“How are you?” he asked as soon as I walked through the door. I didn’t answer. I went to him, wrapped my hands around his waist, and kissed him.
“Horny,” I told him after the kiss. Evan was stiff and not in the good way. There was a hint of stiffness in his pants, but his entire body was stiff. I heard an uncomfortable laugh from the other side of the room.
“Do you two want some privacy?” I looked over to see a guy I didn’t immediately recognize. I figured it had to be Jordan, Evan’s roommate I had never met.
“Oh. Jordan. Hi. I thought you were away this weekend.”
“He is,” said Evan. “This is Nate. He and I were actually studying.”
I saw that Nate was sitting at Jordan’s desk with a textbook and laptop open in front of him. “On a Saturday?” I asked. Admittedly it wasn’t the evening yet. None of the parties on campus had gotten started.
“Kinky, I know,” said Nate as he closed both book and laptop and stood up. “I’ll leave you two alone.” He had a knowing grin on his face. I felt like he was judging me, but I was horny enough that I didn’t care. I wanted to get laid, especially after a long, boring day on the bus and at the meet while Bobbi only had one opportunity to nurse from me. I was full to bursting and I needed some physical relief and I didn’t care how I got it.
I was proud how I waited until Nate said goodbye and closed the door behind him before I pulled my official track team manager polo shirt up over my head. “I hate wearing that fucking thing,” I said tossing it to the floor.
“I thought that women hated wearing bras,” Evan said with a grin. Now that Nate was gone, he was more comfortable.
Reaching behind myself, I unhooked my bra and released my tits with a sigh. “That too,” I told him without shame, letting my breasts fall free. They were full and I wanted some pressure relief from Evan. “Are you going to strip or what?” I asked. “I need to fuck.”
“They look bigger than normal,” he said to me, staring at my chest, as he pulled his shirt over his head and unzipped his pants. He was just as eager as I was to fuck.
Wasting no more time than was necessary, I kicked off my sneakers and yanked down my team-issued pants along with my panties. There was no need for slow, subtle anticipation and build. This encounter was all about pure, raw sex. I rolled onto his bed and gestured for him to join me. That’s all it took for him to join me. After a few seconds of kissing, I pushed his head down to my tits. I was overfull and I needed him to suck out the milk. It was wrong. My milk was intended for Bobbi, but she was exhausted and asleep and Evan was available.
The moment his mouth found my nipple, I could feel my milk let down. He must have tasted the sweet milk because he started to jerk back from the unexpected flavor, but I held him in place and he quickly settled down. We both knew what I wanted and once he realized I wanted it, everything was fine.
He sucked. My milk flowed. He swallowed. I felt my pussy moisten.
Everything was fine…except my free nipple started to leak milk.
I grabbed the leaking breast and held it tightly to my body, but that did little to staunch the flow. As Evan nursed on my left breast, I clutched my right and periodically lifted my hand up to my mouth, licking away the sweet milk; I didn’t know what else to do with it. After a few minutes of this, Evan abruptly switched sides and, thankfully, my left breast didn’t leak. He had drawn away enough milk to prevent me from spraying uncontrollably.
It was crazy how good it felt. It always felt good when Bobbi nursed from me, but before we started having sex, it was more a build up to something rather than a relief. With Evan, it was completely different. There was buildup, but that was because I knew it was a prelude to actual sex. This was all foreplay—weird, kinky foreplay, but foreplay nonetheless—and I couldn’t wait for his cock to be inside me.
“Is this okay?” he asked me, taking a quick break from sucking on me.
“Uh-huh,” I happily agreed as I searched around for his hard cock. It was easy to find because it was pressing hard against my thigh. Once I found it I absently ran my fingers up and down his length, keeping him interested.
“It’s very sweet.”
I didn’t know if he was talking about my actual milk or the fact that I was sharing it with him. Either way it didn’t matter.
“Thank you.”
“It’s a little bit weird too, don’t you think?”
