my newfound awareness I also found my hands aching, which
prompted me to stop for a second and change my grip. When I stopped for
repositioning, Alice woke up from her trancelike state. Through the milk
stained mirror I noticed the smile on her face.
"Are you enjoying this?" I softly asked, as I
resumed my grip and started gently milking. My mouth was just an inch from her
ear and I’d been unaware that I was softly breathing on her neck.
"Um, yes at this point it's very enjoyable." Alice
answered me, blushing. Then she looked me in the eye, through the mirror’s
reflection;
"I take you are enjoying it as well?"
"Very much so." I softly replied into her ear with
a look of honest gratitude.
I noticed that her breasts were getting softer, which
allowed me to milk her a lot better. I experimented with various alternating
patterns and started getting up to a high pace. She moaned in response, and
leaned forward; using both arms to lean on the sink. I leaned forward with her,
resting my chest on her back. She hunched her back slightly and firmly pressed
her ass cheeks on either side of my boner. There was no way she didn't feel
this. Even through hers and my own jeans I could feel the softness of her ass,
which formed into my crotch.
I proceeded to milk her relentlessly, having become bolder
with how hard I squeezed which she didn't seem to mind at all. The milk now
mostly fell on the sink. I slowly started noticing her rocking her hips,
pressing harder into my crotch, along both sides of my cock. Her own smell and
the strong scent of what must be milk, filled the air and intoxicated me. Her
grinding on my crotch became more intense. With her breasts hanging below her
they basically lay in my hands, giving me a sense of their significant weight.
With every squeeze my fingers now sank deep into her breast tissue, very coated
by a film of milk. Her moaning and grinding was constant and was driving me to
the edge. My cock started to spasm involuntarily and I knew that I was going to
cum very soon.
I began extending my milking motions closer to her erect
nipples. This clearly drove Alice to an ecstasy of heavy breathing
"Your hands feel so good on my nipples." She said
through the breathy moans.
I noticed how with every squeeze her breasts expanded to the
sides, causing a huge side-boob under her exposed armpit. Entranced with this
sight I exploded in my boxers. I, involuntarily, aggressively thrust into her
soft ass, finally responding to her grinding. As the most intense orgasm I'd
ever had rocked my body I continued to tightly press her ass into the counter.
My knees went weak. She responded by pressing her ass even harder into my cock,
further stimulating my orgasm. My cock just kept spurting, giving me the
largest cumshot I'd ever had, but sadly, in my pants. When the orgasm subsided
I noticed I had stopped milking and instead had held her nipples in a firm grip
during the course of my orgasm. Realizing this I quickly resumed milking her,
but noticed a bit of spasmic twerks from her pelvis. Then she took a huge
breath, followed by a few moans.
Alice's milk had definitely subsided, and after about a
minute she called it a thorough milking.
Returning Favors.
"Thank you so much" She said as she turned toward
me. Her face radiated with joy and satisfaction. "You can't imagine how
troubled I was when my pump broke."
"No problem" I answered her, and continued:
"They look like they've calmed down."
Her breasts were now in what must be their natural state,
with a beautiful teardrop shape, her huge pink areola and nipples pointing up
slightly, all above that beautiful flat tummy.
"Yeah they have, they feel so much better!" You’re
very skilled! This is the most thoroughly emptied I been in weeks! I’ll be able
to make it through the rest of my classes, now.
I reached out and touched her breast. Her large, still erect
nipple pressed into my palm, and the now soft breast flesh yielded under my
fingers. 15 minutes ago, these were hard pressurized globes, but now they lay
more naturally from her chest, and sway with her slightest move.
For some reason this felt like a bold move, even though I
had spent about 15 minutes squeezing them, it was just different now that I
faced her, and she looked me in the eye. She responded with a smile and a
giggle. She really felt comfortable and safe with me.
"I take it you like them?"
"Oh yes, I sure do. They're beautiful. You're
beautiful" I added
"Thanks" she responded with her warm smile as she
moved into hug me. As we hugged she pressed herself firmly into me, her still
bare chest spreading out over mine, and my still present boner into her lower
waist.
"I guess we need to clean up" I announced as I
looked glanced at the various milk coated surfaces in the bathroom. We both
laughed for a bit at the sight.
"No, I'll clean up." "It's my milk
anyway." She responded.
"Speaking of which, I first need to clean something
else." She said, as she sank to her knees. It didn't take me long to
realize what was happening. As she grabbed my belt with both hands and
unbuckled, then she looked up at me with a naughty smile.
