Third and last part. If it seems a little hokey, I ask you to remember that I wrote this 20 years ago -- before there was a BE community, before we even knew there was an Internet! Also -- THANK YOU to the people who commented! YOU made the rest of the story happen. * By now, my wife Cara's milk-making breasts were pretty well taking over her days. When I...
I woke up first the morning after we made love for the first time. I wanted to stay in bed and just look at her, but I knew I needed some time to absorb what had happened between us. She was fifteen years older than me. Forty-two. She lived across the street from me, and I lusted after her for years. From the moment she and her husband moved in, with her sho...
I was halfway home when I saw her standing on the street with her thumb out. The closer I got, the slower I drove. She was tall, about five feet seven, with medium length black hair falling loosely about her shoulders. Her eyes were deep black. She was wearing a short skirt, a cutoff white t-shirt, and barefoot. Barefoot and pregnant, I thought. She was very...
Poking around the internet the other day I saw a picture of a naked woman standing a barn with a fully clothed woman standing behind her holding her arm lightly. A fully clothed man was standing in front of the naked woman lightly fondling her engorged nipple. She had a metal collar as well as bands around her wrists. Her large breasts were hanging down her...
Fair warning: not much of a story, just a little scenario. Lactation and bimbo-themed. Not the sort of thing I usually write, but what can I say? I got inspired. I wrote this after seeing a photoshoot by the cosplayer Stephanie Michelle. It's not necessarily "about" her, just themed off her appearance, costume, and the caption she wrote. I originally posted...
The early years of our marriage were filled with work, love, sex, understanding and experimentation. In due course we spent much more time working that playing or having sex. As our marriage matured and we matured along, Jenna and I decided to have a family. We were both doing well in our jobs and money was coming in much better for both of us. We stopped...
Anita was standing in the kitchen looking out of the window. She is working as a maid in the house of a rich landlord. She is on this job for past few months and apparently facing problem as she is having a six month old kid, which feeds on her breast which drains almost every time. She is a dark complexioned woman who has taken up this job due to dire neces...
Essmoorelda was outside the cottage tending to the flower garden when a wonderful, pervasive scent wafted over her nostrils. "Mmm... fresh milk," The girl smiled dreamily as she stood and dusted herself off. Her skin was tanned and she was speckled with freckles everywhere, and her ample bosom wobbled through her yellow dress as she stretched languidly,...
I awoke to the sound of women moaning. At first my fuzzy brain thought, "Oh, great, we're fucking again." But as my head cleared, I realized these cries were different. These were moans of pain, of agony. I opened my eyes. I was on my side, and something about my body wasn't right. My first sight was Captain Clark, back in her cross-legged position, eyes cl...
If you ever hear of the term "ANR" or "ABF" or several other dozens of different names, it all has to do with one thing. The ability of the human female to be able to produce milk. It's also been rumored that men can do the same thing. There have been billions of women who throughout time, fed their children through their breast milk. It's been a necessity...