I half shrugged. “It feels pretty natural to me.” I didn’t know why he wanted to talk; I wanted to fuck and kept pulling on his cock. “What’s weird about it?”
“Isn’t breast milk for…I don’t know, babies?”
I’d already gone through this whole introspection of the use of my body months ago. I’d already moved beyond it and here was Evan dragging me back. But I was willing to invest a few minutes if it got him completely on board with the type of sex I liked.
“It’s for whoever wants it,” I said, giving him a kiss and tasting the sweetness on his lips. “It’s for whoever I want to share it with.” I lifted my breast back up to his mouth and he responded in the correct way. “Doesn’t this make sex…better?” I asked him.
He happily nodded and I allowed my eyes to mostly close, luxuriating in the sensation of my milk flowing and the sexual thrill of having my nipples manipulated in exactly the way I loved. I didn’t just want him nursing from me; I could get that from Bobbi any time I wanted. I wanted to fuck him so I pushed his mouth away from my breast and wiggled further underneath him. “Let’s have sex,” I said while manipulating his cock, running it along my slit, inviting him in.
“Okay,” he readily agreed. “But a condom first.” He made to get out of the bed, or at least reach for wherever he kept his condoms.
I clung to his body, not wanting him to move away from me at all. “No, I’m safe,” I promised. “I can’t get pregnant when I’m lactating.”
He paused. “Really?”
I was enticing him to abandon good common sense and that scared the hell out of me. What the fuck was I doing? “Well, normally not. It’s been known to happen, though.”
His eyes narrowed and before I could let him think logically about what was happening, I pushed him away. I hated that I was so indecisive. “You’d better get a condom. I can’t wait to see what sex is like without one, though.”
Evan was nothing if not efficient. Out of bed. Open desk drawer. Open the condom packet. Roll on the condom. Back in bed and on top of me. I gripped his latex-covered cock and guided him inside of me.
“Yes,” I moaned as he filled me up.
“So you like sex in this position?” he asked as he started thrusting.
“I like sex in any position,” I managed to get out before I began making my embarrassing sex noises and everything else faded away.
Missionary was nice, but it wasn’t my preferred position. We fucked that way for a few minutes, and then I pushed him off me and turned over. “I like it better this way,” I told him.
Evan didn’t mind. He let be roll my fat ass over, and then as I guided him back into me, he grabbed my hips and started fucking away, hard enough that the sound of flesh slapping against flesh was like a single audience member applauding our performance.
God it was good.
He slowed down and let his weight rest on me. I had to brace my arms to stay up, but it was worth it when he reached around me and grabbed my tits and started massaging them. It was too much sensation all at once. I had a minor little orgasm while he did that.
“You okay?” Evan asked as I crouched there, nearly paralyzed by the event.
“Yeah…”
“You’re shaking.”
“I came.”
“I guessed.”
“Keep going,” I told him. I wanted to cum again.
He resumed thrusting and playing with my tits. It took me a few seconds to realize that he was causing my milk to let down and drip all over his bed.
“I’m leaking,” I panted to him. It was just me telli
ng him a statement of fact. I wasn’t upset about it at all.
“I know. Do you want me to stop?”
“No…”
And so he kept going. I kept shaking and leaking. He fucked me hard. I came. He came. It was perfect. He collapsed on top of me and I slowly slid down to the bed, my tits crushed under me, his weight pinning me in place. The saddest part was when we moved enough, his softening cock slipped out from inside me. Nothing lasted forever.
“Is it weird that I’m vaguely aroused by the fact that you’re lactating?” he asked me after he rolled off my body. I was simultaneously disappointed at the loss of skin to skin contact, but also relieved that I could breathe easier now that he wasn’t pinning me down.
“No.”
“Good, because the more I think about it, the more it turns me on that you can do that.”
I considered his words a moment. “Okay, maybe it is a little weird.”
He waited a little before asking—carefully asking—his next question. “Is the medical condition you have…is it dangerous?”
I turned my head and blinked at him a moment. “Medical condition?”
