by Ana Thalia
"Me, too," she said, but felt her squished boobs leaking milk. Way too much milk. They couldn't take the pressure. So she patted his back and broke from the hug. Jenny quickly turned toward her trunk, glancing down to ensure her shirt wasn't wet. It wasn't so she could relax. "Where should I put my bags?"
She couldn't wait to get into a bathing suit, and then into the water. Her body was made for bikinis, or the skimpiest clothes imaginable. If not for her lactation issue, she'd have so much fun. As it was, except for swimming, she had to wear layers to hide the milk stains.
"I'll help you," Ben said, grabbing the suitcase. "Awful lot of clothes for a weekend at the beach."
Jenny laughed. "I wasn't sure what to bring. Sorry. This is my first time."
"Oh? I hadn't heard that from a beautiful girl in a long time," he said, wagging his brows at her.
"Aaggh! You are such a wicked little scamp!" she cried, and giggled. "You wish. I'm not a virgin. Sorry to burst your bubble."
She knew most of the people at the party. Jenny waved and called out greetings as Ben led her to and up the outside stairs. The music was loud, everyone was eating and drinking, and wearing bathing suits.
He took her to a room with five beds, two bunks and a single. At least it was across the hall from the bathroom.
"Sorry, you'll have to share the girl's only room," he said. The only bed not claimed was a bottom bunk. "But really, we don't spend a lot of time sleeping here."
He left and she quickly stripped, pausing a moment to massage her aching boobs. Then she opened her suitcase and started sifting through it. Her bikini bottoms were the skimpiest of the skimpiest, mostly to pull everyone's eyes away from her big boobs.
"Oh crap!" she said, throwing her hands up and looking to the heavens. "I can't believe I brain farted to badly."
She brought five bikini bottoms, but no tops. Jenny distinctly remembered the pile of tops she was supposed to pick a few from, sitting on her bed back home.
There was a department store a few miles inland, so she could go up first thing in the morning and buy a new top or two. But at the moment she really wanted to join the party, and not dressed like an old woman. Finally, she picked up a cropped tee. It was black, so should hide any leakage better than most colors. Best of all, it was like five sizes too small, so was so tight it almost held her boobs like a bra. Paired with a red thong bikini bottom, it looked awesome.
Heading for the party, she found Ben and a few others in the kitchen. They were doing tequila shots, so she joined them. After a couple shots, Jenny was feeling much better about the way things were working out. Until something familiar got her attention. Milk dribbling down her bare belly.
At the same time she realizes what was happening, Ben looked at her belly, squinted, and realization dawned in his eyes. He looked started. After a speculative look at her tits, he caught her eye with a mischievous glint.
"Ben! I need to speak to you," she said when he opened his mouth to speak. Jenny grabbed his hand. "In private."
"We'll see you guys down at the party in a few," Ben said to the others as Jenny pulled him towards the closest bedroom door. It proved to be the master bedroom. "Wow, how did you know this was my room?"
"I didn't," she said, glancing at the king-sized bed. It wasn't made, and looked especially rumpled. Like he had an orgy or something in it. She faced him, both hands coming up to cup her boobs. "Let me explain."
"You really are leaking milk?" he said. "That is so awesome."
"No, no it's not," she said. "It's humiliating."
"Why?"
"It just is," she said. She gave them a little squeeze, and felt milk dribbled out more heavily. It rolled down her belly, while Ben's eyes widened as he watched. "I've lactated since getting these."
He swallowed hard. "Jenny, you don't know how turned on I am right now."
She froze. Not really expecting that. Glancing at his rumpled bed, she figured he was just more frisky than most. But it gave her an idea.
"I'll let you have a taste if you promise not to tell anyone. Ever," she said.
"Yes!" he said, nodding. "I promise."
Jenny watched his face a few seconds, wondering if the oversexed bastard even realized he made a promise. He looked so aroused, so ready. He would say anything to get his hands and mouth on her tits. Like most men. But what choice did she have? She didn't want to leave the party.
"Okay, but be gentle," she said. He grabbed them. "Hey. I said gentle. My boobs are sensitive."