As she dropped my pants and briefs to my knees, I really
didn't know what to expect. I was now fully erect and still coated in my own
cum from a few minutes ago.
She carefully assessed the eruption and said; “I feel
somewhat responsible for your, uh, mess. I hope you’re can be as comfortable
with me helping you, as I am with your help?” Alice reached over to her bag and
got out a packet of moist wipes. Somewhere I was disappointed, thinking that
she'd lick it clean or something, but I couldn't complain.
She proceeded to slowly wipe my raging hard-on clean with
the wipes. I got the feeling she was teasing me, with her very slow and careful
wiping and getting her face very close. The cold wet wipes couldn’t suppress my
erection, with Alice’s hand gripping my rod constantly. My cock was spasming
from the attention, which she clearly noticed. Even my balls were subjected to
her thorough cleaning, which she did by using her small soft hand to lift my
shaft and her other hand to wipe my sack thoroughly. She had her face so close
I could swear I felt the heat of her face radiating on my cock. I was afraid
that I'd burst at any moment, cumming all over her pretty face. My spasms were
getting more frequent and I swear that if she put her hand on my shaft one more
time I'd cum, and then she stopped. She put the wipes away and looked up at me.
I don't know how my face looked, but the tension must've
been very noticeable. She laughed at my expression and announced. "And now
for your reward."
She put her hand on my shaft and started slowly jerking. She
clearly knew what to do, but there was still a little awkwardness in her
movement, which only made it cuter. It didn't take long at all before I was
very close, she moved her hand excruciatingly slowly and my breathing was
getting irregular. With her great sense of knowing how close I was, exactly
when I felt myself ejaculating, and the cum shooting through my dick, she put
the tip in her mouth; wrapping just the tip inside her beautiful luscious full
lips.
I shot powerful blasts, with shot after shot shooting into
her warm mouth. She struggled to keep her mouth closed on my shaft as she
proudly smiled. When I was done she stood up and swallowed my load while
looking me straight in the eye. "All cleaned up." She announced in a
sultry voice.
The intense sexuality of her act caught me off guard and I
stood flabbergasted with my mouth open. She broke out laughing causing me to
break out of my shock and join her in laughing.
"I'm sorry, I just had to do it" She explained.
This is where our flavor of playful teasing and flirtatious
acts met reality, and it caught me off guard.
"You caught me off guard!" I responded.
"You should be glad I didn't call you daddy!" She
added laughing
My cock twitched when she said ‘daddy’, I didn't expect I
would find that so hot.
I knew I needed to find some kind of comeback, and thought
quickly.
"Well, it's great we found another thing you're
incredibly good at."
She turned toward me with a shocked look. "You!"
She exclaimed. She proceeded to repeatedly hit me on the shoulder in a playful
way, which looked ridiculous with her still exposed boobs swinging violently on
her body.
I insisted on helping her clean the bathroom. We pretty much
used up all the toilet paper in the room but we got it done. I was increasingly
curious how the milk tasted, but I wasn't going to lick it from a bathroom
wall. Still, I was confident I'd get to taste it someday. When we were all done
she proceeded by putting her bra on. It was a huge thing, I could tell her head
would fit into one of the cups. I looked on, fascinated, as she tried to put
the huge thing on.
She looked up at me.
"Why don't you help me, instead of just looking?"
She asked me, in a playful arrogant way.
I stood behind her and started to get to work on the six
clasps that held the thick band. I tried to see if there was a tag somewhere, I
was very curious about her bra size, but I couldn't find one. She had the
expression of a woman who enjoyed the caring attention of a man who showed
gentle care for her.
As we finally exited the bathroom the coolness of the
hallway was pleasant. In total we'd only spent about 30 minutes in there, yet
so much happened it felt like an eternity.
Alice announced. "In a few hours I'll need to milk
again, so I need to get to my backup pump." Please tell the teacher I need
to go home, but I’ll be back.
"Yeah my hands are getting pretty tired anyway." I
responded, as if she was willing to go through this again today.
Alice just smiled and went in for a quick hug "You’re
amazing! I’m so glad we’re science partners! Let’s talk after school."
When I returned to the desk in the hallway, where I'd left
all of my stuff, I sat down. The biology lesson had long ended. I should go
find the teacher to hand in the project, and make up some excuse for
disappearing.
As I strolled through the empty hallways of the high school,
I pondered what I'd text Alice as an icebreaker. I had just gotten the golden
ticket, and I would be dating the most pretty, perfect girl I'd ever known.
By Aester for Literotica
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