“Whatever it is that makes you lactate,” he said and then looked away, his face blushing. He must have been a little more embarrassed than he wanted to admit. “I looked it up and of course the first thing I found was a woman who lactated almost uncontrollably because she had a brain tumor. You don’t have a brain tumor, do you?”
That made me laugh. “No, no. I don’t have a brain tumor.” I actually sniggered at his wild assumption.
“Is it birth control pills then? That’s the most common cause of unwanted lactation,” he said and then hastily added: “At least, that’s what I read on the internet. Is that why you were willing to let me fuck you without a condom?”
I glanced down at his now completely soft cock. At some point in the last few minutes he had taken off the condom and tossed it in the trash. Somehow I had missed that.
“Umm…no. That was me being stupid. I’m not on the pill.”
“Oh. So why are you lactating?”
Despite wanting to be completely honest with Evan I found myself blushing because I wasn’t completely at ease with what I’d done to get a free college education. I didn’t look directly at him before I answered. “Um…I took some pills, some medication, to get me started.”
The puzzled look on his face deepened. “I don’t get you. You wanted to lactate just to lactate? I’m not trying to be judgmental, but that’s weird going into crazy territory.”
I frowned and steeled myself. If it didn’t work out with Evan, there was always Bobbi to go back to for sex. And maybe Evan wasn’t just an outlier; maybe there were lots of guys on campus who were into fat chicks who lactated. But probably not.
“Okay, I’m going to tell you a story and you might be angry or upset or think I’m sick in the head or any combination of those things, but it’s how I’m actually able to go to college.”
He pulled back a bit. “You’re weirding me out.”
“Whatever. Let me tell you a story and if it pisses you off, well, that’s that.”
And so I told him everything. Or just about everything. My family’s relative poverty. The strange way I found to fund my college education. My realization that lactating for profit wasn’t so bad. The odd relationship that Bobbi and I had…and what that developed into.
“Wait, wait, wait,” he interrupted me. “I get you’ve been letting Bobbi drink directly from your boobs, but you’ve been having sex with her too?”
“Yeah.”
“When…when was the last time you did it?”
“Had sex with her?” I had to be honest. “Um…this morning.”
He was taken aback. Or upset. And turned on, considering how my little story had made his cock get hard. “You’re…you’re bisexual?”
I had been actively avoiding that label, or any label, from the moment I first had sex with Bobbi. It was true and accurate. I found her attractive and I wanted to both fuck her and be her romantic partner, but the same was true of Evan. I found him attractive and I wanted to both fuck him and be him romantic partner. I wasn’t really cheating on one or the other, because I hadn’t officially had the relationship discussion with either one. But it was close to cheating. I was halfway hiding aspects of my relationship with Evan from Bobbi, and I was hiding almost everything about Bobbi from Evan. It was fucked up. And I couldn’t decide which I wanted to sleep with more.
Maybe I was a true bisexual, neither fish nor fowl, but still happy to fly through the air or swim in the water.
And I knew if I had to choose, I’d choose Bobbi because without her, I couldn’t get through college. There would always be more guys to fuck, but where was I going to find another person willing to pay a premium for my ready supply of milk?
“Yeah, I guess so, maybe,” I said answering his question, but only barely. “Does it matter?”
He shrugged with a grin. “No. Not really. Actually it’s kinda hot. My girlfriend is bi and she fucks her roommate.” He chuckled a little. “It sounds like a cliché but boy does it feel good to be living it.”
Guys can’t hide their emotions very well. Or at least Evan couldn’t hide his sexual arousal very well, especially when he was naked. His cock was a full staff and was curved up toward the ceiling. It made me vaguely repulsed but also strangely aroused.
Still, it pissed me off a little. “Who said I was your girlfriend?”
“Sorry,” he quickly apologized. “I mean, you’re the woman I’m dating and I’m turned on that you like women too. I’m not threatened and maybe it’s wrong, but I’d totally give anything to watch the two of you together.”