"Sorry," Ben said. His hands cupped and caressed her tits through her now wet crop top. He pushed the chopped off tee over her tits, revealing swollen pink nipples. Very erect nipples. "Wow, your tits are gorgeous."
Jenny felt a thrill up her back. She bit her lip as he lowered his mouth to a wet nipple. They both groaned when he started sucking. It only took a second before she felt the hot, tingly let-down, and milk flowed into his mouth. Ben's eyes widened, and he sucked harder.
"Oooooh, that feels so good," she murmured.
Ben's hands began to roam. Fondling not only her big, milk-engorged tits, but her butt and back. He stroked her long hair, and then surprised Jenny by lifting his face to kiss her. And kiss her again, harder, deeper. Jenny felt her insides melting into the warm fuzzies, and she kissed him back.
"Mmmm," they both moaned.
Ben moved forward, pressing into her, forcing her back, back, back until she fell onto the bed. He crawled up over her, pulled her up further onto the bed, and started kissing and fondling her again. Jenny writhed below him, body filled with sexy sensations.
"You're so beautiful," he said.
Ben kissed her long and deep, before kissing his way back down to her tits. Jenny gasped, her insides turning to hot mush as he sucked hard on a nipple, while rolling the other between two fingers. She held onto him desperately, head spinning, body rippling with pleasure.
"This is happening so fast," she whispered.
He motorboated her boobs, mashing and squashing them together. Her perfect pair was soaked in milk, and milk dripped off his chin. She was amazed he was able to get as much milk out of her suckling as he did. Ben did a pretty good job of relieving some of the pressure out of her milk-laden tits. And then he pulled her top completely off, and Jenny's body really started getting hot and mushy inside.
"So damned beautiful."
One hand stroked her wet belly, and plunged down between her legs, under her barely there bikini bottom.
"Aaaiiee," she cried when he stroked her sensitive folds. Her face heated up when she realized how wet she was down there. Ben noticed, and looked thrilled. He started rubbing her really hard and well.
"I thought…I thought you were just going to drink," she whispered, head spinning.
"I need more," he said, stopping to pull her bikini bottoms off. "I need all of you."
Ben quickly stripped out of his baggy shorts and tee. Jenny bit her lip, struggling to breathe as she gazed upon his erection. He was as blessed downstairs as she was upstairs. She swallowed hard and looked up into his eyes.
"We're going to have so much fun," Ben said.
"I can see that," she said. "Please, be gentle."
"Do I look gentle?"
"Not right now," she said, eyes widened. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to take you hard and rough, and you're going to love it," he said, eyes narrowing. He looked so fierce.
"Oh," Jenny squeaked, and unexpected thrill running up her spine.
Ben moved over her, pressing her into the bed. Her eyes were huge as she watched his face. He was looking her body over with a pleased look. His eyes always returned to her milk-laden breasts.
He forced Jenny's legs wide. She felt his erection side across her folds and down into her butt crack. He felt huge to her.
He kissed her ear, and said, "You are so beautiful."
Jenny moaned, eyes closing and arms wrapping around him. A second later he claimed her lips in a deep, lingering kiss.
She raked her nails across his back, and Ben's back bowed as he groaned. His cock felt like it hardened even more, still nestled sweetly between her thighs, up in her crack.
She stroked his back as Ben released her lips to kiss and nuzzle her neck and shoulders, hands fondling her tits. He kissed his way down to her tits again, suckled a moment, and then reached down to guide himself into her.
Jenny's eyes widened as she watched his fat cockhead rubbing all over her tingling wet folds, and then force them apart. She sighed gustily as he rubbed her slit. And then he thrust into her, hard and deep.
"Aaggh. Ooooh," she cried.
Her back bowed, pressing her up into him as pain and pleasure radiated out from between her legs. She dug her nails in as her head rocked.
"Felt that, huh?"
"Oh yes," she gasped out.
Ben growled as he thrust into her over and over, driving deeper and deeper. Jenny shuddered, gasping with every thrust. He stretched her out to the max, to the very edge of pain. And it hurt so good. Soon she was writhing beneath him, back bowed and body pressing hard into his.
He pounded into her, faster and faster. The pain vanished, replaced with the most amazing pleasure. Sexy sensations rippled through her shapely body, turning her insides into a hot, mushy mess. A bubbling giggle escaped her lips when she felt her body change, starting to build to ultimate release.
He suddenly rolled over. Jenny found herself on top, with Ben grinning up at her.
"Ride me, baby," he said. "Ride me like a big girl should."
She didn't have to think about it. Her body knew what to do, what it wanted. Jenny bounced up and down his cock, rolling her hips to maximize both of their pleasure. Ben grabbed her heavy boobs with both hands, squeezing hard until milk squirted out. Before they knew it he was soaked in milk below her, and started thrusting up into her in his enthusiasm.
"Oh baby!" she cried, leaning forward so her nipples were just inches from his mouth. "Milk me, baby. Drink me in!"
As Jenny rode him, Ben suckled long and hard. Her body shuddered when she felt the let-down again, and then milk flowed into his mouth. So much milk, and he drank every drop. The more he drank, the harder and faster he thrust up into her.
"Oh God yes," she said breathlessly. "Almost. There."
The hot tingles intensified inside her. Jenny sucked in a breath, eyes huge as the rush to climax consumed her. She bounced harder and faster on his cock, feeling her vaginal muscles tighten around him. That intensified her pleasure, and she lost it.
"Aaagghhh! Yes!" she cried, body exploding with the most awesome pleasure ever. Her insides throbbed with orgasmic intensity. She pressed her hands to either side of her boobs as she sat up, and sprayed Ben with milk. "Yes!"
"Shower me with hot milk," Ben cried, and she felt him coming deep inside her.
Jenny bounced on his shaft a moment longer, until he started to go limp. She sank down and sighed gustily. She felt so hot, wet, and satisfied.
"That was awesome, Ben," she said. "I feel great." She cupped her boobs, which weren't nearly as taut as before. "Thanks for relieving the pressure."
He laughed, looking winded and quite satisfied. Milk dripped off his face and chest, and his hair was wet with it.
"Anytime you need any help, or just to be milked, call me," Ben said. "I'll here for you."
"Haha! I bet you will," she said, and slowly crawled off of him. Once on her feet, she looked herself, Ben, and the bed over. "I think we need to change your sheets, and maybe take a quick shower."
"Together?"
"Duh. Of course," she said. "Why waste water with two showers."
"Wow, you're beautiful and ecologically conscious," he said. "What a woman."
~**~**~
Everyone was heading for the beach when Jenny and Ben finally joined them, freshly scrubbed and wearing big smiles. A few people silently took notice of them coming down together, and the fact their hair was still damp from the shower.
She got a beer and a paper bowl of shrimp, noticing the sun a lot lower on the horizon than she thought, making her wonder how long she and Ben were together. Still, there was plenty of daylight left to play.
A volley ball net was up, with some stacked driftwood semi-hidden nearby. Jenny joined in a spirited game, but declined to play in the second when she felt her boobs growing taut. It wouldn't be long before they started leaking, so she hit the water.
Jenny had a new plan that came to her after her tryst with Ben. Go out into the surf, swat down until she was submerged to her shoulders, and then reach up under her crop top and covertly milk herself. If she kept her tits from getting too full, then she could enjoy her time with the others without worrying about embarrassing herself.
She waded out about a hundred feet, finding the water only waist deep. Deep enough for her purpose. There wasn't anyone close, so Jenny dropped to her knees. The waves kept lifting her off the sandy bottom, making it difficult to keep her balance and keep the salty water out of her mouth, eyes, and nose, but she was determined.
Both hands went up under her crop top, seizing her right boob. She stroked it downward, towards the nipple. She felt the let-down, and then milk flowed with every stroke. After a moment, she moved to her left boob, and got it started. Soon she was alternating between them, easing the pressure. Milking herself. Unfortunately, she had to stop sooner than she wanted to, since the water around her was clouding up with milk.
"I thought the wave would do a better job of washing it away," she muttered, frowning.
It was starting to get dark. All of her friends were gathering around the bonfire. So she went and joined them. Any leakage would be harder to notice in the dark, or so she hoped.
"Right over here, Jenny," Chelsea called, waving her over.