“Keep dreaming,” I told him. It was such a typical fantasy…but I wasn’t put off by it.
“I’ll do that.”
He was teasing me, a little, but he wasn’t being obnoxious or rude and he hadn’t jumped out of bed telling me I was gross and disgusting and needed to pick if I liked men or women.
“You aren’t angry at me?” I asked him.
“No. Why would I be?”
“Because I’m a pervert who pretty much literally sells her body to get through college and I can’t decide between fucking a man or a woman.”
He shrugged. “So what? Nobody’s perfect. And there isn’t anything inherently wrong about any of those things. You’re just…different and open-minded.”
Chapter Eight
I wanted to spend the night with Evan, but I knew where my practical loyalties lay. It was late when I dragged myself out of his bed and back to my dorm room. It was more than a little weird slipping into bed next to Bobbi. I had taken off all my clothes except for my panties because I was desperate for skin to skin contact. She half woke up, pulled me close, and her mouth automatically went to my breast.
They were a little sore from all the attention that Evan had given them. They weren’t as full as they might have been this late at night, but there was enough milk for her to settle in and nurse for a few minutes before drifting back to sleep.
It was a while before I managed to join her in slumberland, mostly because I was worrying that I was being unfaithful to both her and Evan. Officially, there was no romantic relationship between any of us. Unofficially, I was trying to convince myself that I wasn’t in love with both of them.
I woke up with Bobbi at my breasts, nursing away. As always, it felt good. Doing it the way that she did, I woke up aroused and ready for sex. I was starting to feel like something between a slut and a fucking machine. In all honesty, I didn’t mind either of them.
She paused. “Oh, you’re awake,” she said innocently and latched back on. I turned my head to glance at the clock. 5:38 am. Fucking early. Twenty two minutes before the alarm was supposed to go off. I wanted to sleep, but I didn’t really mind why she woke me up, because I was either horny all the time now, or because Evan and Bobbi were making me horny.
“Yeah,” I mumbled as her hand slipped
inside my panties to cup my pussy. She didn’t try to push her fingers inside me, but she didn’t need to because she could easily feel my heat and wetness. I could feel my pussy leaking.
“Wanna have sex?” she asked eagerly. Obviously she wanted to and I wanted to too, but with her hand inside my panties, I realized more than anything, I needed to pee.
“Yeah, but I need to pee first,” I told her as I came more awake. As I made to crawl out of the bed, she wrapped her arms around me, reluctant to let me leave.
“Don’t go.”
“If I don’t, I’m going to pee the bed.”
She groaned in frustration, sucked on my breast one more time before she let me go. I dashed out of bed and grabbed my robe off the back of the door, but I didn’t bother to put it on, not even the sleeves, I just ran the few steps down the hall to the bathroom, my boobs bouncing around as I did. No one was watching; the hallway was deserted. After using the toilet, I ran back to rejoin Bobbi in bed. When I left her she was in a t-shirt and shorts of some sort. By the time I got back, her clothes were on the floor and she was naked and waiting for me. I dropped my robe on the floor and yanked down my panties before getting into bed.
“Hi,” I said, slipping next to her.
“Hi,” she replied, pulling the covers over me and quickly sliding down my body to latch on to my nipple. It felt good and, as always, it relaxed and aroused me. When her hand went between my legs, I happily opened up and let her explore me. This time she slipped a single finger up into my pussy and I sighed happily.
I didn’t tell her about Evan fucking me the previous night, but she wasn’t an idiot. She had to know, right?
From there, everything went normally. She nursed at my breasts, draining my milk, while fingering my pussy and playing with my clit, getting me more and more aroused. By the time she was done having her morning snack, I was on the edge of cumming and I was humping my hips against her hand.
“You’re eager,” she commented with a wry smile.
“I need to cum.”
“Haven’t you been getting enough sex lately?” she asked archly.
I shook my head. “Uh-uh. I need more.” I wanted to tell her that she wasn’t enough for me, that one person wasn’t enough for me, but I didn’t have the courage.
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