The blonde beauty was one of Jenny's friends at the office. She was there with her boyfriend, Jimmy. He was tall and slim, with short dark hair and dark eyes. Everyone was still in their swim suits, sitting or kneeling around the fire in the slowly deepening twilight.
Jenny knelt where indicated, before she realized she was between Chelsea and Jimmy. Before she could correct that, Ben lifted an empty wine bottle.
"You guys want to start out with the game, or wait a bit?"
"The game?" Jenny said, giving the wine bottle a wary look.
If it was a drinking game she'd have to sit it out. She'd gotten herself in a little trouble back in college after drinking games. At one point she thought she'd have to transfer to another university.
"We play spin the bottle, but only girls get to spin," Chelsea said. She was to her left. "I'll go first." She looked at Jenny. "To show you how it's played."
"I've played spin the bottle," she said. "In high school. You guys still play it?"
"Of course. We're big boys and girls now, so we have big boy and girl rules," Chelsea said.
"As in?"
"Girls spin, and have to make out with whoever it points at," Chelsea said, wagging her brows. "Whether boy and girl."
"And we get naked," Jimmy said, looking longingly at Jenny's rather large chest.
"Oh my," Jenny said, eyes huge. "I didn't know you guys were so…um, wild."
"Don't worry," Chelsea said, patting her on the thigh. "It's fun, and the guys really like it when two girls make out."
Everyone was looking at her. Seeing if she would chicken out. Waiting for her to bolt. Jenny wanted to go, but she'd look so wimpy. So pathetic. So she just nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat.
There was a board laid atop the sand. Ben sat the wine bottle on it and returned to his spot around the fire. While Chelsea crawled over to the bottle, Jenny looked around. There were three other women: blonde Chelsea, auburn-haired Ellie, and brunette Cindy. Ellie was the girlfriend of Jenny's coworker Kyle, and both Cindy and her boyfriend Tommy worked in the same office as her.
"Look alive, boys and girls," Chelsea said. She stood up and strutted sassily around the fire. "I'm about to pick my next…lover! Who's it go
ing to be?" She stopped in front of Ben. "You? Can you handle me, big boy?"
"You know I can," he said.
"Ha! We'll see, if the bottle smiles upon you," she said, then she strutted over to Ellie. "Maybe it'll be sweet Ellie. We're always so good together."
"We drive the boys wild," Ellie said, wagging her brows.
Jenny's jaw dropped. Now she was starting to understand some of the odd things they all said to each other at the office, their little inside jokes, all revolved around sleeping together. They've been doing this for a long time. And she never realized it.
Chelsea passed by Jimmy and then Jenny, reaching out to caress their faces. She made a big production out of it, before she returned to the wine bottle atop the short board. Then she placed the bottle on its side, and gave it a big spin. Jenny gasped, and heard others suck in a breath. Ben, Tommy, and Kyle all watched Chelsea, their eyes showing how much they wanted to get their hands on her hot little body. There was also one guy not from their office, Walt, but he was staring at her, not Chelsea. Jimmy was also watching her.
I wish someone would've warned me about this, she thought, heart hammering. Warm wetness spread between her legs, and her breasts started to tingle just a little. My boobs!
Chelsea said they had to make out with whoever the bottle chose. Did that mean petting? Nudity? More? As the bottle's spin began to slow, it got harder and harder to breathe.
Jenny couldn't stop thinking about how when she spun the bottle, whichever guy it pointed to would want to get his hands on her tits. Of that she had no doubt. Her boobs were large and firm, riding high in their milk swollen glory. She seriously hoped she wasn't next to spin, maybe giving her time to figure a graceful and non-insulting way to bow out of the game.
"And the lucky guy is…," Chelsea said, face lighting up as the bottle slowed almost to a stop. Jenny realized it was going to stop at Jimmy, letting her make out with her boyfriend. Maybe now she'd see just how nasty it got, and know if she had to get away or not. But then the bottle moved past Jimmy. "…I mean girl! Jenny!"
Jenny gawked at the wine bottle. It was pointing straight at her. She looked up into Chelsea's excited eyes. "I've never made out with a girl before."